Super Junior {Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul ; cutting diamonds and fixing metaphors}
Title: cutting diamonds and fixing metaphors
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,154
Rating: NC-17-ish
Summary: sometimes they joke to one another maybe we're having a sexual crisis and they mean it as a joke but it's so close to the truth -- or more, is the truth -- that it's slightly uncomfortable
A/N: i literally started this at midnight and i haven't really edited this but you know i'm sure it's like perfectly coherent and stuff, things that get written at 1am always make sense. for crazychickencow
cutting diamonds and fixing metaphors
it's always been just sort of a given: heechul is pretty. it's one of those laws that makes the world of the band turn around, it's just something that everyone noticed when they first met him, and then it sort of got overshadowed by the bitchy and the whiny and the drama queen persona. somehow, though, once time passes, something happens, and the facade gave way to the loyalty and the need to be there for his bandmates and his quiet, fake-reluctant way of supporting them.
hankyung has always thought that once that came out, once heechul was the most important thing in his life and heechul was his fierce best friend, he became one of the most attractive people hankyung had ever known. good looks were added to by the person that hankyung knew underneath. nowadays he thinks that there is no one that he will ever want as much as heechul, and no one that he wants to want more.
siwon honestly thinks that heechul is the greatest person he has ever met. he will never understand those people who insult him or imply that he's somehow not brilliant, because heechul is brilliant and there's no way of denying that. heechul is funny and witty and everything that siwon tries to be, and siwon just feels sorry for those who claim that heechul is a bitch because it just means that they don't know him and that is something that siwon thinks would break him. to never know heechul would have made siwon a different person and the thought terrifies him.
sometimes they catch each other staring at heechul, with his long hair and intense eyes and sometimes they joke to one another maybe we're having a sexual crisis and they mean it as a joke but it's so close to the truth -- or more, is the truth -- that it's slightly uncomfortable, because neither really want to admit what they feel out loud. they are, after all, best friends, and they can't help but feel that one day, it's going to be a push-shove situation and one will lose and the other will win and neither want to think of this as a battle anyway, because heechul is not a prize that they want to win. they are the ones who ought to be won.
heechul's mouth makes siwon think of witty comments and sharpness dripping and endless, endless torture, and he has been the punchline of heechul's jokes before and it doesn't annoy, never annoys him, because heechul only does that to people he cares about, and it proves that he cares about siwon, though heechul would never say it.
heechul's fingers make hankyung think of writing, and ink blotches on paper, black smudged to heechul's cheek, rememberance of that day when heechul was writing poetry, poetry that hankyung couldn't understand and heechul had looked at him afterwards and sighed, and the only thing hankyung could make out was 사랑해요.
siwon lives for the moments when heechul allows him to wrap his arms around him, and siwon rests his face against his hair and breathes him in, taking the chance while he can, while heechul is in a good mood, when he won't mind what siwon does. siwon takes his chance. heechul smells like coconut shampoo and salty skin and sometimes there'll be a bitter edge to him and sometimes a spicy edge to whatever siwon is smelling, and he'll breathe it in hungrily, arms tight around heechul's waist, and sometimes heechul looks at him like he knows but he never says anything, and siwon lives off heechul.
heechul creeps into hankyung's bed late on stormy nights and windy nights and simply nights and curls up alongside him, fingers twisted into the material of his top, closed mouth pressed against his shoulder, and hankyung mumurs sleepily, and pulls him as close as he can and just holds him there, as close as he thinks he will ever get. heechul sleeps awkwardly, legs askew, arms over hankyung's face, and so hankyung backs him up against the wall and holds him there with his body, and heechul sighs -- in his sleep, hankyung can only assume -- and goes still and buries his head into hankyung's neck and presses himself into hankyung; and then hankyung sleeps.
sometimes they'll curl up on the sofa together, heechul between them, hankyung's arm around his waist and his head resting on siwon's shoulder, and they watch variety shows and heechul laughs hysterically at things that hankyung doesn't quite understand and which siwon doesn't think are quite that funny, and they grin at each other, and sometimes heechul notices and hits them. he says they should laugh with him, not at him. he doesn't understand that they would never laugh at him; they're laughing at their own inability to be as full of life as heechul. (heechul understands more than they could ever imagine.)
siwon finds out one day that heechul's mouth tastes like chocolate, nothing like the bitter harshness he thought it would be. it's late afternoon and it's the kitchen, with the reddish light from the waning sun streaming through blinds. it makes heechul's red hair seem almost blinding, the look in his eyes stunning, the way he presses his mouth, full and open, to siwon's nothing short of paralysing. he forgets how to breathe and when he gasps in as he remembers, heechul laughs at him and touches his forehead to his and whispers one down
hankyung finds out that night that heechul's fingers trace like silk across skin and his fingertips can pinch and cause pain in ways that make him cry out and shudder. he doesn't quite remember how he got to be like this, how heechul's leg was underneath his palm, how his body was suddenly pressed against heechul's and how heechul was moaning his name. he doesn't remember how heechul ended up in his bed but he knows that he kisses like he's killing hankyung and his hair is pressed to the side of his face in a mess that hankyung has never seen before and his hips are so sharp that they could cut diamonds and hankyung never wants to let go.
hankyung finds out the next day that siwon's hands are large and careful as he pulls him by the waist to kiss him tentatively. siwon finds out that hankyung's legs are long and he pulls hankyung's thigh to wrap it around his waist and hankyung gasps out his name in chinese and it shoots through siwon and he kisses hankyung harder, harder, harder, until hankyung's hands are in his hair and pulling.
in the corner heechul watches with a soft smile, slightly on the edge of triumphant and proud, and then he steps forward and fits himself between them. he has always been between them; it makes sense for the metaphor to become literal.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,154
Rating: NC-17-ish
Summary: sometimes they joke to one another maybe we're having a sexual crisis and they mean it as a joke but it's so close to the truth -- or more, is the truth -- that it's slightly uncomfortable
A/N: i literally started this at midnight and i haven't really edited this but you know i'm sure it's like perfectly coherent and stuff, things that get written at 1am always make sense. for crazychickencow
cutting diamonds and fixing metaphors
it's always been just sort of a given: heechul is pretty. it's one of those laws that makes the world of the band turn around, it's just something that everyone noticed when they first met him, and then it sort of got overshadowed by the bitchy and the whiny and the drama queen persona. somehow, though, once time passes, something happens, and the facade gave way to the loyalty and the need to be there for his bandmates and his quiet, fake-reluctant way of supporting them.
hankyung has always thought that once that came out, once heechul was the most important thing in his life and heechul was his fierce best friend, he became one of the most attractive people hankyung had ever known. good looks were added to by the person that hankyung knew underneath. nowadays he thinks that there is no one that he will ever want as much as heechul, and no one that he wants to want more.
siwon honestly thinks that heechul is the greatest person he has ever met. he will never understand those people who insult him or imply that he's somehow not brilliant, because heechul is brilliant and there's no way of denying that. heechul is funny and witty and everything that siwon tries to be, and siwon just feels sorry for those who claim that heechul is a bitch because it just means that they don't know him and that is something that siwon thinks would break him. to never know heechul would have made siwon a different person and the thought terrifies him.
sometimes they catch each other staring at heechul, with his long hair and intense eyes and sometimes they joke to one another maybe we're having a sexual crisis and they mean it as a joke but it's so close to the truth -- or more, is the truth -- that it's slightly uncomfortable, because neither really want to admit what they feel out loud. they are, after all, best friends, and they can't help but feel that one day, it's going to be a push-shove situation and one will lose and the other will win and neither want to think of this as a battle anyway, because heechul is not a prize that they want to win. they are the ones who ought to be won.
heechul's mouth makes siwon think of witty comments and sharpness dripping and endless, endless torture, and he has been the punchline of heechul's jokes before and it doesn't annoy, never annoys him, because heechul only does that to people he cares about, and it proves that he cares about siwon, though heechul would never say it.
heechul's fingers make hankyung think of writing, and ink blotches on paper, black smudged to heechul's cheek, rememberance of that day when heechul was writing poetry, poetry that hankyung couldn't understand and heechul had looked at him afterwards and sighed, and the only thing hankyung could make out was 사랑해요.
siwon lives for the moments when heechul allows him to wrap his arms around him, and siwon rests his face against his hair and breathes him in, taking the chance while he can, while heechul is in a good mood, when he won't mind what siwon does. siwon takes his chance. heechul smells like coconut shampoo and salty skin and sometimes there'll be a bitter edge to him and sometimes a spicy edge to whatever siwon is smelling, and he'll breathe it in hungrily, arms tight around heechul's waist, and sometimes heechul looks at him like he knows but he never says anything, and siwon lives off heechul.
heechul creeps into hankyung's bed late on stormy nights and windy nights and simply nights and curls up alongside him, fingers twisted into the material of his top, closed mouth pressed against his shoulder, and hankyung mumurs sleepily, and pulls him as close as he can and just holds him there, as close as he thinks he will ever get. heechul sleeps awkwardly, legs askew, arms over hankyung's face, and so hankyung backs him up against the wall and holds him there with his body, and heechul sighs -- in his sleep, hankyung can only assume -- and goes still and buries his head into hankyung's neck and presses himself into hankyung; and then hankyung sleeps.
sometimes they'll curl up on the sofa together, heechul between them, hankyung's arm around his waist and his head resting on siwon's shoulder, and they watch variety shows and heechul laughs hysterically at things that hankyung doesn't quite understand and which siwon doesn't think are quite that funny, and they grin at each other, and sometimes heechul notices and hits them. he says they should laugh with him, not at him. he doesn't understand that they would never laugh at him; they're laughing at their own inability to be as full of life as heechul. (heechul understands more than they could ever imagine.)
siwon finds out one day that heechul's mouth tastes like chocolate, nothing like the bitter harshness he thought it would be. it's late afternoon and it's the kitchen, with the reddish light from the waning sun streaming through blinds. it makes heechul's red hair seem almost blinding, the look in his eyes stunning, the way he presses his mouth, full and open, to siwon's nothing short of paralysing. he forgets how to breathe and when he gasps in as he remembers, heechul laughs at him and touches his forehead to his and whispers one down
hankyung finds out that night that heechul's fingers trace like silk across skin and his fingertips can pinch and cause pain in ways that make him cry out and shudder. he doesn't quite remember how he got to be like this, how heechul's leg was underneath his palm, how his body was suddenly pressed against heechul's and how heechul was moaning his name. he doesn't remember how heechul ended up in his bed but he knows that he kisses like he's killing hankyung and his hair is pressed to the side of his face in a mess that hankyung has never seen before and his hips are so sharp that they could cut diamonds and hankyung never wants to let go.
hankyung finds out the next day that siwon's hands are large and careful as he pulls him by the waist to kiss him tentatively. siwon finds out that hankyung's legs are long and he pulls hankyung's thigh to wrap it around his waist and hankyung gasps out his name in chinese and it shoots through siwon and he kisses hankyung harder, harder, harder, until hankyung's hands are in his hair and pulling.
in the corner heechul watches with a soft smile, slightly on the edge of triumphant and proud, and then he steps forward and fits himself between them. he has always been between them; it makes sense for the metaphor to become literal.