Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; don't forget my morning after pill, i left it in your ashtray}
Title: don't forget my morning after pill, i left it in your ashtray
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul, background/implied Siwon/Sungmin
Word count: 2,444
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Help, he texts Sungmin. what did i do last night?
it's not what you did, is Sungmin's too-fast reply, but who. Heechul stares.
A/N: I literally cannot remember what originally started this fic. It's like everything I start to write just goes into this big blur of well it seemed like a good idea at the time. I do know that I wrote most of it today after crazychickencow linked me to this site and I was reminded of this fic. So I wrote it, because I am procrastinating against studying for a maths exam tomorrow :D
don't forget my morning after pill, i left it in your ashtray
Someone, and he will cut the person doing it, is playing with a jackhammer in the back of his mind. He does not remember headaches feeling like this, and he does not remember hangovers hurting this much before, and a paniced thought of fuck is this me getting old hits him and the person with the jackhammer laughs happily and revs it up a little bit. Fuck, he can still taste alcohol in the back of his throat; it makes him want to gag.
He rolls over and knocks something with his elbow. That's strange: that feels like another person lying in his bed with him. Except that's probably not something to worry about, because after the party they had last night, after their bandmates returned from China, it probably made sense that someone had just fallen asleep wherever they had literally fallen -- in the case of Kangin, it had been under the coffee table, as Heechul had noticed in his half-blind state the night before. He moves his arm a little and feels breath against his skin, soft. It's a strangely nice feeling, relaxing, almost. He exhales once and then his breath catches, because what the actual fuck, he's naked.
Well, it might have been a nice feeling earlier. Now he's just sort of wondering where his pants are and about whether he wants to know who is lying in the bed next to him, and the worst thing is that he knows it must be one of his bandmates, because there was no one else at the party. Unless he rang for a hooker. Highly unlikely, he thinks. He knows, actually. Someone else could have, he supposes. Except he still wouldn't have slept with her. He could have just undressed before he got into bed: he does things sometimes that even he doesn't understand. Yes, he decides. This is clearly what happened, and whoever is in his bed can be technically called a pervert. That is comforting. He shifts a little, and oh, okay, no, fuck. He probably isn't supposed to hurt there.
He moves as slowly as he can to not interrupt the person behind him and grabs his phone off the dresser. Help, he texts Sungmin. what did i do last night?
it's not what you did, is Sungmin's too-fast reply, but who. Heechul stares.
"Fuck," he says. "Fuck fuck fuck," and a voice behind him murmurs sleepily. Crap, he knows that voice, even sleepy as it is. Oh, this is like the worst thing ever, this is even worse than that time that girl in high school tried to kiss him in the middle of the Lion King (who does things like that anyway, the stupid bitch). Just turn around and ask him if he raped you, his mind tells him.
"Did you rape me," he says, but doesn't quite manage the turning around part, because he's actually mortified and that is such a strange concept to him that it's actually paralysed his system. There is a long, long pause.
"Heechul?" Hankyung's voice is hoarse, raspy, like he's just drunk a vat of dilute acid -- and he might have, they never did find out what Kangin put in those shots. "Why are you--"
"Before you ask," says Heechul, and his own voice is kind of tight. "You are in my bed."
"Oh," says Hankyung, and then; "Well fuck."
Heechul closes his eyes and counts to ten, and then sits up -- wishes he hadn't done that as the room spins -- and glares at Hankyung. "Is that all you're going to say?"
Hankyung blinks at him. "What do you want me to say?" he asks.
"Something like I'm sorry I took advantage of you while drunk would be appropriate," hisses Heechul. Hankyung blinks at him again.
"I don't remember doing that," says Hankyung. "Actually, I don't remember anything after Siwon passed out and Sungmin said that his parents would be so proud and put another drink in my hand."
Heechul struggles to remember. He has a vague recollection of that moment, and then -- laughing with Sungmin as Hankyung stumbled over? Kangin pulling Hankyung up? Saying that he would help Hankyung to bed and then knocking back another shot before he did so? There's nothing after that. "I remember nothing," he decides. It's easier that way.
"I'm fairly certain that we didn't sleep together," announces Hankyung.
"Try telling that to my ass," mutters Heechul. Hankyung is silent for a couple of minutes. Heechul is struggling against the urge to throw up.
"I'm sorry?" Hankyung attempts.
"When I can move without falling over," says Heechul, "I am going to personally make sure that you can neither father children nor rape me again."
Actually, what Heechul is going to do is go into the kitchen and hang himself, because that has got to be better than facing up to the fact that he slept with Hankyung last night. There are things that you Just Do Not Do, and sleeping with your best friend while drunk is very high up on that list. Even if you have always thought that your best friend was sex on legs, and even if he has a tendency to be adorable and a habit of being incredibly helpful that you can't help but take advantage of. Sleeping with your best friend when you think that he's hot as fuck is probably worse, because -- and here is where he's sobbing on the inside -- he can't even remember it.
"I'm sorry," says Hankyung quietly.
"Oh my god, stop it," says Heechul. "You're making me feel bad and I already feel bad. And sore. You can apologise for the soreness, I am not friends with pain."
Heechul's phone vibrates on top of the bedspread, and he snatches it up, because the vibration is hurting his teeth. It's from Sungmin. i hope you had fun last night, he says.
i cannot remember a thing, Heechul says. why didn't you stop me you whore.
i tried to stop you, says Sungmin. really i did, but you told me that you'd tell siwon's parents what i did with their son. and you also called me a skank. i stopped feeling sorry for you.
Oh god, this is going to be so awkward. Heechul is dying on the inside at the conversation they're going to have to have now. This was the exact reason why he never told Hankyung that he thought he was fucking hot, because then they'd have to have a conversation that involved Hankyung being really freaked out. Except Hankyung seems a lot calmer than Heechul thought he would be. Hankyung even seems calmer than Heechul, which is weird, because Heechul can quite easily claim -- and has done, and probably will continue to do so, because it gets him off the hook -- that Hankyung raped him. He will mean it in a strange sort of half-serious way which means that only he can laugh about it.
He hears laughter outside, and someone groaning in pain. Clearly someone other than Sungmin is awake, and clearly someone other than Heechul is suffering from the previous night. Maybe someone else will be able to shed some light on what had gone on the night previous, someone slightly more helpful that Sungmin. He stands up and curses as he realises that he can't find his pants on the floor because, well fuck, all of his clothes are buried under Hankyung's. Hanging himself looks really attractive right now.
"Where are you going?" Hankyung mutters as Heechul pulls on a pair of jogging bottoms that he found in a drawer. Heechul avoids looking back at him because the thought of Hankyung is naked in my bed right now isn't as exciting as he thought it would be when he considers the circumstances. It's actually rather terrifying.
"I am going to find out what happened," he announces, and stumbles out of his bedroom into the main room of the dorm to find that Siwon is lying on the floor, arms flung over his face which is screwed up in pain, with Sungmin sitting cross legged and amused next to him, and Eeteuk is apparently attempting some sort of hangover cure over in the kitchen. "Hey hyung," says Sungmin with a grin. "All alone?"
"Do you want me to scratch your eyes out?" Heechul asks, glaring at him. "Is that what you want?" He comes a little closer and pokes at Siwon with his toe. Siwon groans. "What's wrong with him?"
"I think he's dying," says Sungmin cheerfully. "But that's okay, I keep telling him he'll go to Heaven."
"Not after what you do with him, he won't," says Heechul, and pokes at Siwon again. "Hey, Siwon," he says loudly. His own hangover suddenly seems a lot better now that he knows someone else has it worse than him. "Siwonnie, you're going to hell." Siwon mutters something that might be go away, hyung, but it's incomprehensible through the arm over his mouth. "Why are you here?" Heechul asks Sungmin. "You don't even live here."
"Siwon passed out," says Sungmin. "And I think Donghae was in my bed when I went upstairs, and I didn't dare move him. Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi are in Donghae's bed."
"Why are no one from my actual house in my actual house?" Heechul asks. "Anyway, listen, I need to talk to you, because I need to know how to make this not awkward and --" He breaks off as Eeteuk comes through from the kitchen with a glass of water in which something is fizzing.
"Oh good, you're awake," he says, on seeing Heechul. "I was worried that you'd died or something, because you had a lot to drink and --" He stops and drops the glass he is holding onto the floor, where it spills fizzing-water all over Sungmin, who shrieks and jumps away. Siwon groans. Heechul doesn't need to look behind him to know that Hankyung has just come out of his bedroom at the worst possible time. Sungmin snickers; Heechul is really going to tell Siwon's parents on him.
"Why," says Eeteuk, and then; "OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU TWO DO?"
Heechul jumps in before Hankyung can even think of opening his mouth. "He raped me," he accuses, throwing a careless arm behind him and almost hitting Hankyung in the mouth, because he hadn't been aware that Hankyung was that close.
"OH MY GOD," says Eeteuk.
"Actually, hyung," says Sungmin, who is still looking far too amused. "From what I saw, it looked like Hankyung didn't have much choice."
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS," shrieks Eeteuk.
"Can't rape the willing," says Sungmin. "The very, very willing."
"YOU SLEPT TOGETHER." Eeteuk looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown.
"Oh," says Heechul. Fuck Sungmin, now how is Heechul supposed to get out of this? "Well, I'm sure I -- Sungmin, you should really stop over exaggerating."
"Not exaggerating," says Sungmin. Heechul mimes cutting his throat.
"Really?" Hankyung's voice is strangely sincere. Heechul remembers that voice from when he had been injured, and Hankyung had been so eager to help him, and god damn it, why does he have to speak like that, that was when Heechul fell in love.
"Really what?" he says, and doesn't want to turn around.
"Were you really willing?"
Hankyung has this annoying habit of getting directly to the point, and usually Heechul likes that because he has the very same habit, but right now it is humiliating, because he has no way of getting around that question, except by saying; "Well, I can't remember," and he praises himself on how diplomatically he got out of that. He turns to go back to his bedroom before Hankyung can ask him another embarrassing question, but Hankyung grabs hold of his wrist and stops him.
"I can't remember either," he says. "But I do know that -- I would have been. Willing, I mean. With you."
Heechul stares at him. "Oh you have got to be fucking with me," he says. "Really? Really? Is this the way this conversation is going?"
"Apparently so," pipes up Sungmin. "Why, what other way could it go?"
"He tells me that I've ruined the friendship and his trust, he never talks to me again, and I cry myself to sleep at night," says Heechul. "That's how it could have gone."
"That would almost have been as much fun as this," says Sungmin.
Heechul is staring at Hankyung, who is staring back at him, but in a way that is less shell-shocked and more intense. "What?" Heechul asks. "What do you want me to say?" Hankyung rolls his eyes, and Heechul thinks that he's going to say something, but instead he leans forward and kisses Heechul. Heechul blinks, is aware of Sungmin screeching something in the background, and then Hankyung pulls away and grins at him like he does when they're performing, like he knows he's hot, and Heechul hates that smile because Hankyung really is hot.
"Wait," he says. "Wait, you mean we don't have to have the awkward I-don't-think-of-you-in-that-way-so-just-forget-it-happened conversation that I totally would not mean one bit?"
"Oh my god, hyung," says Sungmin. "Would you just accept that Hankyung-hyung has liked you for as long as I can remember and that last night was just an overflow of sexual tension, and that now you can neither of you remember, you should do it again just to clear it all up."
Heechul glances over his shoulder at him coolly. "I take no relationship advice from you," he says. He turns and starts to push Hankyung towards his bedroom. "If we are going to have sex again," he says before the door shuts after him, "then at least brush your teeth."
"But they slept together," says Eeteuk. Sungmin looks at him sympathetically.
"I know hyung," he says, and then changes the subject. "Can you get Siwon another tablet?" Eeteuk looks happy to get his mind off the subject of Heechul and Hankyung sleeping together, and goes back into the kitchen. Sungmin lies down on his back next to Siwon and nudges him with his elbow. "Are you awake?" There is no answer. "I wish you'd been awake to see that, it was so cute. Thank you, by the way. For helping me undress them. Thank god Heechul didn't remember falling over and hurting his ass last night. It was almost too easy."
Siwon just groans.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul, background/implied Siwon/Sungmin
Word count: 2,444
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Help, he texts Sungmin. what did i do last night?
it's not what you did, is Sungmin's too-fast reply, but who. Heechul stares.
A/N: I literally cannot remember what originally started this fic. It's like everything I start to write just goes into this big blur of well it seemed like a good idea at the time. I do know that I wrote most of it today after crazychickencow linked me to this site and I was reminded of this fic. So I wrote it, because I am procrastinating against studying for a maths exam tomorrow :D
don't forget my morning after pill, i left it in your ashtray
Someone, and he will cut the person doing it, is playing with a jackhammer in the back of his mind. He does not remember headaches feeling like this, and he does not remember hangovers hurting this much before, and a paniced thought of fuck is this me getting old hits him and the person with the jackhammer laughs happily and revs it up a little bit. Fuck, he can still taste alcohol in the back of his throat; it makes him want to gag.
He rolls over and knocks something with his elbow. That's strange: that feels like another person lying in his bed with him. Except that's probably not something to worry about, because after the party they had last night, after their bandmates returned from China, it probably made sense that someone had just fallen asleep wherever they had literally fallen -- in the case of Kangin, it had been under the coffee table, as Heechul had noticed in his half-blind state the night before. He moves his arm a little and feels breath against his skin, soft. It's a strangely nice feeling, relaxing, almost. He exhales once and then his breath catches, because what the actual fuck, he's naked.
Well, it might have been a nice feeling earlier. Now he's just sort of wondering where his pants are and about whether he wants to know who is lying in the bed next to him, and the worst thing is that he knows it must be one of his bandmates, because there was no one else at the party. Unless he rang for a hooker. Highly unlikely, he thinks. He knows, actually. Someone else could have, he supposes. Except he still wouldn't have slept with her. He could have just undressed before he got into bed: he does things sometimes that even he doesn't understand. Yes, he decides. This is clearly what happened, and whoever is in his bed can be technically called a pervert. That is comforting. He shifts a little, and oh, okay, no, fuck. He probably isn't supposed to hurt there.
He moves as slowly as he can to not interrupt the person behind him and grabs his phone off the dresser. Help, he texts Sungmin. what did i do last night?
it's not what you did, is Sungmin's too-fast reply, but who. Heechul stares.
"Fuck," he says. "Fuck fuck fuck," and a voice behind him murmurs sleepily. Crap, he knows that voice, even sleepy as it is. Oh, this is like the worst thing ever, this is even worse than that time that girl in high school tried to kiss him in the middle of the Lion King (who does things like that anyway, the stupid bitch). Just turn around and ask him if he raped you, his mind tells him.
"Did you rape me," he says, but doesn't quite manage the turning around part, because he's actually mortified and that is such a strange concept to him that it's actually paralysed his system. There is a long, long pause.
"Heechul?" Hankyung's voice is hoarse, raspy, like he's just drunk a vat of dilute acid -- and he might have, they never did find out what Kangin put in those shots. "Why are you--"
"Before you ask," says Heechul, and his own voice is kind of tight. "You are in my bed."
"Oh," says Hankyung, and then; "Well fuck."
Heechul closes his eyes and counts to ten, and then sits up -- wishes he hadn't done that as the room spins -- and glares at Hankyung. "Is that all you're going to say?"
Hankyung blinks at him. "What do you want me to say?" he asks.
"Something like I'm sorry I took advantage of you while drunk would be appropriate," hisses Heechul. Hankyung blinks at him again.
"I don't remember doing that," says Hankyung. "Actually, I don't remember anything after Siwon passed out and Sungmin said that his parents would be so proud and put another drink in my hand."
Heechul struggles to remember. He has a vague recollection of that moment, and then -- laughing with Sungmin as Hankyung stumbled over? Kangin pulling Hankyung up? Saying that he would help Hankyung to bed and then knocking back another shot before he did so? There's nothing after that. "I remember nothing," he decides. It's easier that way.
"I'm fairly certain that we didn't sleep together," announces Hankyung.
"Try telling that to my ass," mutters Heechul. Hankyung is silent for a couple of minutes. Heechul is struggling against the urge to throw up.
"I'm sorry?" Hankyung attempts.
"When I can move without falling over," says Heechul, "I am going to personally make sure that you can neither father children nor rape me again."
Actually, what Heechul is going to do is go into the kitchen and hang himself, because that has got to be better than facing up to the fact that he slept with Hankyung last night. There are things that you Just Do Not Do, and sleeping with your best friend while drunk is very high up on that list. Even if you have always thought that your best friend was sex on legs, and even if he has a tendency to be adorable and a habit of being incredibly helpful that you can't help but take advantage of. Sleeping with your best friend when you think that he's hot as fuck is probably worse, because -- and here is where he's sobbing on the inside -- he can't even remember it.
"I'm sorry," says Hankyung quietly.
"Oh my god, stop it," says Heechul. "You're making me feel bad and I already feel bad. And sore. You can apologise for the soreness, I am not friends with pain."
Heechul's phone vibrates on top of the bedspread, and he snatches it up, because the vibration is hurting his teeth. It's from Sungmin. i hope you had fun last night, he says.
i cannot remember a thing, Heechul says. why didn't you stop me you whore.
i tried to stop you, says Sungmin. really i did, but you told me that you'd tell siwon's parents what i did with their son. and you also called me a skank. i stopped feeling sorry for you.
Oh god, this is going to be so awkward. Heechul is dying on the inside at the conversation they're going to have to have now. This was the exact reason why he never told Hankyung that he thought he was fucking hot, because then they'd have to have a conversation that involved Hankyung being really freaked out. Except Hankyung seems a lot calmer than Heechul thought he would be. Hankyung even seems calmer than Heechul, which is weird, because Heechul can quite easily claim -- and has done, and probably will continue to do so, because it gets him off the hook -- that Hankyung raped him. He will mean it in a strange sort of half-serious way which means that only he can laugh about it.
He hears laughter outside, and someone groaning in pain. Clearly someone other than Sungmin is awake, and clearly someone other than Heechul is suffering from the previous night. Maybe someone else will be able to shed some light on what had gone on the night previous, someone slightly more helpful that Sungmin. He stands up and curses as he realises that he can't find his pants on the floor because, well fuck, all of his clothes are buried under Hankyung's. Hanging himself looks really attractive right now.
"Where are you going?" Hankyung mutters as Heechul pulls on a pair of jogging bottoms that he found in a drawer. Heechul avoids looking back at him because the thought of Hankyung is naked in my bed right now isn't as exciting as he thought it would be when he considers the circumstances. It's actually rather terrifying.
"I am going to find out what happened," he announces, and stumbles out of his bedroom into the main room of the dorm to find that Siwon is lying on the floor, arms flung over his face which is screwed up in pain, with Sungmin sitting cross legged and amused next to him, and Eeteuk is apparently attempting some sort of hangover cure over in the kitchen. "Hey hyung," says Sungmin with a grin. "All alone?"
"Do you want me to scratch your eyes out?" Heechul asks, glaring at him. "Is that what you want?" He comes a little closer and pokes at Siwon with his toe. Siwon groans. "What's wrong with him?"
"I think he's dying," says Sungmin cheerfully. "But that's okay, I keep telling him he'll go to Heaven."
"Not after what you do with him, he won't," says Heechul, and pokes at Siwon again. "Hey, Siwon," he says loudly. His own hangover suddenly seems a lot better now that he knows someone else has it worse than him. "Siwonnie, you're going to hell." Siwon mutters something that might be go away, hyung, but it's incomprehensible through the arm over his mouth. "Why are you here?" Heechul asks Sungmin. "You don't even live here."
"Siwon passed out," says Sungmin. "And I think Donghae was in my bed when I went upstairs, and I didn't dare move him. Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi are in Donghae's bed."
"Why are no one from my actual house in my actual house?" Heechul asks. "Anyway, listen, I need to talk to you, because I need to know how to make this not awkward and --" He breaks off as Eeteuk comes through from the kitchen with a glass of water in which something is fizzing.
"Oh good, you're awake," he says, on seeing Heechul. "I was worried that you'd died or something, because you had a lot to drink and --" He stops and drops the glass he is holding onto the floor, where it spills fizzing-water all over Sungmin, who shrieks and jumps away. Siwon groans. Heechul doesn't need to look behind him to know that Hankyung has just come out of his bedroom at the worst possible time. Sungmin snickers; Heechul is really going to tell Siwon's parents on him.
"Why," says Eeteuk, and then; "OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU TWO DO?"
Heechul jumps in before Hankyung can even think of opening his mouth. "He raped me," he accuses, throwing a careless arm behind him and almost hitting Hankyung in the mouth, because he hadn't been aware that Hankyung was that close.
"OH MY GOD," says Eeteuk.
"Actually, hyung," says Sungmin, who is still looking far too amused. "From what I saw, it looked like Hankyung didn't have much choice."
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS," shrieks Eeteuk.
"Can't rape the willing," says Sungmin. "The very, very willing."
"YOU SLEPT TOGETHER." Eeteuk looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown.
"Oh," says Heechul. Fuck Sungmin, now how is Heechul supposed to get out of this? "Well, I'm sure I -- Sungmin, you should really stop over exaggerating."
"Not exaggerating," says Sungmin. Heechul mimes cutting his throat.
"Really?" Hankyung's voice is strangely sincere. Heechul remembers that voice from when he had been injured, and Hankyung had been so eager to help him, and god damn it, why does he have to speak like that, that was when Heechul fell in love.
"Really what?" he says, and doesn't want to turn around.
"Were you really willing?"
Hankyung has this annoying habit of getting directly to the point, and usually Heechul likes that because he has the very same habit, but right now it is humiliating, because he has no way of getting around that question, except by saying; "Well, I can't remember," and he praises himself on how diplomatically he got out of that. He turns to go back to his bedroom before Hankyung can ask him another embarrassing question, but Hankyung grabs hold of his wrist and stops him.
"I can't remember either," he says. "But I do know that -- I would have been. Willing, I mean. With you."
Heechul stares at him. "Oh you have got to be fucking with me," he says. "Really? Really? Is this the way this conversation is going?"
"Apparently so," pipes up Sungmin. "Why, what other way could it go?"
"He tells me that I've ruined the friendship and his trust, he never talks to me again, and I cry myself to sleep at night," says Heechul. "That's how it could have gone."
"That would almost have been as much fun as this," says Sungmin.
Heechul is staring at Hankyung, who is staring back at him, but in a way that is less shell-shocked and more intense. "What?" Heechul asks. "What do you want me to say?" Hankyung rolls his eyes, and Heechul thinks that he's going to say something, but instead he leans forward and kisses Heechul. Heechul blinks, is aware of Sungmin screeching something in the background, and then Hankyung pulls away and grins at him like he does when they're performing, like he knows he's hot, and Heechul hates that smile because Hankyung really is hot.
"Wait," he says. "Wait, you mean we don't have to have the awkward I-don't-think-of-you-in-that-way-so-just-forget-it-happened conversation that I totally would not mean one bit?"
"Oh my god, hyung," says Sungmin. "Would you just accept that Hankyung-hyung has liked you for as long as I can remember and that last night was just an overflow of sexual tension, and that now you can neither of you remember, you should do it again just to clear it all up."
Heechul glances over his shoulder at him coolly. "I take no relationship advice from you," he says. He turns and starts to push Hankyung towards his bedroom. "If we are going to have sex again," he says before the door shuts after him, "then at least brush your teeth."
"But they slept together," says Eeteuk. Sungmin looks at him sympathetically.
"I know hyung," he says, and then changes the subject. "Can you get Siwon another tablet?" Eeteuk looks happy to get his mind off the subject of Heechul and Hankyung sleeping together, and goes back into the kitchen. Sungmin lies down on his back next to Siwon and nudges him with his elbow. "Are you awake?" There is no answer. "I wish you'd been awake to see that, it was so cute. Thank you, by the way. For helping me undress them. Thank god Heechul didn't remember falling over and hurting his ass last night. It was almost too easy."
Siwon just groans.