Super Junior - { Hankyung/Heechul - accidents happen in the dark... }
title: Super Junior - { Hankyung/Heechul - accidents happen in the dark... }
pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
rating: PG-13
words: 613
notes: so imagine if our very own Geng sneaks away to see the Super Show 3 in Shanghai >:]
“This is all your fault,” hisses Heechul, alternating between pressing a towel and that ice pack from Donghae’s lunch box to his eye. There was no ice packs or anything remotely close to ice back stage so Heechul’s last resort was the ice pack/box thingy in Donghae’s lunchbox. Heechul wondered why a grown man was carrying a Sponge Bob lunch box to his concert and was just about to text Donghae that but then again, Donghae is cute and he being was an innocent little fish on stage so he continues screeching into the phone.
“I’m sorry,” says Hankyung, sounding very panicked, or as panicked as he could sound through the static and a sea of blue lightsticks/board waving fanatical fangirls. “I didn’t realize it was your face!”
Pause. He can hear Wonder Boy
“What,” says Heechul flatly. Personally, he thinks, that his ass was the most attractive point of all of the Super Junior, not that he was going to say anything.
“I mean,” says Hankyung stumbling over his words, panicking again. “I wasn’t going to throw it at your ass or anything.”
“Right.”
Heechul frowns and then forgoes the towel for the comfort of Donghae’s icepack. He motions to one the many Super Junior assistants to refuse a bandage at the moment. He was pissed but not that pissed as it may seem. Heechul liked to fuck around with people.
“Is it bleeding a lot?” comes Hankyung’s anxious voice. And then Heechul realized how soft it was and how he couldn’t hear the noise from the concert.
“ Yes it is,” says Heechul, and actually no it wasn’t. There was just a small cut above his his eye about a few centimeters long and ice pack was a purpleish color right now but that was okay.
Heechul tosses it back into Donghae’s lunch box and walks across the room to the mirror to check out his reflection. “If this scars, I will never talk to you again,” says Heechul firmly, trying to part his hair so that it was covered.
“Now, I’m sure it wouldn’t.”
“I hate you,” says Heechul. “I cannot believe you threwa board at my face.”
“I didn’t throw it at your face,” says Hankyung desparately again.
Heechul adjusts another wisp of hair and wails. “You just want me to be as ugly as you so that we can match when we go out on the streets together.”
“You know,” says Hankyung. “My mom used to say something along the lines of beautiful people marry beautiful people and ugly people marry ugly people.”
And then Heechul shrieks and all the assistants freak out. “Oh my god. It’s going to scar isn’t it? Oh my god. This will ruin my good looks. Why am I saying god? I don’t even believe in God!”
Hankyung groans on his end of the line.
“I’m hanging up,” says Heechul, waving away another assistant. “And deleting your number and never talking to you again. And just deleting your existence from my world.”
“Wait-“
And then Heechul ends the call, huffing over to the couch where he trips over Yesung’s beansprouts suit and one of Sungmin’s pink pair of pants.
“I hate my life,” he grumbles after a few seconds and then fires off a quick text to Hankyung before taking a nap.
From: Heechul
To: Kyungie 15:34
come to the address I just sent you. It’s the hotel we’re staying at. I’m rooming with Eeteuk; don’t worry I’ll just lock him in the closet. Or the bathroom.
“WHY IS MY SPONGEBOB ICE PACK PURPLE?” shrieks Donghae, coming into the room behind a gaggle of 5 year olds other wise known as Super Junior, to change for their next song.
pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
rating: PG-13
words: 613
notes: so imagine if our very own Geng sneaks away to see the Super Show 3 in Shanghai >:]
“This is all your fault,” hisses Heechul, alternating between pressing a towel and that ice pack from Donghae’s lunch box to his eye. There was no ice packs or anything remotely close to ice back stage so Heechul’s last resort was the ice pack/box thingy in Donghae’s lunchbox. Heechul wondered why a grown man was carrying a Sponge Bob lunch box to his concert and was just about to text Donghae that but then again, Donghae is cute and he being was an innocent little fish on stage so he continues screeching into the phone.
“I’m sorry,” says Hankyung, sounding very panicked, or as panicked as he could sound through the static and a sea of blue lightsticks/board waving fanatical fangirls. “I didn’t realize it was your face!”
Pause. He can hear Wonder Boy
“What,” says Heechul flatly. Personally, he thinks, that his ass was the most attractive point of all of the Super Junior, not that he was going to say anything.
“I mean,” says Hankyung stumbling over his words, panicking again. “I wasn’t going to throw it at your ass or anything.”
“Right.”
Heechul frowns and then forgoes the towel for the comfort of Donghae’s icepack. He motions to one the many Super Junior assistants to refuse a bandage at the moment. He was pissed but not that pissed as it may seem. Heechul liked to fuck around with people.
“Is it bleeding a lot?” comes Hankyung’s anxious voice. And then Heechul realized how soft it was and how he couldn’t hear the noise from the concert.
“ Yes it is,” says Heechul, and actually no it wasn’t. There was just a small cut above his his eye about a few centimeters long and ice pack was a purpleish color right now but that was okay.
Heechul tosses it back into Donghae’s lunch box and walks across the room to the mirror to check out his reflection. “If this scars, I will never talk to you again,” says Heechul firmly, trying to part his hair so that it was covered.
“Now, I’m sure it wouldn’t.”
“I hate you,” says Heechul. “I cannot believe you threwa board at my face.”
“I didn’t throw it at your face,” says Hankyung desparately again.
Heechul adjusts another wisp of hair and wails. “You just want me to be as ugly as you so that we can match when we go out on the streets together.”
“You know,” says Hankyung. “My mom used to say something along the lines of beautiful people marry beautiful people and ugly people marry ugly people.”
And then Heechul shrieks and all the assistants freak out. “Oh my god. It’s going to scar isn’t it? Oh my god. This will ruin my good looks. Why am I saying god? I don’t even believe in God!”
Hankyung groans on his end of the line.
“I’m hanging up,” says Heechul, waving away another assistant. “And deleting your number and never talking to you again. And just deleting your existence from my world.”
“Wait-“
And then Heechul ends the call, huffing over to the couch where he trips over Yesung’s beansprouts suit and one of Sungmin’s pink pair of pants.
“I hate my life,” he grumbles after a few seconds and then fires off a quick text to Hankyung before taking a nap.
From: Heechul
To: Kyungie 15:34
come to the address I just sent you. It’s the hotel we’re staying at. I’m rooming with Eeteuk; don’t worry I’ll just lock him in the closet. Or the bathroom.
“WHY IS MY SPONGEBOB ICE PACK PURPLE?” shrieks Donghae, coming into the room behind a gaggle of 5 year olds other wise known as Super Junior, to change for their next song.