patterns in the sound (1/1)
patterns in the sound (spy au, nc-17) by holdmetightx
hankyung/heechul (kyuhyun/zhou mi, eunhyuk/sungmin), 5915 words.
dedicated to hazardpro because, without her, this wouldn't have taken over my life. ty bby.
warning: crossdressing and, uh, i make heechul pretty pathetic.
One by one the rows of screens in front of Heechul turn black. It’s the lobby camera that dies first and then the ones in the offices, the stairwell, the storage cupboards, the loading docks and Heechul watches as every one of them goes blank and he tries not to scream. From beside him, Ryeowook starts typing frantically and Kyuhyun starts talking frantically and all Heechul can do is go ‘Ohfuckohfuckohfuck’ and press his hand flat against screen to the right of him, as if that will help at all.
“What happened?” Heechul whispers, his palm still pressed against the screen. Ryeowook doesn’t answer, still typing furiously on the computer, letting out frustrated groans every few words. “What happened? Someone better tell me right fucking now.” They still ignore him, Kyuhyun pressing buttons on the control panel in front of him. “Listen to me!” He only notices that he’s shaking after he realizes the reason his vision is blurry is because of the tears welling up in his eyes. He’ll deny the tears later, but right now he’s desperate. Kyuhyun and Ryeowook are finally listening, both with wide eyes and he tries to ignore the looks of concern. He breathes a shaky sigh.
"I don't. We don't." Ryeowook stutters, with his eyes wide and hands trembling as they hover over the keyboard. Kyuhyun sighs from the other end of the control room, running a hand through his hair and spinning the chair around so he can face Heechul.
"It was only a matter of time before someone realized we've hacked into the security system. I mean, they found Hankyung, they know something's up." Kyuhyun says calmly and tries to hide the fact that he keeps glancing over at the blank screens in hopes of them turning on. Heechul really can't breathe right now. "I'll try getting in touch with Siwon, but I don't want to blow his cover as well." Heechul hardly notices that Ryeowook has gone back to typing loudly because of the numb feeling which has settled all over his body.
"Wait," Ryeowook breathes, "wait, wait, wait. I think I have it," and he presses enter. There's a beat where nothing happens and Heechul's all about ready to give up, but slowly all the screens start to flicker on. Heechul's heart jumps up into his throat. Hankyung's not there. Hankyung's not there.
"Hankyung's not there." He manages, his hand still pressed against the screen that previously showed Hankyung. "Where is he? He was locked in a room, where the fuck has he gone?"
*
“The target’s Kim Yong,” Eeteuk explains as Sungmin starts take one of the implants to put in the bra Heechul’s wearing out of the packaging. Somehow, no-one even bats an eyelash when they walk passed the door and see Heechul standing in the middle of the room wearing only a skirt and a bra. "He's caused the government an endless amount of grief with fraud and generally being a deceitful asshole. There's no hard evidence against him, though, but if this mission goes right, we can be the ones that put him away." Eeteuk sifts through the guys file, before looking at Heechul who is currently looking down at his chest and squeezing his make-shift boobs. He sighs.
"So, this is where I come in, right?" Heechul says, letting Sungmin readjust the strap on the bra before leaving the room to grab the rest of Heechul's outfit.
"Exactly. Kim Yong's spotted every Thursday evening unwinding at bars in Itaewon, specifically the ones with cross-dressers and he's frequently seen going into back rooms." Heechul snorts, and allows Sungmin to help him into the off-the-shoulder women's top. Judging by the huge grin on Sungmin's face, he is having way too much fun playing dress-up.
"He sounds like a wonderful man; I can't wait to meet him." Pulling a disgusted face, Heechul grabs one of the papers off of Eeteuk to examine the picture of Kim Yong. "Ugly and old, wonderful."
"All you need to do," Eeteuk says, ignoring Heechul's comments, "is get in there, seduce him, grab the data CD out of his left inside suit pocket and get out."
"And, what, he'll just have this data CD with all this top secret information in his suit pocket? Oh god, why am I doing this? This isn‘t even my field of work, just because I sometimes, maybe look like a girl."
"So I've been told." Eeteuk comments dryly, and he even sounds unsure of the information. Sungmin scrunches his mouth up and contemplates straight or curly hair. "Just, try. What's really the worst that could happen?"
"What's the worst that could happen? Ever heard of rape?" His voice maybe goes up 10 octaves, and Sungmin barely avoids getting hit by a flailing arm as he tries to carefully add the extensions into Heechul's hair. Before Eeteuk can reply, Sungmin, who actually hasn't said anything for at least an hour now, steps back to admire Heechul and claps his hands together.
"I," he says, turning his head to the side and grinning, "am amazing. A miracle worker. Jesus, even." He ties a ribbon around the ponytail in Heechul's hair. "Wait, don't tell Siwon I said that."
"That," Kangin chokes out as Heechul walks into one of the training rooms, his outfit complete, "is worrying." Ignoring the fact that Yesung's laughing so much that he can't breathe, Heechul saunters through the room, hip jutted out and hair swinging.
"So worrying," Kibum mutters, his fist frozen halfway through its journey towards the punch bag. He might be gaping, maybe. Heechul takes one last turn before strolling out of the room, one hand on his hip and the other swinging by his side.
"Nnnnnnngh," Hankyung says and nearly misses the wink Heechul sends him before closing the door.
The bar is all red velvet furniture, champagne, business men and completely not what Heechul is expecting. Ryeowook and Kyuhyun have accompanied him as look outs, although they don't get the privilege of wearing a stuffed bra and the most uncomfortable pair of underwear ever. And as Heechul scopes out the place, he has to remind himself that every single girl in this bar is not actually a girl. His life, seriously.
"Kyu and I will be on stage the whole night, okay? Just. If you get into any trouble, give Kyu the signal seeing as I'll be behind a piano and won’t be able to see you." Ryeowook says when they're out of sight from the patrons of this bar.
"Wait, do we even have a signal? Do we really need a signal? If his hand slips anywhere underneath my skirt, just take that as the signal," Heechul says, pulling his skirt down some more and pushing his fringe to the side. Ryeowook tries his hardest not to roll his eyes, and just leaves it to Kyuhyun to answer.
"Just wink at me if you get in any trouble, okay? And make it subtle, I'll try and keep my eye on you. Other than that, pretend that you don't know us." Kyuhyun says, before turning on his heel and dragging Ryeowook with him. Sighing, Heechul straightens his skirt out once again and goes to join the other girls on the bar floor.
Heechul spots Kim Yong as soon as he steps out onto the floor and has to hold back the groan that's ready to come out of his mouth. Making a beeline towards Kim Yong, he glances, in slight desperation, towards Kyuhyun on stage before making sure to tilt his hips as he stands in front of Kim Yong's table.
"Would you like a drink, sir?" Heechul never thought his own voice would make him want to gag, but today is the day for many firsts and, due to how cold his legs are, a few lasts. Looking at Kim Yong through his lashes, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip and gently lifts up the right side of his mouth into a smirk.
"No, that's quite alright," Kim Yong leers and Heechul tries so, so, so hard not to throw up right then, "but you can join me." Tentatively, Heechul takes a seat next to him and smiles with all teeth just for show, crossing one leg over the other and twirling one of the hairs framing his face around his finger.
Kyuhyun can only watch when, halfway through singing the third song, Heechul follows Kim Yong into the private back rooms.
“Don’t you think we should be worrying? He’s been in there a long time.” Ryeowook barely manages to hear Kyuhyun over the hustle of the bar, leaning forward so he can catch the end of the sentence.
“I don’t know. We shouldn’t just go barging in there in case he hasn’t actually got the CD yet.” Ryeowook sighs, tapping the piano keys as Kyuhyun rests against the top of it, looking out at the bar.
“I just think-” Kyuhyun cuts off when he sees the door to the back rooms open and Heechul stumbles out. They don’t get to properly see him until he’s nearly right at the stage, his hair a mess and the skirt ripped at one side.
“We need to leave.” Heechul grits out as he finally reaches them, Ryeowook tries to ignore the fact that his eyeliner is smudged down his cheek, “we need to leave right now,” and there’s a moment where they just watch Heechul shuffle awkwardly and stare at the floor before he lets out a shaky breath and “please.”
Heechul doesn’t talk on the car ride home, flinches every time the car swerves slightly and goes straight to the top floor of the headquarters, where the dorms are, leaving the CD with Kyuhyun and Ryeowook. Entering their dorm, he storms down the hall towards his bedroom, pulling out the hair extensions from his hair and kicking his shoes off. He wipes the gloss off of his lips with the back of his hand and tries to restrain himself from screaming until he gets into his room.
Curled up in the dark, on top of his covers, Heechul starts to wonder when he'd started letting things get to him and when he'd stopped being this snarky new agency member. His sighs turn into groans which turn into whimpers and he doesn't realize there's another person in the room until their hand is pressed against his back and he's pushing his face further into this pillow.
"'Chul," he hears, and the hands slides onto his side and Heechul doesn't know whether to thank the world for Hankyung or smite it, but Hankyung’s fingers are gentle that he slowly starts to forget about the smite half of it. "No-ones expecting you to be unaffected by this, I'm pretty sure if even Kangin had to do your mission he wouldn't be able to deal with it." Heechul doesn't reply, just buries further into the covers and lets Hankyung slide in behind him. "Kangin couldn't pull off a skirt, anyway. I, on the other hand..."
"You'd look awful, not even gunna lie." Heechul finally mumbles into his pillow, moving his arm so Hankyung's can slip around him. He wants to say something like 'thank you' or 'stop being so fucking amazing' but the feeling of Kim Yong's hands all over him, his nails denting his hips comes back and he suddenly finds it impossible to speak.
He falls asleep in between one breath and the next with his face buried in the crook of Hankyung’s neck after completely letting go.
*
“Heechul,” Kyuhyun grits out and stares at him with wide annoyed eyes, his hair sticking up all over the place from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it. Heechul stops mid step. “Stop pacing. We’re trying our best to find out where he is you could at least help.”
“Help? Help?! I'm not even supposed to be here, I have no idea what to do.” The feeling of helplessness starts to flood back and he sighs, dropping down into his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose. “This was never in my contract--finding missing Chinese boys,” Heechul tries to lighten the mood, and he hears a soft laugh from Ryeowook which is almost muted out by his heavy typing.
“Okay, just... Just keep an eye on the screens, if you see anything, anything, say so,” Kyuhyun says, and there’s the smallest amount of panic in his voice. Nodding, Heechul starts looking across the rows of screens and tries to ignore the fact that he can’t stop wringing his hands together. He can’t take it. Hecan’ttakeithecan’ttakeit. His heart hurts and he really just wants to tear someone to pieces right now. Standing up, he pulls on his jacket and pushes his chair out of the way.
“I’m going in there.”
*
Thing is, Hankyung’s going to China with Donghae, Siwon, Ryeowook and Kyuhyun for 5 days and Heechul really, maybe can’t breathe. Thing is, Heechul has just come to terms with liking Hankyung in a more than he’s-good-to-make-fun-of-and-makes-amazing-fried-rice way and now he’s being sent off to a completely different country. And okay, it’s only 5 days but its 5 days completely wasted for Heechul. Heechul loves his life, honestly.
Heechul wakes up early (unlike Eunhyuk who’s still snoring loudly in the room next to Heechul’s, much to Donghae’s protest who’s envious of the extra sleep) to bid them farewell and by early he means really, unnaturally early and he can barely speak when he opens his mouth to try screaming at his alarm clock. Pulling his blanket off of his bed, he wraps it around him and moves towards the mirror where he groans loudly at the mirror, his hair all over the place, eyes barely open and a crease from his pillow going down his left cheek.
“Wonderful,” he sighs to his reflection and drags himself out of the room and into the brightly light hallway. He trips over Siwon’s suitcase as soon as he steps out and a dozing Ryeowook as he travels further towards Hankyung’s room. When he’s properly awake, he’s really going to reconsider this whole being nice thing. “Morning,” he manages to croak out and his enters Hankyung’s room, his blanket still firmly wrapped around him.
“You sound like shit,” Hankyung greets brightly, trying to pack some last minute things in his suitcase.
“Mmm, love you too,” Heechul replies as he shuffles over to Hankyung and leaning against his side whilst Hankyung stares critically at his suitcase. “I liked it more when you were too scared to be mean to me.”
“I’m worried that I’m missing something,” Hankyung sighs, ignoring Heechul’s comment, and it’s so close to Heechul’s ear that he might actually cry and it makes him feel like a 13 year old girl. They stand in silence for a moment, Hankyung making quiet frustrated noises as he sifts through the clothes he’s packed. Fed up, Heechul pulls the blanket off of his shoulders, folds it haphazardly and places it on top of the items in the suitcase.
“There we go, problem solved,” He grins, snapping the suitcase shut and zipping it up before Hankyung can change his mind. All Hankyung does is laugh that annoyingly adorable laugh and brush his hand against Heechul’s. Heechul is going to die, he really is. He looks down at their touching hands, and then up at Hankyung’s smile and takes a slow deep breath because that is really, really it. God knows how this is going to turn out and Heechul knows his breath isn’t exactly roses right now, but he curls his hand on top of Hankyung’s shoulder, anyway, and leans in.
There isn’t much of a height difference between the two, so Heechul just tilts his head and presses their lips together and Hankyung’s lips are so soft and warm that Heechul has to suppress a whimper. He feels the exhale of breath Hankyung blows out of his nose right down his neck and he chooses that moment to pull away and stare at the floor. Lingering, for just a second, he pulls completely away and bites his lip, not daring to look Hankyung in the face.
“I’ll see you when you get back,” He whispers, immediately regretting being impulsive when the quiet of the room finally gets to him
There’s still so much going on outside in the hallway and Heechul has to narrowly avoid being decapitated by a flailing Donghae who doesn’t know where his suitcase is. Heechul trips over it on his way down the hall.
He suddenly remembers how tired he is by the time he gets back to his room and he has to refrain from just falling asleep right in the middle of the hall. Taking one look into his room, seeing the empty un-made bed and then looking at the room across from his, he enters that one instead.
“Budge over,” he whispers harshly to the sleeping lump and tries to hide the fact that his brain hurts so much he could cry. They teach you how to kill a man 24 different ways in Spy training, but they don’t tell you how to confess your love to an oblivious China man. If Heechul believed in God, he’d probably be praying for this to work out. But he doesn’t, so all he can do is go back to abusing the sleeping lump.
“What do you want? Go back to your own bed,” Sungmin mumbles blearily and Heechul doesn’t care that Sungmin’s a martial arts expert and could probably kill him with a single touch, he’s still the most adorable thing ever. Heechul doesn’t reply, just sighs and drops to his knees next to the bed burying his head in the mattress. This catches Sungmin’s attention more than the incessant poking, and he finally rolls over and opens his eyes to look at Heechul. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just...” He trails off and rubs a hand down his face, “can I just stay here tonight?” Sungmin pulls back the corner of the cover and moves to the side to let Heechul slip under.
No matter how much he tries, his eyes won’t stay closed and he sighs loudly, rolling over so he’s facing Sungmin. He’s about to complain to Sungmin about needing his beauty sleep and will he please just tape his eyes closed for him so he can get some sleep, but Sungmin’s already opening his mouth.
“So, I had this really weird dream,” he says into the silence of the room, his eyes still closed and his face still buried in his pillow. “I mean, like, seriously weird, all of us were in this music group. Eeteuk was the leader, obviously, Kangin the strong one...”
Heechul falls asleep halfway through Sungmin telling him about this imaginary k-pop band and after ‘Operation: China’ had left the dorms. He wakes up a few hours later and has to drag himself to some new training course that leaves him drained and ready to cry.
Heechul picks up the phone on the third ring and flops down on his band as he answers it, “hello?”
“You can’t just do that.” A voice says down the line, Heechul tries to ignore how easy it is for him to recognize who’s speaking to him. “You can’t just... Kiss me and--” he lets out a frustrated sigh, “’Chul, I’m here for 5 days, do you know how distracted I am?” Heechul doesn’t know whether that’s a good or a bad thing, but he does know that he’s completely speechless. He clears his throat, sits up slightly on his bed and tries to think of something to say.
“Your lips are really soft,” that’s definitely not what he meant to say and especially not as quiet and pathetic as he did. He sighs some more. He can hear Hankyung slowly getting less frustrated and giving in on the other end of the line.
“I’ll see you when I get back,” Hankyung whispers and then it’s the dial tone that fills his ears.
Pretty much, Heechul’s expecting to get punched or kicked in the face when ‘Operation: China’ come back. He’s seen Hankyung in action, and it’s probably one of the scariest, and sexiest, things he’s ever seen. The last thing he’s expecting is to be pushed up against his bedroom door and to be given several hickies.
“All I could think about on that whole mission was how annoyingly gorgeous you are in the mornings,” Hankyung whispers against Heechul’s mouth, their foreheads resting against each other. Hankyung hasn’t actually kissed Heechul on the mouth yet and it’s taking all of Heechul’s willpower not to crush their mouths together right then. “And how good your mouth felt against mine,” he brushes some hair out Heechul’s face, “and how much I need to kiss you from now on.”
Heechul exhales a breath against Hankyung’s mouth and slides his hand up his chest, circling behind his neck and threading through his hair. He narrowly avoids bumping their noses together as he tilts his head to the side and brings their lips together. It’s a slow, soft kiss with their bodies pressed flush against each other and Heechul’s pretty sure he could kiss Hankyung like this forever, all sweet and unrushed. Until Hankyung starts sucking on his bottom lip and Heechul’s hands slip under his t-shirt and up, then it gets frantic with Heechul pushing himself off the door and towards the bed.
It’s all a rush of blurred hands and clothes and, suddenly, Heechul finds himself on his back with his legs hooked over Hankyung’s shoulders. Hankyung twists his fingers inside of Heechul and Heechul keens, pushing his head back into his pillow “More,” Heechul groans out, pushing down on the two fingers and gripping onto Hankyung's bicep.
Pulling out his fingers, Hankyung leans down to kiss Heechul’s bruised lips and his fingers slip clumsily over the condom.
Hankyung pushes into Heechul slow, achingly slow, and when he’s buried all the way in, his face in the crook of Heechul's neck, he places a kiss there. “So good,” he whispers, twitching as Heechul clenches around him subconsciously. He pulls out of Heechul slowly, and Heechul’s eyes slowly start to flutter closed, his teeth pulling one side of his lip. The thrusts are slow and languid and hit every single right spot in Heechul.
“Nnnggh,” Heechul pants out as Hankyung twists his hips a little, still inside of Heechul. He groans low, cracked and manages to turn Hankyung’s head so their lips crush together. Their kiss is rough and biting, after Hankyung readjusts the angle of his head, and it goes against Hankyung’s slow rhythm. The hand that’s not pinning Heechul’s wrists above his head moves down his sides to rest on his hipbone, and he runs his thumb along it, trying not to cum right then when Heechul sucks on his tongue.
Heechul breaks the kiss, throwing his head back, as the head of Hankyung’s cock finally brushes against his prostate. His moan is loud and slightly cracked and his whole body shudders when Hankyung’s thumb brushes the head of his cock. Every inch of his skin is damp, and he can feel every thrust all the way down to his feet.
Hankyung’s thrusts are still deep and slow, occasionally his hips snap forward too fast but it’s perfect and he pants all over the skin of Heechul’s neck, licks the pool of sweat that’s gathered there and bites at his collar bone. The heel of Heechul’s foot digs into Hankyung’s back as he gets closer, and Hankyung can feel the heat pooling in the bottom of his stomach, his toes curling into the mattress. “’Chul,” Hankyung whispers into Heechul’s collar bone, his thrusts getting more out of control and, oh god, his whole bodies starting to go numb with pleasure.
“Please,” Heechul moans, pushing his hips up into the circle Hankyung has made with his fingers around his cock. He thrusts in harder, pushing away from Heechul’s body and holding himself up on his knee’s so he can get a better angle. The hand that was previously holding Heechul’s wrist in place is now clutching the back of Heechul’s knee to keep Hankyung balanced, and Hankyung really wants to keep the image of Heechul bent in half and moaning forever.
He can feel it coming, but the only warning Hankyung gives is the shiver that runs through his body before he releases deep inside Heechul. With one final pump of Heechul’s cock, Heechul throws his head back and cums.
Being so caught up in one person means that Heechul's completely oblivious to everything around him including the fact that there are two new people residing in the dorms. As soon Heechul walks into the control room, a week after they’d come back from China, Kyuhyun starts talking animatedly to him using his hands and showing off some new gadget they’d been given.
"Kyu," Heechul cuts in, exasperated. It's hard to concentrate on what Kyuhyun's saying when there's a smiling boy attached to him. "Not to be rude," Heechul ignores the fact that Kyuhyun snorts, "but who is that?"
"Oh, him?" Kyuhyun says glancing to his side, as if he hasn't just slipped his hand around the waist and under the t-shirt of the boy attached to him. "This is Zhou Mi, he's new to the agency. He’s a part of the international communications unit with Kibum and Siwon." He smiles widely, and Zhou Mi smiles, if possible, even wider and uses the hand that's not resting on Kyuhyun's shoulder to wave at Heechul. "He's Chinese," he adds, and winks as if that will mean something to Heechul. Heechul thinks about Hankyung. Oh.
"Chinese huh?" Heechul replies and Kyuhyun lets his head drop onto Zhou Mi’s shoulder, “interesting. "
Heechul meets Henry 3 days later when he goes to spy on Hankyung training and honestly, honestly, he doesn’t squee when Henry talks to him in accented, broken Korean.
*
“What?” Ryeowook exclaims, his typing stopping immediately. “You can’t go,” he says, and his hands a trembling again “you can’t just storm in there, what if they get you too?” Heechul ignores him, pushing his chair out of the way and starting his way towards the door.
“Are you really that fucking stupid?” Kyuhyun bites out as he stands in Heechul’s way, blocking the door completely. “Do you know how risky this mission is? How hard we worked to plan it? How many people could die if it went wrong? And you’re just going to blow it by strolling on in there,” Kyuhyun’s hands come up to touch Heechul’s shoulders and Heechul drops his head and closes his eyes. Kyuhyun softens and his voice looses its hysterical tone, “we can’t lose another person.”
“Hankyung would’ve done it for me,” Heechul whispers, hating these moments and how many of them he’s having.
“You’re not Hankyung,” Kyuhyun grits out, and the grip on his shoulders tightens. Sighing dejectedly, he slumps his shoulders and turns to go back to his seat.
He waits until he’s sure that Kyuhyun’s concentrated on his work before pushing his chair back once again and running out of their hideout before they can notice. He ignores their shouts as he sprints down the hallway.
*
The joy of being, as Kangin so nicely puts it, ‘a computer geek’ means that they don’t have to do as much physical training as the others, so they can sit in the control room and watch the rest of them attempt to defuse bombs and fight off 5 people with their arms tied behind their backs. It’s incredibly amusing and, no matter how cheesy it is, Kyuhyun always brings popcorn.
“I heard from Kibum that Eunhyuk is getting known as one of the most skilled hands in the business,” Ryeowook comments around a mouthful of popcorn, as Heechul leans back in his chair and puts his feet up. On the screen in front of them, Eunhyuk trips on his own feet and lands flat on his face.
“Yeah, um, I’m not seeing it,” Heechul scoffs, looking over at the other screen were Shindong’s doing the robot. “How are we one of the most elite spy agencies?” On screen, Donghae joins in and accidentally sets off the fake bomb they’d just defused, “seriously.”
After Eunhyuk stops laughing hysterically about his slip, they start the training scene again and Heechul scoffs some more, hoping that Eunhyuk is going to fall again. Heechul barely even blinks before the gun that was previously pointed at Eunhyuk’s head is now in his hand and pointing at the other guy.
“Wow, okay, never seen him do that before” Heechul says and his mouth is maybe hanging open, “wow.”
They change screens after Eunhyuk finishes training, and watch the new Chinese recruits with Hankyung and Sungmin.
“You know what I love about training?” Kyuhyun comments, reaching over to turn the volume on that screen up, “lack of clothing,” and his eyes get all big as Zhou Mi does a high-kick over Sungmin’s head.
“You disgust me,” Heechul says, completely ignoring the fact that his brain is going haywire over the tight, tight wife beater Hankyung’s wearing. “And stop thinking about sex when Ryeowook’s present, it’s not good for his young mind.”
“What?” Kyuhyun exclaims over the sounds of Ryeowook choking on his own tongue. “Zhou Mi and I don’t have sex,” he fakes horror, staring at Heechul with big eyes and his hand clenching the material of his t-shirt over his heart, “we make looove.”
“Get out, just get out of my control room,” Heechul screams, trying to upturn Kyuhyun’s chair.
*
Taking the steps two at a time, Heechul wishes now that he’d done some more physical training as his lungs turn cold and a headache starts to form. The building that SJ Agency have infiltrated isn’t far away from where Kyuhyun, Heechul and Ryeowook had set up their equipment, but it seems to take forever to get there as Heechul thinks about all the things that could’ve happened to Hankyung and how he might not have that much time left.
*
Heechul’s favourite part of his job should probably be that he helps in the saving of lives, that he’s doing his part to stop the world from becoming a shit hole, but it’s on mornings that he wakes up with loud clattering coming from all corners of the house that he has to disagree. It’s those days that he tries to leave his room and he ends up in a dog-pile with him on the bottom and Sungmin giggling at the top and Eeteuk telling them to all ‘hurry up and get ready before I make you all act like real spies’ that really make him happy he decided to join this agency.
“That is completely inaccurate,” Donghae sprays a large amount of popcorn crumbs everywhere as he points accusingly at the TV, “I never look that good when I’m trying to abseil. They’re teaching people lies!”
“Just because you don’t look that good doesn’t mean they’re lying, it just means your shit,” Eunhyuk puts in, brushing the popcorn off of him.
“Oh, well I’m sorry Mr. Most-Skilled-Hands-In-All-of-Seoul,” Donghae snorts, spraying even more crumbs on Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk just grins with all teeth and gums, raising his hands in front of him and animatedly wiggling his fingers. From somewhere to the left of him Sungmin whimpers and blushes.
“That’s disgusting,” Heechul grimaces, pulling a face even though he’s currently residing in between Hankyung’s legs, “especially in-“ Heechul cuts off when the main door into the dorms open and Kibum comes in. Covered in blood. “Shit.” No matter how many missions they’ve been on, it’s still hard to see members coming in, eyes wide and glassy, trying to hide the small tremble in their hands.
“Is that... Is that your blood?” Yesung asks whilst Henry leans over to turn the movie off and Shindong reaches for the light switch. Kibum looks down at himself with a dazed expression, one of his hands coming up to tug at his t-shirt.
“Some of it, yeah,” He says with a forced half smile that doesn’t reach his eyes at all and the door opens again and Siwon, Kangin, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun stumble in, all looking equally as tired and worn.
They all fuss around and Eeteuk starts to mother over Kibum, feeling his pulse and doing everything completely unnecessary whilst Kyuhyun retells the whole story even though he looks like he’s about to fall asleep.
It’s hard to have friends when they can’t know anything real about you, Heechul’s whole family think that he lives in the rich part of Seoul as a hairdresser, in a high-priced apartment and is just so busy that he never has time to see them. The only friend’s Heechul has are the ones in the SM Agency, the one’s who also have to go through the stress of lying to the people they love and Heechul made a promise to himself not to make friends outside of the agency to lessen the amount of people he has to lie to.
He pretty much thinks he’s okay only being friends with his agency as he watches Eeteuk wiping the blood of Kibum’s face and Kangin adding exaggerations to everything Kyuhyun says. Until he wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache and ends up in another dog-pile outside of his room, it’s the last straw when he finds that there’s no ramen in the cupboards.
*
Rounding a corner, the building comes into sight and Heechul’s lungs seize up just that little bit more. He narrowly avoids getting hit by a car as he sprints across the road, ducking underneath the car parks striped barrier and towards the main entrance of the building. As he gets closer, he notices the lone figure slumped against the side of the building, their t-shirt torn down the side and missing their shoes. Heechul knows who it is before they even look up.
*
“Morning,” Hankyung breathes out, pushing the hair out of Heechul’s face with his free hand, the lying limply on the pillow because of his arm being pinned down by Heechul’s head.
“Your breath stinks,” Heechul mumbles into the soft cushion of Hankyung’s bicep, wrinkling his nose and letting his lips brush over the skin of Hankyung’s arm.
“I thought you stopped being a bitch,” Hankyung huffs, amusement in his eyes and his hand still threading through Heechul’s hair.
“Some things are impossible to change,” Heechul grins, shuffling so his leg pushes through Hankyung’s and their faces become millimetres away. “Like the fact we have a mission today. Get up, get up, get up.” Even with Heechul’s incessant shifting, Hankyung leaves his hand threading through Heechul’s hair and makes the gap between their faces even smaller. He stays there for a second, his lips barely touching Heechul’s before he closes the gap and slips them together, the hand moves to cup the back of Heechul’s head. Heechul takes that as a ‘good luck’ and a ‘if something happens on the mission, I just...’
*
Hankyung’s face has blood all over one side and Heechul can see a deep cut in the side of his mouth, but Hankyung smiles with his eyes and he’s okay. He’s okay. Heechul’s lungs finally loosen and the knot in his heart unties.
that took way too long to write. although, rn, i'm planning on writing the kyuhyun/zhou mi ~back story, i'm not sure it will happen. but it might. dundundun. i'm sorry if there's still mistakes, but i beta'd this myself at 2 am and all because hazardpro is impatient >:[
hankyung/heechul (kyuhyun/zhou mi, eunhyuk/sungmin), 5915 words.
dedicated to hazardpro because, without her, this wouldn't have taken over my life. ty bby.
warning: crossdressing and, uh, i make heechul pretty pathetic.
One by one the rows of screens in front of Heechul turn black. It’s the lobby camera that dies first and then the ones in the offices, the stairwell, the storage cupboards, the loading docks and Heechul watches as every one of them goes blank and he tries not to scream. From beside him, Ryeowook starts typing frantically and Kyuhyun starts talking frantically and all Heechul can do is go ‘Ohfuckohfuckohfuck’ and press his hand flat against screen to the right of him, as if that will help at all.
“What happened?” Heechul whispers, his palm still pressed against the screen. Ryeowook doesn’t answer, still typing furiously on the computer, letting out frustrated groans every few words. “What happened? Someone better tell me right fucking now.” They still ignore him, Kyuhyun pressing buttons on the control panel in front of him. “Listen to me!” He only notices that he’s shaking after he realizes the reason his vision is blurry is because of the tears welling up in his eyes. He’ll deny the tears later, but right now he’s desperate. Kyuhyun and Ryeowook are finally listening, both with wide eyes and he tries to ignore the looks of concern. He breathes a shaky sigh.
"I don't. We don't." Ryeowook stutters, with his eyes wide and hands trembling as they hover over the keyboard. Kyuhyun sighs from the other end of the control room, running a hand through his hair and spinning the chair around so he can face Heechul.
"It was only a matter of time before someone realized we've hacked into the security system. I mean, they found Hankyung, they know something's up." Kyuhyun says calmly and tries to hide the fact that he keeps glancing over at the blank screens in hopes of them turning on. Heechul really can't breathe right now. "I'll try getting in touch with Siwon, but I don't want to blow his cover as well." Heechul hardly notices that Ryeowook has gone back to typing loudly because of the numb feeling which has settled all over his body.
"Wait," Ryeowook breathes, "wait, wait, wait. I think I have it," and he presses enter. There's a beat where nothing happens and Heechul's all about ready to give up, but slowly all the screens start to flicker on. Heechul's heart jumps up into his throat. Hankyung's not there. Hankyung's not there.
"Hankyung's not there." He manages, his hand still pressed against the screen that previously showed Hankyung. "Where is he? He was locked in a room, where the fuck has he gone?"
*
“The target’s Kim Yong,” Eeteuk explains as Sungmin starts take one of the implants to put in the bra Heechul’s wearing out of the packaging. Somehow, no-one even bats an eyelash when they walk passed the door and see Heechul standing in the middle of the room wearing only a skirt and a bra. "He's caused the government an endless amount of grief with fraud and generally being a deceitful asshole. There's no hard evidence against him, though, but if this mission goes right, we can be the ones that put him away." Eeteuk sifts through the guys file, before looking at Heechul who is currently looking down at his chest and squeezing his make-shift boobs. He sighs.
"So, this is where I come in, right?" Heechul says, letting Sungmin readjust the strap on the bra before leaving the room to grab the rest of Heechul's outfit.
"Exactly. Kim Yong's spotted every Thursday evening unwinding at bars in Itaewon, specifically the ones with cross-dressers and he's frequently seen going into back rooms." Heechul snorts, and allows Sungmin to help him into the off-the-shoulder women's top. Judging by the huge grin on Sungmin's face, he is having way too much fun playing dress-up.
"He sounds like a wonderful man; I can't wait to meet him." Pulling a disgusted face, Heechul grabs one of the papers off of Eeteuk to examine the picture of Kim Yong. "Ugly and old, wonderful."
"All you need to do," Eeteuk says, ignoring Heechul's comments, "is get in there, seduce him, grab the data CD out of his left inside suit pocket and get out."
"And, what, he'll just have this data CD with all this top secret information in his suit pocket? Oh god, why am I doing this? This isn‘t even my field of work, just because I sometimes, maybe look like a girl."
"So I've been told." Eeteuk comments dryly, and he even sounds unsure of the information. Sungmin scrunches his mouth up and contemplates straight or curly hair. "Just, try. What's really the worst that could happen?"
"What's the worst that could happen? Ever heard of rape?" His voice maybe goes up 10 octaves, and Sungmin barely avoids getting hit by a flailing arm as he tries to carefully add the extensions into Heechul's hair. Before Eeteuk can reply, Sungmin, who actually hasn't said anything for at least an hour now, steps back to admire Heechul and claps his hands together.
"I," he says, turning his head to the side and grinning, "am amazing. A miracle worker. Jesus, even." He ties a ribbon around the ponytail in Heechul's hair. "Wait, don't tell Siwon I said that."
"That," Kangin chokes out as Heechul walks into one of the training rooms, his outfit complete, "is worrying." Ignoring the fact that Yesung's laughing so much that he can't breathe, Heechul saunters through the room, hip jutted out and hair swinging.
"So worrying," Kibum mutters, his fist frozen halfway through its journey towards the punch bag. He might be gaping, maybe. Heechul takes one last turn before strolling out of the room, one hand on his hip and the other swinging by his side.
"Nnnnnnngh," Hankyung says and nearly misses the wink Heechul sends him before closing the door.
The bar is all red velvet furniture, champagne, business men and completely not what Heechul is expecting. Ryeowook and Kyuhyun have accompanied him as look outs, although they don't get the privilege of wearing a stuffed bra and the most uncomfortable pair of underwear ever. And as Heechul scopes out the place, he has to remind himself that every single girl in this bar is not actually a girl. His life, seriously.
"Kyu and I will be on stage the whole night, okay? Just. If you get into any trouble, give Kyu the signal seeing as I'll be behind a piano and won’t be able to see you." Ryeowook says when they're out of sight from the patrons of this bar.
"Wait, do we even have a signal? Do we really need a signal? If his hand slips anywhere underneath my skirt, just take that as the signal," Heechul says, pulling his skirt down some more and pushing his fringe to the side. Ryeowook tries his hardest not to roll his eyes, and just leaves it to Kyuhyun to answer.
"Just wink at me if you get in any trouble, okay? And make it subtle, I'll try and keep my eye on you. Other than that, pretend that you don't know us." Kyuhyun says, before turning on his heel and dragging Ryeowook with him. Sighing, Heechul straightens his skirt out once again and goes to join the other girls on the bar floor.
Heechul spots Kim Yong as soon as he steps out onto the floor and has to hold back the groan that's ready to come out of his mouth. Making a beeline towards Kim Yong, he glances, in slight desperation, towards Kyuhyun on stage before making sure to tilt his hips as he stands in front of Kim Yong's table.
"Would you like a drink, sir?" Heechul never thought his own voice would make him want to gag, but today is the day for many firsts and, due to how cold his legs are, a few lasts. Looking at Kim Yong through his lashes, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip and gently lifts up the right side of his mouth into a smirk.
"No, that's quite alright," Kim Yong leers and Heechul tries so, so, so hard not to throw up right then, "but you can join me." Tentatively, Heechul takes a seat next to him and smiles with all teeth just for show, crossing one leg over the other and twirling one of the hairs framing his face around his finger.
Kyuhyun can only watch when, halfway through singing the third song, Heechul follows Kim Yong into the private back rooms.
“Don’t you think we should be worrying? He’s been in there a long time.” Ryeowook barely manages to hear Kyuhyun over the hustle of the bar, leaning forward so he can catch the end of the sentence.
“I don’t know. We shouldn’t just go barging in there in case he hasn’t actually got the CD yet.” Ryeowook sighs, tapping the piano keys as Kyuhyun rests against the top of it, looking out at the bar.
“I just think-” Kyuhyun cuts off when he sees the door to the back rooms open and Heechul stumbles out. They don’t get to properly see him until he’s nearly right at the stage, his hair a mess and the skirt ripped at one side.
“We need to leave.” Heechul grits out as he finally reaches them, Ryeowook tries to ignore the fact that his eyeliner is smudged down his cheek, “we need to leave right now,” and there’s a moment where they just watch Heechul shuffle awkwardly and stare at the floor before he lets out a shaky breath and “please.”
Heechul doesn’t talk on the car ride home, flinches every time the car swerves slightly and goes straight to the top floor of the headquarters, where the dorms are, leaving the CD with Kyuhyun and Ryeowook. Entering their dorm, he storms down the hall towards his bedroom, pulling out the hair extensions from his hair and kicking his shoes off. He wipes the gloss off of his lips with the back of his hand and tries to restrain himself from screaming until he gets into his room.
Curled up in the dark, on top of his covers, Heechul starts to wonder when he'd started letting things get to him and when he'd stopped being this snarky new agency member. His sighs turn into groans which turn into whimpers and he doesn't realize there's another person in the room until their hand is pressed against his back and he's pushing his face further into this pillow.
"'Chul," he hears, and the hands slides onto his side and Heechul doesn't know whether to thank the world for Hankyung or smite it, but Hankyung’s fingers are gentle that he slowly starts to forget about the smite half of it. "No-ones expecting you to be unaffected by this, I'm pretty sure if even Kangin had to do your mission he wouldn't be able to deal with it." Heechul doesn't reply, just buries further into the covers and lets Hankyung slide in behind him. "Kangin couldn't pull off a skirt, anyway. I, on the other hand..."
"You'd look awful, not even gunna lie." Heechul finally mumbles into his pillow, moving his arm so Hankyung's can slip around him. He wants to say something like 'thank you' or 'stop being so fucking amazing' but the feeling of Kim Yong's hands all over him, his nails denting his hips comes back and he suddenly finds it impossible to speak.
He falls asleep in between one breath and the next with his face buried in the crook of Hankyung’s neck after completely letting go.
*
“Heechul,” Kyuhyun grits out and stares at him with wide annoyed eyes, his hair sticking up all over the place from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it. Heechul stops mid step. “Stop pacing. We’re trying our best to find out where he is you could at least help.”
“Help? Help?! I'm not even supposed to be here, I have no idea what to do.” The feeling of helplessness starts to flood back and he sighs, dropping down into his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose. “This was never in my contract--finding missing Chinese boys,” Heechul tries to lighten the mood, and he hears a soft laugh from Ryeowook which is almost muted out by his heavy typing.
“Okay, just... Just keep an eye on the screens, if you see anything, anything, say so,” Kyuhyun says, and there’s the smallest amount of panic in his voice. Nodding, Heechul starts looking across the rows of screens and tries to ignore the fact that he can’t stop wringing his hands together. He can’t take it. Hecan’ttakeithecan’ttakeit. His heart hurts and he really just wants to tear someone to pieces right now. Standing up, he pulls on his jacket and pushes his chair out of the way.
“I’m going in there.”
*
Thing is, Hankyung’s going to China with Donghae, Siwon, Ryeowook and Kyuhyun for 5 days and Heechul really, maybe can’t breathe. Thing is, Heechul has just come to terms with liking Hankyung in a more than he’s-good-to-make-fun-of-and-makes-amazing-fried-rice way and now he’s being sent off to a completely different country. And okay, it’s only 5 days but its 5 days completely wasted for Heechul. Heechul loves his life, honestly.
Heechul wakes up early (unlike Eunhyuk who’s still snoring loudly in the room next to Heechul’s, much to Donghae’s protest who’s envious of the extra sleep) to bid them farewell and by early he means really, unnaturally early and he can barely speak when he opens his mouth to try screaming at his alarm clock. Pulling his blanket off of his bed, he wraps it around him and moves towards the mirror where he groans loudly at the mirror, his hair all over the place, eyes barely open and a crease from his pillow going down his left cheek.
“Wonderful,” he sighs to his reflection and drags himself out of the room and into the brightly light hallway. He trips over Siwon’s suitcase as soon as he steps out and a dozing Ryeowook as he travels further towards Hankyung’s room. When he’s properly awake, he’s really going to reconsider this whole being nice thing. “Morning,” he manages to croak out and his enters Hankyung’s room, his blanket still firmly wrapped around him.
“You sound like shit,” Hankyung greets brightly, trying to pack some last minute things in his suitcase.
“Mmm, love you too,” Heechul replies as he shuffles over to Hankyung and leaning against his side whilst Hankyung stares critically at his suitcase. “I liked it more when you were too scared to be mean to me.”
“I’m worried that I’m missing something,” Hankyung sighs, ignoring Heechul’s comment, and it’s so close to Heechul’s ear that he might actually cry and it makes him feel like a 13 year old girl. They stand in silence for a moment, Hankyung making quiet frustrated noises as he sifts through the clothes he’s packed. Fed up, Heechul pulls the blanket off of his shoulders, folds it haphazardly and places it on top of the items in the suitcase.
“There we go, problem solved,” He grins, snapping the suitcase shut and zipping it up before Hankyung can change his mind. All Hankyung does is laugh that annoyingly adorable laugh and brush his hand against Heechul’s. Heechul is going to die, he really is. He looks down at their touching hands, and then up at Hankyung’s smile and takes a slow deep breath because that is really, really it. God knows how this is going to turn out and Heechul knows his breath isn’t exactly roses right now, but he curls his hand on top of Hankyung’s shoulder, anyway, and leans in.
There isn’t much of a height difference between the two, so Heechul just tilts his head and presses their lips together and Hankyung’s lips are so soft and warm that Heechul has to suppress a whimper. He feels the exhale of breath Hankyung blows out of his nose right down his neck and he chooses that moment to pull away and stare at the floor. Lingering, for just a second, he pulls completely away and bites his lip, not daring to look Hankyung in the face.
“I’ll see you when you get back,” He whispers, immediately regretting being impulsive when the quiet of the room finally gets to him
There’s still so much going on outside in the hallway and Heechul has to narrowly avoid being decapitated by a flailing Donghae who doesn’t know where his suitcase is. Heechul trips over it on his way down the hall.
He suddenly remembers how tired he is by the time he gets back to his room and he has to refrain from just falling asleep right in the middle of the hall. Taking one look into his room, seeing the empty un-made bed and then looking at the room across from his, he enters that one instead.
“Budge over,” he whispers harshly to the sleeping lump and tries to hide the fact that his brain hurts so much he could cry. They teach you how to kill a man 24 different ways in Spy training, but they don’t tell you how to confess your love to an oblivious China man. If Heechul believed in God, he’d probably be praying for this to work out. But he doesn’t, so all he can do is go back to abusing the sleeping lump.
“What do you want? Go back to your own bed,” Sungmin mumbles blearily and Heechul doesn’t care that Sungmin’s a martial arts expert and could probably kill him with a single touch, he’s still the most adorable thing ever. Heechul doesn’t reply, just sighs and drops to his knees next to the bed burying his head in the mattress. This catches Sungmin’s attention more than the incessant poking, and he finally rolls over and opens his eyes to look at Heechul. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just...” He trails off and rubs a hand down his face, “can I just stay here tonight?” Sungmin pulls back the corner of the cover and moves to the side to let Heechul slip under.
No matter how much he tries, his eyes won’t stay closed and he sighs loudly, rolling over so he’s facing Sungmin. He’s about to complain to Sungmin about needing his beauty sleep and will he please just tape his eyes closed for him so he can get some sleep, but Sungmin’s already opening his mouth.
“So, I had this really weird dream,” he says into the silence of the room, his eyes still closed and his face still buried in his pillow. “I mean, like, seriously weird, all of us were in this music group. Eeteuk was the leader, obviously, Kangin the strong one...”
Heechul falls asleep halfway through Sungmin telling him about this imaginary k-pop band and after ‘Operation: China’ had left the dorms. He wakes up a few hours later and has to drag himself to some new training course that leaves him drained and ready to cry.
Heechul picks up the phone on the third ring and flops down on his band as he answers it, “hello?”
“You can’t just do that.” A voice says down the line, Heechul tries to ignore how easy it is for him to recognize who’s speaking to him. “You can’t just... Kiss me and--” he lets out a frustrated sigh, “’Chul, I’m here for 5 days, do you know how distracted I am?” Heechul doesn’t know whether that’s a good or a bad thing, but he does know that he’s completely speechless. He clears his throat, sits up slightly on his bed and tries to think of something to say.
“Your lips are really soft,” that’s definitely not what he meant to say and especially not as quiet and pathetic as he did. He sighs some more. He can hear Hankyung slowly getting less frustrated and giving in on the other end of the line.
“I’ll see you when I get back,” Hankyung whispers and then it’s the dial tone that fills his ears.
Pretty much, Heechul’s expecting to get punched or kicked in the face when ‘Operation: China’ come back. He’s seen Hankyung in action, and it’s probably one of the scariest, and sexiest, things he’s ever seen. The last thing he’s expecting is to be pushed up against his bedroom door and to be given several hickies.
“All I could think about on that whole mission was how annoyingly gorgeous you are in the mornings,” Hankyung whispers against Heechul’s mouth, their foreheads resting against each other. Hankyung hasn’t actually kissed Heechul on the mouth yet and it’s taking all of Heechul’s willpower not to crush their mouths together right then. “And how good your mouth felt against mine,” he brushes some hair out Heechul’s face, “and how much I need to kiss you from now on.”
Heechul exhales a breath against Hankyung’s mouth and slides his hand up his chest, circling behind his neck and threading through his hair. He narrowly avoids bumping their noses together as he tilts his head to the side and brings their lips together. It’s a slow, soft kiss with their bodies pressed flush against each other and Heechul’s pretty sure he could kiss Hankyung like this forever, all sweet and unrushed. Until Hankyung starts sucking on his bottom lip and Heechul’s hands slip under his t-shirt and up, then it gets frantic with Heechul pushing himself off the door and towards the bed.
It’s all a rush of blurred hands and clothes and, suddenly, Heechul finds himself on his back with his legs hooked over Hankyung’s shoulders. Hankyung twists his fingers inside of Heechul and Heechul keens, pushing his head back into his pillow “More,” Heechul groans out, pushing down on the two fingers and gripping onto Hankyung's bicep.
Pulling out his fingers, Hankyung leans down to kiss Heechul’s bruised lips and his fingers slip clumsily over the condom.
Hankyung pushes into Heechul slow, achingly slow, and when he’s buried all the way in, his face in the crook of Heechul's neck, he places a kiss there. “So good,” he whispers, twitching as Heechul clenches around him subconsciously. He pulls out of Heechul slowly, and Heechul’s eyes slowly start to flutter closed, his teeth pulling one side of his lip. The thrusts are slow and languid and hit every single right spot in Heechul.
“Nnnggh,” Heechul pants out as Hankyung twists his hips a little, still inside of Heechul. He groans low, cracked and manages to turn Hankyung’s head so their lips crush together. Their kiss is rough and biting, after Hankyung readjusts the angle of his head, and it goes against Hankyung’s slow rhythm. The hand that’s not pinning Heechul’s wrists above his head moves down his sides to rest on his hipbone, and he runs his thumb along it, trying not to cum right then when Heechul sucks on his tongue.
Heechul breaks the kiss, throwing his head back, as the head of Hankyung’s cock finally brushes against his prostate. His moan is loud and slightly cracked and his whole body shudders when Hankyung’s thumb brushes the head of his cock. Every inch of his skin is damp, and he can feel every thrust all the way down to his feet.
Hankyung’s thrusts are still deep and slow, occasionally his hips snap forward too fast but it’s perfect and he pants all over the skin of Heechul’s neck, licks the pool of sweat that’s gathered there and bites at his collar bone. The heel of Heechul’s foot digs into Hankyung’s back as he gets closer, and Hankyung can feel the heat pooling in the bottom of his stomach, his toes curling into the mattress. “’Chul,” Hankyung whispers into Heechul’s collar bone, his thrusts getting more out of control and, oh god, his whole bodies starting to go numb with pleasure.
“Please,” Heechul moans, pushing his hips up into the circle Hankyung has made with his fingers around his cock. He thrusts in harder, pushing away from Heechul’s body and holding himself up on his knee’s so he can get a better angle. The hand that was previously holding Heechul’s wrist in place is now clutching the back of Heechul’s knee to keep Hankyung balanced, and Hankyung really wants to keep the image of Heechul bent in half and moaning forever.
He can feel it coming, but the only warning Hankyung gives is the shiver that runs through his body before he releases deep inside Heechul. With one final pump of Heechul’s cock, Heechul throws his head back and cums.
Being so caught up in one person means that Heechul's completely oblivious to everything around him including the fact that there are two new people residing in the dorms. As soon Heechul walks into the control room, a week after they’d come back from China, Kyuhyun starts talking animatedly to him using his hands and showing off some new gadget they’d been given.
"Kyu," Heechul cuts in, exasperated. It's hard to concentrate on what Kyuhyun's saying when there's a smiling boy attached to him. "Not to be rude," Heechul ignores the fact that Kyuhyun snorts, "but who is that?"
"Oh, him?" Kyuhyun says glancing to his side, as if he hasn't just slipped his hand around the waist and under the t-shirt of the boy attached to him. "This is Zhou Mi, he's new to the agency. He’s a part of the international communications unit with Kibum and Siwon." He smiles widely, and Zhou Mi smiles, if possible, even wider and uses the hand that's not resting on Kyuhyun's shoulder to wave at Heechul. "He's Chinese," he adds, and winks as if that will mean something to Heechul. Heechul thinks about Hankyung. Oh.
"Chinese huh?" Heechul replies and Kyuhyun lets his head drop onto Zhou Mi’s shoulder, “interesting. "
Heechul meets Henry 3 days later when he goes to spy on Hankyung training and honestly, honestly, he doesn’t squee when Henry talks to him in accented, broken Korean.
*
“What?” Ryeowook exclaims, his typing stopping immediately. “You can’t go,” he says, and his hands a trembling again “you can’t just storm in there, what if they get you too?” Heechul ignores him, pushing his chair out of the way and starting his way towards the door.
“Are you really that fucking stupid?” Kyuhyun bites out as he stands in Heechul’s way, blocking the door completely. “Do you know how risky this mission is? How hard we worked to plan it? How many people could die if it went wrong? And you’re just going to blow it by strolling on in there,” Kyuhyun’s hands come up to touch Heechul’s shoulders and Heechul drops his head and closes his eyes. Kyuhyun softens and his voice looses its hysterical tone, “we can’t lose another person.”
“Hankyung would’ve done it for me,” Heechul whispers, hating these moments and how many of them he’s having.
“You’re not Hankyung,” Kyuhyun grits out, and the grip on his shoulders tightens. Sighing dejectedly, he slumps his shoulders and turns to go back to his seat.
He waits until he’s sure that Kyuhyun’s concentrated on his work before pushing his chair back once again and running out of their hideout before they can notice. He ignores their shouts as he sprints down the hallway.
*
The joy of being, as Kangin so nicely puts it, ‘a computer geek’ means that they don’t have to do as much physical training as the others, so they can sit in the control room and watch the rest of them attempt to defuse bombs and fight off 5 people with their arms tied behind their backs. It’s incredibly amusing and, no matter how cheesy it is, Kyuhyun always brings popcorn.
“I heard from Kibum that Eunhyuk is getting known as one of the most skilled hands in the business,” Ryeowook comments around a mouthful of popcorn, as Heechul leans back in his chair and puts his feet up. On the screen in front of them, Eunhyuk trips on his own feet and lands flat on his face.
“Yeah, um, I’m not seeing it,” Heechul scoffs, looking over at the other screen were Shindong’s doing the robot. “How are we one of the most elite spy agencies?” On screen, Donghae joins in and accidentally sets off the fake bomb they’d just defused, “seriously.”
After Eunhyuk stops laughing hysterically about his slip, they start the training scene again and Heechul scoffs some more, hoping that Eunhyuk is going to fall again. Heechul barely even blinks before the gun that was previously pointed at Eunhyuk’s head is now in his hand and pointing at the other guy.
“Wow, okay, never seen him do that before” Heechul says and his mouth is maybe hanging open, “wow.”
They change screens after Eunhyuk finishes training, and watch the new Chinese recruits with Hankyung and Sungmin.
“You know what I love about training?” Kyuhyun comments, reaching over to turn the volume on that screen up, “lack of clothing,” and his eyes get all big as Zhou Mi does a high-kick over Sungmin’s head.
“You disgust me,” Heechul says, completely ignoring the fact that his brain is going haywire over the tight, tight wife beater Hankyung’s wearing. “And stop thinking about sex when Ryeowook’s present, it’s not good for his young mind.”
“What?” Kyuhyun exclaims over the sounds of Ryeowook choking on his own tongue. “Zhou Mi and I don’t have sex,” he fakes horror, staring at Heechul with big eyes and his hand clenching the material of his t-shirt over his heart, “we make looove.”
“Get out, just get out of my control room,” Heechul screams, trying to upturn Kyuhyun’s chair.
*
Taking the steps two at a time, Heechul wishes now that he’d done some more physical training as his lungs turn cold and a headache starts to form. The building that SJ Agency have infiltrated isn’t far away from where Kyuhyun, Heechul and Ryeowook had set up their equipment, but it seems to take forever to get there as Heechul thinks about all the things that could’ve happened to Hankyung and how he might not have that much time left.
*
Heechul’s favourite part of his job should probably be that he helps in the saving of lives, that he’s doing his part to stop the world from becoming a shit hole, but it’s on mornings that he wakes up with loud clattering coming from all corners of the house that he has to disagree. It’s those days that he tries to leave his room and he ends up in a dog-pile with him on the bottom and Sungmin giggling at the top and Eeteuk telling them to all ‘hurry up and get ready before I make you all act like real spies’ that really make him happy he decided to join this agency.
“That is completely inaccurate,” Donghae sprays a large amount of popcorn crumbs everywhere as he points accusingly at the TV, “I never look that good when I’m trying to abseil. They’re teaching people lies!”
“Just because you don’t look that good doesn’t mean they’re lying, it just means your shit,” Eunhyuk puts in, brushing the popcorn off of him.
“Oh, well I’m sorry Mr. Most-Skilled-Hands-In-All-of-Seoul,” Donghae snorts, spraying even more crumbs on Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk just grins with all teeth and gums, raising his hands in front of him and animatedly wiggling his fingers. From somewhere to the left of him Sungmin whimpers and blushes.
“That’s disgusting,” Heechul grimaces, pulling a face even though he’s currently residing in between Hankyung’s legs, “especially in-“ Heechul cuts off when the main door into the dorms open and Kibum comes in. Covered in blood. “Shit.” No matter how many missions they’ve been on, it’s still hard to see members coming in, eyes wide and glassy, trying to hide the small tremble in their hands.
“Is that... Is that your blood?” Yesung asks whilst Henry leans over to turn the movie off and Shindong reaches for the light switch. Kibum looks down at himself with a dazed expression, one of his hands coming up to tug at his t-shirt.
“Some of it, yeah,” He says with a forced half smile that doesn’t reach his eyes at all and the door opens again and Siwon, Kangin, Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun stumble in, all looking equally as tired and worn.
They all fuss around and Eeteuk starts to mother over Kibum, feeling his pulse and doing everything completely unnecessary whilst Kyuhyun retells the whole story even though he looks like he’s about to fall asleep.
It’s hard to have friends when they can’t know anything real about you, Heechul’s whole family think that he lives in the rich part of Seoul as a hairdresser, in a high-priced apartment and is just so busy that he never has time to see them. The only friend’s Heechul has are the ones in the SM Agency, the one’s who also have to go through the stress of lying to the people they love and Heechul made a promise to himself not to make friends outside of the agency to lessen the amount of people he has to lie to.
He pretty much thinks he’s okay only being friends with his agency as he watches Eeteuk wiping the blood of Kibum’s face and Kangin adding exaggerations to everything Kyuhyun says. Until he wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache and ends up in another dog-pile outside of his room, it’s the last straw when he finds that there’s no ramen in the cupboards.
*
Rounding a corner, the building comes into sight and Heechul’s lungs seize up just that little bit more. He narrowly avoids getting hit by a car as he sprints across the road, ducking underneath the car parks striped barrier and towards the main entrance of the building. As he gets closer, he notices the lone figure slumped against the side of the building, their t-shirt torn down the side and missing their shoes. Heechul knows who it is before they even look up.
*
“Morning,” Hankyung breathes out, pushing the hair out of Heechul’s face with his free hand, the lying limply on the pillow because of his arm being pinned down by Heechul’s head.
“Your breath stinks,” Heechul mumbles into the soft cushion of Hankyung’s bicep, wrinkling his nose and letting his lips brush over the skin of Hankyung’s arm.
“I thought you stopped being a bitch,” Hankyung huffs, amusement in his eyes and his hand still threading through Heechul’s hair.
“Some things are impossible to change,” Heechul grins, shuffling so his leg pushes through Hankyung’s and their faces become millimetres away. “Like the fact we have a mission today. Get up, get up, get up.” Even with Heechul’s incessant shifting, Hankyung leaves his hand threading through Heechul’s hair and makes the gap between their faces even smaller. He stays there for a second, his lips barely touching Heechul’s before he closes the gap and slips them together, the hand moves to cup the back of Heechul’s head. Heechul takes that as a ‘good luck’ and a ‘if something happens on the mission, I just...’
*
Hankyung’s face has blood all over one side and Heechul can see a deep cut in the side of his mouth, but Hankyung smiles with his eyes and he’s okay. He’s okay. Heechul’s lungs finally loosen and the knot in his heart unties.
that took way too long to write. although, rn, i'm planning on writing the kyuhyun/zhou mi ~back story, i'm not sure it will happen. but it might. dundundun. i'm sorry if there's still mistakes, but i beta'd this myself at 2 am and all because hazardpro is impatient >:[