[fic] #8 Locket - Heechul/Sungmin
Title: 008. Locket
Rating: G
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin. I've heard this pairing called Cinnamin. That is so cute, wth. Although they strike me as an emo pair, ideky. Ninja!ShiHanChul because somehow my OT3 likes to sneak into all my fics *sweatdrop*
Archive: 017/100
Notes: Sungmin wonders about Heechul. Written in 2nd person. Based on the Chunji Radio 3-14 where Heechul just kills you with his awesomeness.
You wonder, quietly and to yourself, why Heechul doesn't sing like that all the time. Most of the time he's belting out tunes at the top of his lungs in voices that imitate others but never as himself. Most of the time he's screaming until your head hurts more than your ears.
You see his shy smile and feel as if you're melting inside because it's cute and if Heechul knew you just thought of him as cute he'd probably kill you in your sleep or make Shiwon do it for him. Or worse, have Hankyung never cook for you again. There's pride in Heechul's eyes, and a bit of arrogance as well, as he watches the studio praise his singing and no one compliments your guitar skills because it's expected. You're expected to be perfect. He's expected to be Heechul.
He keeps things from people. Secrets that he throws into people's faces in times like these when he can smirk and say 'yeah, I'm not only a pretty face.' There are other things though, things he keeps close to his chest. He believes in personal space like everyone else, sometimes even more so.
You find him after the recording, alone in a room with his bags and his fingers fiddling with a locket he never wears when on camera. In fact, you're sure you've never seen him wear it before and he grins that half-grin of his as he tells you it's none of your business. As always. Heechul never did like you.
You know he can be a right ass when he wants to be and a bigger bitch than half of the girls you know, but you can't help but be curious and press for more answers. He's a hyung and you are a dongsaeng, so you can't very well demand him to let you see, but you still do it because you were never one to conform to societies rules. He throws an insult at you and you wonder why you're not offended. You think it's probably because you're immune to it already.
But you're as patient as you are sneaky and wait until a stylist noona calls him away to grab the chain off his boy-purse and crack it open, excited to see inside. To see the secrets that make up Heechul, the one hyung you can't seem to figure out.
You smile excitedly as it opens easily in your hand, two halves of a whole joined together by a flimsy metal joint and the smile fades when you realize what's in it.
Nothing.
It's empty and you can't help but feel rather disappointed. You're not sure what you expected, but you knew you had hoped it was something important. It's not because there's nothing in here. Not even a picture or a small piece of hair because you secretly thought, out of all your members, that he'd be the stalker type. After Ryeowook, that is. And Yehsung.
It's the fact that he kept it secret and there wasn't anything in there to keep a secret that hurts you the most. Heechul doesn't like you enough to even let you in this much and you don't hear anything but your own self-pity so it's unexpected when he grabs the locket from you and slaps you hard across the face.
He yells at you--screams and you can only think about the empty locket and the empty threats and the empty voice that comes from an empty heart. Everything about Heechul is screaming empty as you yell back, because your cheek hurts and it's not as if you were going to keep it. It's just a stupid locket and you were curious and it's his fault for keeping it from you.
He quiets down after a long shouting match about dongsaengs and privacy and all the things you already knew. His eyes are directed down onto the locket and you realized that you're mistaken. It wasn't empty. Nothing about Heechul is as you realize that the expression he's wearing isn't an expression of emptiness. Instead it's full. Full of something that you can't quiet put a name to, but you're sure that the closest thing to it would have to be loneliness.
You call out to him, but he ignores you, storming off to find a place away from you and your stupidness and disrespect towards hyungs. It's his words, but you feel them and agree with them. It was stupid for you to think that the locket was empty or that Heechul himself was empty.
You wish, quietly and to yourself as you watch the door fall shut behind him, that you could do something for that loneliness. That you could be the filling for the gaping hole that you see through his heart. But you know that's impossible, because there was no way he would look twice at you.
Rating: G
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin. I've heard this pairing called Cinnamin. That is so cute, wth. Although they strike me as an emo pair, ideky. Ninja!ShiHanChul because somehow my OT3 likes to sneak into all my fics *sweatdrop*
Archive: 017/100
Notes: Sungmin wonders about Heechul. Written in 2nd person. Based on the Chunji Radio 3-14 where Heechul just kills you with his awesomeness.
You wonder, quietly and to yourself, why Heechul doesn't sing like that all the time. Most of the time he's belting out tunes at the top of his lungs in voices that imitate others but never as himself. Most of the time he's screaming until your head hurts more than your ears.
You see his shy smile and feel as if you're melting inside because it's cute and if Heechul knew you just thought of him as cute he'd probably kill you in your sleep or make Shiwon do it for him. Or worse, have Hankyung never cook for you again. There's pride in Heechul's eyes, and a bit of arrogance as well, as he watches the studio praise his singing and no one compliments your guitar skills because it's expected. You're expected to be perfect. He's expected to be Heechul.
He keeps things from people. Secrets that he throws into people's faces in times like these when he can smirk and say 'yeah, I'm not only a pretty face.' There are other things though, things he keeps close to his chest. He believes in personal space like everyone else, sometimes even more so.
You find him after the recording, alone in a room with his bags and his fingers fiddling with a locket he never wears when on camera. In fact, you're sure you've never seen him wear it before and he grins that half-grin of his as he tells you it's none of your business. As always. Heechul never did like you.
You know he can be a right ass when he wants to be and a bigger bitch than half of the girls you know, but you can't help but be curious and press for more answers. He's a hyung and you are a dongsaeng, so you can't very well demand him to let you see, but you still do it because you were never one to conform to societies rules. He throws an insult at you and you wonder why you're not offended. You think it's probably because you're immune to it already.
But you're as patient as you are sneaky and wait until a stylist noona calls him away to grab the chain off his boy-purse and crack it open, excited to see inside. To see the secrets that make up Heechul, the one hyung you can't seem to figure out.
You smile excitedly as it opens easily in your hand, two halves of a whole joined together by a flimsy metal joint and the smile fades when you realize what's in it.
Nothing.
It's empty and you can't help but feel rather disappointed. You're not sure what you expected, but you knew you had hoped it was something important. It's not because there's nothing in here. Not even a picture or a small piece of hair because you secretly thought, out of all your members, that he'd be the stalker type. After Ryeowook, that is. And Yehsung.
It's the fact that he kept it secret and there wasn't anything in there to keep a secret that hurts you the most. Heechul doesn't like you enough to even let you in this much and you don't hear anything but your own self-pity so it's unexpected when he grabs the locket from you and slaps you hard across the face.
He yells at you--screams and you can only think about the empty locket and the empty threats and the empty voice that comes from an empty heart. Everything about Heechul is screaming empty as you yell back, because your cheek hurts and it's not as if you were going to keep it. It's just a stupid locket and you were curious and it's his fault for keeping it from you.
He quiets down after a long shouting match about dongsaengs and privacy and all the things you already knew. His eyes are directed down onto the locket and you realized that you're mistaken. It wasn't empty. Nothing about Heechul is as you realize that the expression he's wearing isn't an expression of emptiness. Instead it's full. Full of something that you can't quiet put a name to, but you're sure that the closest thing to it would have to be loneliness.
You call out to him, but he ignores you, storming off to find a place away from you and your stupidness and disrespect towards hyungs. It's his words, but you feel them and agree with them. It was stupid for you to think that the locket was empty or that Heechul himself was empty.
You wish, quietly and to yourself as you watch the door fall shut behind him, that you could do something for that loneliness. That you could be the filling for the gaping hole that you see through his heart. But you know that's impossible, because there was no way he would look twice at you.