Oneshot. Shihan
Title And You Know What Else?
Pairing Shihan...with a little bit of implied Hankyung/Ayumi. GNAH I couldn't help it.
Rating PG-13
Summary It's a well-known fact (or, maybe not so well-known) that Hankyung does not have a high tolerance level for alcohol. Crack warning. The Quix-laced kind.
Notes Because Hannie is just too cute.
and you know what else?
It's a well-known fact (or, maybe not so well-known) that Hankyung does not have a high tolerance level for alcohol. Heechul would always laugh and say that he just can't drink like the Koreans can, and, of course, by now, Hankyung would always be drunk, and he would pull Heechul's hair or otherwise start something like a male bitch-fight.
This is why, whenever Hankyung wants to go drinking, it's important that someone with a high (or, higher) tolerance level accompanies him, and, tonight, Shiwon volunteered himself (he liked to think that he was being very selfless for helping out his hyung, but really Hankyung was buying all the drinks, so he thought, "Why not?").
Shiwon discovered that Hankyung mumbled a lot when he was drunk, and it wasn't the sort of mumbling that was quiet, really. It was more like talking in a voice deeper than normal and slurring all the words together. Shiwon thought maybe it was time to go after a few shots of vodka and two bottles of Asahi (Hankyung liked those Japanese drafts, for some reason, and it confused Shiwon more than Kangin in a cow suit) that made Hankyung's cheek flush rather attractively--
No, not attractively. It was a manly sort of attraction, like seeing the other members of Super Junior in a photo spread and thinking, "Hey, we look good." Yes, manly. Shiwon sat up a little straighter and rolled his shoulders. He was manly.
After reaching into Hankyung's back pocket and fishing out the inebriated boy's wallet, Shiwon paid for the drinks and tried dragging Hankyung out the door of the bar by his elbow.
"One more bottle? Shi? A bottle?" Hankyung was mumbling, tripping over his feet and accidentally upsetting a chair. "Whoops. The chair fell over. Shi? A bottle?"
"I think you've had enough for tonight, hyung," Shiwon said quietly, trying to get away as quickly and discreetly as possible. Some of the girls by the bar had started to notice, and a few were even staring at them. Good thing Shiwon had his hood pulled up, because no one would notice that the one boy looked exactly like Hankyung of Super Junior and was referring to the other boy with a shortened version of 'Shiwon.'
"But, it's Asahi," the other boy whined. "Asahi. It's Japanese."
The door rang as they exited, and instantly the sting of cold air hit Shiwon's cheeks. He pulled his hood up tighter. Maybe he should have brought a scarf, at least, for Hankyung, as the older boy was dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans. Hankyung laughed. He had a nice sort of laugh. It made Shiwon want to be funny, sometimes, so that Hankyung would laugh again, but then Shiwon realized how absolutely unmanly that thought was. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, but the alcohol had rattled his brain a little, and it felt more like he was jostling marbles inside of his head. He pulled up the hood again. The shorter boy seemed to be fine.
"You know what else is Japanese?" Hankyung was saying. Shiwon led him in the general direction of the subway, wanting to get out of the cold air as quickly as possible.
"What?" he obliged.
"Ayumi!" Hankyung jumped suddenly, raising a fist in the air as if in triumph. "Well, okay, not really. But she's more Japanese than I am, definitely, because I'm quite Chinese, really, and you're Korean, although, for some reason, you can speak Chinese pretty well." He stopped and was yanked forward again. "Did I teach you?"
"Sometimes." They had now made it down the stairs (Hankyung almost knocked a lady carrying bags of groceries down the entire staircase, but Shiwon helped him avert the accident, pulling him into the wall).
The subway car doors opened and closed.
Shiwon sat his older friend down in one of the seats in the corner and held onto the bar above them for balance in the mildly crowded car. Hankyung was really a hassle when he was drunk. Suddenly the car lurched forward and Hankyung wrapped his arms around Shiwon's general crotch area for balance, even though he was seated. Shiwon blushed. He didn't let go when they had gotten used to the speed.
"Um, hyung? Could you maybe let go?"
Hankyung sighed and hummed a little, making the belt buckle on Shiwon's jeans vibrate a little. "You smell nice."
Shiwon made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak.
"You know what else is nice?" Hankyung's hands were smoothing out the wrinkles in Shiwon's shirt, and then one of his hands was touching his bare back, skin against skin. "You're really smooth, Shi. Do you use a special kind of soap?"
"No," Shiwon said, his voice about two octaves too high. Hankyung had turned his face toward Shiwon and now his hot breath was against Shiwon's stomach.
"Why don't we switch?" Shiwon said quickly. "My knees hurt." He yanked Hankyung up and took his seat, his face flushed behind the hood. Hankyung wobbled and fell into his lap. The woman opposite them rose and moved to another car, glaring. Hankyung giggled. He had a nice sort of giggle. It made Shiwon--
Wait. Manly, Shiwon thought. Manly.
Hankyung was saying something. Unfortunately, his mouth was right by Shiwon's neck so all the younger boy could focus on really was the hot breath and the moist lips, pink and wet and full, and--
Shiwon sqeaked again. Hankyung had straddled him.
"You're so cute. Why didn't I notice before? And, plus, I'm really horny right now."
Hankyung wasted no time in pressing their lips together and slipping his tongue into Shiwon's mouth. Shiwon moaned into him. It was a manly sort of moan, so maybe it was okay. A few more people moved away. Hankyung was cupping his cheeks and panting into his mouth, and it was all so very hot, and then quite suddenly Shiwon could feel cool air on his scalp. His hood had fallen off.
"It's Choi Shiwon!" a fangirl screeched. She whipped out her cellphone and took a picture. "With Hankyung! Why doesn't anyone know his last name?! It's Shiwon and Hankyung!" She screamed a bit more and people started to notice. Then, she fainted. Shiwon thought that maybe she was a little too excited. A few more fangirls, and even a few boys, had formed a circle around them, snapping quick pictures with their cellphones. Hankyung made a fobby peace sign and winked. Another girl fainted.
"Shouldn't we try to get away?" Shiwon asked, ever the voice of reason. Hankyung pulled up Shiwon's hood.
"ShiShi, I am so hammered right now," Hankyung said pleasantly, and then he blacked out against Shiwon's chest.
Shiwon grumbled.
He was never going drinking with Hankyung, again.
Well, okay, maybe a few more times.
end
[AN] DON'T KILL ME PLZKTHX.
comments and such appreciated.
-quix.
Pairing Shihan...with a little bit of implied Hankyung/Ayumi. GNAH I couldn't help it.
Rating PG-13
Summary It's a well-known fact (or, maybe not so well-known) that Hankyung does not have a high tolerance level for alcohol. Crack warning. The Quix-laced kind.
Notes Because Hannie is just too cute.
and you know what else?
It's a well-known fact (or, maybe not so well-known) that Hankyung does not have a high tolerance level for alcohol. Heechul would always laugh and say that he just can't drink like the Koreans can, and, of course, by now, Hankyung would always be drunk, and he would pull Heechul's hair or otherwise start something like a male bitch-fight.
This is why, whenever Hankyung wants to go drinking, it's important that someone with a high (or, higher) tolerance level accompanies him, and, tonight, Shiwon volunteered himself (he liked to think that he was being very selfless for helping out his hyung, but really Hankyung was buying all the drinks, so he thought, "Why not?").
Shiwon discovered that Hankyung mumbled a lot when he was drunk, and it wasn't the sort of mumbling that was quiet, really. It was more like talking in a voice deeper than normal and slurring all the words together. Shiwon thought maybe it was time to go after a few shots of vodka and two bottles of Asahi (Hankyung liked those Japanese drafts, for some reason, and it confused Shiwon more than Kangin in a cow suit) that made Hankyung's cheek flush rather attractively--
No, not attractively. It was a manly sort of attraction, like seeing the other members of Super Junior in a photo spread and thinking, "Hey, we look good." Yes, manly. Shiwon sat up a little straighter and rolled his shoulders. He was manly.
After reaching into Hankyung's back pocket and fishing out the inebriated boy's wallet, Shiwon paid for the drinks and tried dragging Hankyung out the door of the bar by his elbow.
"One more bottle? Shi? A bottle?" Hankyung was mumbling, tripping over his feet and accidentally upsetting a chair. "Whoops. The chair fell over. Shi? A bottle?"
"I think you've had enough for tonight, hyung," Shiwon said quietly, trying to get away as quickly and discreetly as possible. Some of the girls by the bar had started to notice, and a few were even staring at them. Good thing Shiwon had his hood pulled up, because no one would notice that the one boy looked exactly like Hankyung of Super Junior and was referring to the other boy with a shortened version of 'Shiwon.'
"But, it's Asahi," the other boy whined. "Asahi. It's Japanese."
The door rang as they exited, and instantly the sting of cold air hit Shiwon's cheeks. He pulled his hood up tighter. Maybe he should have brought a scarf, at least, for Hankyung, as the older boy was dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans. Hankyung laughed. He had a nice sort of laugh. It made Shiwon want to be funny, sometimes, so that Hankyung would laugh again, but then Shiwon realized how absolutely unmanly that thought was. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, but the alcohol had rattled his brain a little, and it felt more like he was jostling marbles inside of his head. He pulled up the hood again. The shorter boy seemed to be fine.
"You know what else is Japanese?" Hankyung was saying. Shiwon led him in the general direction of the subway, wanting to get out of the cold air as quickly as possible.
"What?" he obliged.
"Ayumi!" Hankyung jumped suddenly, raising a fist in the air as if in triumph. "Well, okay, not really. But she's more Japanese than I am, definitely, because I'm quite Chinese, really, and you're Korean, although, for some reason, you can speak Chinese pretty well." He stopped and was yanked forward again. "Did I teach you?"
"Sometimes." They had now made it down the stairs (Hankyung almost knocked a lady carrying bags of groceries down the entire staircase, but Shiwon helped him avert the accident, pulling him into the wall).
The subway car doors opened and closed.
Shiwon sat his older friend down in one of the seats in the corner and held onto the bar above them for balance in the mildly crowded car. Hankyung was really a hassle when he was drunk. Suddenly the car lurched forward and Hankyung wrapped his arms around Shiwon's general crotch area for balance, even though he was seated. Shiwon blushed. He didn't let go when they had gotten used to the speed.
"Um, hyung? Could you maybe let go?"
Hankyung sighed and hummed a little, making the belt buckle on Shiwon's jeans vibrate a little. "You smell nice."
Shiwon made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak.
"You know what else is nice?" Hankyung's hands were smoothing out the wrinkles in Shiwon's shirt, and then one of his hands was touching his bare back, skin against skin. "You're really smooth, Shi. Do you use a special kind of soap?"
"No," Shiwon said, his voice about two octaves too high. Hankyung had turned his face toward Shiwon and now his hot breath was against Shiwon's stomach.
"Why don't we switch?" Shiwon said quickly. "My knees hurt." He yanked Hankyung up and took his seat, his face flushed behind the hood. Hankyung wobbled and fell into his lap. The woman opposite them rose and moved to another car, glaring. Hankyung giggled. He had a nice sort of giggle. It made Shiwon--
Wait. Manly, Shiwon thought. Manly.
Hankyung was saying something. Unfortunately, his mouth was right by Shiwon's neck so all the younger boy could focus on really was the hot breath and the moist lips, pink and wet and full, and--
Shiwon sqeaked again. Hankyung had straddled him.
"You're so cute. Why didn't I notice before? And, plus, I'm really horny right now."
Hankyung wasted no time in pressing their lips together and slipping his tongue into Shiwon's mouth. Shiwon moaned into him. It was a manly sort of moan, so maybe it was okay. A few more people moved away. Hankyung was cupping his cheeks and panting into his mouth, and it was all so very hot, and then quite suddenly Shiwon could feel cool air on his scalp. His hood had fallen off.
"It's Choi Shiwon!" a fangirl screeched. She whipped out her cellphone and took a picture. "With Hankyung! Why doesn't anyone know his last name?! It's Shiwon and Hankyung!" She screamed a bit more and people started to notice. Then, she fainted. Shiwon thought that maybe she was a little too excited. A few more fangirls, and even a few boys, had formed a circle around them, snapping quick pictures with their cellphones. Hankyung made a fobby peace sign and winked. Another girl fainted.
"Shouldn't we try to get away?" Shiwon asked, ever the voice of reason. Hankyung pulled up Shiwon's hood.
"ShiShi, I am so hammered right now," Hankyung said pleasantly, and then he blacked out against Shiwon's chest.
Shiwon grumbled.
He was never going drinking with Hankyung, again.
Well, okay, maybe a few more times.
end
[AN] DON'T KILL ME PLZKTHX.
comments and such appreciated.
-quix.