Shihanday drabble challenge, Week 2
Week 2! Just one more week to go. :D
Title: Week Two (of the month long shihanaday drabble a day self challenge)
Pairing: Shihan
Rating: PG/R
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Genre: Mostly fluff or fluffy crack, and one AU
A/N: As with last week, all drabbles are based on the pictures. This set starts from June 17th - 153
153 - In the Background
Kangin’s boisterous laughter was like a one track song looping continuously in the background.
Later, when the pictures got developed and were around among the thirteen members, everyone would point out the presence of Kangin’s open mouth in the background of nearly every picture.
He would scoffingly insist that he was obviously in the middle of an over-brainy philosophical thesis that they, as mere entertainers and plebeians wouldn’t have been able to comprehend. That’s why it just looked like he was laughing in all the pictures when the truth was so obviously the opposite of that.
Then someone else would pipe up and ask, “Oh yeah? Then why is Ryeowook laughing in the background too?” Kangin would then lunge over and wrestle that naysayer to the ground in a tangle of limbs and the sounds of laughter he had previously claimed were the brainchild of pure philosophical thought.
But that would be later.
For now, Hankyung was just more than happy to settle into Siwon’s arms, a place that was starting to feel more and more like home.
***
154 - Reach Around
For a diversionary tactic, it wasn’t very diversionary.
First, it was the “Oh hyung, you got something in your hair,” and with Hankyung’s head bent in front of him, Siwon would rest his head gently against it before searching diligently for the pretend dust mite that wasn’t there.
Then, it was, “Oh hyung, there’s something on the back of your jacket,” and he would reach out across the stage, looking not unlike an accordion, stretching out his black and white striped shirt as he brushed off some invisible dust from Hankyung’s neck.
Following that, it was, “Oh hyung, you got something on your pants.”
“And you got something in yours.” Hankyung idly commented back, raising an eyebrow and directing his reach and attention back to Siwon’s crotch.
***
155 - Beyond Contracts
In Korea, they have something called skinship.
When Hangeng spots these strangely unfamiliar Chinese characters bunched together, he asks the Korean lawyer sitting across from him what it means. The lawyer huffs as she nudges the square frame of her glasses higher up on her face, as she quietly curses this stupid providence, this stupid country and her stupid company for sending her here.
She fakes a smile and says that it’s simply a term to categories the simple display of companionship among band members. She then pushes the contract closer to Hangeng.
But, what exactly does that mean? Hangeng asks, pen hesitating above the line that asks him to sign his life away.
“Look,” she finally says, exasperated and losing that syrupy tone she used when she politely declined everything his family had offered her. “Do you want to debut or not? There are probably lots of other people I can go to with this contract who don’t ask questions.” She sits back and smiles, the same strained smile she gave when she commented under her breath about what a stink hole this place was.
Hangeng’s eyes skimmed over the lines of neatly printed characters that systematically listed the Korean language lessons he would have to take in addition to his vocal and dance training. He did not think of the billions fans screaming his name, the television appearances, nor the rich amenities that came with being famous. Instead, for Hangeng, he thought about the hole in his roof, the double shifts his mother worked, and the better life he could provide both for her and himself. Then, he signed his name on the dotted line.
And so, just like that, Hangeng became Hankyung, a Chinese import in a Korean world.
***
It turns out that in Korean, skinship means having other people’s limbs seared onto you. Or having your limbs seared into someone else, depending on how aggressive you were on that front.
Hankyung accepted the friendly and at times not so friendly advances turned toward him with the practice ease of a seasoned professional, but rarely did he ever initiate it back.
Sometimes, the frequency that the others used to show their open affection startled him, his measure of skinship skewed from living with Heechul and Kibum, two people at the opposite end of the spectrum on this, in the early years.
That’s why when Siwon made a grab for his elbow so many years later, under the bright lights of the stage and in pressing gaze of front of hundreds and thousands of screaming fans, he couldn’t stop his body from instinctively tensing up.
He knew he grimaced, creating an unflattering image both for the cameras and the public image of his group, but it wasn’t like something he could control.
Siwon’s fingers were light on the ramrod stiffness of Hankyung’s arm, stilling his movements until slowly, notch by notch, Hankyung was able to relax and they continued on with the rest of their show, acting like nothing was wrong.
Backstage, as Hankyung approached Siwon, an apology forming on the cusp of his lips, Siwon just gave him an easy smile in response and effectively cut Hankyung off before he could even begin to explain.
“It’s okay, hyung. You’ll get used to it, just like you got used to everything else here!” Siwon declared, his happiness coloring his words as he grabbed Hankyung in an easy one armed hug.
***
156 - Best Left Unsaid
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees purple.
Actually, if he thinks about it, the saying should be "he sees red", but they had chosen to drape themselves in lines of purple satin, so purple is the color he spots out of the corner of his eye.
Hangeng never really minded when people invaded his personal space, and even if he did, the idea had to be quickly discarded when they placed him in Super Junior. But, there was a noticeable difference between 12 boys breathing down his neck with one over his shoulder and one peering under his arm whining, “Hannnie are you done yeeeeeeet,” and someone he didn’t even know inching ever closer to him.
“Hannie…Hannie, that’s a little too tight,” Siwon says, his face set in a slight frown of pain as he tries clenching and unclenching his hand.
“Ah, sorry, sorry,” Hangeng is quick to reply, hurriedly pulling the gloves back a bit so Siwon’s fingers aren’t so forced up against the fabric.
Siwon leans into him as Hangeng fusses with his gloves. “I asked for your help putting them on,” Siwon says, chuckling low in his throat, “Not to make them as tight as you felt the first time I entered you.”
His low voice tickles against Hangeng’s ear and Hangeng tries to concentrate on finishing the task before the hosts could come by and bring unnecessary attention to his flushed features.
Later, upon returning to the hotel, Siwon finds himself staring at the closed door in front of him.
“Sorry,” Hangeng’s voice lilts from inside. “The door seems to be as tight as I was when you announced the exploit of our sex lives earlier today. Try again tomorrow!”
Siwon wisely tucks the gloves back into his pocket and wandered down the hall to ask Ryeowook if he could room with him tonight.
***
157 - Diplomatic Power (Which wings_strength9 practically wrote, I just filled in the details. xD)
“Can I kiss you?” Siwon whispered, his desire a near palpable thing and his hands trembling as he laid them on the warm security of Hangeng’s shoulders.
Though his touch was as soft and gentle as the first falling snowflakes of winter, Hangeng’s long tapered fingers felt hot as he stroked a sinful line of desire, lifting Siwon’s face up.
“You may…” Hangeng breathed out, the delicate pink edges of his tongue running over his slightly chapped lips. He lifted his finger to Siwon’s lips, barely holding his inner thoughts in check as Siwon’s tongue, always quick to obey, sucked it in, coating the finger in slight moisture.
“…not,” Hangeng said as he pulled away, smirking as he used the finger that had been so eagerly licked for him towards Siwon.
Damnit! Denied again. Siwon hated China.
***
158 - Subtly
He was completely and utterly lost.
Siwon smiled as he made his inexplicably slow way towards him, one hand buried deep in his pocket and the other rubbing over the crest of his eyebrow.
There was no particular reason why Siwon had to rush. What was the guy going to do? Get more lost as he stared helplessly into his map that had gone soft in the middle from the multiple fold-ins and outs?
“Ah, excuse me,” Siwon asked, taking his hand out of his pocket, and the very picture of pique curiosity and mild neighborly concern as a pair of deep brown eyes peeked out at him over the drooping edges of his map.
“Are you perhaps lost?” Siwon continued, his Chinese nearly flawless, having noticed what language the map was printed in.
“Yes!” The man exclaimed, momentarily taken aback at his own fervor. “I mean,” he coughed, slightly embarrassed, “Yes, I am lost. How did you know?”
Siwon merely smiled, taking extra care to make sure his dimples, the same ones that made mothers trust him with their newborn children, and was rumored to be able to stun strangers at fifty feet, were showing.
Those were just idle rumors anyway. It was really set to stun at sixty-five feet and three inches.
Siwon did not mention this fact, however, just as he chose not to mention he had been - stalking is such a ugly word - quietly performing recon work on this hunk of man meat ever since he had laid eyes on him two hours ago.
“Just a lucky guess,” Siwon replied, leaning closer to the other man to find out where he was headed.
“Oh, you’re trying to get to that street?” Siwon stated, lilting his voice up at the last couple of words so it came out more as a question, coming off as every inch the helpful native helping out the poor lost tourist.
“You see that road over there?” He asked, eating up all the personal space that no longer existed between him and the stranger. He placed himself close enough that when the other man exhaled, it washed against his face like softly crashing ocean waves.
“You want to take a left there, then a right on the third intersection. Actually, it’s kind of complicated, would you like me to accompany you there?” Siwon concluded, his eyebrows raised to a high enough degree they almost could brush against his hairline as he mimicked a stance of sincerity that just oozed out good faith.
“Ah, thank you,” the other replied, his Korean so fast and fluent that there was no mistaking which country he had lived in for a good majority of his life. “But I think taking a left through the park would be faster, wouldn’t it? Thank you for your help anyway,” he said, smiling as he snapped his map closed.
“By the way, if you wanted my number, all you had to do was ask, not follow me for two hours. But I appreciate the compliment,” he said, goosing Siwon as he walked away.
***
159 - Centripetal Force
“Uruag. I feel sick. I want to throw up.” Siwon moaned out miserably, too nauseous to even notice that today’s outfit looked considerably like the one the Kingkas wore in Love Letter in that game where they had to toss each other out of the ring. If he was too debilitated for that, even trying to remember the name of the game was completely beyond his abilities at this point.
“There, there,” Hangeng said, stroking his back in comforting circles. “Now what did we learn from this?” he asked.
“That playing ‘who can keep the most alcohol in’ while spinning in a chair with Donghae is not a good idea at any time of the day, but is especially worse at 2 AM when the group has to make an appearance the next day,” Siwon groaned out pitifully.
“That’s right,” Hangeng agreed, resisting the urge to add in, “I told you so.”
“And while the invisible fans over there enjoy you waving to them, I’m sure our real flesh and blood fans would enjoy it even more,” he said catching him around the middle as Siwon continued to wave fervently to all the invisible fans to their left.
Title: Week Two (of the month long shihanaday drabble a day self challenge)
Pairing: Shihan
Rating: PG/R
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Genre: Mostly fluff or fluffy crack, and one AU
A/N: As with last week, all drabbles are based on the pictures. This set starts from June 17th - 153
153 - In the Background
Kangin’s boisterous laughter was like a one track song looping continuously in the background.
Later, when the pictures got developed and were around among the thirteen members, everyone would point out the presence of Kangin’s open mouth in the background of nearly every picture.
He would scoffingly insist that he was obviously in the middle of an over-brainy philosophical thesis that they, as mere entertainers and plebeians wouldn’t have been able to comprehend. That’s why it just looked like he was laughing in all the pictures when the truth was so obviously the opposite of that.
Then someone else would pipe up and ask, “Oh yeah? Then why is Ryeowook laughing in the background too?” Kangin would then lunge over and wrestle that naysayer to the ground in a tangle of limbs and the sounds of laughter he had previously claimed were the brainchild of pure philosophical thought.
But that would be later.
For now, Hankyung was just more than happy to settle into Siwon’s arms, a place that was starting to feel more and more like home.
***
154 - Reach Around
For a diversionary tactic, it wasn’t very diversionary.
First, it was the “Oh hyung, you got something in your hair,” and with Hankyung’s head bent in front of him, Siwon would rest his head gently against it before searching diligently for the pretend dust mite that wasn’t there.
Then, it was, “Oh hyung, there’s something on the back of your jacket,” and he would reach out across the stage, looking not unlike an accordion, stretching out his black and white striped shirt as he brushed off some invisible dust from Hankyung’s neck.
Following that, it was, “Oh hyung, you got something on your pants.”
“And you got something in yours.” Hankyung idly commented back, raising an eyebrow and directing his reach and attention back to Siwon’s crotch.
***
155 - Beyond Contracts
In Korea, they have something called skinship.
When Hangeng spots these strangely unfamiliar Chinese characters bunched together, he asks the Korean lawyer sitting across from him what it means. The lawyer huffs as she nudges the square frame of her glasses higher up on her face, as she quietly curses this stupid providence, this stupid country and her stupid company for sending her here.
She fakes a smile and says that it’s simply a term to categories the simple display of companionship among band members. She then pushes the contract closer to Hangeng.
But, what exactly does that mean? Hangeng asks, pen hesitating above the line that asks him to sign his life away.
“Look,” she finally says, exasperated and losing that syrupy tone she used when she politely declined everything his family had offered her. “Do you want to debut or not? There are probably lots of other people I can go to with this contract who don’t ask questions.” She sits back and smiles, the same strained smile she gave when she commented under her breath about what a stink hole this place was.
Hangeng’s eyes skimmed over the lines of neatly printed characters that systematically listed the Korean language lessons he would have to take in addition to his vocal and dance training. He did not think of the billions fans screaming his name, the television appearances, nor the rich amenities that came with being famous. Instead, for Hangeng, he thought about the hole in his roof, the double shifts his mother worked, and the better life he could provide both for her and himself. Then, he signed his name on the dotted line.
And so, just like that, Hangeng became Hankyung, a Chinese import in a Korean world.
***
It turns out that in Korean, skinship means having other people’s limbs seared onto you. Or having your limbs seared into someone else, depending on how aggressive you were on that front.
Hankyung accepted the friendly and at times not so friendly advances turned toward him with the practice ease of a seasoned professional, but rarely did he ever initiate it back.
Sometimes, the frequency that the others used to show their open affection startled him, his measure of skinship skewed from living with Heechul and Kibum, two people at the opposite end of the spectrum on this, in the early years.
That’s why when Siwon made a grab for his elbow so many years later, under the bright lights of the stage and in pressing gaze of front of hundreds and thousands of screaming fans, he couldn’t stop his body from instinctively tensing up.
He knew he grimaced, creating an unflattering image both for the cameras and the public image of his group, but it wasn’t like something he could control.
Siwon’s fingers were light on the ramrod stiffness of Hankyung’s arm, stilling his movements until slowly, notch by notch, Hankyung was able to relax and they continued on with the rest of their show, acting like nothing was wrong.
Backstage, as Hankyung approached Siwon, an apology forming on the cusp of his lips, Siwon just gave him an easy smile in response and effectively cut Hankyung off before he could even begin to explain.
“It’s okay, hyung. You’ll get used to it, just like you got used to everything else here!” Siwon declared, his happiness coloring his words as he grabbed Hankyung in an easy one armed hug.
***
156 - Best Left Unsaid
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees purple.
Actually, if he thinks about it, the saying should be "he sees red", but they had chosen to drape themselves in lines of purple satin, so purple is the color he spots out of the corner of his eye.
Hangeng never really minded when people invaded his personal space, and even if he did, the idea had to be quickly discarded when they placed him in Super Junior. But, there was a noticeable difference between 12 boys breathing down his neck with one over his shoulder and one peering under his arm whining, “Hannnie are you done yeeeeeeet,” and someone he didn’t even know inching ever closer to him.
“Hannie…Hannie, that’s a little too tight,” Siwon says, his face set in a slight frown of pain as he tries clenching and unclenching his hand.
“Ah, sorry, sorry,” Hangeng is quick to reply, hurriedly pulling the gloves back a bit so Siwon’s fingers aren’t so forced up against the fabric.
Siwon leans into him as Hangeng fusses with his gloves. “I asked for your help putting them on,” Siwon says, chuckling low in his throat, “Not to make them as tight as you felt the first time I entered you.”
His low voice tickles against Hangeng’s ear and Hangeng tries to concentrate on finishing the task before the hosts could come by and bring unnecessary attention to his flushed features.
Later, upon returning to the hotel, Siwon finds himself staring at the closed door in front of him.
“Sorry,” Hangeng’s voice lilts from inside. “The door seems to be as tight as I was when you announced the exploit of our sex lives earlier today. Try again tomorrow!”
Siwon wisely tucks the gloves back into his pocket and wandered down the hall to ask Ryeowook if he could room with him tonight.
***
157 - Diplomatic Power (Which wings_strength9 practically wrote, I just filled in the details. xD)
“Can I kiss you?” Siwon whispered, his desire a near palpable thing and his hands trembling as he laid them on the warm security of Hangeng’s shoulders.
Though his touch was as soft and gentle as the first falling snowflakes of winter, Hangeng’s long tapered fingers felt hot as he stroked a sinful line of desire, lifting Siwon’s face up.
“You may…” Hangeng breathed out, the delicate pink edges of his tongue running over his slightly chapped lips. He lifted his finger to Siwon’s lips, barely holding his inner thoughts in check as Siwon’s tongue, always quick to obey, sucked it in, coating the finger in slight moisture.
“…not,” Hangeng said as he pulled away, smirking as he used the finger that had been so eagerly licked for him towards Siwon.
Damnit! Denied again. Siwon hated China.
***
158 - Subtly
He was completely and utterly lost.
Siwon smiled as he made his inexplicably slow way towards him, one hand buried deep in his pocket and the other rubbing over the crest of his eyebrow.
There was no particular reason why Siwon had to rush. What was the guy going to do? Get more lost as he stared helplessly into his map that had gone soft in the middle from the multiple fold-ins and outs?
“Ah, excuse me,” Siwon asked, taking his hand out of his pocket, and the very picture of pique curiosity and mild neighborly concern as a pair of deep brown eyes peeked out at him over the drooping edges of his map.
“Are you perhaps lost?” Siwon continued, his Chinese nearly flawless, having noticed what language the map was printed in.
“Yes!” The man exclaimed, momentarily taken aback at his own fervor. “I mean,” he coughed, slightly embarrassed, “Yes, I am lost. How did you know?”
Siwon merely smiled, taking extra care to make sure his dimples, the same ones that made mothers trust him with their newborn children, and was rumored to be able to stun strangers at fifty feet, were showing.
Those were just idle rumors anyway. It was really set to stun at sixty-five feet and three inches.
Siwon did not mention this fact, however, just as he chose not to mention he had been - stalking is such a ugly word - quietly performing recon work on this hunk of man meat ever since he had laid eyes on him two hours ago.
“Just a lucky guess,” Siwon replied, leaning closer to the other man to find out where he was headed.
“Oh, you’re trying to get to that street?” Siwon stated, lilting his voice up at the last couple of words so it came out more as a question, coming off as every inch the helpful native helping out the poor lost tourist.
“You see that road over there?” He asked, eating up all the personal space that no longer existed between him and the stranger. He placed himself close enough that when the other man exhaled, it washed against his face like softly crashing ocean waves.
“You want to take a left there, then a right on the third intersection. Actually, it’s kind of complicated, would you like me to accompany you there?” Siwon concluded, his eyebrows raised to a high enough degree they almost could brush against his hairline as he mimicked a stance of sincerity that just oozed out good faith.
“Ah, thank you,” the other replied, his Korean so fast and fluent that there was no mistaking which country he had lived in for a good majority of his life. “But I think taking a left through the park would be faster, wouldn’t it? Thank you for your help anyway,” he said, smiling as he snapped his map closed.
“By the way, if you wanted my number, all you had to do was ask, not follow me for two hours. But I appreciate the compliment,” he said, goosing Siwon as he walked away.
***
159 - Centripetal Force
“Uruag. I feel sick. I want to throw up.” Siwon moaned out miserably, too nauseous to even notice that today’s outfit looked considerably like the one the Kingkas wore in Love Letter in that game where they had to toss each other out of the ring. If he was too debilitated for that, even trying to remember the name of the game was completely beyond his abilities at this point.
“There, there,” Hangeng said, stroking his back in comforting circles. “Now what did we learn from this?” he asked.
“That playing ‘who can keep the most alcohol in’ while spinning in a chair with Donghae is not a good idea at any time of the day, but is especially worse at 2 AM when the group has to make an appearance the next day,” Siwon groaned out pitifully.
“That’s right,” Hangeng agreed, resisting the urge to add in, “I told you so.”
“And while the invisible fans over there enjoy you waving to them, I’m sure our real flesh and blood fans would enjoy it even more,” he said catching him around the middle as Siwon continued to wave fervently to all the invisible fans to their left.