Fic: Twenty Five Years and still Learning
Title: Twenty five years and still learning
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: +13
Summary: He toasts to Heechul.
Notes: For black_goose. Like always. :\ ... :D
black_goose: I just, idk. I like writing Heechul with kids, but I would never write him with kids, if you see what I mean.
kayevelyn: You make me wanna fic Hanchul where Heechul tries to explain this concept to Hankyung. >.>
black_goose: ...do this. right now :D
My initial intent was for this to be crack and humor… but it sorta dissolved into “OMG HANCHUL IS TOTALLY MARRIED FOREVER LET’S WRITE OLD MARRIED COUPLE FLUFF WITH A DASH OF SMUFF!”
They are at Heejin’s daughter’s seventh birthday. The little girl, a spitting image of her mother, is prancing around the table sporting the new dress that Uncle Heechul bought her. She is proud as everything, and unable to notice the mess of cake and decorations she is making as she shows off the new ballet slippers along with the dress.
Hankyung has long been a fixture in the family. Though never formally introduced passed being Heechul’s band mate, no one in Heechul’s family is that dense. Not even to mistake them for being best friends.
Jay and Yunho are the best friend. The ones who come by occasionally, bringing varying amounts of alcohol and laughter with they because the grandparents love them more than they love either of their grandchildren.
But Hankyung is so much more. He’s the one who went to Grandfather Kim’s funeral and paid respects in Heechul’s place when the other boy was stuck in Japan and unable to get there because the producers for his television show couldn’t spare him. Hankyung is the reason Heechul occasionally spurts out Chinese commands over dinner, and why Heechul lives in a two-bedroom apartment above a dance studio in Seoul, instead of a house in Busan like he always wanted.
The family is very aware of this.
Little Sangmi comes rushing over to Hankyung and he lifts her up, placing her on his lap. Heechul spoon feeds her ice cream and cake, most of which gets on Sangmi’s cheeks but never on her dress. Soon Sangmi manages to badger Heechul into feeding Hankyung as well, and it all finally dissolves into a gooey, laugh filled mess that Heejin captures on film.
Hankyung helps clean up. The battle of cleaning being the job of a woman and something the host does dissolved long ago because Hankyung is just so sincere and maybe due to Heechul’s loud proclamation many Chuesoks ago that there was no point in turning away a willing servant.
Heechul plays with Sangmi and her little brother Seunmi. It’s a bizarre form of tag that makes Heechul look twenty five years younger, which is impressive since that would make him 12, and ends in him jumping on the couch, all three of them screaming at the top of their lungs as they clap their hands to old trot music someone has pulled out in hopes of covering their shouting.
Hankyung watches from the sides, arms crossed until Heechul’s father passes him soju. “To dull away the headache,” he says with a nod to Heechul and the two kids, laughing and patting Hankyung’s shoulder before walking back to the table where the adults are talking and breaking out board games. Hankyung cheers his cup at the man, a smile on his face. He turns back to Heechul, who is twirling both kids around. It’s a strength not displayed often, but Hankyung knows it is there.
Heechul catches Hankyung’s eye for a moment while he has Seunmi in the midst of a piggyback ride and the smile on both of their faces matches how Hankyung feels.
He toasts to Heechul.
Heechul laughs and goes back to playing with the birthday girl and her brother.
They are spending the night at Heechul’s parents’ house. They could have driven back, but Hankyung doesn’t have a class to teach and Heechul says he wants to get drunk with his brother-in-law but Hankyung knows he just likes the breakfasts that his mother and Hankyung make together. They stay in Heechul’s old room, which Hankyung thinks they finally stumble into at two o’clock in the morning. Heejin’s husband can drink both of them shot for shot.
Heechul is giggling into Hankyung’s neck as they try to get to the bed. Hankyung barely manages to keep himself up, much less Heechul, but somehow they make it without either falling on their asses.
Hankyung wakes up early. He isn’t sure why. It’s not Heechul, that’s for sure. The other man is still asleep, stretched out all over him just like when they first started sharing a bed all those years ago. The pounding in his head isn’t the cause either, and so Hankyung just takes it for what it is, him waking up early, and tries to settle himself into a more comfortable position. It’s easy enough, even with Heechul’s elbows digging into his stomach as some kind of unconscious retribution for moving.
Hankyung ends up with his arm wrapped around Heechul, cradling him to his shoulder. He presses a kiss to Heechul’s forehead which makes the other man crinkle up his nose. Hankyung lazily watches as Heechul slowly wakes up, eyes blinking. When they settle on the digital clock on the bedside Heechul slaps Hankyung’s chest lightly, burrowing into the pillows.
“I hate you.”
Hankyung laughs and kisses Heechul’s neck. “Morning.”
Heechul looks up with a glare, but then his expression morphs and he presses a kiss to Hankyung’s mouth. Even with the morning breath that is mingled with the soju from last night Hankyung still likes the taste of Heechul’s mouth because it’s real. He’s unsure if that makes him a sap or not, but since he’s unwilling to tell Heechul he assumes it does.
Heechul rolls on top of him, kisses lingering down his neck leisurely. No one is awake yet. Hankyung holds onto Heechul’s hips, rocking him slowly as he tries to get another kiss from his lover. Heechul is amorous this morning so he complies without complaint.
Little feet patter down the hallway unexpectedly and that makes Heechul roll off Hankyung with a laugh.
“Stupid kids.” Heechul mutters, throwing the covers back over them as he curls into Hankyung. “Such morning birds. Shouldn’t they be sleeping or something?”
Hankyung laughs and cups Heechul’s cheek. He kisses him before Heechul can protest. “I thought you liked kids.”
“Of course I like kids. Doesn’t mean I like them.” Heechul laughs brazenly at Hankyung’s look, head tossed back for full effect.
Hankyung just sighs and his mind thinks back to yesterday. To Heechul sending Sangmi and Seunmi off to bed, and sneaking them an extra candy before hand, just to see their eyes light up. He’s thinking about this even as he’s biting down Heechul’s neck and over his collarbone.
“But do you want them?” The thought is out of his mouth before it’s fully formed.
Heechul pauses. He lifts Hankyung’s head up. “In my life?”
“Yes.” Hankyung isn’t sure what to make of Heechul’s expression.
The expression shifts and then Heechul is kissing his jaw. “I want them in my life, but I don’t want them in my life.”
Hankyung blinks. He isn’t sure he’s confused by what Heechul just said or if it’s the thin fingers that are working circles on his sides. “I think you’re using too complicated Korean for me to understand.”
Heechul huffs out a breath and kisses Hankyung. “You’ve been Korean for how many years now? Fifteen?”
“Not Korean.” Hankyung mutters but he’s shut up again when Heechul presses another kiss to his lips. When Heechul pulls away Hankyung looks deep into his eyes.
“Why are you asking this? Thinking about children now?” Heechul doesn’t seem mad, or even upset. Just. Thoughtful.
“Yesterday. With Sangmi and Seunmi. You are good with children. You'd make a good father.”
“Just because I’m good with children doesn’t mean I want them.” Heechul points out.
“But you seem to like them.” Hankyung feels like he’s pressing something that doesn’t need to be pressed. In all their years together they never broached this topic, not even when all their friends started bringing kids along to meet-ups and the like. “I, just thought it might have been a desire of yours.”
“That I never shared with you?” Heechul grins, and it makes Hankyung weary. “Hannie, I’m hurt. I share everything with you.” Hankyung swallows. “Maybe this is all some misplaced feeling on your part.” Heechul’s fingers are trailing down his arm, and even if it’s not sexual it’s intense and possessive.
Hankyung looks at Heechul’s thoughtful, chesire-grin expression. He can’t think of anything to say. He needs Heechul to break the mood before it gets too serious.
“If you want a kid we can just take one of Siwon’s. He has enough.” Heechul never lets him down.
“Leave Siwon out of this.” Hankyung says, exasperated. Happy.
“I’m sure he’ll have a perfect child from Vietnam for us to adopt.” Heechul continues, not even paying attention to Hankyung as he sits up, the button up shirt he’s wearing falling off his shoulders.
“I don’t want children.” Hankyung says. He thinks it is strong, but it’s more of a stutter as Heechul is writing out characters on his chest.
“But you like them.”
“I like you with them.”
Heechul grins. “I like you with them too.” They lock eyes and Heechul leans down again.
They kiss. Hankyung is happy like this. This arrangement. This commitment. This relationship. This them.
He reaches up to play with Heechul’s hair. To pull it. To make Heechul gasp in his mouth.
There’s a giggle from the door and the two of them break apart, wide eyed and guilty.
Sangmi is standing the doorway, swinging on the doorknob, giggling madly.
Heechul’s face contorts into a mock anger. Sangmi can tell it’s an act, but she’s a little actress so she plays her role dutifully.
“Sangmi.” Heechul growls. She giggles but tries to cover it up by rocking nervously on her feet. Heechul pulls his shirt over himself, leans over Hankyung and rests his hand on the other side. All the while he keeps his eyes on Sangmi.
She’s laughing now, full on laughing.
“BOO!” Heechul says. It’s soft spoken but strong and she runs off giggling and stamping around the house, waking everyone else up to the calls of her story.
“Uncle Heechul and Hankyung are being bad~”
Heechul collapses beside Hankyung in a fit of laughter. Hankyung is even surprised he can still breathe. Heechul’s eyes are bright when they open again and lock with Hankyung’s.
“On second thought~” Heechul sing-songs, “children could be fun.”
Hankyung never thought he could protest so fast.
“But Hannie~ You said I’d make a wonderful father~” Heechul ends his cuteness and falls into cackles.
“Never mind I’ve changed my mind. You’d make a horrible father!” No one is willing to step in and save Hankyung, even as he starts to scream in Korean.
FIN.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: +13
Summary: He toasts to Heechul.
Notes: For black_goose. Like always. :\ ... :D
black_goose: I just, idk. I like writing Heechul with kids, but I would never write him with kids, if you see what I mean.
kayevelyn: You make me wanna fic Hanchul where Heechul tries to explain this concept to Hankyung. >.>
black_goose: ...do this. right now :D
My initial intent was for this to be crack and humor… but it sorta dissolved into “OMG HANCHUL IS TOTALLY MARRIED FOREVER LET’S WRITE OLD MARRIED COUPLE FLUFF WITH A DASH OF SMUFF!”
They are at Heejin’s daughter’s seventh birthday. The little girl, a spitting image of her mother, is prancing around the table sporting the new dress that Uncle Heechul bought her. She is proud as everything, and unable to notice the mess of cake and decorations she is making as she shows off the new ballet slippers along with the dress.
Hankyung has long been a fixture in the family. Though never formally introduced passed being Heechul’s band mate, no one in Heechul’s family is that dense. Not even to mistake them for being best friends.
Jay and Yunho are the best friend. The ones who come by occasionally, bringing varying amounts of alcohol and laughter with they because the grandparents love them more than they love either of their grandchildren.
But Hankyung is so much more. He’s the one who went to Grandfather Kim’s funeral and paid respects in Heechul’s place when the other boy was stuck in Japan and unable to get there because the producers for his television show couldn’t spare him. Hankyung is the reason Heechul occasionally spurts out Chinese commands over dinner, and why Heechul lives in a two-bedroom apartment above a dance studio in Seoul, instead of a house in Busan like he always wanted.
The family is very aware of this.
Little Sangmi comes rushing over to Hankyung and he lifts her up, placing her on his lap. Heechul spoon feeds her ice cream and cake, most of which gets on Sangmi’s cheeks but never on her dress. Soon Sangmi manages to badger Heechul into feeding Hankyung as well, and it all finally dissolves into a gooey, laugh filled mess that Heejin captures on film.
Hankyung helps clean up. The battle of cleaning being the job of a woman and something the host does dissolved long ago because Hankyung is just so sincere and maybe due to Heechul’s loud proclamation many Chuesoks ago that there was no point in turning away a willing servant.
Heechul plays with Sangmi and her little brother Seunmi. It’s a bizarre form of tag that makes Heechul look twenty five years younger, which is impressive since that would make him 12, and ends in him jumping on the couch, all three of them screaming at the top of their lungs as they clap their hands to old trot music someone has pulled out in hopes of covering their shouting.
Hankyung watches from the sides, arms crossed until Heechul’s father passes him soju. “To dull away the headache,” he says with a nod to Heechul and the two kids, laughing and patting Hankyung’s shoulder before walking back to the table where the adults are talking and breaking out board games. Hankyung cheers his cup at the man, a smile on his face. He turns back to Heechul, who is twirling both kids around. It’s a strength not displayed often, but Hankyung knows it is there.
Heechul catches Hankyung’s eye for a moment while he has Seunmi in the midst of a piggyback ride and the smile on both of their faces matches how Hankyung feels.
He toasts to Heechul.
Heechul laughs and goes back to playing with the birthday girl and her brother.
They are spending the night at Heechul’s parents’ house. They could have driven back, but Hankyung doesn’t have a class to teach and Heechul says he wants to get drunk with his brother-in-law but Hankyung knows he just likes the breakfasts that his mother and Hankyung make together. They stay in Heechul’s old room, which Hankyung thinks they finally stumble into at two o’clock in the morning. Heejin’s husband can drink both of them shot for shot.
Heechul is giggling into Hankyung’s neck as they try to get to the bed. Hankyung barely manages to keep himself up, much less Heechul, but somehow they make it without either falling on their asses.
Hankyung wakes up early. He isn’t sure why. It’s not Heechul, that’s for sure. The other man is still asleep, stretched out all over him just like when they first started sharing a bed all those years ago. The pounding in his head isn’t the cause either, and so Hankyung just takes it for what it is, him waking up early, and tries to settle himself into a more comfortable position. It’s easy enough, even with Heechul’s elbows digging into his stomach as some kind of unconscious retribution for moving.
Hankyung ends up with his arm wrapped around Heechul, cradling him to his shoulder. He presses a kiss to Heechul’s forehead which makes the other man crinkle up his nose. Hankyung lazily watches as Heechul slowly wakes up, eyes blinking. When they settle on the digital clock on the bedside Heechul slaps Hankyung’s chest lightly, burrowing into the pillows.
“I hate you.”
Hankyung laughs and kisses Heechul’s neck. “Morning.”
Heechul looks up with a glare, but then his expression morphs and he presses a kiss to Hankyung’s mouth. Even with the morning breath that is mingled with the soju from last night Hankyung still likes the taste of Heechul’s mouth because it’s real. He’s unsure if that makes him a sap or not, but since he’s unwilling to tell Heechul he assumes it does.
Heechul rolls on top of him, kisses lingering down his neck leisurely. No one is awake yet. Hankyung holds onto Heechul’s hips, rocking him slowly as he tries to get another kiss from his lover. Heechul is amorous this morning so he complies without complaint.
Little feet patter down the hallway unexpectedly and that makes Heechul roll off Hankyung with a laugh.
“Stupid kids.” Heechul mutters, throwing the covers back over them as he curls into Hankyung. “Such morning birds. Shouldn’t they be sleeping or something?”
Hankyung laughs and cups Heechul’s cheek. He kisses him before Heechul can protest. “I thought you liked kids.”
“Of course I like kids. Doesn’t mean I like them.” Heechul laughs brazenly at Hankyung’s look, head tossed back for full effect.
Hankyung just sighs and his mind thinks back to yesterday. To Heechul sending Sangmi and Seunmi off to bed, and sneaking them an extra candy before hand, just to see their eyes light up. He’s thinking about this even as he’s biting down Heechul’s neck and over his collarbone.
“But do you want them?” The thought is out of his mouth before it’s fully formed.
Heechul pauses. He lifts Hankyung’s head up. “In my life?”
“Yes.” Hankyung isn’t sure what to make of Heechul’s expression.
The expression shifts and then Heechul is kissing his jaw. “I want them in my life, but I don’t want them in my life.”
Hankyung blinks. He isn’t sure he’s confused by what Heechul just said or if it’s the thin fingers that are working circles on his sides. “I think you’re using too complicated Korean for me to understand.”
Heechul huffs out a breath and kisses Hankyung. “You’ve been Korean for how many years now? Fifteen?”
“Not Korean.” Hankyung mutters but he’s shut up again when Heechul presses another kiss to his lips. When Heechul pulls away Hankyung looks deep into his eyes.
“Why are you asking this? Thinking about children now?” Heechul doesn’t seem mad, or even upset. Just. Thoughtful.
“Yesterday. With Sangmi and Seunmi. You are good with children. You'd make a good father.”
“Just because I’m good with children doesn’t mean I want them.” Heechul points out.
“But you seem to like them.” Hankyung feels like he’s pressing something that doesn’t need to be pressed. In all their years together they never broached this topic, not even when all their friends started bringing kids along to meet-ups and the like. “I, just thought it might have been a desire of yours.”
“That I never shared with you?” Heechul grins, and it makes Hankyung weary. “Hannie, I’m hurt. I share everything with you.” Hankyung swallows. “Maybe this is all some misplaced feeling on your part.” Heechul’s fingers are trailing down his arm, and even if it’s not sexual it’s intense and possessive.
Hankyung looks at Heechul’s thoughtful, chesire-grin expression. He can’t think of anything to say. He needs Heechul to break the mood before it gets too serious.
“If you want a kid we can just take one of Siwon’s. He has enough.” Heechul never lets him down.
“Leave Siwon out of this.” Hankyung says, exasperated. Happy.
“I’m sure he’ll have a perfect child from Vietnam for us to adopt.” Heechul continues, not even paying attention to Hankyung as he sits up, the button up shirt he’s wearing falling off his shoulders.
“I don’t want children.” Hankyung says. He thinks it is strong, but it’s more of a stutter as Heechul is writing out characters on his chest.
“But you like them.”
“I like you with them.”
Heechul grins. “I like you with them too.” They lock eyes and Heechul leans down again.
They kiss. Hankyung is happy like this. This arrangement. This commitment. This relationship. This them.
He reaches up to play with Heechul’s hair. To pull it. To make Heechul gasp in his mouth.
There’s a giggle from the door and the two of them break apart, wide eyed and guilty.
Sangmi is standing the doorway, swinging on the doorknob, giggling madly.
Heechul’s face contorts into a mock anger. Sangmi can tell it’s an act, but she’s a little actress so she plays her role dutifully.
“Sangmi.” Heechul growls. She giggles but tries to cover it up by rocking nervously on her feet. Heechul pulls his shirt over himself, leans over Hankyung and rests his hand on the other side. All the while he keeps his eyes on Sangmi.
She’s laughing now, full on laughing.
“BOO!” Heechul says. It’s soft spoken but strong and she runs off giggling and stamping around the house, waking everyone else up to the calls of her story.
“Uncle Heechul and Hankyung are being bad~”
Heechul collapses beside Hankyung in a fit of laughter. Hankyung is even surprised he can still breathe. Heechul’s eyes are bright when they open again and lock with Hankyung’s.
“On second thought~” Heechul sing-songs, “children could be fun.”
Hankyung never thought he could protest so fast.
“But Hannie~ You said I’d make a wonderful father~” Heechul ends his cuteness and falls into cackles.
“Never mind I’ve changed my mind. You’d make a horrible father!” No one is willing to step in and save Hankyung, even as he starts to scream in Korean.
FIN.