super junior; blueberry popsicle
Blueberry Popsicle
Hanchul (Han Geng/Heechul), g
A snippet of when Heechul wants Han Geng to go buy a popsicle to him in China
A/N: For my Food-series :D
Hanchul - Popsicle
”It’s hot,” complained Heechul, pushing away a sweaty hair strand from his eyes.
“Yes,” agreed Han Geng and held up his hand so it shadowed his eyes before looking up at the sky. Clear blue sky, bright,, shining sun and not even the tiniest cloud in sight.
“I hate China,” muttered Heechul and gulped down the entire glass of coke - ice cubes and everything. “Go buy me a popsicle?” Heechul turned to Han Geng who wished there had been any tables left inside the small café so they wouldn’t have to sit in the burning sun.
“Uh,” he said, “can’t we just order from here?”
“No, they don’t have any popsicles.” That was true, Han Geng noticed as he took a look at the small menu that was standing up on the table.
“How did you know?” he wondered.
“You told me five minutes ago,” said Heechul with a look that indicated that Han Geng was a total idiot.
“Oh… I did?” The heat must have caused him to suffer from momentarily memory loss.
“Go buy me one, Hankyung,” ordered Heechul and closed his eyes, adding a low “please”.
“Fine,” sighed Han Geng though he really didn’t want to move right now and least of all go on a search hunt for a popsicle. He sic-sacked through the crowd of Chinese, sweaty people, his mother tongue surrounding him, making him feel at home. After all, that was what he was. A good ten minutes later he came back to Heechul, a melting popsicle in his hand. Heechul looked irritably at him.
“What took you so long? I’m burning up here.”
“There was a lot of people,” explained Han Geng, the popsicle outstretched towards Heechul. He looked very much like a little boy who was giving a flower to the girl he liked. That is, if the flower was a popsicle and the girl a boy. Heechul looked at the cold treat in his hand, sniffed at it and then pushed his hand away.
“Blueberry,” he said and the Chinese blinked.
“Yes?”
“It’s blueberry,” said Heechul like it explained everything. Which it probably did, but not to Han Geng. “I hate blueberry popsicles.” Heechul added as he saw that the other wasn’t catching on.
“Oh,” he said, a bit disappointed. “Oh.”
“Ah,” exclaimed Heechul and sprung up from his plastic chair. “Is that an ice cream stand I’m spotting? Come on!” He grabbed Han Geng’s free and sweaty hand with an equally as sweaty hand. Han Geng followed after Heechul, thoughtfully licking up the juice that had ran down on his fingers and then licked at the popsicle. Heechul had a point, he briefly thought, blueberry popsicle does not taste good. He threw away the popsicle in a trash bin and paid for the two ice cream cones instead.
The End
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Hanchul (Han Geng/Heechul), g
A snippet of when Heechul wants Han Geng to go buy a popsicle to him in China
A/N: For my Food-series :D
Hanchul - Popsicle
”It’s hot,” complained Heechul, pushing away a sweaty hair strand from his eyes.
“Yes,” agreed Han Geng and held up his hand so it shadowed his eyes before looking up at the sky. Clear blue sky, bright,, shining sun and not even the tiniest cloud in sight.
“I hate China,” muttered Heechul and gulped down the entire glass of coke - ice cubes and everything. “Go buy me a popsicle?” Heechul turned to Han Geng who wished there had been any tables left inside the small café so they wouldn’t have to sit in the burning sun.
“Uh,” he said, “can’t we just order from here?”
“No, they don’t have any popsicles.” That was true, Han Geng noticed as he took a look at the small menu that was standing up on the table.
“How did you know?” he wondered.
“You told me five minutes ago,” said Heechul with a look that indicated that Han Geng was a total idiot.
“Oh… I did?” The heat must have caused him to suffer from momentarily memory loss.
“Go buy me one, Hankyung,” ordered Heechul and closed his eyes, adding a low “please”.
“Fine,” sighed Han Geng though he really didn’t want to move right now and least of all go on a search hunt for a popsicle. He sic-sacked through the crowd of Chinese, sweaty people, his mother tongue surrounding him, making him feel at home. After all, that was what he was. A good ten minutes later he came back to Heechul, a melting popsicle in his hand. Heechul looked irritably at him.
“What took you so long? I’m burning up here.”
“There was a lot of people,” explained Han Geng, the popsicle outstretched towards Heechul. He looked very much like a little boy who was giving a flower to the girl he liked. That is, if the flower was a popsicle and the girl a boy. Heechul looked at the cold treat in his hand, sniffed at it and then pushed his hand away.
“Blueberry,” he said and the Chinese blinked.
“Yes?”
“It’s blueberry,” said Heechul like it explained everything. Which it probably did, but not to Han Geng. “I hate blueberry popsicles.” Heechul added as he saw that the other wasn’t catching on.
“Oh,” he said, a bit disappointed. “Oh.”
“Ah,” exclaimed Heechul and sprung up from his plastic chair. “Is that an ice cream stand I’m spotting? Come on!” He grabbed Han Geng’s free and sweaty hand with an equally as sweaty hand. Han Geng followed after Heechul, thoughtfully licking up the juice that had ran down on his fingers and then licked at the popsicle. Heechul had a point, he briefly thought, blueberry popsicle does not taste good. He threw away the popsicle in a trash bin and paid for the two ice cream cones instead.
The End
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