Last Nite
Title: Last Nite
Pairing: Heechul/Hankyung
Prompt: Last Nite - The Strokes (Drabble #9)
Rated R
A/N: Based on a drabble I did for a challenge found Here
Summary: See people they don't understand. No girlfriends, they won't understand. Your grandsons they won't understand. On top of this I ain't ever gonna understand. In which Heechul retains information and Hankyung has kinky dreams.
He woke, the pounding in his head unrelenting. What the hell had happened? He walked out the door to the kitchen in search of aspirin. When he passed the living room he had to do a double take. Heechul was sprawled in the living room, countless bottles of beer surrounding him, Heebum tucked into his side. Hankyung wasn't sure, but it seemed that he was completely naked under the pink blanket. Leave it to Heechul to get drunk and pass out on the living room floor naked.
Hankyung sighed and went to the living room. He contemplated what to make for breakfast, biting his lip while in thought. He hissed and touched the edge of his lip with his finger, wincing when he felt the dried blood on his bottom lip. He hissed again when he tried to put his arm down. He then looked down to examine himself. He had many marks, what he assumed to be scratch marks, running down his arms. His lip was split open, his scalp burning as if someone scratched at his very roots, and his back sore. Maybe he had gotten into a fight yesterday. Or maybe he had pissed off Heebum. The memories wouldn't return to him.
He then heard a groan from the living room and a cat hissing. He picked up some sweats and a muscle shirt from the floor before going out to the living room. He saw Heechul sitting up, hands clutching his head and face contorted in pain. Hankyung went to the kitchen to get the aspirin he had originally been after, grabbing four and two bottles of water from the cabinet. He went to sit down on the couch Heechul sitting on the floor to the left of him now rocking in pain. He poked him in the back hard, making the older male turn angrily, bloodshot eyes narrowed.
Hankyung wordlessly delivered the aspirin, Heechul's eyes widening thankfully. He watched Heechul scramble to open the water. He breathed deeply through his nose as Heechul sighed in relief, having finished the entire bottle of water in less than a minute. He tipped his head back until it touched the back of the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Then he tossed the clothes over and laid back on the couch, his body suddenly more tired than it had ever been. He closed his eyes as Heechul got up, and heard the rustling of clothes. He felt a bony hand on his forehead before sleep overcame him.
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They crashed into the table making the bottle of hot sauce on top fall with a clatter onto its side. Hankyung lifted his head to check the source of the sound before hands dug into his hair and pulled him back to lips. The kiss continued, all teeth and tongue with no finesse to speak of. Hands went from Hankyung's hair to his shirt, sliding his hands underneath the hem and feeling the warm flesh underneath. Hankyung hissed as he ran his nails along the length of his back, pushing his knee between legs and sliding it harshly, a groan being released into the humid air. Hankyung's bottom lip was sucked into the supple mouth, getting bitten down on as Hankyung continued his ministrations, Hankyung rubbing harder as the moans increased. Skin broke and the lip was let go of, hips pushing against Hankyung's leg in abandon. Hankyung's name was hissed through clenched teeth as his lips started descending upon pale neck.
"Hankyung...Hannie...Hankyung..."
"Hankyung!"
Hankyung woke with a start as a stinging pain filled his left leg. He doubled over and clutched at his shin, glaring at Heechul before him.
"What?" he hissed, teeth clenched in pain.
"Teukie called a meeting, we have to head to the dorms."
Hankyung nodded and took the sweatshirt Heechul was offering. He slid it over his head, trying to get the dream out of his head. It was by far the most intense dream he had ever had, seeming too real. He shook the thought from his head and followed Heechul to the door, sliding on his shoes and locking the door. They took the elevator to the garage, the gentle hum of music the only thing filling the silence. It seemed odd, for Heechul to be this quiet. Hankyung looked at the man standing beside him.
Heechul seemed a little tense, staring only strait in front of him even when Hankyung was sure he could feel him looking. As soon as the elevator rang, Heechul got out and walked to his car in long strides, Hankyung having a little trouble keeping up with him. The car alarm beeped and Heechul got in, ignoring Hankyung as he started the car. Hankyung was a bit confused, but blamed the early morning. They were both still hungover, maybe Heechul was just feeling it worse then he was.
The TRAX blared through the car as they made their way to the main dorms, Hankyung stealing glances and Heechul every once in a while. He then noticed what Heechul was wearing.
"Don't you think its a little warm to be wearing a scarf?"
Heechul glanced at him, something flashing in his eyes before he turned away. It was too quick for Hankyung to catch what it was, but he was sure it meant that he would continue to be ignored for the rest of the car trip. He sighed a little and made himself comfortable in the leather seat.
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"What the fuck happened to you guys?"
Kangin looked at them questioningly before Heechul got fed up and stormed past him into the dorm. Kangin turned to look at Hankyung, who merely shrugged and walked into the dorm. As he took off his shoes, he could see the rest of the members gathered in the living room in various states of sleepwear. It was their day off, one of only a few where they were all gathered together.
By the time he had entered the living room, some of the members had already gathered around an irritated looking Heechul. When they saw him enter, some rushed to him too.
"Hyung, did you guys get into a fight? Why is your lip bloody?"
Hankyung touched his swollen lip, grimacing when a sting resonated through his body.
"I must have fallen or something last night."
Heechul snapped his head in Hankyung's direction. Hankyung caught his stare, chilled by the sight of the brown orbs. He then wordlessly turned and went in Siwon's direction, nudging and adjusting him until he sat in his lap, cocooned in his arms. Hankyung clicked his tongue in annoyance and went to sit by Eunhyuk and Sungmin on the floor.
Leeteuk entered the living room, his arms laden with books and papers. It was their monthly meeting about schedules. Hankyung groaned and laid himself down, wincing at the stinging pain from his back. A dull pain echoed through his head at the thought of spending hours here as Leeteuk discussed their schedules one by one. Slowly the members started drifting off as Leeteuk started with the youngest first. Ryeowook left to the kitchen, no doubt to attempt making enough food to feed them all. Donghae rushed forward and went strait to the Playstation 3, grabbing himself and Eunhyuk a controller. Hankyung merely settled back and watched them play their games, his hangover headache not completely gone.
He sighed as the sounds of the games started up, rolling onto his front and crossing his arms in front of his face. He buried his face into the crease of his elbows, willing the small throbbing in his head to go away. As he concentrated on the pain, the throbbing coupled with the steady rhythm of video game music slowly lulled him to sleep.
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He felt ribs contract under him, felt the slow expansion as the body under him took sharp breathes. He lightly touched the skin, feeling the nerves jump under his feather touches. He skimmed the rest of the stomach, taking time to dig his finger slightly into the belly button. As he felt the chuckle rumble through the chest, he angled his hips down causing a breathy moan to replace it. He felt the hardness against his belly button, his own hardness being strangled in the confines of his jeans. Yet despite the shear agony, he could not tear his hands away from the body underneath him long enough to free himself of his confines. He moaned into pink lips as bony fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans. He hissed as cold hands made contact with overheated flesh, felt lips curl into a smile above his collarbones. He let out a strangled groan as the hand constricted his length, roughly pulling and twisting. He let out a shaky breath at the sensation, feeling another hand dig into his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. He hissed into the kiss as the hand...
A sharp sting resonated through his hip, past his groin, right down to his feet causing his toes to curl with displeasure. Hankyung woke with a start and groaned loudly, clutching at his hip in pain. He felt the tears sting his eyes as Heechul towered over him, not seeming to give him any pity.
"Wake up, its your turn. Ryeowook is making breakfast too, try to eat something."
Hankyung nodded and tried to blink the tears out of his eyes. Heechul walked away, leaving Eunhyuk and Donghae shocked, their game on pause.
"Hyung, what did you do to Heechul?" Donghae's eyes were wide and confused, Eunhyuk looking at him with pity.
Hankyung could only shrug and get up, any feeling that dream may have caused irrevocably gone from his body.
---
Two weeks later Hankyung still hadn't figured out what he had done. Every time he came home, Heechul had already made plans to leave. Most of the time, Hankyung was left at home by himself to ponder what he had done. The only thing he could have done would have been that night they were drunk, but from the time they left the bar to the time he had woken up he couldn't remember anything. He was sure they drank more when they got home, considering their stash of beer in the fridge was seriously depleted, but that did nothing for his situation.
Then there were the rest of the members, who were certain that something had gone wrong. They would call the house, come over, or invite them both out to eat. However, every time any of those moments occurred, Hankyung could only say one thing: "Heechul's out with Hongki right now."
Hankyung had never been so angry at the young singer before. Now, whenever Hankyung wanted to talk to Heechul to straiten this out, he was out with Hongki. Always out with Hongki. Always.
It wasn't as if he was jealous or anything, Hongki had always been there. It was just extremely irritating that Heechul was using Hongki as an excuse to not talk to him. In fact, he kind of had the urge to tie Heechul up when he was sleeping so that he would be forced to stay home for once. However, the broken bones that would result from that wouldn't really be worth it, he thinks.
The only times they really saw each other was when they had to do a schedule as Super Junior. Or on those rare days (now becoming more common) when Leeteuk would pair them together to go on a show (and as the ever meddling leader, he wants them to make up as much as Hankyung). Those times, Heechul would stare at him as if he had never seen him before, as if it was the first time really looking at him. Hankyung longed to catch his eyes, to see exactly what he was thinking, but he always chose when Hankyung was speaking to do it.
They had just finished another interview when Hankyung caught Heechul's arm. Heechul's wide eyes turned to him, but he said nothing and merely dragged the smaller man with him to their dressing room. After making sure none of the coordi noonas were in the room, he swung Heechul in and closed the door.
"Okay, you've been avoiding me for two weeks already. What gives?"
Heechul blinked very slowly and looked at him. Hankyung felt his rage boil. Heechul was looking at him with his glassy eyes, with his smirk pulling at his lips, with that on stage persona shining through. How far had this gotten that he had to be fake with him?
"I've been meaning to tell you something too Hannie. I think I'm gonna move in with Hongki next week."
Hankyung felt all the rage evaporate as the words sunk in.
"So you're going to..."
"It'll be fine Hannie, you can just move back into the dorms. I know Ryeowook misses the fact that he doesn't have you to help him cook."
Heechul waved sadly before sidestepping past Hankyung and out the door. He didn't see the first tear drop.
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That week Hankyung asked Leeteuk for as many schedules as he could give him. He took spots for other members, allowing them days off as long as he didn't have to be home. It was painful for him to have to go back and see a slowly increasing amount of suitcases at the door. Now he went past them, past Heechul who had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him, right to his room. Sometimes he would hear Heechul walk up to the door, breathing steadily on the other side, but then he would just walk away. They both had things they needed to say, but neither one was brave enough to say it first.
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Breath tickled his chest as he positioned himself between thighs. He lifted up the small body, feeling the small kisses on his face. He caught the thin lips with his own, length slowly entering the tight entrance. He felt a gasp of pain in his mouth, pausing his ministrations and making the kiss rougher, trying to distract from the feeling. He felt a small push against him and started moving forwards again. He swallowed groans of displeasure and filled the body with himself, not stopping until he was all the way in. Lips wrestled for a few minutes after until the lithe body started moving against him. He tried shallow thrusts first, making sure that it wouldn't be too painful. Nails dragged down his back, resting on his hips before hands pulled them forward. The sudden snap of his hips made moan enter his mouth, swallowed greedily by Hankyung. He set a slow pace, sporadically snapping his hips forward and swallowing all the noises escaping the lips underneath his...
Hankyung woke up in a cramped position to the sound of a door slamming. He tried to lift his arm to his stiff neck to rub it, but his hand was caught on something. He tired to pull, but nothing gave. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to blink back the sleep still caught in his vision. Slowly the figure of Heechul sitting at the foot of his bed came to focus.
"Chullie? What..why..how did...?"
Heechul smirked and stood.
"Well Hannie, now I know why you always seemed so joyful when you woke up."
Hankyung followed Heechul's gaze to his morning wood, groaning and attempting to bury his head into his arm. His eyes followed the silver chain which held his arm to the headrest. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, damning Heechul for doing this, damning his body for reacting like this, and damning those dreams most of all. Those dreams that appeared every single time he had slept for the past two weeks. He felt a hand on his foot and shook it off, slowly flexing his arms to see if they chains would give way.
"Its no use, they're titanium."
Hankyung snapped his eyes open and stared at Heechul hard, to the point where Heechul started shuffling around in a desperate attempt to escape the intense eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry okay? There was no other way, you're always gone. I'm here by myself all day but by the time you got home I was already asleep."
Hankyung's eyes narrowed, his arms pulling at the handcuffs hard enough to make his veins pop. Heechul looked scared for a minute, taking two steps back as the Chinese man mustered all the strength he had. One of the handcuffs squeaked slightly, making Heechul's eyes widen. He rushed forward and sat on Hankyung, causing the irritated man to gasp for air as it was knocked out of him.
"Look Hannie, calm down."
"You fucking calm down you god damn hypocrite!"
Heechul looked surprised, clutching at the bed sheets as Hankyung tried to buck him off.
"I tried talking to you for weeks. I tried as hard as I could, but you were always out with Hongki. You said you wanted to move in with him, fine. Now you want to talk to me? Now?"
"No, you don't understand..."
"Yeah Heechul, I don't understand. I don't fucking understand any of this. Yet you refuse to let me know exactly what the fuck is going on."
Heechul leaned down and covered Hankyung's mouth with his hand. He took a deep shuddering breath, the Chinese man dropping his eyes and watching his chest rise and fall steadily. The surge of adrenaline had passed, leaving him more tired than before. He was never a complete expert on the things that Heechul did, he hardly ever understood the guy but he usually had an inkling that proved to be right. This time there was no such thing, he was just lost, plain and simple.
"Look Hankyung, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about this, but you don't remember."
Hankyung's eyes snapped to the boy sitting on his stomach, realizing now how tired Heechul looked. Without the makeup constantly on his face, Hankyung finally saw how aged he seemed to have gotten in the past week. And what was he talking about? Hankyung remembered everything, and the older boy knew it. He would have told him so, but Heechul seemed to have read his mind and shook his head solemnly.
"You don't remember, and its driving me insane to have to see you everyday. Unlike you, I remember everything. The fact that you don't, its sort of killing me. I don't want to have to be around you hating you for not remembering. So, I'm leaving if only for a while."
" Hee, you're making no sense. What exactly don't I remember?"
Heechul laughed sadly, shaking his head. "This is what I mean, and really I'm not sure if I want you to remember. This is the kind of thing that has the potential to tear apart everything we've ever had. I would rather move out and still see you like this, happy and able to look me in the eye, than to tell you everything and rip this apart."
Heechul dug in his pocket and fished out two small silver keys. He leaned over Hankyung's head and slid the keys into the cuffs, his hands shaking as the small locks clicked. When Hankyung's hands were released, Heechul lifted himself off the Chinese man's chest and stood on his knees. Before he could swing his leg over, Hankyung had sat up and grabbed him by the waist, twirling them until Heechul was below him. Heechul gasped and tried to dislodge himself from underneath Hankyung but to no avail. He was too small and weak, Hankyung's arms creating and iron cage around him.
"Heechul, I don't care about what happened. Why are you being so selfish? You think that it can tear us apart, but what about what I think? Why won't you even tell me?"
Heechul took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. Hankyung saw a small teardrop leave the corner of his eye and sighed. Heechul had shut himself down, there would be no talking to him. He picked himself up, seeing the older boy open his eyes from the bed.
"Get out."
Heechul sat up in surprise. He opened his mouth but thought better of it. Hankyung stood facing the wall, only hearing the small creaking of the bed as Heechul stood up. Small footsteps made their way across his room and the door opened and quietly closed behind Heechul.
Now he needed to remember what Heechul was talking about. He just didn't know where to begin really. It had to do with that night they had gotten drunk, he knew that for sure. He just honestly could not think of anything the happened between the time they left the club and the time he had woken up the next day. He sighed loudly and walked to the door, noticing the lack of noise from the apartment. He already knew that Heechul had left, his keys gone from the rack they had in the hallway. Hankyung had no doubt where he was going either, the information making him want to punch something not too lightly.
Out of everything else, the fact that he always ran back to Hongki pissed him off the most. Ever since that night that he had found them both drunk out of their faces and sucking said faces off each other. It wasn't exactly jealousy, although Hankyung had no other emotion to really tie it to.
He made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the closet in the hallway. He had schedules today, and no matter what had happened at home Teukie would never forgive him for being late.
---
This didn't feel right. He sat at the table by himself with one plate of Beijing fried rice. No Heechul singing some random girl group song, no Heechul dancing around with his cats, no Heechul making fun of his accent while asking for a plate of food.
He had gotten a text from Hongki at two in the morning. Heechul was drunk, too drunk to drive, and he would be staying at his house tonight.
No, it didn't feel right.
Hankyung sighed as he ate, putting down his spoon and going to the refrigerator. He pulled out one of the beers in the back and opened it, drinking harshly as the bubbles irritated his throat. He stopped only when the last gulp was taken, taking a deep breath as the cold liquid made its way down his body. He sighed and looked at the beer bottle. Nope, that wouldn't be of any help. Right now, he just wanted the world to be blank. He snatched two of the green bottles of soju hidden in the back of the vegetable drawer (strictly speaking, they weren't supposed to have this much alcohol in the apartment, but what the managers didn't know wouldn't kill them). He grabbed a cup from the cabinet and sat back down, drinking four shots for every spoonful of rice he ate.
His sight grew fuzzy as he finished the last spoonful of rice, drinking the last bit of the second bottle quickly. He put the shot glass down, hand knocking over the bottle of hot sauce. As he reached out to attempt and sit it right side up, his head throbbed. He felt hands ghosting through his hair, his scalp burning as if there was someone actually pulling it. He shook his head picked up the murky red bottle. Damn those dreams to hell, why wouldn't they stop haunting him?
He went to the fridge and pulled out another bottle of soju, before his better judgment caught up. He shouldn't be doing this, he knew better. He knew he shouldn't be drinking away his problems it never solved anything. He sighed and put the bottle back, shutting the fridge behind him. He went to the couch to lie down, hoping the buzz swarming his head wouldn't take too long to get rid of. Suddenly the ability to think clearly became extremely appealing, maybe he would be able to sort this shit out. He closed his eyes and focused on the gentle feeling of numbness overcoming his brain. A short nap should help, and with that thought he turned towards the back of the couch and fell asleep.
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Cold hands lightly lifted Hankyung's shirt, landing on his hips. He shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin. "Please, please Hannie." A breathy whine was let out as Hankyung's tongue found a nipple, sucking lightly until it became hard under his attention. Hands gripped his hips tightly, the perfectly manicured nails digging into flesh. Hankyung hissed and pulled away, gripping his hand into black hair. He dipped his hand into open jeans, relishing in the hiss that escaped swollen lips. He twisted and rolled his palm, the apartment filled with gasps and breathless moans. He tightened his grasp on hair, pulling back as he started increasing the speed of his pumping. He pulled the hair until he could see that whites of eyes, tendons pulling out of the neck as his moans became more frequent. Hankyung moved so that his knee rested between thin legs, moving in a slow rhythm that counter balanced his quick pumping. One final gasp escaped as warm liquid filled Hankyung's hand, staining designer jeans. Hankyung stood transfixed, watching the body in front of him shake and gasp with pleasure. Watching Heechul come apart at his ministrations was always worth it.
Hankyung woke up with a start as Rong Rong started barking at the door. His face and body were damp, his breathing labored. He remembered. He knew. Heechul knew. Suddenly everything became clear. The dreams weren't just random pent up sexual frustration, they were memories.
He stood quickly as he heard a key enter the front door, moving to the front door on shaky legs. He wasn't going to let this happen. He loved Heechul too much for it to be thrown away in an instant just because of that. Heechul probably hated him for it, hated the fact that he had to see the sick bastard that did that to him everyday. The doorway closed and Heechul stood on the small closet tucking away his shoes. He stood up and looked at Hankyung with wide eyes.
"Hannie? What happened..."
Hankyung rushed forward, pushing Heechul back until he collided with the front door. He pressed into the scared looking man, pushing him further into the wood of the door.
"What has gotten into--"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Realization dawned on Heechul's face, color draining, leaving him white and clammy.
"How did you find out?"
"I've been seeing it in my dreams. Ever since that night, every time I closed my eyes it would take me back. I just never saw the person's face, not until today. Why didn't you tell me?"
Heechul sighed heavily, rolling his head back so that the crown of his head touched the door, eyes facing up.
"I didn't want you to remember. If you did and you hated me for it, I wouldn't be able to go on. I can't have you hate me." His voice cracked towards the end. He took another shuddering breath as a single tear rolled down the side of his face.
"And what if I had liked it? What if I had wanted it?"
Heechul's head snapped forwards, looking at Hankyung with steel in his eyes.
"I would have still left."
Hankyung looked taken aback, voice becoming smaller as a shaking "why?" escaped his throat.
"I wouldn't want to fuck up the friendship that we had. Things like that, relationships and everything that comes with them, they don't work well for me. I...I wouldn't want to lose you."
"So this," Hankyung motioned behind him, where he knew pink suitcases were still piled by the door, "would be better? Heechul, you'd lose me either way."
Heechul pushed Hankyung away with force that alarmed the Chinese man. His bloodshot eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously.
"Well what did you want me to do? I'm terrified Hankyung, I don't think you understand how much. I don't want to be the one that messed us up. I don't want to be the one that makes things awkward when we're with the other members, when we have to do a show, or when we come home to rest."
Hankyung rushed forward again, pushing Heechul against the door and pinning his wrists above his head. He silenced an angry protest with his lips, using Heechul's surprise to his advantage as his tongue pushed past pink lips. Heechul whimpered, becoming limp against him. Hankyung dropped one arm and hooked it around Heechul's knee, bringing his leg to rest around his hip. He pressed his hips against the older male, causing another whimper to escape. He kissed him until they were both breathless, letting go and gasping for air. He let Heechul down, clutching at him as the smaller man's legs gave out against him. They stood like that for a while, relishing in the sound of their own breathing. Heechul finally regained control of his breathing and stood up, looking at Hankyung with a vulnerability he had never seen before.
"So...what now?"
"Well, we're going to get all your stuff back in your room."
Heechul nodded and pulled out his phone. "I should call Hongki."
Hankyung wrapped his hand around the phone, taking it out of Heechul's grasp and tossing it into the shoe closet on the side. Heechul saw his phone hit a pile of shoes and turned to face the Chinese man with an angry glare.
"What was that for? I have to tell him that I'm not moving."
"He can wait. First thing's first."
Heechul was about the yell again when arms wrapped around his hips and pulled him forward, flush against Hankyung. He rested his hands on broad shoulders as the Chinese man looked down on him with a small smile.
"You see Heechul, I still don't remember all that happened that night."
Heechul raised an eyebrow, smirk pulling at the sides of his lips. "Oh?"
Hankyung nodded gravely. "I'm afraid we can't do anything until I can remember all that happened."
Heechul laughed and buried his long fingers into Hankyung's hair, pulling the male forward into a kiss. He smiled against Hankyung's lips before pulling back, hands sinking lower and lower on Hankyung's body.
"It truly is a tragedy. But I'm certain we can do a couple of things to jog your memory."
The drawstring of Hankyung's sweats was undone as he pressed forward again, savoring the taste of Heechul's lips against his.
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Yeah. I honestly don't know exactly what this is.
Its just been sitting there. I figured it was a shame to have it just sitting there. FAIL!!! ;_;
Liked it? Think that I should have just gone to sleep like I had been planning to? Please, do tell~
Pairing: Heechul/Hankyung
Prompt: Last Nite - The Strokes (Drabble #9)
Rated R
A/N: Based on a drabble I did for a challenge found Here
Summary: See people they don't understand. No girlfriends, they won't understand. Your grandsons they won't understand. On top of this I ain't ever gonna understand. In which Heechul retains information and Hankyung has kinky dreams.
He woke, the pounding in his head unrelenting. What the hell had happened? He walked out the door to the kitchen in search of aspirin. When he passed the living room he had to do a double take. Heechul was sprawled in the living room, countless bottles of beer surrounding him, Heebum tucked into his side. Hankyung wasn't sure, but it seemed that he was completely naked under the pink blanket. Leave it to Heechul to get drunk and pass out on the living room floor naked.
Hankyung sighed and went to the living room. He contemplated what to make for breakfast, biting his lip while in thought. He hissed and touched the edge of his lip with his finger, wincing when he felt the dried blood on his bottom lip. He hissed again when he tried to put his arm down. He then looked down to examine himself. He had many marks, what he assumed to be scratch marks, running down his arms. His lip was split open, his scalp burning as if someone scratched at his very roots, and his back sore. Maybe he had gotten into a fight yesterday. Or maybe he had pissed off Heebum. The memories wouldn't return to him.
He then heard a groan from the living room and a cat hissing. He picked up some sweats and a muscle shirt from the floor before going out to the living room. He saw Heechul sitting up, hands clutching his head and face contorted in pain. Hankyung went to the kitchen to get the aspirin he had originally been after, grabbing four and two bottles of water from the cabinet. He went to sit down on the couch Heechul sitting on the floor to the left of him now rocking in pain. He poked him in the back hard, making the older male turn angrily, bloodshot eyes narrowed.
Hankyung wordlessly delivered the aspirin, Heechul's eyes widening thankfully. He watched Heechul scramble to open the water. He breathed deeply through his nose as Heechul sighed in relief, having finished the entire bottle of water in less than a minute. He tipped his head back until it touched the back of the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Then he tossed the clothes over and laid back on the couch, his body suddenly more tired than it had ever been. He closed his eyes as Heechul got up, and heard the rustling of clothes. He felt a bony hand on his forehead before sleep overcame him.
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They crashed into the table making the bottle of hot sauce on top fall with a clatter onto its side. Hankyung lifted his head to check the source of the sound before hands dug into his hair and pulled him back to lips. The kiss continued, all teeth and tongue with no finesse to speak of. Hands went from Hankyung's hair to his shirt, sliding his hands underneath the hem and feeling the warm flesh underneath. Hankyung hissed as he ran his nails along the length of his back, pushing his knee between legs and sliding it harshly, a groan being released into the humid air. Hankyung's bottom lip was sucked into the supple mouth, getting bitten down on as Hankyung continued his ministrations, Hankyung rubbing harder as the moans increased. Skin broke and the lip was let go of, hips pushing against Hankyung's leg in abandon. Hankyung's name was hissed through clenched teeth as his lips started descending upon pale neck.
"Hankyung...Hannie...Hankyung..."
"Hankyung!"
Hankyung woke with a start as a stinging pain filled his left leg. He doubled over and clutched at his shin, glaring at Heechul before him.
"What?" he hissed, teeth clenched in pain.
"Teukie called a meeting, we have to head to the dorms."
Hankyung nodded and took the sweatshirt Heechul was offering. He slid it over his head, trying to get the dream out of his head. It was by far the most intense dream he had ever had, seeming too real. He shook the thought from his head and followed Heechul to the door, sliding on his shoes and locking the door. They took the elevator to the garage, the gentle hum of music the only thing filling the silence. It seemed odd, for Heechul to be this quiet. Hankyung looked at the man standing beside him.
Heechul seemed a little tense, staring only strait in front of him even when Hankyung was sure he could feel him looking. As soon as the elevator rang, Heechul got out and walked to his car in long strides, Hankyung having a little trouble keeping up with him. The car alarm beeped and Heechul got in, ignoring Hankyung as he started the car. Hankyung was a bit confused, but blamed the early morning. They were both still hungover, maybe Heechul was just feeling it worse then he was.
The TRAX blared through the car as they made their way to the main dorms, Hankyung stealing glances and Heechul every once in a while. He then noticed what Heechul was wearing.
"Don't you think its a little warm to be wearing a scarf?"
Heechul glanced at him, something flashing in his eyes before he turned away. It was too quick for Hankyung to catch what it was, but he was sure it meant that he would continue to be ignored for the rest of the car trip. He sighed a little and made himself comfortable in the leather seat.
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"What the fuck happened to you guys?"
Kangin looked at them questioningly before Heechul got fed up and stormed past him into the dorm. Kangin turned to look at Hankyung, who merely shrugged and walked into the dorm. As he took off his shoes, he could see the rest of the members gathered in the living room in various states of sleepwear. It was their day off, one of only a few where they were all gathered together.
By the time he had entered the living room, some of the members had already gathered around an irritated looking Heechul. When they saw him enter, some rushed to him too.
"Hyung, did you guys get into a fight? Why is your lip bloody?"
Hankyung touched his swollen lip, grimacing when a sting resonated through his body.
"I must have fallen or something last night."
Heechul snapped his head in Hankyung's direction. Hankyung caught his stare, chilled by the sight of the brown orbs. He then wordlessly turned and went in Siwon's direction, nudging and adjusting him until he sat in his lap, cocooned in his arms. Hankyung clicked his tongue in annoyance and went to sit by Eunhyuk and Sungmin on the floor.
Leeteuk entered the living room, his arms laden with books and papers. It was their monthly meeting about schedules. Hankyung groaned and laid himself down, wincing at the stinging pain from his back. A dull pain echoed through his head at the thought of spending hours here as Leeteuk discussed their schedules one by one. Slowly the members started drifting off as Leeteuk started with the youngest first. Ryeowook left to the kitchen, no doubt to attempt making enough food to feed them all. Donghae rushed forward and went strait to the Playstation 3, grabbing himself and Eunhyuk a controller. Hankyung merely settled back and watched them play their games, his hangover headache not completely gone.
He sighed as the sounds of the games started up, rolling onto his front and crossing his arms in front of his face. He buried his face into the crease of his elbows, willing the small throbbing in his head to go away. As he concentrated on the pain, the throbbing coupled with the steady rhythm of video game music slowly lulled him to sleep.
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He felt ribs contract under him, felt the slow expansion as the body under him took sharp breathes. He lightly touched the skin, feeling the nerves jump under his feather touches. He skimmed the rest of the stomach, taking time to dig his finger slightly into the belly button. As he felt the chuckle rumble through the chest, he angled his hips down causing a breathy moan to replace it. He felt the hardness against his belly button, his own hardness being strangled in the confines of his jeans. Yet despite the shear agony, he could not tear his hands away from the body underneath him long enough to free himself of his confines. He moaned into pink lips as bony fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans. He hissed as cold hands made contact with overheated flesh, felt lips curl into a smile above his collarbones. He let out a strangled groan as the hand constricted his length, roughly pulling and twisting. He let out a shaky breath at the sensation, feeling another hand dig into his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. He hissed into the kiss as the hand...
A sharp sting resonated through his hip, past his groin, right down to his feet causing his toes to curl with displeasure. Hankyung woke with a start and groaned loudly, clutching at his hip in pain. He felt the tears sting his eyes as Heechul towered over him, not seeming to give him any pity.
"Wake up, its your turn. Ryeowook is making breakfast too, try to eat something."
Hankyung nodded and tried to blink the tears out of his eyes. Heechul walked away, leaving Eunhyuk and Donghae shocked, their game on pause.
"Hyung, what did you do to Heechul?" Donghae's eyes were wide and confused, Eunhyuk looking at him with pity.
Hankyung could only shrug and get up, any feeling that dream may have caused irrevocably gone from his body.
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Two weeks later Hankyung still hadn't figured out what he had done. Every time he came home, Heechul had already made plans to leave. Most of the time, Hankyung was left at home by himself to ponder what he had done. The only thing he could have done would have been that night they were drunk, but from the time they left the bar to the time he had woken up he couldn't remember anything. He was sure they drank more when they got home, considering their stash of beer in the fridge was seriously depleted, but that did nothing for his situation.
Then there were the rest of the members, who were certain that something had gone wrong. They would call the house, come over, or invite them both out to eat. However, every time any of those moments occurred, Hankyung could only say one thing: "Heechul's out with Hongki right now."
Hankyung had never been so angry at the young singer before. Now, whenever Hankyung wanted to talk to Heechul to straiten this out, he was out with Hongki. Always out with Hongki. Always.
It wasn't as if he was jealous or anything, Hongki had always been there. It was just extremely irritating that Heechul was using Hongki as an excuse to not talk to him. In fact, he kind of had the urge to tie Heechul up when he was sleeping so that he would be forced to stay home for once. However, the broken bones that would result from that wouldn't really be worth it, he thinks.
The only times they really saw each other was when they had to do a schedule as Super Junior. Or on those rare days (now becoming more common) when Leeteuk would pair them together to go on a show (and as the ever meddling leader, he wants them to make up as much as Hankyung). Those times, Heechul would stare at him as if he had never seen him before, as if it was the first time really looking at him. Hankyung longed to catch his eyes, to see exactly what he was thinking, but he always chose when Hankyung was speaking to do it.
They had just finished another interview when Hankyung caught Heechul's arm. Heechul's wide eyes turned to him, but he said nothing and merely dragged the smaller man with him to their dressing room. After making sure none of the coordi noonas were in the room, he swung Heechul in and closed the door.
"Okay, you've been avoiding me for two weeks already. What gives?"
Heechul blinked very slowly and looked at him. Hankyung felt his rage boil. Heechul was looking at him with his glassy eyes, with his smirk pulling at his lips, with that on stage persona shining through. How far had this gotten that he had to be fake with him?
"I've been meaning to tell you something too Hannie. I think I'm gonna move in with Hongki next week."
Hankyung felt all the rage evaporate as the words sunk in.
"So you're going to..."
"It'll be fine Hannie, you can just move back into the dorms. I know Ryeowook misses the fact that he doesn't have you to help him cook."
Heechul waved sadly before sidestepping past Hankyung and out the door. He didn't see the first tear drop.
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That week Hankyung asked Leeteuk for as many schedules as he could give him. He took spots for other members, allowing them days off as long as he didn't have to be home. It was painful for him to have to go back and see a slowly increasing amount of suitcases at the door. Now he went past them, past Heechul who had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him, right to his room. Sometimes he would hear Heechul walk up to the door, breathing steadily on the other side, but then he would just walk away. They both had things they needed to say, but neither one was brave enough to say it first.
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Breath tickled his chest as he positioned himself between thighs. He lifted up the small body, feeling the small kisses on his face. He caught the thin lips with his own, length slowly entering the tight entrance. He felt a gasp of pain in his mouth, pausing his ministrations and making the kiss rougher, trying to distract from the feeling. He felt a small push against him and started moving forwards again. He swallowed groans of displeasure and filled the body with himself, not stopping until he was all the way in. Lips wrestled for a few minutes after until the lithe body started moving against him. He tried shallow thrusts first, making sure that it wouldn't be too painful. Nails dragged down his back, resting on his hips before hands pulled them forward. The sudden snap of his hips made moan enter his mouth, swallowed greedily by Hankyung. He set a slow pace, sporadically snapping his hips forward and swallowing all the noises escaping the lips underneath his...
Hankyung woke up in a cramped position to the sound of a door slamming. He tried to lift his arm to his stiff neck to rub it, but his hand was caught on something. He tired to pull, but nothing gave. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to blink back the sleep still caught in his vision. Slowly the figure of Heechul sitting at the foot of his bed came to focus.
"Chullie? What..why..how did...?"
Heechul smirked and stood.
"Well Hannie, now I know why you always seemed so joyful when you woke up."
Hankyung followed Heechul's gaze to his morning wood, groaning and attempting to bury his head into his arm. His eyes followed the silver chain which held his arm to the headrest. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, damning Heechul for doing this, damning his body for reacting like this, and damning those dreams most of all. Those dreams that appeared every single time he had slept for the past two weeks. He felt a hand on his foot and shook it off, slowly flexing his arms to see if they chains would give way.
"Its no use, they're titanium."
Hankyung snapped his eyes open and stared at Heechul hard, to the point where Heechul started shuffling around in a desperate attempt to escape the intense eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry okay? There was no other way, you're always gone. I'm here by myself all day but by the time you got home I was already asleep."
Hankyung's eyes narrowed, his arms pulling at the handcuffs hard enough to make his veins pop. Heechul looked scared for a minute, taking two steps back as the Chinese man mustered all the strength he had. One of the handcuffs squeaked slightly, making Heechul's eyes widen. He rushed forward and sat on Hankyung, causing the irritated man to gasp for air as it was knocked out of him.
"Look Hannie, calm down."
"You fucking calm down you god damn hypocrite!"
Heechul looked surprised, clutching at the bed sheets as Hankyung tried to buck him off.
"I tried talking to you for weeks. I tried as hard as I could, but you were always out with Hongki. You said you wanted to move in with him, fine. Now you want to talk to me? Now?"
"No, you don't understand..."
"Yeah Heechul, I don't understand. I don't fucking understand any of this. Yet you refuse to let me know exactly what the fuck is going on."
Heechul leaned down and covered Hankyung's mouth with his hand. He took a deep shuddering breath, the Chinese man dropping his eyes and watching his chest rise and fall steadily. The surge of adrenaline had passed, leaving him more tired than before. He was never a complete expert on the things that Heechul did, he hardly ever understood the guy but he usually had an inkling that proved to be right. This time there was no such thing, he was just lost, plain and simple.
"Look Hankyung, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about this, but you don't remember."
Hankyung's eyes snapped to the boy sitting on his stomach, realizing now how tired Heechul looked. Without the makeup constantly on his face, Hankyung finally saw how aged he seemed to have gotten in the past week. And what was he talking about? Hankyung remembered everything, and the older boy knew it. He would have told him so, but Heechul seemed to have read his mind and shook his head solemnly.
"You don't remember, and its driving me insane to have to see you everyday. Unlike you, I remember everything. The fact that you don't, its sort of killing me. I don't want to have to be around you hating you for not remembering. So, I'm leaving if only for a while."
" Hee, you're making no sense. What exactly don't I remember?"
Heechul laughed sadly, shaking his head. "This is what I mean, and really I'm not sure if I want you to remember. This is the kind of thing that has the potential to tear apart everything we've ever had. I would rather move out and still see you like this, happy and able to look me in the eye, than to tell you everything and rip this apart."
Heechul dug in his pocket and fished out two small silver keys. He leaned over Hankyung's head and slid the keys into the cuffs, his hands shaking as the small locks clicked. When Hankyung's hands were released, Heechul lifted himself off the Chinese man's chest and stood on his knees. Before he could swing his leg over, Hankyung had sat up and grabbed him by the waist, twirling them until Heechul was below him. Heechul gasped and tried to dislodge himself from underneath Hankyung but to no avail. He was too small and weak, Hankyung's arms creating and iron cage around him.
"Heechul, I don't care about what happened. Why are you being so selfish? You think that it can tear us apart, but what about what I think? Why won't you even tell me?"
Heechul took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. Hankyung saw a small teardrop leave the corner of his eye and sighed. Heechul had shut himself down, there would be no talking to him. He picked himself up, seeing the older boy open his eyes from the bed.
"Get out."
Heechul sat up in surprise. He opened his mouth but thought better of it. Hankyung stood facing the wall, only hearing the small creaking of the bed as Heechul stood up. Small footsteps made their way across his room and the door opened and quietly closed behind Heechul.
Now he needed to remember what Heechul was talking about. He just didn't know where to begin really. It had to do with that night they had gotten drunk, he knew that for sure. He just honestly could not think of anything the happened between the time they left the club and the time he had woken up the next day. He sighed loudly and walked to the door, noticing the lack of noise from the apartment. He already knew that Heechul had left, his keys gone from the rack they had in the hallway. Hankyung had no doubt where he was going either, the information making him want to punch something not too lightly.
Out of everything else, the fact that he always ran back to Hongki pissed him off the most. Ever since that night that he had found them both drunk out of their faces and sucking said faces off each other. It wasn't exactly jealousy, although Hankyung had no other emotion to really tie it to.
He made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the closet in the hallway. He had schedules today, and no matter what had happened at home Teukie would never forgive him for being late.
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This didn't feel right. He sat at the table by himself with one plate of Beijing fried rice. No Heechul singing some random girl group song, no Heechul dancing around with his cats, no Heechul making fun of his accent while asking for a plate of food.
He had gotten a text from Hongki at two in the morning. Heechul was drunk, too drunk to drive, and he would be staying at his house tonight.
No, it didn't feel right.
Hankyung sighed as he ate, putting down his spoon and going to the refrigerator. He pulled out one of the beers in the back and opened it, drinking harshly as the bubbles irritated his throat. He stopped only when the last gulp was taken, taking a deep breath as the cold liquid made its way down his body. He sighed and looked at the beer bottle. Nope, that wouldn't be of any help. Right now, he just wanted the world to be blank. He snatched two of the green bottles of soju hidden in the back of the vegetable drawer (strictly speaking, they weren't supposed to have this much alcohol in the apartment, but what the managers didn't know wouldn't kill them). He grabbed a cup from the cabinet and sat back down, drinking four shots for every spoonful of rice he ate.
His sight grew fuzzy as he finished the last spoonful of rice, drinking the last bit of the second bottle quickly. He put the shot glass down, hand knocking over the bottle of hot sauce. As he reached out to attempt and sit it right side up, his head throbbed. He felt hands ghosting through his hair, his scalp burning as if there was someone actually pulling it. He shook his head picked up the murky red bottle. Damn those dreams to hell, why wouldn't they stop haunting him?
He went to the fridge and pulled out another bottle of soju, before his better judgment caught up. He shouldn't be doing this, he knew better. He knew he shouldn't be drinking away his problems it never solved anything. He sighed and put the bottle back, shutting the fridge behind him. He went to the couch to lie down, hoping the buzz swarming his head wouldn't take too long to get rid of. Suddenly the ability to think clearly became extremely appealing, maybe he would be able to sort this shit out. He closed his eyes and focused on the gentle feeling of numbness overcoming his brain. A short nap should help, and with that thought he turned towards the back of the couch and fell asleep.
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Cold hands lightly lifted Hankyung's shirt, landing on his hips. He shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin. "Please, please Hannie." A breathy whine was let out as Hankyung's tongue found a nipple, sucking lightly until it became hard under his attention. Hands gripped his hips tightly, the perfectly manicured nails digging into flesh. Hankyung hissed and pulled away, gripping his hand into black hair. He dipped his hand into open jeans, relishing in the hiss that escaped swollen lips. He twisted and rolled his palm, the apartment filled with gasps and breathless moans. He tightened his grasp on hair, pulling back as he started increasing the speed of his pumping. He pulled the hair until he could see that whites of eyes, tendons pulling out of the neck as his moans became more frequent. Hankyung moved so that his knee rested between thin legs, moving in a slow rhythm that counter balanced his quick pumping. One final gasp escaped as warm liquid filled Hankyung's hand, staining designer jeans. Hankyung stood transfixed, watching the body in front of him shake and gasp with pleasure. Watching Heechul come apart at his ministrations was always worth it.
Hankyung woke up with a start as Rong Rong started barking at the door. His face and body were damp, his breathing labored. He remembered. He knew. Heechul knew. Suddenly everything became clear. The dreams weren't just random pent up sexual frustration, they were memories.
He stood quickly as he heard a key enter the front door, moving to the front door on shaky legs. He wasn't going to let this happen. He loved Heechul too much for it to be thrown away in an instant just because of that. Heechul probably hated him for it, hated the fact that he had to see the sick bastard that did that to him everyday. The doorway closed and Heechul stood on the small closet tucking away his shoes. He stood up and looked at Hankyung with wide eyes.
"Hannie? What happened..."
Hankyung rushed forward, pushing Heechul back until he collided with the front door. He pressed into the scared looking man, pushing him further into the wood of the door.
"What has gotten into--"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Realization dawned on Heechul's face, color draining, leaving him white and clammy.
"How did you find out?"
"I've been seeing it in my dreams. Ever since that night, every time I closed my eyes it would take me back. I just never saw the person's face, not until today. Why didn't you tell me?"
Heechul sighed heavily, rolling his head back so that the crown of his head touched the door, eyes facing up.
"I didn't want you to remember. If you did and you hated me for it, I wouldn't be able to go on. I can't have you hate me." His voice cracked towards the end. He took another shuddering breath as a single tear rolled down the side of his face.
"And what if I had liked it? What if I had wanted it?"
Heechul's head snapped forwards, looking at Hankyung with steel in his eyes.
"I would have still left."
Hankyung looked taken aback, voice becoming smaller as a shaking "why?" escaped his throat.
"I wouldn't want to fuck up the friendship that we had. Things like that, relationships and everything that comes with them, they don't work well for me. I...I wouldn't want to lose you."
"So this," Hankyung motioned behind him, where he knew pink suitcases were still piled by the door, "would be better? Heechul, you'd lose me either way."
Heechul pushed Hankyung away with force that alarmed the Chinese man. His bloodshot eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously.
"Well what did you want me to do? I'm terrified Hankyung, I don't think you understand how much. I don't want to be the one that messed us up. I don't want to be the one that makes things awkward when we're with the other members, when we have to do a show, or when we come home to rest."
Hankyung rushed forward again, pushing Heechul against the door and pinning his wrists above his head. He silenced an angry protest with his lips, using Heechul's surprise to his advantage as his tongue pushed past pink lips. Heechul whimpered, becoming limp against him. Hankyung dropped one arm and hooked it around Heechul's knee, bringing his leg to rest around his hip. He pressed his hips against the older male, causing another whimper to escape. He kissed him until they were both breathless, letting go and gasping for air. He let Heechul down, clutching at him as the smaller man's legs gave out against him. They stood like that for a while, relishing in the sound of their own breathing. Heechul finally regained control of his breathing and stood up, looking at Hankyung with a vulnerability he had never seen before.
"So...what now?"
"Well, we're going to get all your stuff back in your room."
Heechul nodded and pulled out his phone. "I should call Hongki."
Hankyung wrapped his hand around the phone, taking it out of Heechul's grasp and tossing it into the shoe closet on the side. Heechul saw his phone hit a pile of shoes and turned to face the Chinese man with an angry glare.
"What was that for? I have to tell him that I'm not moving."
"He can wait. First thing's first."
Heechul was about the yell again when arms wrapped around his hips and pulled him forward, flush against Hankyung. He rested his hands on broad shoulders as the Chinese man looked down on him with a small smile.
"You see Heechul, I still don't remember all that happened that night."
Heechul raised an eyebrow, smirk pulling at the sides of his lips. "Oh?"
Hankyung nodded gravely. "I'm afraid we can't do anything until I can remember all that happened."
Heechul laughed and buried his long fingers into Hankyung's hair, pulling the male forward into a kiss. He smiled against Hankyung's lips before pulling back, hands sinking lower and lower on Hankyung's body.
"It truly is a tragedy. But I'm certain we can do a couple of things to jog your memory."
The drawstring of Hankyung's sweats was undone as he pressed forward again, savoring the taste of Heechul's lips against his.
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Yeah. I honestly don't know exactly what this is.
Its just been sitting there. I figured it was a shame to have it just sitting there. FAIL!!! ;_;
Liked it? Think that I should have just gone to sleep like I had been planning to? Please, do tell~