lights, camera, action
Heechul was a pretty happy person working as an actor. Not that kind who always gets roles of someone who appears in the movie for ten seconds, Heechul was too good for that. A real actor, yes, he can pat himself for his skills, of course, just by his looks you can tell- he is born to be successful. Oh hell yes.
He had an apartment in the centre of city, pretty damn large for one person and a cat he couldn’t even recall why was bought in the first place. Maybe because he was so cute, able to make those pretty round eyes and purr so prettily. Yep, definitely that’s why.
Heechul was single. Not like he cared about that, but there were many interested in him, trying to get him with cheap tricks like if he didn’t know some himself. But mostly those are girls. Yes, girls are pretty and seducing, sexy with all those shapes of their bodies, but there is just one thing- a little thing to note- he liked boys more. Yes, yes there was no way to misheard- men. They are just so attracting, so sexy and- and yes, definitely handsome.
He had a lot of friends and two close ones with who he was comfortable enough to share any of his problems with. That was definitely enough.
In last months with a successful work on his last adventure movie, he was getting too self confident, letting the director of his next movie to convince- he is the most suitable person for the main role of his movie. He, of course, signed that without reading. What for? He’ll just waste his so precious time.
That turned out as a complete wrong idea.
“A skirt and lip gloss wearing man, who wants become a woman someday...” he read out the short description that was given. “Wait---WHAT?!” he scanned the page, read the same words out loud. So he hadn’t imagined.
Shit. Shit.
…
Shit.
But the director promised a lot of money.
Screw that money.
No, no money is a good thing. Many shiny and expensive things can be bought.
Revenge. Yes, yes.
No…!!!
Whatever, it wasn’t like he hasn’t ever wore skirt or lips gloss, fooling around to Wonder Band’s songs and scaring other people with his daring manner of doing things. Oh yes. Kim Heechul did that and a lot more and just laughed at their shocked expressions. So actually what’s wrong him now? So shocked about a damn movie? The director had insulted him, but not directly or was it a direct shot?
Damn. He needed a good party tonight; he was practically starving for that. He took out his shiny, the newest model cell phone and dialed Shiwon’s number.
“We’re having a party tonight. No. You’re having a party tonight.”
“Hee-”
“And I’m a guest. Invite as much people as you can.”
“Wh-”
“Bye, see you soon,” he hung up without listening to what ShiWon was about to ask.
And, yeah, he was mean today since he wasn’t in a good mood.
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“You have beat you own record I guess,” Heechul moved- actually elbowed- his way through the crowded club, exchanging ‘hi’ with those he was sure he knew or didn’t know well. ShiWon followed and Hankyung was soon to appear too, smiling with a glass of some alcoholic drink in his hands.
“Don’t mind to tell us why you wanted to arrange a party so fast?”
Heechul wasn’t in the right mood to do so when there was such a good atmosphere, loud music- just perfect.
“I mind.”
Hankyung was sane enough to don’t ask further, keeping his mouth shut, and ShiWon followed HeeChul’s lead to the closest table. Girls were fast to appear, gathering around to show their interest. Heechul wasn’t the person to turn down such beautiful girls and after their pleading, seducing gazes he followed them to dance floor.
Oh and that was a fun thing to do, dancing being in the middle of attention. He, Kim Heechul, officially liked the attention he got or else he would be doing as that pretty, tall man at side of the dance floor, who was not really dancing, not really standing, but something in the middle with his body merely moving along the rhythm a bit awkwardly.
Who is he?
…why I don’t know him? But who cares?
Hm--
“WHAT THE HELL?” Heechul jumped from surprise, his eyes wide as buttons already after he felt something cold coming in touch with his pants, dripping down his leg.
Oh no, my gorgeous red pants!!
His mind screamed, planning the most painful way of killing that person or cutting to pieces- small, small for his cat to eat.
The person, when he made an eye contact with him, instead didn’t feel as apologetic as he should. He really should or else there won’t be anything left after HeeChul’s perfect plan.
“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to,” he reached his hand out to swept it off his hand.
What the hell he thought he was, doing like that?
Heechul gave him the worst glare he could ever make, hissing, “Stay away from me as far as you can.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“STOP sorrying. Better think of a way how to fix this problem.”
Kill, kill
Heechul did start to clean his pants, waiting for the answer what never came, only a question from a completely different person.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Oh who are you to break in?” Heechul spat back being all in a bad mood.
“His boyfriend.”
“His boyfriend?” Heechul looked at the poor guy, the cause of this whole situation, who stared at the new come with such a round eyes like had never seen him before in his life.
“What? I’m-” he started, but the other covered his mouth with his palm, smiling a little at Heechul, and if Heechul was stupid or it was a bad comedy, he would actually fall for his words, but that was not happening. Actually, he saw no point for saying that, really, he wasn’t scared of his looks or anything of that kind.
“Sorry again, I think it’ nothing too big you can’t handle yourself.” They turned around and both left very quickly, before Heechul could actually register that.
Like some ninjas. What the fuck?!
Did they just disappear in a thin air?
“What the hell are you thinking by leaving like this?” he shouted but in the loud music is sounded like a whisper.
Shit
Screwed so screwed
A little thought of that their relationship was kind of weird did enter his mind, but who he was to mind their business? He was Heechul, and Heechul right now had a bigger problem. Shit. What was that thing he got plashed with? Alcohol? No? His thoughts went on and on like that ‘till he reached the bathroom to wash them, doing his best to elbow every person he passed just because they were in his way.
Hankyung was already in that bathroom with creepy red walls and black sinks and mirrors, ready to walk out. Heechul pulled him back in by his sleeve.
“Heechul…. Hey, Heechul,” he struggled.
“Stop chulling, I have a serious problem here.” He freed Hankyung’s arm and splashed some water from the sink on his pants to clean. What ended up as
A bad idea, bad, bad idea
“Now it looks like I had pissed in my pants.” Heechul said, turning at Hankyung who was still confused a little about the whole situation.
“Oh,” he finally understood, “Oh,” he repeated, suppressing his sudden laughter with a hand.
“Not funny you know.” That really wasn’t his fault that his front and half of his left leg was wet from weird mixture with water and something else. “Really.”
Hankyung in reply grinned wide, not anymore hiding his mouth behind his hand. Suddenly, so suddenly, that really almost scared the living crap out of Heechul, he exclaimed, “I know what you should do. I’ll be right back.” With that Hankyung rushed out.
“You crazy?” Heechul stared at him like out of his mind. With that guy certainly wasn’t something right. Did someone switched that kind-hearted Hankyung he knew, to someone with crazy skills of shocking.
“Not more than you.”
“But really… today I’m not a mood of wearing skirts. Not such a creepy skirt. Besides, where the hell you get this--- this piece of clothe?”
“Not telling you,” Hankyung refused and instead threw it for Heechul to catch. Awkwardly, that skirt landed in HeeChul’s arms as some kind of unwanted thing.
“And what I’m supposed to do with it?”
“Wear it.”
“You insane?”
“Want to walk around wet like that?” there Hankyung had a good point. Too good point for any of HeeChul’s skills to beat it with his own.
“I hate you.” Heechul gave him one last glare before trying that thing on. Hankyung chuckled lightly, but stopped, as soon Heechul looked up again.
Heechul wasn’t happy. No, no, his unhappy humming to himself couldn’t call a happy song and even his face expression didn’t say anything good. Like that he was fast to storm out of the bathroom before Hankyung. Luckily the skirt wasn’t too tight or short, or whatever what kind of problem could arise and it did not.
I want nobody, nobody but you ~~
I want nobody, nobody but you~~
nan dareun sarameun shirheo niga animyeon shirheo~~
The sound of Wonder Girl’s single reached his ears. He smiled, forgetting for a while his problems because, damn yes, he liked that song and any else. Oh yeah. When he listened to their songs he could forget anything else, just like now reaching the complete other side of club where for sure wasn’t his table.
“I want nobody, nobody but you…” he sang along the song to himself with a smile, deep in his little happy world in that moment.
He sat down, stretching his legs under the table, what came in the touch with somebody else’s. The song ended and he finally took a notice of surroundings. His eyes met with complete stranger’s eyes.
What the hell? How he get here? Why so round eyes, watching me like I’m some mysterious creature?
The stranger gave him a questioning look from his sudden appearance without saying and the way he sat down, feeling like home.
“Oh I guess I went in a wrong direction.” This seat (when he had finally got the picture of where he was) looked so far from where he actually should be that he didn’t want to move anywhere. “Hope you don’t mind me here for some time.”
“Not at all.”
“That’s just so nice from you.”
In the answer the guy just smiled like some blinding light. Heechul really didn’t care at first, but taking a second notice, looking a bit from side with a corner of his eye, how the guy took a sip of his red-colored drink, he did really look good. No, not just good- handsome. Yes, he had all the rights to call this man handsome.
“Besides, a little question from me,” the man turned back. Heechul suddenly found the table very interesting, his eyes casting low.
“Yes?” Heechul didn’t dare to look up.
What’s with me?
“Do you know who the one who arranged this party is?”
Heechul almost laughed out loud. What a stupid question was being asked. But of course he didn’t know that it was a stupid question. He was the only one. Tsh. That’s a secret here.
“How you get in then?”
“I asked first so I’m not answering to your question now,” he crossed his arms over his chest, sinking in his seat, watching Heechul.
Heechul smiled by the way it appeared cute in his eyes. “Smart. I know actually. A friend of mine- ShiWon.”
“And then a friend of mine who knows your friend invited me. I answered your question and you mine- let’s have a drink.” He sat up straight and handed Heechul another glass aside from his.
It was creepy enough for Heechul to understand from where he got the drink, since he was pretty sure- no- really sure that there wasn’t any other on the table before. He wouldn’t be surprised, that he had missed something in this whole situation, but it wasn’t that bad thing actually and his mood was brightening.
Hey, yes, really… oh wow
A silence fell upon them, what wasn’t an actual silence in all this noise of people and music mixed in one. Not too annoying since Heechul liked that kind of places to forget about anything else with the right people and drinks. He had a drink and the person sitting opposite him wasn’t a bad company.
He wondered and wondered,
Is this guy going to ask me something or not? Definitely I can’t find any words. Crap. Is this going to become awkward or what? No way. It can’t! I eliminate such a possibility!
Heechul turned his attention to him, their eyes met for the second time this evening.
“What’s your name?”
Yes, yes, yes, finally asked.
“Heechul.”
“And mine is Zhoumi,” he smiled wide, adding afterwards, “So unusual for a girl.”
“Wh-” Heechul was fast to cover his surprise with a smile, “oh, everything in me is unusual. Believe me,” Heechul said with a wink, and so he got an idea.