Spring-Cleaning (100 SuJu Challenge)
Theme #3: Blindfolds
Title: Spring-Cleaning
Pairing: Hankyung/Yesung
Author:
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys.
Summary: Yesung is traumatized for life after helping Hankyung clean out his wardrobe.
A quick drabble that is full of fail because I kind of rushed this out while I was at work. >_<
“What’s this supposed to be, Hankyung-hyung?” Yesung asked, his voice full of astonishment.
The two of them were alone in the dorm for today, and Hankyung had enlisted Yesung’s help in spring-cleaning his wardrobe. It was overflowing with clothes, many of which he’d never even worn, and he thought it was high time he cleared out what he didn’t want to wear, or couldn’t fit into anymore. Hankyung, always a neatness fanatic, had shuddered at the state of his wardrobe before pulling everything in it out and dumping them on the floor. Currently, both men were occupied with sorting the clothing into piles.
“I’ve never seen you wear a flashy scarf like this before. It’s… wait, it’s way too short to be a scarf. What is it?”
Hankyung, busy going through his clothing pile, barely looked up. “Hmmm?” he mumbled, mind solely focused on the Ferragamo shirt he was holding.
“Is this… God. Is this a BLINDFOLD, hyung?” Yesung asked loudly.
Hankyung jerked upright and turned startled eyes on Yesung, who was holding up a long strip of deep red silk.
“Give that back!” he yelped, snatching it from Yesung and immediately flushing a dark red.
“Why the heck would you have a blindfold, anyway?”
“Er… er… it’s not r-really mine, it’s H-Heechul’s…”
Yesung’s face scrunched up into an expression of disgust and horror. “Oh fuck, hyung, you just put some very fucking horrific visuals in my head.”
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Hankyung fidgeted, his cheeks still stained blood red. “P-please, don’t tell the others about it…”
Yesung eyed him for a few uncomfortable seconds, before sighing. “Fine. It’s not like I want to think about it and what you do with that thing ever again, anyway.”
Hankyung bit his lip and bent his head down, digging industrially through the clothes and looking to all the world like a very busy and hardworking clothing sorter.
Another half hour passed without incident, as the clothes gradually formed into two distinct piles, one which Hankyung decided were the ones he wanted to keep and the other one which, as Yesung so eloquently put it, “Dump them. Even a dog shelter wouldn’t want these things as blankets for the dogs. What were you thinking of when you bought these?”
But the short-lived peace was shattered by an outraged scream from Yesung, and as Hankyung looked up, blinking, Yesung threw something at him and it hit him - hard - right in the middle of his forehead. He looked down instinctively to see a pair of handcuffs, looking deceptively innocent in white fur, lying in his lap from where it’d bounced off his head.
Hankyung felt his blood freeze.
“Goddammit, hyung! Goddamn you to the deepest, darkest levels of hell!” Cursing and swearing, Yesung stomped out of the room. Hankyung heard one last faint yell from him. “Now I need to disinfect my hands for FOREVER!”
Hankyung put his hands in his face and groaned.
thundersquall
Word Count: 489
Rating: PG-13 (some swearing)
Title: Spring-Cleaning
Pairing: Hankyung/Yesung
Author:
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys.
Summary: Yesung is traumatized for life after helping Hankyung clean out his wardrobe.
A quick drabble that is full of fail because I kind of rushed this out while I was at work. >_<
“What’s this supposed to be, Hankyung-hyung?” Yesung asked, his voice full of astonishment.
The two of them were alone in the dorm for today, and Hankyung had enlisted Yesung’s help in spring-cleaning his wardrobe. It was overflowing with clothes, many of which he’d never even worn, and he thought it was high time he cleared out what he didn’t want to wear, or couldn’t fit into anymore. Hankyung, always a neatness fanatic, had shuddered at the state of his wardrobe before pulling everything in it out and dumping them on the floor. Currently, both men were occupied with sorting the clothing into piles.
“I’ve never seen you wear a flashy scarf like this before. It’s… wait, it’s way too short to be a scarf. What is it?”
Hankyung, busy going through his clothing pile, barely looked up. “Hmmm?” he mumbled, mind solely focused on the Ferragamo shirt he was holding.
“Is this… God. Is this a BLINDFOLD, hyung?” Yesung asked loudly.
Hankyung jerked upright and turned startled eyes on Yesung, who was holding up a long strip of deep red silk.
“Give that back!” he yelped, snatching it from Yesung and immediately flushing a dark red.
“Why the heck would you have a blindfold, anyway?”
“Er… er… it’s not r-really mine, it’s H-Heechul’s…”
Yesung’s face scrunched up into an expression of disgust and horror. “Oh fuck, hyung, you just put some very fucking horrific visuals in my head.”
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Hankyung fidgeted, his cheeks still stained blood red. “P-please, don’t tell the others about it…”
Yesung eyed him for a few uncomfortable seconds, before sighing. “Fine. It’s not like I want to think about it and what you do with that thing ever again, anyway.”
Hankyung bit his lip and bent his head down, digging industrially through the clothes and looking to all the world like a very busy and hardworking clothing sorter.
Another half hour passed without incident, as the clothes gradually formed into two distinct piles, one which Hankyung decided were the ones he wanted to keep and the other one which, as Yesung so eloquently put it, “Dump them. Even a dog shelter wouldn’t want these things as blankets for the dogs. What were you thinking of when you bought these?”
But the short-lived peace was shattered by an outraged scream from Yesung, and as Hankyung looked up, blinking, Yesung threw something at him and it hit him - hard - right in the middle of his forehead. He looked down instinctively to see a pair of handcuffs, looking deceptively innocent in white fur, lying in his lap from where it’d bounced off his head.
Hankyung felt his blood freeze.
“Goddammit, hyung! Goddamn you to the deepest, darkest levels of hell!” Cursing and swearing, Yesung stomped out of the room. Hankyung heard one last faint yell from him. “Now I need to disinfect my hands for FOREVER!”
Hankyung put his hands in his face and groaned.
thundersquall
Word Count: 489
Rating: PG-13 (some swearing)