good ideas shouldn't come from fortune cookies
Good Ideas Shouldn’t Come From Fortune Cookies
Author: catchmyambition
Rating: PG13, for language
Genre: Fluff with a bit of angst
Pairing: Kangin/Heechul
Happy early birthday
hessica!
“Shit, fuck, ugh dammit!”
I lazily opened one eye as my moron of a boyfriend (secret boyfriend, I reminded myself with an inner eye roll) kept uttering one syllable curses while gathering up his discarded clothes from the floor. And dresser. Maybe the fan. I would have complained about the less than ideal wakeup call had he not been prancing around naked. No sooner than I had sat up in bed to better enjoy the view did he shove a ball of clothes at my head.
“Here, get dressed now, we fell asleep. I told you this wasn’t a good idea, we’re meeting everyone else for dinner. And we were supposed to be there ten minutes ago. What are they going to think we’ve been doing…”
“Probably something similar to what we have been doing,” I smirked. The effect was ruined, however, by Kangin trying to simultaneously pull my shirt over my head and put on his shoes.
“Come on hyung, we’ve got to leave now,” he said, incessantly tugging at my arm.
I dug my heels deeper in the carpet as I cross my arms, mentally debating whether or not to tell Kangin a very important detail he’s missed. I weighed the consequences of not telling him versus the hilarity and decide a bit regretfully that sex is more important.
“Kangin, you might want t-”
“Aish, what is it now? We have got to be there NOW.”
“YAH, respect your hyung!”
“WHAT Heechul?”
“Nothing, nothing. If you don’t want to listen to me anyway…” I singsonged and I walked to the door.
“Just tell me, ok?”
“Well, you want to keep us a secret, right?” He nodded. “Well then there’s one thing you have to do.”
Brow furrowed, he thought for a moment before gazing back and me. “What?” he questioned.
“Wash my cum off your face,” I deadpanned.
He resembled a fish, mouth opening and closing before he shook his head and turned for the bathroom without another word.
We arrived at the restaurant about thirty minutes late. Eeteuk gave us a slightly knowing look when he walked in, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.
“Why are you two so late?” he asked, feigning innocence. Kangin turned an unflattering shade of reddish purple as he muttered something about losing track of time.
After dinner, the waitress handed each of us a fortune cookie. Curious, I opened mine. You will have to make a decision to be assertive or to simply wait. Hm.
I felt a hand stroke my thigh as Kangin laughed at something Ryeowook had said to my right.
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I couldn’t get the fortune cookie’s message out of my mind as Kangin and I sneaked around the next couple weeks. I watched the other couples and I was jealous. Not that I would ever admit it.
At breakfast, I watched Sungmin practically crawl into Kyuhyun’s lap as he fed him. Slamming my plate on the table, I sat down on between Ryeowook and Donghae as Eeteuk looked up at me.
“Are you ok?” he asked, lips turning into a frown. I could practically see the umma switch turning on in his brain.
“Fucking spiffy,” I replied as I bit into an apple.
I sat sulking, glaring daggers at Kangin, who was finding his oatmeal incredibly interesting, when I noticed a soft keening sound coming from Donghae. His foot was relentlessly tapping the foot of the bench we were sitting on, shaking the whole thing and driving me insane.
“If you don’t stop, I swear to God I - UGH!” I screamed as I looked down to find Eunhyuk giving Donghae a handjob in a way he thought must have been subtle. It wasn’t.
That was the final straw. I got up, intending to go outside, as far away from these people as possible, when I felt a hand catch my wrist, gentle but unyielding.
“Let me go Kangin.” I tried to tug my arm back, but he just pulled me closer. “I’m leaving.”
“No, just wait, we can -”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m leaving. You. I’m sick of having to hide everything when those fuckers jerk either other off under the table. Once I walk out that door, it’s over.”
Kangin immediately recoiled his hand, the rest of him frozen in place.
Eeteuk came running into the hall. “Heechul, Heechul, wait, the noonas from the Onlbam Show are coming soon and -”
I started to open the door when Kangin spoke.
“What if you aren’t all the way out the door yet?” Kangin asked as he tugged me around to face him. Not giving me time to answer, he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. Neither of us noticed that when Kangin pulled me back, he pulled the door open too. We didn’t notice the cameras capturing everything, or the shocked faces of our bandmates and the TV crew.
“…and it’s live,” Eeteuk finished lamely.
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Author: catchmyambition
Rating: PG13, for language
Genre: Fluff with a bit of angst
Pairing: Kangin/Heechul
Happy early birthday
hessica!
“Shit, fuck, ugh dammit!”
I lazily opened one eye as my moron of a boyfriend (secret boyfriend, I reminded myself with an inner eye roll) kept uttering one syllable curses while gathering up his discarded clothes from the floor. And dresser. Maybe the fan. I would have complained about the less than ideal wakeup call had he not been prancing around naked. No sooner than I had sat up in bed to better enjoy the view did he shove a ball of clothes at my head.
“Here, get dressed now, we fell asleep. I told you this wasn’t a good idea, we’re meeting everyone else for dinner. And we were supposed to be there ten minutes ago. What are they going to think we’ve been doing…”
“Probably something similar to what we have been doing,” I smirked. The effect was ruined, however, by Kangin trying to simultaneously pull my shirt over my head and put on his shoes.
“Come on hyung, we’ve got to leave now,” he said, incessantly tugging at my arm.
I dug my heels deeper in the carpet as I cross my arms, mentally debating whether or not to tell Kangin a very important detail he’s missed. I weighed the consequences of not telling him versus the hilarity and decide a bit regretfully that sex is more important.
“Kangin, you might want t-”
“Aish, what is it now? We have got to be there NOW.”
“YAH, respect your hyung!”
“WHAT Heechul?”
“Nothing, nothing. If you don’t want to listen to me anyway…” I singsonged and I walked to the door.
“Just tell me, ok?”
“Well, you want to keep us a secret, right?” He nodded. “Well then there’s one thing you have to do.”
Brow furrowed, he thought for a moment before gazing back and me. “What?” he questioned.
“Wash my cum off your face,” I deadpanned.
He resembled a fish, mouth opening and closing before he shook his head and turned for the bathroom without another word.
We arrived at the restaurant about thirty minutes late. Eeteuk gave us a slightly knowing look when he walked in, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.
“Why are you two so late?” he asked, feigning innocence. Kangin turned an unflattering shade of reddish purple as he muttered something about losing track of time.
After dinner, the waitress handed each of us a fortune cookie. Curious, I opened mine. You will have to make a decision to be assertive or to simply wait. Hm.
I felt a hand stroke my thigh as Kangin laughed at something Ryeowook had said to my right.
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
I couldn’t get the fortune cookie’s message out of my mind as Kangin and I sneaked around the next couple weeks. I watched the other couples and I was jealous. Not that I would ever admit it.
At breakfast, I watched Sungmin practically crawl into Kyuhyun’s lap as he fed him. Slamming my plate on the table, I sat down on between Ryeowook and Donghae as Eeteuk looked up at me.
“Are you ok?” he asked, lips turning into a frown. I could practically see the umma switch turning on in his brain.
“Fucking spiffy,” I replied as I bit into an apple.
I sat sulking, glaring daggers at Kangin, who was finding his oatmeal incredibly interesting, when I noticed a soft keening sound coming from Donghae. His foot was relentlessly tapping the foot of the bench we were sitting on, shaking the whole thing and driving me insane.
“If you don’t stop, I swear to God I - UGH!” I screamed as I looked down to find Eunhyuk giving Donghae a handjob in a way he thought must have been subtle. It wasn’t.
That was the final straw. I got up, intending to go outside, as far away from these people as possible, when I felt a hand catch my wrist, gentle but unyielding.
“Let me go Kangin.” I tried to tug my arm back, but he just pulled me closer. “I’m leaving.”
“No, just wait, we can -”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m leaving. You. I’m sick of having to hide everything when those fuckers jerk either other off under the table. Once I walk out that door, it’s over.”
Kangin immediately recoiled his hand, the rest of him frozen in place.
Eeteuk came running into the hall. “Heechul, Heechul, wait, the noonas from the Onlbam Show are coming soon and -”
I started to open the door when Kangin spoke.
“What if you aren’t all the way out the door yet?” Kangin asked as he tugged me around to face him. Not giving me time to answer, he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. Neither of us noticed that when Kangin pulled me back, he pulled the door open too. We didn’t notice the cameras capturing everything, or the shocked faces of our bandmates and the TV crew.
“…and it’s live,” Eeteuk finished lamely.
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