[oneshot] just like that.
just like that.
pg-13. jungmin/heechul.
it was just a one time thing. that's all it would ever be.
942 words.
jungmin didn't know what it was exactly that had attracted him to heechul -- or if anything really drew him in to the older man at all -- but he found himself in a motel room in downtown seoul with said man, out of breath and staring up at the ceiling while heechul had a lit cigarette between his fingers, looking anywhere but him.
he grimaced, nose scrunching up at the smell. "you shouldn't do that, you know. it's not good for you."
heechul snorted. "you aren't my mother -- thank god for that -- so please, don't tell me what i should and shouldn't do, princess. i'm sure you've done it before, considering your...bandmates." he raised an eyebrow.
jungmin had a feeling that was an insult, but he didn't really care right now. he shut his eyes and let out a sigh. "i haven't, actually, but whatever you wanna think." he murmured.
"look." the smell of smoke became a lot closer than it was before and jungmin's eyes snapped open as he winced.
"christ, hyung, put it out." he managed to hiss.
heechul smirked and leaned forward, exhaling. "not a chance." his lips pressed against the younger man's.
jungmin uttered a squeak and broke apart, eyes wide. "what are you---"
heechul sighed, trailing his free hand down bare skin. "you don't want a repeat of what we just did?" he murmured. "i...quite enjoyed it. especially the noises you made." he whispered.
jungmin's face flushed in embarrassment. "fuck off." he muttered. "it was just a one time thing, heechul." he said under his breath. "you were the sober one who took me, the drunk one, here."
heechul's eyes narrowed as he stood up straight, walking over to the doors that led to the balcony. he tossed the cigarette out into the dark night and laughed. "you still willingly did it, jungmin ah." he shrugged his shoulders.
jungmin attempted a glare, sitting up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "it's four in the morning and i don't know about you, but i want some sleep." he snapped.
heechul laughed again. "beauty sleep, right?" he smirked. "sleep, i'm not stopping you." he shrugged his shoulders.
he was given a wary look but jungmin went back to laying down on the bed, turning onto his side as his eyes drifted shut.
the older man only let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. this probably hadn't been the best of ideas, he'd admit. super junior and ss501 were at some godforsaken event which held some alcohol and he'd noticed the second youngest of the latter band looking quite tipsy.
he'd be lying if he said he didn't take advantage of the situation but hell, it didn't matter. jungmin was quite a clingy drunk, laughing obnoxiously and grabbing his arm and randomly blurting out that he was pretty, too pretty to be a man and he was going on and on about random shit and heechul could have sworn he was talking in at least three languages at once. he had to shut him up some way.
he'd always had a sort of infatuation with the younger man. he didn't know how to explain it, it was just there. of course, he was heechul and he'd kissed his fair share of men (the majority of who were his bandmates after all, but those were little details), but he'd always wondered what his supposed ss501 counterpart kissed like.
damn good, to be honest. and he craved more. but jungmin was right, it was just a one time thing. he'd made that obvious earlier (the name kyujong being cried out rang loud and clear in his mind) and he'd be damned if it actually hurt a bit. he was kim heechul, he didn't get all lovesick and fucking hurt by a stupid man. a stupid beautiful man, nontheless, but still.
heechul's eyes roamed the room, spotting numerous articles of clothing strewn about. an ashtray lay on a table near the small television and his fingers itched for another cigarette but that had been the last one in the pack he'd found in the motel's bathroom.
a quiet curse escaped his lips and a shaking hand ran through his hair again. he shook his head and walked to the bed, pulling the covers aside. he slid in beside the younger man and he knew it was creepy to stare but he couldn't help it. heechul always praised his own looks, but....
subconsciously, a hand raised and brushed dark brown hair out of jungmin's closed eyes. he licked his dry lips and trailed his fingers lightly down the younger man's face.
jungmin let out a small whine in his sleep, turning his head a tiny bit to bury it into the pillow.
heechul jerked his hand away and swallowed, a "fuck" tumbling out of his mouth without much thought.
he knew jungmin thought of him as a self-obsessed bastard, he knew he shouldn't care. he never cared what people thought, never.
heechul squeezed his eyes shut. he knew once jungmin woke up with one hell of a hangover and accused him of numerous things, he'd leave and it'd be just like before -- they'd see each other at random events, barely speak. the usual.
he wouldn't be surprised to wake up and find jungmin gone, with no trace at all that he'd been there. the thought (he'd only admit it to himself) hurt the tiniest bit and he wondered, time and time again, what was so fucking special about park jungmin that caused him to act this way.
he guessed he'd never find out.
I'm contemplating on whether or not it should be a oneshot, but for now it is. :D This was written for gween_taiyou who wanted a malchul with a lot of things that I tried to put in rofl. :3 I've also never written Heechul (or anyone from any other fandom, really, besides SS501 tbh) so I dunno how it turned out...there's also no beta either so any mistakes are on me lol. x_x;
Read and comment, please? :)
pg-13. jungmin/heechul.
it was just a one time thing. that's all it would ever be.
942 words.
jungmin didn't know what it was exactly that had attracted him to heechul -- or if anything really drew him in to the older man at all -- but he found himself in a motel room in downtown seoul with said man, out of breath and staring up at the ceiling while heechul had a lit cigarette between his fingers, looking anywhere but him.
he grimaced, nose scrunching up at the smell. "you shouldn't do that, you know. it's not good for you."
heechul snorted. "you aren't my mother -- thank god for that -- so please, don't tell me what i should and shouldn't do, princess. i'm sure you've done it before, considering your...bandmates." he raised an eyebrow.
jungmin had a feeling that was an insult, but he didn't really care right now. he shut his eyes and let out a sigh. "i haven't, actually, but whatever you wanna think." he murmured.
"look." the smell of smoke became a lot closer than it was before and jungmin's eyes snapped open as he winced.
"christ, hyung, put it out." he managed to hiss.
heechul smirked and leaned forward, exhaling. "not a chance." his lips pressed against the younger man's.
jungmin uttered a squeak and broke apart, eyes wide. "what are you---"
heechul sighed, trailing his free hand down bare skin. "you don't want a repeat of what we just did?" he murmured. "i...quite enjoyed it. especially the noises you made." he whispered.
jungmin's face flushed in embarrassment. "fuck off." he muttered. "it was just a one time thing, heechul." he said under his breath. "you were the sober one who took me, the drunk one, here."
heechul's eyes narrowed as he stood up straight, walking over to the doors that led to the balcony. he tossed the cigarette out into the dark night and laughed. "you still willingly did it, jungmin ah." he shrugged his shoulders.
jungmin attempted a glare, sitting up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "it's four in the morning and i don't know about you, but i want some sleep." he snapped.
heechul laughed again. "beauty sleep, right?" he smirked. "sleep, i'm not stopping you." he shrugged his shoulders.
he was given a wary look but jungmin went back to laying down on the bed, turning onto his side as his eyes drifted shut.
the older man only let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. this probably hadn't been the best of ideas, he'd admit. super junior and ss501 were at some godforsaken event which held some alcohol and he'd noticed the second youngest of the latter band looking quite tipsy.
he'd be lying if he said he didn't take advantage of the situation but hell, it didn't matter. jungmin was quite a clingy drunk, laughing obnoxiously and grabbing his arm and randomly blurting out that he was pretty, too pretty to be a man and he was going on and on about random shit and heechul could have sworn he was talking in at least three languages at once. he had to shut him up some way.
he'd always had a sort of infatuation with the younger man. he didn't know how to explain it, it was just there. of course, he was heechul and he'd kissed his fair share of men (the majority of who were his bandmates after all, but those were little details), but he'd always wondered what his supposed ss501 counterpart kissed like.
damn good, to be honest. and he craved more. but jungmin was right, it was just a one time thing. he'd made that obvious earlier (the name kyujong being cried out rang loud and clear in his mind) and he'd be damned if it actually hurt a bit. he was kim heechul, he didn't get all lovesick and fucking hurt by a stupid man. a stupid beautiful man, nontheless, but still.
heechul's eyes roamed the room, spotting numerous articles of clothing strewn about. an ashtray lay on a table near the small television and his fingers itched for another cigarette but that had been the last one in the pack he'd found in the motel's bathroom.
a quiet curse escaped his lips and a shaking hand ran through his hair again. he shook his head and walked to the bed, pulling the covers aside. he slid in beside the younger man and he knew it was creepy to stare but he couldn't help it. heechul always praised his own looks, but....
subconsciously, a hand raised and brushed dark brown hair out of jungmin's closed eyes. he licked his dry lips and trailed his fingers lightly down the younger man's face.
jungmin let out a small whine in his sleep, turning his head a tiny bit to bury it into the pillow.
heechul jerked his hand away and swallowed, a "fuck" tumbling out of his mouth without much thought.
he knew jungmin thought of him as a self-obsessed bastard, he knew he shouldn't care. he never cared what people thought, never.
heechul squeezed his eyes shut. he knew once jungmin woke up with one hell of a hangover and accused him of numerous things, he'd leave and it'd be just like before -- they'd see each other at random events, barely speak. the usual.
he wouldn't be surprised to wake up and find jungmin gone, with no trace at all that he'd been there. the thought (he'd only admit it to himself) hurt the tiniest bit and he wondered, time and time again, what was so fucking special about park jungmin that caused him to act this way.
he guessed he'd never find out.
I'm contemplating on whether or not it should be a oneshot, but for now it is. :D This was written for gween_taiyou who wanted a malchul with a lot of things that I tried to put in rofl. :3 I've also never written Heechul (or anyone from any other fandom, really, besides SS501 tbh) so I dunno how it turned out...there's also no beta either so any mistakes are on me lol. x_x;
Read and comment, please? :)