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A Thing for Heechul
Title: A Thing for Heechul
Pairing:HANCHUL HANCHUL HANCHUL HANCHUL HANCHUL Oh who knows =\
Genre: fluff, romance, tiny flashes of angst (nothing big)
Rating: R
Summary: Heechul is like a blizzard, a storm that rages, an addiction that Hankyung doesn't want to get over. Heechul is Heechul and no one can change that.
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mangorika and for the rest of the hanchul fans out there. Don't let the OTP die.
A/N: woooh because obviously this plus this plus this equals this hanchul fic. That is how my head works and Geng is just gorgeous and amazing so wooh go hanchul fics. And because I love that little fan girl I had to put her in here. So here is a nice short fic only 5,486 words long =)
Heechul makes his head hurt, Hankyung decides, makes his head hurt, his ears hurt, everything hurt. There is something about Heechul that just drives him half crazy, maybe more than half. As if it weren’t bad enough that Hankyung has to deal with seventy cats back at their apartment.
Okay so maybe not seventy, but one cat was enough, why have two? But, of course, since Heechul has to have a cat, and since Hankyung is way too nice to say no, (not that he didn’t try), they have a cat. And because one cat is never enough, Heechul went and got two. And of course Hankyung was understanding, so understanding in fact, that he went and got a dog.
That was what he was carrying back now, a tiny dog with white fur and an adorable yelp. It was cute and Hankyung named him Rong Rong, because, well, he was just creative like that. It wasn’t like he was getting the dog, specifically, to annoy Heechul. No, that would be too perfect. He was just getting the dog because it was cute and if it just happened to annoy Heechul then, well that was just an added bonus.
It wasn’t like Heechul made his life any easier. There was too much drama, too much wild abandon. Heechul was like a blizzard, wild, out of control, and so very appealing when looked at from far away. Heechul was beautiful, too pretty for even Hankyung’s head. There were those eyes, big, dark eyes that were filled with amusement most of the time. Then that mouth.
Heechul’s mouth was Hankyung’s greatest fascination. It was amazing how a single movement of lips could have Hankyung on the point of strangling another human being. And at the same time, those lips, the way that tongue peaked from the corner of Heechul’s mouth, whether on purpose or not Hankyung wasn’t sure. There was just something intriguing about the way Heechul smiled or well, smirked. Those lips forever curled up into some semblance of mockery.
It wasn’t that Heechul was constantly poking fun at him either, no, that just happened to be the way Heechul was. If anything, Heechul was calmest when he was with Hankyung and there was yet to be another person who could talk Heechul out of his room at five in the morning because Henry’s car had broken down and he needed someone to drive him to work. Of course Hankyung could have gone alone, but then why give up the chance to get Heechul all worked up?
Hankyung felt that he put up with enough. He had to deal with Heechul every day because somewhere on that drunken night he had agreed that buying an apartment and living there while they went to school was a good idea. They’d gone through two years at school and Hankyung wasn’t sure how many more he could handle.
***
Heechul was Hankyung’s personal blizzard and Heechul just proved it every single day. Like a blizzard, Heechul was annoying, sometimes so very much, especially if you were trying to drive to work and there were feet of snow piled everywhere, or in this case, complaining cat owners going on and on about how their cats were allergic to dogs.
“Hankyung!”
Hankyung smirks and goes back to his book because he has been pretending that he is deaf for the past half hour and it is working.
“Hankyung! Are you paying attention to me?” Heechul yells his voice getting closer.
Hankyung takes a minute to enjoy the last page to his chapter. He closes the book and marvels at how he managed to get his hands on that. It’s not his typical read, especially not when the poor heartbroken young man intent on revenge reminds him of himself. And that wild, crazy gang leader is way too Heechul for his liking, or well, Heechul on drugs and with his personality modified exponentially. Hankyung can see Heechul being that crazy, if Heechul were indeed insane and a gang leader, but of course he wouldn’t be the one pining, it’d be Heechul.
Not that he likes Heechul or anything because he doesn’t. He just wouldn’t be the one pining that’s all. He does like that the main character has the other man wrapped round his finger, even if it’s just for revenge. He’d like to have Heechul wrapped around his finger, again, not because he likes Heechul, but because Heechul would be easier to deal with if he were addle brained with desire. Of course, just to make sure that the nonexistent beings in his head understood, it wasn’t because Hankyung liked Heechul other than as a best friend. It was just because it would be a practical way to control Heechul.
“Hankyung, what the hell is that rat with fur doing in my room?” Heechul all but screeches as he comes into the living room where Hankyung is having his mental battle.
“What rat?” Hankyung asks. “We don’t have rats. I clean this place enough. We’d never have rats.”
“There is this thing in my room. It’s small and white and it’s yelping. Where did you get it? I don’t want it in here. Get rid of it. It almost killed Heebum.”
“Oh, you mean Rong Rong.” Hankyung says watching how Heechul coos at the cat in his arms.
The little dog barks and comes running into the room, almost falling in his haste to get to Hankyung. Hankyung blinks because he just hadn’t realized how ridiculously adorable the poor thing was. He picks it up and the puppy settles in his arms.
“Get that thing out of here.” Heechul says backing away and glaring at the little dog.
Heebum seems just as put out as Heechul and Hankyung is proud of his good work. He lets the puppy settle into his arms and glances at Heebum who is giving him a death glare. Yup, Hankyung thinks, someone else needs attention. In his opinion Heebum is too pampered and having a dog around will be good for him.
Of course when he tells Heechul this, there is a silence followed by Heechul shoving him out the door and slamming said door in his face. This of course means that Heechul has locked the door with Hankyung’s keys still in it and he has no way of getting back in. Hankyung stares at the puppy in his arms who just settles down and yawns.
Annoying does not even begin to cover what Heechul is Hankyung thinks as he walks over to Siwon’s place. He crashes there for the night and the next morning when he’s heading out for class, he finds Heechul standing right outside Siwon’s door looking oddly flustered.
“Heechul-ah?” Hankyung asks because he is just as surprised to see Heechul there as Heechul probably is.
“Here are your keys. Give me the rat with fur. I’ll take him back to the apartment.” Heechul says. “And, I’m not doing this because I need you or anything, because you are annoying and I hate your dog. But, I figured since we bought the damn apartment together, we might as well share.”
Hankyung laughs and Heechul glares at him. “Give me the stupid dog and get to class jerk. I’m not doing this because I feel guilty. Who the hell runs away in the middle of the night with no shoes on anyway?”
Hankyung smirks, picks up Rong Rong and hands him over. “He needs a walk. Ten minutes at least and make sure he gets food before you go to class. He likes his water lukewarm and his food shouldn’t go over the line in the bowl because he won’t eat it. Oh and I’ll need a ride after school because I need to give Siwon back his clothes, so if you don’t mind I’ll be going now.”
Heechul mutters something that sounds a lot like annoying, but Hankyung is already flying down the stairs and he is glad he’s so fast because when Heechul gets angry, those yells, those yells could pierce ear drums.
***
Heechul is like a drug, addicting, and deadly. Hankyung knows this because he has lived with Heechul two years and he knows he is addicted. He is addicted to the way Heechul rushes about the world, bursting with energy, wild and lovely, addicted to the breathless state he is in whenever he is with Heechul. This isn’t a secret.
Hankyung has always felt this way. That is why he has been trying all this time to calm Heechul, to find a way to bind him down. But, he knows it won’t work, because Heechul is a flurry of action. Heechul is wonderful whirlwinds of emotions and Hankyung knows he won’t ever be able to pin Heechul down.
He can’t because if he did then Heechul wouldn’t be Heechul, wouldn’t wander with wild abandon, catching Hankyung off guard. But, Heechul has caught him off guard, catches him off guard one day when they’re supposed to be studying.
“Hannie, what are we?” Heechul asks.
Hankyung chokes on his juice. When he’s done he looks up and there is Heechul watching him with a look Hankyung can’t quite place in those eyes. It’s the look, the one Hankyung loves, the one he has seen so many times in Heechul’s eyes. It’s the look that reeled Hankyung in, the look that gave him his first taste of Heechul. It is that look that first got him hooked on the drug that is Heechul.
“We’re friends, right?” Hankyung asks because, yes, he wants a daily fix of Heechul, but he is not going to be the one to admit to this. Addictions, after all, are not something to be proud of.
Heechul chews on his pen and looks down at their book, something about the history of some country or other, probably Korea since that’s where they were last time Hankyung checked. The look in Heechul’s eyes is calculating, concentrated as if he’s trying to figure something out.
“Friends?” Heechul asks finally looking up.
Hankyung nods because, yes, they are friends.
“What is a friend then?” Heechul asks.
Hankyung frowns. “Well, Heechul-ah, friends are those things you keep in your pockets and ignore then go running to when you need them.”
Heechul scoffs. “Then I guess you and I aren’t friends then.”
Hankyung blinks. “Nope, I guess we’re not.”
“I don’t think I ever wanted to be your friend.” Heechul says as he gets up and walks away.
And how can Hankyung not be addicted to that? How can he not want more? How can he not wonder, not come back? Heechul is like that, giving hints, pulling away, letting Hankyung have a taste and never giving enough.
He is left sitting there, gazing after Heechul. He counts to ten and then Heechul is back. There is a look in his eyes that Hankyung hasn’t seen before. He blinks and that’s pretty much all he can do before Heechul leans down and presses their lips together. The kiss goes on for a beat too long and Hankyung responds, almost too fast, one hand tangling in Heechul’s hair, the other on Heechul’s hips.
He knows what to do because he wants this, has wanted this since the minute Heechul agreed to move in with him. Hankyung doesn’t know where it happened, somewhere between the snarky remarks, the bickering, somewhere along the way Heechul became necessary for his happiness, necessary, like only drugs can become.
Hankyung knows how hard it is to overcome an addiction, has seen his father overcome one particular addiction and he knows it takes time, knows it can hurt. But, Hankyung doesn’t know if he wants to be cured of this addiction, this wild beauty that is Heechul. He doesn’t think he can be cured. No one can be cured once they’ve had a taste of Heechul.
***
Heechul is like an itch, frustrating to the point of driving Hankyung insane. Heechul is like an addiction, so hard to get rid of. Heechul is like a blizzard, freezing cold. Hankyung knows all of this and still it hurts, it hurts when he sees how cold Heechul can be and how helpless he is when it comes to Heechul.
Like today, the very next day, after the kiss. Hankyung learns how frustrating this Kim Heechul can be.
“Hey Hankyung hyung,” a young boy named Kyuhyun says running up to him. “Heechul is being weird again, can you go get him?”
“Weird?” Hankyung asks but follows Kyuhyun anyway. “Weird how?”
“He’s all over Sungmin and he really shouldn’t be.” Kyuhyun says and Hankyung smiles at the slight annoyance in the other boy’s tone.
He smiles until he sees Heechul practically on Sungmin’s lap, lips so close together that they could be kissing.
“Heechul!”
Heechul turns to him smirk playing on his lips. “Oh hi Hannie.”
“What are you doing?” Hankyung asks.
Heechul shrugs, pulls himself off Sungmin and shakes his head. “Nothing.”
Hankyung watches as Heechul walks away, stopping by the door to blow a kiss at Sungmin. Hankyung stares after him wondering when the hell this happened. And it doesn’t end there. The next day Heechul is on Zhou Mi’s lap. The day after that he is pulling Siwon along, talking to him, leaning against him, way too close. A few days after that it’s Sungmin again and Hankyung has run out patience.
He is irritated, angry and frustrated as hell. He’s sitting in the living room listening as Heechul talks to Sungmin. He can hear everything Heechul is saying even from where Heechul is in his room.
“You want me to come over? Okay, I’ll be right there. Make room for me on your bed.”
Hankyung seethes in silence. He watches Heechul as he comes into the living room, dressed up and ready to go. When Heechul walks by him Hankyung’s hand automatically reaches out latching onto Heechul’s wrist.
“What the hell are you doing Hannie?” Heechul asks. “I have to go see Sungmin.”
“You don’t have to see anyone especially not at this hour.” Hankyung says not lessening his grip on Heechul’s wrist.
“Yes I do. Now let go.”
Hankyung doesn’t let go. He can’t because he’s seen Heechul with too many guys. First Sungmin, then Zhou Mi, then Siwon and now Sungmin again. He can’t let go of Heechul because he’s seen enough and he keeps replaying the stupid kiss he and Heechul shared and he can’t get it out of his head.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Hankyung says again his tone final.
“Says who?”
Hankyung looks at Heechul’s smug face, at the way he’s challenging Hankyung. Those eyes, that mouth and that’s all it takes for Hankyung to pull Heechul against him, their lips molding together. Heechul falls into it much faster and easier than Hankyung expected and it’s liberation, eternal freedom. It’s him falling and taking Heechul with him.
“It took you long enough.” Heechul sighs when they pull apart falling right into Hankyung’s arms again.
“You could have just said something. You didn’t have to go make Kyuhyun angry at you.” Hankyung says pulling Heechul down on the couch with him.
Heechul snorts. “He wouldn’t have done anything about liking Sungmin any other way.”
Hankyung frowns. “Was this about Sungmin and Kyuhyun?”
Heechul smirks. “Of course. What did you think it was about?”
Yes, Heechul is frustrating, will probably always be, but Hankyung can forgive him because he finally knows where that itch is. It’s right there next to him, curled up against his side, watching TV with him. It is right there shoving Rong Rong off Hankyung’s lap and settling down himself. Yes, Heechul is frustrating, but Hankyung has dealt with worse and really what is a little frustration compared to the warm feeling he gets every time he catches Heechul glaring at Rong Rong on Hankyung’s other side.
***
Heechul is unpredictable like life in general. Hankyung doesn’t know what to expect with Heechul or with life. He never knows what to expect. So he certainly isn’t expecting the small girl that walks in front of them when they’re outside going for a walk.
The girl is small and she’s wearing red heels, sunglasses and a blond wig. But, the thing that catches Hankyung’s attention and has him leaning backwards trying to get a good look at her, is the leather jacket she’s wearing. He swears he just saw GengHee written on the back in Chinese characters.
“Heechul-ah, did you see that girl?” Hankyung asks because someone needs to confirm what he just saw.
“What girl?” Heechul asks.
“The one with the jacket that said GengHee.”
Heechul snorts. “Honestly, the things you say sometimes.”
Hankyung says nothing more about it. They go home, but he can’t let go of the feeling that yes, he did just see what he thought he saw. He is sitting in the living room trying to piece together what he saw and Heechul is in the room, doing who knows what. Hankyung really didn’t ask, not after Heechul dumped him in the middle of their walk because he had to get something.
“Hankyung I need you in here for a second.” Heechul calls from their room because obviously they only have one room now. The other one is Rong Rong’s and Heebum’s.
Hankyung walks into the room and almost runs out. “No way!”
Heechul is sitting on the bed, smirk painted on his face, wearing the very same clothes that Hankyung saw on that small girl in the street. Black leather jacket, blond wig, sunglasses. It’s the same outfit and Hankyung realizes what is going on.
“You paid her to do it didn’t you?” Hankyung states more than asks.
Heechul smirks moving up on the bed, knowing that he has Hankyung’s attention, knowing perfectly well exactly how the jacket rides up. Hankyung stares because really what can you do when your boyfriend looks hot and amazing dressed as the girl you always knew he could be.
“Girls must really hate you.” Hankyung says climbing on the bed after Heechul.
He can’t take his eyes away from the other man. It is this unpredictability that has always amazed him, captured him, made him want to stay forever. Heechul could never bore you. There would never be enough of Heechul in Hankyung’s life.
“Girls do hate me.” Heechul says unbuttoning the first button on the jacket. “And I didn’t pay her. She said she would do it for me.”
Hankyung makes a noise that he hopes sounds like agreement, but he’s too concentrated on working off the buttons on Heechul’s jacket to really listen.
“Lady GengHee huh?”
“I figured since your Hangul is atrocious, you’d need it in Mandarin.” Heechul breathes, head lolling back against the headboard as Hankyung’s fingers brush against his skin.
“I can speak Hangul.” Hankyung says letting Heechul’s jacket fall open as he moves to pull down the tights.
Heechul leans up, the jacket falling down his shoulders slightly as he leans up to unbutton Hankyung’s shirt. Hankyung shoves Heechul’s hands away, pulling the shirt off himself and then his pants.
“Turn around.” Hankyung orders.
Heechul reaches over to pull off the jacket, but Hankyung doesn’t let him.
“On your knees. Leave the jacket on.”
Hankyung recognizes the wild look in Heechul’s eyes. He’s seen it before, knows that it means that Heechul likes where this is going. Hankyung has Heechul moaning under him and he knows there is nothing more beautiful than the sight before him. There is nothing more beautiful than Heechul with his head thrown back, mouth slightly open as he pants Hankyung’s name. Nothing more beautiful than having Heechul shaking under him, making small whining noises as he pushes back against Hankyung.
The words on the back of the jacket are staring at him. Yes, Heechul is his, will always be his. Yes, this is new and different and he likes it. Yes, Heechul is Heechul and Hankyung loves the unpredictability that that ensures.
***
Heechul is like a storm, out of control, wild and insane. He is the storm in Hankyung’s heart, the wind that is sometimes strong to the point of suffocation. And like any storm, he is unpredictable, sometimes curling up on the couch next to Hankyung, sometimes laughing it up with some guy at a bar and sometimes yelling so hard, both on opposite ends of the room, faces red.
It is times like these, when Heechul is flirting with a guy and Hankyung is just too tired to play along, it is then that they end up in their apartment, faces red, anger so hot and thick that it feels like they are drowning. It is a night like tonight.
Heechul is sitting at the bar when the guy comes over to him. Hankyung does nothing because he knows this game. Heechul will turn to the man and smile, maybe get a free drink or two and then come over to Hankyung and kiss him until they’re both breathless. Then, they’ll laugh because that’s how this works. Heechul loves to play, but he’ll always come to Hankyung in the end.
That doesn’t happen tonight. Tonight, Heechul not only accepts the drink, but the invitation to dance. Hankyung blinks because obviously there is something missing here. No one informed him that dancing involved so much touching. Oh, sure, he’s been pressed up against Heechul like that, but that was him and not some other guy who doesn’t seem to understand what personal space is.
And Heechul.
The worst part of all of this is that Hankyung can’t bring himself to take his eyes away from Heechul. It’s like Heechul is sucking him in with the way he moves those hips, the way he bites his lip, the way those eyes scream I know you want me at the wrong person. Wild, crazy and so fucking beautiful.
Hankyung knows that he shouldn’t be angry because he’s never angry. But, when the man’s hands slip low on Heechul’s back and when Heechul lets out that sort of strangled moan, he can’t stop himself. He’s on the dance floor, hands gripping Heechul’s wrist and yes, he is angry. Heechul knows it too, but only laughs as Hankyung pulls him out of the club and out into the street.
They don’t talk and Heechul looks pissed. Hankyung knows why. It’s because Heechul is like that. One minute he’s laughing, making fun of Hankyung and the next he’s annoyed that Hankyung pulled him out of the club, probably angry soon since Hankyung is still angry himself and he is not letting this go. They say nothing as they walk back to their apartment. It’s cold and Hankyung knows that this is just making Heechul angrier.
They say nothing as they climb into the elevator, say nothing as Hankyung opens the door, say nothing as they take off their shoes. Hankyung is walking off into his room, saying nothing as he closes the door behind him. He knows they should talk but he isn’t ready yet. If he opens his mouth now, he’s going to end up yelling at Heechul and they don’t need that.
Heechul, of course, has other ideas and Hankyung has just fallen into bed when the door to his room slams open.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Heechul asks and Hankyung can’t tell if he’s angry or not.
“I’m in my room.” Hankyung answers. “I am going to shower then I’m going to bed.”
“What was that back there?” Heechul asks.
“What was what?” Hankyung says because he is not going to make this easy.
“You know fucking well what.”
Hankyung turns around eyes blazing and he sees Heechul recoil. “What do you mean what was that? Are you blind? Did you not see how close you two were? Do you not know who you belong to?”
“You are a fucking idiot.” Heechul growls his eyes dark and angry.
“Fuck you.” Hankyung says just as angry. “Fuck it then. If you think it’s so fucking stupid then fine. I don’t always have patience Heechul.”
They glare at each other, the tension high, the room almost rustling with the electricity that is flowing between them. No, Hankyung does not have patience and he doesn’t want to hear it. He knows he’s never actually come to this. He never curses at Heechul.
“What did you say?” Heechul asks voice low and dangerous.
“I said fuck you.” Hankyung answers. “Fuck—”
He doesn’t get to finish because Heechul is throwing himself at Hankyung. Hankyung’s head hits the wall, but he can’t be bothered to care, because Heechul is climbing all over him, legs wrapping around Hankyung’s waist as Heechul kisses him, hard, hands pulling on his hair. It’s not soft and it’s not easy. It’s all about hurting. Hankyung realizes as Heechul pulls away, his lips painted red with someone’s blood.
“Mine.” Heechul says. “And don’t you dare fucking curse at me again.”
Hankyung pulls Heechul’s head back down. They walk blindly, Hankyung aiming for Heechul’s room, their room, but he can’t see where they’re going. Heechul’s hands are too busy with his shirt and they end up on the living room couch. Hankyung drops Heechul on it and climbs over him yanking off clothes.
There is no time for patience today. They’ve eaten away whatever patience there was and Hankyung just wants to get this done with because even though he wants to pretend like it doesn’t matter, having Heechul so close to someone else does weird things to him. So, he yanks his shirt off, pulls on Heechul’s hair to sit him up and bring their mouths together.
Heechul moans pushing hard against Hankyung’s mouth and then Hankyung has him up and is half dragging Heechul to their room. There is a lot of muffled cursing as they make their way to the room. Heechul’s nails are digging into Hankyung’s skin and there are a lot of teeth in their kissing. But, it doesn’t matter because teeth leave marks and marks are what Hankyung wants.
Hankyung throws Heechul on the bed and yanks off whatever else is left on him. It’s hard and rough and fast and Hankyung is as breathless as Heechul. The noises they’re both making sound more like animalistic growls than anything human, but Hankyung can’t be bothered to care because Heechul needs to know that he is angry and that he doesn’t forgive that easily. The grip he has on Heechul’s hip is going to leave a bruise, but Heechul asked for it and Hankyung is too far gone to really remember much.
They come with cries, yells, screams, scratches, bites. There is an edge to everything and when Hankyung is lying there, Heechul shoves him off and onto his back. Hankyung wants to say something but then Heechul is over him, biting down hard on his neck, sucking a bruise into being.
But, it’s okay because yes, he does belong to Heechul and the marks on Heechul’s skin mark him as Hankyung’s. Hankyung goes the next week wearing the bruise on his neck proudly and it pays off in more ways than one. Every time Heechul catches someone looking at it, Hankyung finds himself shoved into the nearest empty room and he doesn’t mind much what happens after.
Heechul is like a storm carrying Hankyung away. A storm that rages and destroys things, sometimes taking away Hankyung’s breath at other times making him wish that it would leave for just a minute, but Hankyung has become addicted to that too. Yes, Heechul is dangerous sometimes with the control he has over Hankyung, but he can’t forget that he has control too.
***
Heechul is like a sunset, beautiful, perfect and just so breathtakingly precious. Sunsets don’t happen every second of every day. They only come once a day, 365 days a year, sometimes 366. But, that is all. Of all the days in Hankyung’s life, he has only seen six, maybe seven sunsets and even fewer sunrises.
Sunsets are like Heechul because even if the sunsets came first, Heechul will insist that everything be compared to him. So, sunsets are like Heechul because they’ve been there ever since Hankyung was born, but he has only seen them a miniscule amount of time compared to the time he went without them.
Sunsets are like Heechul because as the sky darkens, there is always that sliver of light, that mesh of colors, that beautiful end that signals a new beginning. It is like Heechul and what Hankyung feels for him, what they’ve been through, what they have yet to go through.
Like the colors of a sunset, that’s what their love is. Red for the number of times they’ve been angry, the number of times they’ve been wrapped in passion, desire so strong it ate away at them, only to bind them together even further. Red like the time Heechul dyed his hair. Red like the marks on their skin, the scratches down Hankyung’s back. Red is the fire that burns between them, strong, so strong that even from opposite ends of the Earth, they would still be able to feel it. Red is like their hearts.
The dark blue of the sky is like Heebum’s fur, like Heechul’s eyes that time he tried contacts. The blue is the mystery between them, the secrets they hide from others, the ones they share. It’s the signal to the end of their day, the signal that tomorrow is a new day. It’s that mystery that surrounds them, the not knowing what tomorrow will bring. And it is okay, because not knowing is what makes it worth it. Hankyung doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but that’s okay because as long as there is Heechul then tomorrow can come and go, as long as there is Heechul, nothing else really matters.
“Hankyung?” Heechul calls coming out onto the roof. “What are you doing here?”
Hankyung looks over at Heechul. He’s standing by the doorway wearing that long shirt with Tom and Jerry on the front and his loose pants.
“I’m watching the sunset.” Hankyung answers patting the space next to him.
“I am not sitting on the floor.” Heechul says.
Hankyung opens his mouth to complain about Heechul’s princess complex when said princess falls on his lap.
“Oomph.” Hankyung says as all the air in his lungs is knocked out.
Heechul says nothing, just settles more comfortably on his lap. Hankyung takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around Heechul, resting his chin on Heechul’s shoulder, the long hair tickling his nose.
“Why are you wearing your pajamas already?” Hankyung asks just because he can already see the roll of eyes from Heechul as he explains.
“Obviously because I’m going to go into one of my writing periods and there is no sleeping when that happens. And I need to be comfortable and it’s also my armor. No touching me until I’m done writing. If you need help, have Rong Rong do something. You can borrow Heebum too.”
Hankyung laughs because he knows this. They have one more year to go at the university and Heechul is already working on his novel. Hankyung knows what these writing periods consist of, he’s been witness to more than one. Heechul will go back downstairs, sit at his laptop, typing away until he gets frustrated, then he’ll take a pen and paper and write until that bores him too. Then, he’ll drag Hankyung into the room and make him type up what he’s written. Hankyung will sit and do it, then Heechul will dictate and Hankyung will continue typing, giving suggestions which Heechul will ignore.
Then, Hankyung will say something that will get Heechul all worked up and he’ll get shoved off the chair while Heechul types away. It is that moment, the one where Heechul is off in his own world, fingers working away, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, that Hankyung most looks forward to. It is where he gets to watch Heechul without interruptions, where he gets to see who this man is, where he realizes that, yes, he will forever love this man, love the way he pulls and pushes, love the way they disagree, the way Heechul can be too loud, too cold, love everything because without all of that, Heechul wouldn’t be Heechul.
Of course, Heechul will look up eventually and Hankyung has yet to figure out what exactly he looks like and what is it about the way he watches Heechul that leads to what always happens next. Heechul will look up and catch Hankyung’s eyes and there will be this look in those dark eyes, a look that will warm Hankyung up from head to toe. And Heechul will get up, forgetting all about what he was writing and he’ll climb onto Hankyung’s lap, lips brushing gently against Hankyung’s, hands caressing.
It is a moment that Hankyung always looks forward to because it is then that he can tell, for real, without any inhibitions, without any disguise, that Heechul loves him as much as he loves Heechul. It is then that they fall into bed together, lips brushing, hands gentle, it is then that they really truly love. And Hankyung can never get tired of that. He can wait, can put up with all of Heechul’s insecurities, with all of Heechul’s whims, all of the teasing, all of the jealousy, because no matter what Heechul does, he loves Hankyung.
So, he knows that he has to enjoy this moment, because even though he knows what is to come, there is a long way to go, there is still so much to do and Heechul has been known to go off for days, eating only because Hankyung feeds him.
“I don’t want Rong Rong traumatized more than he is already.” Hankyung whispers his lips brushing the back of Heechul’s neck.
Heechul represses a shudder, but they are too close for Hankyung not to notice.
“Maybe I should get a girlfriend for when you get like this.” Hankyung muses.
Heechul turns around, legs wrapping as best as they can around Hankyung’s waist as they sit there on the floor.
“Maybe you should.” Heechul whispers, his lips so close that Hankyung can almost taste that every essence that is Heechul.
“You won’t let me.” Hankyung breathes easing up off the floor.
Heechul holds on to his shoulders and leans down biting down on the lobe of Hankyung’s ear. “Damn right I won’t so you’d better not want one.”
Hankyung laughs, his steps more urgent as they make their way one floor down. Their door is unlocked, no reason to lock it here and as they stumble back into the apartment, Heechul is the one who leans down to close it.
Hankyung hasn’t let go of Heechul, doesn’t as they make their way to the bedroom. He can’t let go of Heechul. He won’t let go because frankly, Hankyung has always had a thing for Heechul.
A/N: A special wonderful thanks to my amazing fishy daughter who I love and who makes an adorable beta and who I hope doesn't get eaten by a frogzaboomafoo76 . And now...OMFG someone shoot me! D: what is this ridiculous fluff nonsense??? OMG Andi look what you did to meeee!! First the yewon and then because of the Yewon I had to go write Hanchul and would you look at that!!! FLUFF I think this qualifies as fluff. Ugh what is all this sappy romantic nonsense. OTL someone should be nice to me and write me some Hanchul, like hot, steamy Hanchul to make up for my nonsense. On the other hand! I WROTE HANCHUL AND IT WAS NICE BECAUSE I LIKED IT AND IT MADE ME HAPPY AND I WILL FOREVER LOVE THAT FAN GIRL SO HUGS AND KISSES TO HER!!!
Pairing:
Genre: fluff, romance, tiny flashes of angst (nothing big)
Rating: R
Summary: Heechul is like a blizzard, a storm that rages, an addiction that Hankyung doesn't want to get over. Heechul is Heechul and no one can change that.
Notes: For
mangorika and for the rest of the hanchul fans out there. Don't let the OTP die. A/N: woooh because obviously this plus this plus this equals this hanchul fic. That is how my head works and Geng is just gorgeous and amazing so wooh go hanchul fics. And because I love that little fan girl I had to put her in here. So here is a nice short fic only 5,486 words long =)
Heechul makes his head hurt, Hankyung decides, makes his head hurt, his ears hurt, everything hurt. There is something about Heechul that just drives him half crazy, maybe more than half. As if it weren’t bad enough that Hankyung has to deal with seventy cats back at their apartment.
Okay so maybe not seventy, but one cat was enough, why have two? But, of course, since Heechul has to have a cat, and since Hankyung is way too nice to say no, (not that he didn’t try), they have a cat. And because one cat is never enough, Heechul went and got two. And of course Hankyung was understanding, so understanding in fact, that he went and got a dog.
That was what he was carrying back now, a tiny dog with white fur and an adorable yelp. It was cute and Hankyung named him Rong Rong, because, well, he was just creative like that. It wasn’t like he was getting the dog, specifically, to annoy Heechul. No, that would be too perfect. He was just getting the dog because it was cute and if it just happened to annoy Heechul then, well that was just an added bonus.
It wasn’t like Heechul made his life any easier. There was too much drama, too much wild abandon. Heechul was like a blizzard, wild, out of control, and so very appealing when looked at from far away. Heechul was beautiful, too pretty for even Hankyung’s head. There were those eyes, big, dark eyes that were filled with amusement most of the time. Then that mouth.
Heechul’s mouth was Hankyung’s greatest fascination. It was amazing how a single movement of lips could have Hankyung on the point of strangling another human being. And at the same time, those lips, the way that tongue peaked from the corner of Heechul’s mouth, whether on purpose or not Hankyung wasn’t sure. There was just something intriguing about the way Heechul smiled or well, smirked. Those lips forever curled up into some semblance of mockery.
It wasn’t that Heechul was constantly poking fun at him either, no, that just happened to be the way Heechul was. If anything, Heechul was calmest when he was with Hankyung and there was yet to be another person who could talk Heechul out of his room at five in the morning because Henry’s car had broken down and he needed someone to drive him to work. Of course Hankyung could have gone alone, but then why give up the chance to get Heechul all worked up?
Hankyung felt that he put up with enough. He had to deal with Heechul every day because somewhere on that drunken night he had agreed that buying an apartment and living there while they went to school was a good idea. They’d gone through two years at school and Hankyung wasn’t sure how many more he could handle.
***
Heechul was Hankyung’s personal blizzard and Heechul just proved it every single day. Like a blizzard, Heechul was annoying, sometimes so very much, especially if you were trying to drive to work and there were feet of snow piled everywhere, or in this case, complaining cat owners going on and on about how their cats were allergic to dogs.
“Hankyung!”
Hankyung smirks and goes back to his book because he has been pretending that he is deaf for the past half hour and it is working.
“Hankyung! Are you paying attention to me?” Heechul yells his voice getting closer.
Hankyung takes a minute to enjoy the last page to his chapter. He closes the book and marvels at how he managed to get his hands on that. It’s not his typical read, especially not when the poor heartbroken young man intent on revenge reminds him of himself. And that wild, crazy gang leader is way too Heechul for his liking, or well, Heechul on drugs and with his personality modified exponentially. Hankyung can see Heechul being that crazy, if Heechul were indeed insane and a gang leader, but of course he wouldn’t be the one pining, it’d be Heechul.
Not that he likes Heechul or anything because he doesn’t. He just wouldn’t be the one pining that’s all. He does like that the main character has the other man wrapped round his finger, even if it’s just for revenge. He’d like to have Heechul wrapped around his finger, again, not because he likes Heechul, but because Heechul would be easier to deal with if he were addle brained with desire. Of course, just to make sure that the nonexistent beings in his head understood, it wasn’t because Hankyung liked Heechul other than as a best friend. It was just because it would be a practical way to control Heechul.
“Hankyung, what the hell is that rat with fur doing in my room?” Heechul all but screeches as he comes into the living room where Hankyung is having his mental battle.
“What rat?” Hankyung asks. “We don’t have rats. I clean this place enough. We’d never have rats.”
“There is this thing in my room. It’s small and white and it’s yelping. Where did you get it? I don’t want it in here. Get rid of it. It almost killed Heebum.”
“Oh, you mean Rong Rong.” Hankyung says watching how Heechul coos at the cat in his arms.
The little dog barks and comes running into the room, almost falling in his haste to get to Hankyung. Hankyung blinks because he just hadn’t realized how ridiculously adorable the poor thing was. He picks it up and the puppy settles in his arms.
“Get that thing out of here.” Heechul says backing away and glaring at the little dog.
Heebum seems just as put out as Heechul and Hankyung is proud of his good work. He lets the puppy settle into his arms and glances at Heebum who is giving him a death glare. Yup, Hankyung thinks, someone else needs attention. In his opinion Heebum is too pampered and having a dog around will be good for him.
Of course when he tells Heechul this, there is a silence followed by Heechul shoving him out the door and slamming said door in his face. This of course means that Heechul has locked the door with Hankyung’s keys still in it and he has no way of getting back in. Hankyung stares at the puppy in his arms who just settles down and yawns.
Annoying does not even begin to cover what Heechul is Hankyung thinks as he walks over to Siwon’s place. He crashes there for the night and the next morning when he’s heading out for class, he finds Heechul standing right outside Siwon’s door looking oddly flustered.
“Heechul-ah?” Hankyung asks because he is just as surprised to see Heechul there as Heechul probably is.
“Here are your keys. Give me the rat with fur. I’ll take him back to the apartment.” Heechul says. “And, I’m not doing this because I need you or anything, because you are annoying and I hate your dog. But, I figured since we bought the damn apartment together, we might as well share.”
Hankyung laughs and Heechul glares at him. “Give me the stupid dog and get to class jerk. I’m not doing this because I feel guilty. Who the hell runs away in the middle of the night with no shoes on anyway?”
Hankyung smirks, picks up Rong Rong and hands him over. “He needs a walk. Ten minutes at least and make sure he gets food before you go to class. He likes his water lukewarm and his food shouldn’t go over the line in the bowl because he won’t eat it. Oh and I’ll need a ride after school because I need to give Siwon back his clothes, so if you don’t mind I’ll be going now.”
Heechul mutters something that sounds a lot like annoying, but Hankyung is already flying down the stairs and he is glad he’s so fast because when Heechul gets angry, those yells, those yells could pierce ear drums.
***
Heechul is like a drug, addicting, and deadly. Hankyung knows this because he has lived with Heechul two years and he knows he is addicted. He is addicted to the way Heechul rushes about the world, bursting with energy, wild and lovely, addicted to the breathless state he is in whenever he is with Heechul. This isn’t a secret.
Hankyung has always felt this way. That is why he has been trying all this time to calm Heechul, to find a way to bind him down. But, he knows it won’t work, because Heechul is a flurry of action. Heechul is wonderful whirlwinds of emotions and Hankyung knows he won’t ever be able to pin Heechul down.
He can’t because if he did then Heechul wouldn’t be Heechul, wouldn’t wander with wild abandon, catching Hankyung off guard. But, Heechul has caught him off guard, catches him off guard one day when they’re supposed to be studying.
“Hannie, what are we?” Heechul asks.
Hankyung chokes on his juice. When he’s done he looks up and there is Heechul watching him with a look Hankyung can’t quite place in those eyes. It’s the look, the one Hankyung loves, the one he has seen so many times in Heechul’s eyes. It’s the look that reeled Hankyung in, the look that gave him his first taste of Heechul. It is that look that first got him hooked on the drug that is Heechul.
“We’re friends, right?” Hankyung asks because, yes, he wants a daily fix of Heechul, but he is not going to be the one to admit to this. Addictions, after all, are not something to be proud of.
Heechul chews on his pen and looks down at their book, something about the history of some country or other, probably Korea since that’s where they were last time Hankyung checked. The look in Heechul’s eyes is calculating, concentrated as if he’s trying to figure something out.
“Friends?” Heechul asks finally looking up.
Hankyung nods because, yes, they are friends.
“What is a friend then?” Heechul asks.
Hankyung frowns. “Well, Heechul-ah, friends are those things you keep in your pockets and ignore then go running to when you need them.”
Heechul scoffs. “Then I guess you and I aren’t friends then.”
Hankyung blinks. “Nope, I guess we’re not.”
“I don’t think I ever wanted to be your friend.” Heechul says as he gets up and walks away.
And how can Hankyung not be addicted to that? How can he not want more? How can he not wonder, not come back? Heechul is like that, giving hints, pulling away, letting Hankyung have a taste and never giving enough.
He is left sitting there, gazing after Heechul. He counts to ten and then Heechul is back. There is a look in his eyes that Hankyung hasn’t seen before. He blinks and that’s pretty much all he can do before Heechul leans down and presses their lips together. The kiss goes on for a beat too long and Hankyung responds, almost too fast, one hand tangling in Heechul’s hair, the other on Heechul’s hips.
He knows what to do because he wants this, has wanted this since the minute Heechul agreed to move in with him. Hankyung doesn’t know where it happened, somewhere between the snarky remarks, the bickering, somewhere along the way Heechul became necessary for his happiness, necessary, like only drugs can become.
Hankyung knows how hard it is to overcome an addiction, has seen his father overcome one particular addiction and he knows it takes time, knows it can hurt. But, Hankyung doesn’t know if he wants to be cured of this addiction, this wild beauty that is Heechul. He doesn’t think he can be cured. No one can be cured once they’ve had a taste of Heechul.
***
Heechul is like an itch, frustrating to the point of driving Hankyung insane. Heechul is like an addiction, so hard to get rid of. Heechul is like a blizzard, freezing cold. Hankyung knows all of this and still it hurts, it hurts when he sees how cold Heechul can be and how helpless he is when it comes to Heechul.
Like today, the very next day, after the kiss. Hankyung learns how frustrating this Kim Heechul can be.
“Hey Hankyung hyung,” a young boy named Kyuhyun says running up to him. “Heechul is being weird again, can you go get him?”
“Weird?” Hankyung asks but follows Kyuhyun anyway. “Weird how?”
“He’s all over Sungmin and he really shouldn’t be.” Kyuhyun says and Hankyung smiles at the slight annoyance in the other boy’s tone.
He smiles until he sees Heechul practically on Sungmin’s lap, lips so close together that they could be kissing.
“Heechul!”
Heechul turns to him smirk playing on his lips. “Oh hi Hannie.”
“What are you doing?” Hankyung asks.
Heechul shrugs, pulls himself off Sungmin and shakes his head. “Nothing.”
Hankyung watches as Heechul walks away, stopping by the door to blow a kiss at Sungmin. Hankyung stares after him wondering when the hell this happened. And it doesn’t end there. The next day Heechul is on Zhou Mi’s lap. The day after that he is pulling Siwon along, talking to him, leaning against him, way too close. A few days after that it’s Sungmin again and Hankyung has run out patience.
He is irritated, angry and frustrated as hell. He’s sitting in the living room listening as Heechul talks to Sungmin. He can hear everything Heechul is saying even from where Heechul is in his room.
“You want me to come over? Okay, I’ll be right there. Make room for me on your bed.”
Hankyung seethes in silence. He watches Heechul as he comes into the living room, dressed up and ready to go. When Heechul walks by him Hankyung’s hand automatically reaches out latching onto Heechul’s wrist.
“What the hell are you doing Hannie?” Heechul asks. “I have to go see Sungmin.”
“You don’t have to see anyone especially not at this hour.” Hankyung says not lessening his grip on Heechul’s wrist.
“Yes I do. Now let go.”
Hankyung doesn’t let go. He can’t because he’s seen Heechul with too many guys. First Sungmin, then Zhou Mi, then Siwon and now Sungmin again. He can’t let go of Heechul because he’s seen enough and he keeps replaying the stupid kiss he and Heechul shared and he can’t get it out of his head.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Hankyung says again his tone final.
“Says who?”
Hankyung looks at Heechul’s smug face, at the way he’s challenging Hankyung. Those eyes, that mouth and that’s all it takes for Hankyung to pull Heechul against him, their lips molding together. Heechul falls into it much faster and easier than Hankyung expected and it’s liberation, eternal freedom. It’s him falling and taking Heechul with him.
“It took you long enough.” Heechul sighs when they pull apart falling right into Hankyung’s arms again.
“You could have just said something. You didn’t have to go make Kyuhyun angry at you.” Hankyung says pulling Heechul down on the couch with him.
Heechul snorts. “He wouldn’t have done anything about liking Sungmin any other way.”
Hankyung frowns. “Was this about Sungmin and Kyuhyun?”
Heechul smirks. “Of course. What did you think it was about?”
Yes, Heechul is frustrating, will probably always be, but Hankyung can forgive him because he finally knows where that itch is. It’s right there next to him, curled up against his side, watching TV with him. It is right there shoving Rong Rong off Hankyung’s lap and settling down himself. Yes, Heechul is frustrating, but Hankyung has dealt with worse and really what is a little frustration compared to the warm feeling he gets every time he catches Heechul glaring at Rong Rong on Hankyung’s other side.
***
Heechul is unpredictable like life in general. Hankyung doesn’t know what to expect with Heechul or with life. He never knows what to expect. So he certainly isn’t expecting the small girl that walks in front of them when they’re outside going for a walk.
The girl is small and she’s wearing red heels, sunglasses and a blond wig. But, the thing that catches Hankyung’s attention and has him leaning backwards trying to get a good look at her, is the leather jacket she’s wearing. He swears he just saw GengHee written on the back in Chinese characters.
“Heechul-ah, did you see that girl?” Hankyung asks because someone needs to confirm what he just saw.
“What girl?” Heechul asks.
“The one with the jacket that said GengHee.”
Heechul snorts. “Honestly, the things you say sometimes.”
Hankyung says nothing more about it. They go home, but he can’t let go of the feeling that yes, he did just see what he thought he saw. He is sitting in the living room trying to piece together what he saw and Heechul is in the room, doing who knows what. Hankyung really didn’t ask, not after Heechul dumped him in the middle of their walk because he had to get something.
“Hankyung I need you in here for a second.” Heechul calls from their room because obviously they only have one room now. The other one is Rong Rong’s and Heebum’s.
Hankyung walks into the room and almost runs out. “No way!”
Heechul is sitting on the bed, smirk painted on his face, wearing the very same clothes that Hankyung saw on that small girl in the street. Black leather jacket, blond wig, sunglasses. It’s the same outfit and Hankyung realizes what is going on.
“You paid her to do it didn’t you?” Hankyung states more than asks.
Heechul smirks moving up on the bed, knowing that he has Hankyung’s attention, knowing perfectly well exactly how the jacket rides up. Hankyung stares because really what can you do when your boyfriend looks hot and amazing dressed as the girl you always knew he could be.
“Girls must really hate you.” Hankyung says climbing on the bed after Heechul.
He can’t take his eyes away from the other man. It is this unpredictability that has always amazed him, captured him, made him want to stay forever. Heechul could never bore you. There would never be enough of Heechul in Hankyung’s life.
“Girls do hate me.” Heechul says unbuttoning the first button on the jacket. “And I didn’t pay her. She said she would do it for me.”
Hankyung makes a noise that he hopes sounds like agreement, but he’s too concentrated on working off the buttons on Heechul’s jacket to really listen.
“Lady GengHee huh?”
“I figured since your Hangul is atrocious, you’d need it in Mandarin.” Heechul breathes, head lolling back against the headboard as Hankyung’s fingers brush against his skin.
“I can speak Hangul.” Hankyung says letting Heechul’s jacket fall open as he moves to pull down the tights.
Heechul leans up, the jacket falling down his shoulders slightly as he leans up to unbutton Hankyung’s shirt. Hankyung shoves Heechul’s hands away, pulling the shirt off himself and then his pants.
“Turn around.” Hankyung orders.
Heechul reaches over to pull off the jacket, but Hankyung doesn’t let him.
“On your knees. Leave the jacket on.”
Hankyung recognizes the wild look in Heechul’s eyes. He’s seen it before, knows that it means that Heechul likes where this is going. Hankyung has Heechul moaning under him and he knows there is nothing more beautiful than the sight before him. There is nothing more beautiful than Heechul with his head thrown back, mouth slightly open as he pants Hankyung’s name. Nothing more beautiful than having Heechul shaking under him, making small whining noises as he pushes back against Hankyung.
The words on the back of the jacket are staring at him. Yes, Heechul is his, will always be his. Yes, this is new and different and he likes it. Yes, Heechul is Heechul and Hankyung loves the unpredictability that that ensures.
***
Heechul is like a storm, out of control, wild and insane. He is the storm in Hankyung’s heart, the wind that is sometimes strong to the point of suffocation. And like any storm, he is unpredictable, sometimes curling up on the couch next to Hankyung, sometimes laughing it up with some guy at a bar and sometimes yelling so hard, both on opposite ends of the room, faces red.
It is times like these, when Heechul is flirting with a guy and Hankyung is just too tired to play along, it is then that they end up in their apartment, faces red, anger so hot and thick that it feels like they are drowning. It is a night like tonight.
Heechul is sitting at the bar when the guy comes over to him. Hankyung does nothing because he knows this game. Heechul will turn to the man and smile, maybe get a free drink or two and then come over to Hankyung and kiss him until they’re both breathless. Then, they’ll laugh because that’s how this works. Heechul loves to play, but he’ll always come to Hankyung in the end.
That doesn’t happen tonight. Tonight, Heechul not only accepts the drink, but the invitation to dance. Hankyung blinks because obviously there is something missing here. No one informed him that dancing involved so much touching. Oh, sure, he’s been pressed up against Heechul like that, but that was him and not some other guy who doesn’t seem to understand what personal space is.
And Heechul.
The worst part of all of this is that Hankyung can’t bring himself to take his eyes away from Heechul. It’s like Heechul is sucking him in with the way he moves those hips, the way he bites his lip, the way those eyes scream I know you want me at the wrong person. Wild, crazy and so fucking beautiful.
Hankyung knows that he shouldn’t be angry because he’s never angry. But, when the man’s hands slip low on Heechul’s back and when Heechul lets out that sort of strangled moan, he can’t stop himself. He’s on the dance floor, hands gripping Heechul’s wrist and yes, he is angry. Heechul knows it too, but only laughs as Hankyung pulls him out of the club and out into the street.
They don’t talk and Heechul looks pissed. Hankyung knows why. It’s because Heechul is like that. One minute he’s laughing, making fun of Hankyung and the next he’s annoyed that Hankyung pulled him out of the club, probably angry soon since Hankyung is still angry himself and he is not letting this go. They say nothing as they walk back to their apartment. It’s cold and Hankyung knows that this is just making Heechul angrier.
They say nothing as they climb into the elevator, say nothing as Hankyung opens the door, say nothing as they take off their shoes. Hankyung is walking off into his room, saying nothing as he closes the door behind him. He knows they should talk but he isn’t ready yet. If he opens his mouth now, he’s going to end up yelling at Heechul and they don’t need that.
Heechul, of course, has other ideas and Hankyung has just fallen into bed when the door to his room slams open.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Heechul asks and Hankyung can’t tell if he’s angry or not.
“I’m in my room.” Hankyung answers. “I am going to shower then I’m going to bed.”
“What was that back there?” Heechul asks.
“What was what?” Hankyung says because he is not going to make this easy.
“You know fucking well what.”
Hankyung turns around eyes blazing and he sees Heechul recoil. “What do you mean what was that? Are you blind? Did you not see how close you two were? Do you not know who you belong to?”
“You are a fucking idiot.” Heechul growls his eyes dark and angry.
“Fuck you.” Hankyung says just as angry. “Fuck it then. If you think it’s so fucking stupid then fine. I don’t always have patience Heechul.”
They glare at each other, the tension high, the room almost rustling with the electricity that is flowing between them. No, Hankyung does not have patience and he doesn’t want to hear it. He knows he’s never actually come to this. He never curses at Heechul.
“What did you say?” Heechul asks voice low and dangerous.
“I said fuck you.” Hankyung answers. “Fuck—”
He doesn’t get to finish because Heechul is throwing himself at Hankyung. Hankyung’s head hits the wall, but he can’t be bothered to care, because Heechul is climbing all over him, legs wrapping around Hankyung’s waist as Heechul kisses him, hard, hands pulling on his hair. It’s not soft and it’s not easy. It’s all about hurting. Hankyung realizes as Heechul pulls away, his lips painted red with someone’s blood.
“Mine.” Heechul says. “And don’t you dare fucking curse at me again.”
Hankyung pulls Heechul’s head back down. They walk blindly, Hankyung aiming for Heechul’s room, their room, but he can’t see where they’re going. Heechul’s hands are too busy with his shirt and they end up on the living room couch. Hankyung drops Heechul on it and climbs over him yanking off clothes.
There is no time for patience today. They’ve eaten away whatever patience there was and Hankyung just wants to get this done with because even though he wants to pretend like it doesn’t matter, having Heechul so close to someone else does weird things to him. So, he yanks his shirt off, pulls on Heechul’s hair to sit him up and bring their mouths together.
Heechul moans pushing hard against Hankyung’s mouth and then Hankyung has him up and is half dragging Heechul to their room. There is a lot of muffled cursing as they make their way to the room. Heechul’s nails are digging into Hankyung’s skin and there are a lot of teeth in their kissing. But, it doesn’t matter because teeth leave marks and marks are what Hankyung wants.
Hankyung throws Heechul on the bed and yanks off whatever else is left on him. It’s hard and rough and fast and Hankyung is as breathless as Heechul. The noises they’re both making sound more like animalistic growls than anything human, but Hankyung can’t be bothered to care because Heechul needs to know that he is angry and that he doesn’t forgive that easily. The grip he has on Heechul’s hip is going to leave a bruise, but Heechul asked for it and Hankyung is too far gone to really remember much.
They come with cries, yells, screams, scratches, bites. There is an edge to everything and when Hankyung is lying there, Heechul shoves him off and onto his back. Hankyung wants to say something but then Heechul is over him, biting down hard on his neck, sucking a bruise into being.
But, it’s okay because yes, he does belong to Heechul and the marks on Heechul’s skin mark him as Hankyung’s. Hankyung goes the next week wearing the bruise on his neck proudly and it pays off in more ways than one. Every time Heechul catches someone looking at it, Hankyung finds himself shoved into the nearest empty room and he doesn’t mind much what happens after.
Heechul is like a storm carrying Hankyung away. A storm that rages and destroys things, sometimes taking away Hankyung’s breath at other times making him wish that it would leave for just a minute, but Hankyung has become addicted to that too. Yes, Heechul is dangerous sometimes with the control he has over Hankyung, but he can’t forget that he has control too.
***
Heechul is like a sunset, beautiful, perfect and just so breathtakingly precious. Sunsets don’t happen every second of every day. They only come once a day, 365 days a year, sometimes 366. But, that is all. Of all the days in Hankyung’s life, he has only seen six, maybe seven sunsets and even fewer sunrises.
Sunsets are like Heechul because even if the sunsets came first, Heechul will insist that everything be compared to him. So, sunsets are like Heechul because they’ve been there ever since Hankyung was born, but he has only seen them a miniscule amount of time compared to the time he went without them.
Sunsets are like Heechul because as the sky darkens, there is always that sliver of light, that mesh of colors, that beautiful end that signals a new beginning. It is like Heechul and what Hankyung feels for him, what they’ve been through, what they have yet to go through.
Like the colors of a sunset, that’s what their love is. Red for the number of times they’ve been angry, the number of times they’ve been wrapped in passion, desire so strong it ate away at them, only to bind them together even further. Red like the time Heechul dyed his hair. Red like the marks on their skin, the scratches down Hankyung’s back. Red is the fire that burns between them, strong, so strong that even from opposite ends of the Earth, they would still be able to feel it. Red is like their hearts.
The dark blue of the sky is like Heebum’s fur, like Heechul’s eyes that time he tried contacts. The blue is the mystery between them, the secrets they hide from others, the ones they share. It’s the signal to the end of their day, the signal that tomorrow is a new day. It’s that mystery that surrounds them, the not knowing what tomorrow will bring. And it is okay, because not knowing is what makes it worth it. Hankyung doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but that’s okay because as long as there is Heechul then tomorrow can come and go, as long as there is Heechul, nothing else really matters.
“Hankyung?” Heechul calls coming out onto the roof. “What are you doing here?”
Hankyung looks over at Heechul. He’s standing by the doorway wearing that long shirt with Tom and Jerry on the front and his loose pants.
“I’m watching the sunset.” Hankyung answers patting the space next to him.
“I am not sitting on the floor.” Heechul says.
Hankyung opens his mouth to complain about Heechul’s princess complex when said princess falls on his lap.
“Oomph.” Hankyung says as all the air in his lungs is knocked out.
Heechul says nothing, just settles more comfortably on his lap. Hankyung takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around Heechul, resting his chin on Heechul’s shoulder, the long hair tickling his nose.
“Why are you wearing your pajamas already?” Hankyung asks just because he can already see the roll of eyes from Heechul as he explains.
“Obviously because I’m going to go into one of my writing periods and there is no sleeping when that happens. And I need to be comfortable and it’s also my armor. No touching me until I’m done writing. If you need help, have Rong Rong do something. You can borrow Heebum too.”
Hankyung laughs because he knows this. They have one more year to go at the university and Heechul is already working on his novel. Hankyung knows what these writing periods consist of, he’s been witness to more than one. Heechul will go back downstairs, sit at his laptop, typing away until he gets frustrated, then he’ll take a pen and paper and write until that bores him too. Then, he’ll drag Hankyung into the room and make him type up what he’s written. Hankyung will sit and do it, then Heechul will dictate and Hankyung will continue typing, giving suggestions which Heechul will ignore.
Then, Hankyung will say something that will get Heechul all worked up and he’ll get shoved off the chair while Heechul types away. It is that moment, the one where Heechul is off in his own world, fingers working away, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, that Hankyung most looks forward to. It is where he gets to watch Heechul without interruptions, where he gets to see who this man is, where he realizes that, yes, he will forever love this man, love the way he pulls and pushes, love the way they disagree, the way Heechul can be too loud, too cold, love everything because without all of that, Heechul wouldn’t be Heechul.
Of course, Heechul will look up eventually and Hankyung has yet to figure out what exactly he looks like and what is it about the way he watches Heechul that leads to what always happens next. Heechul will look up and catch Hankyung’s eyes and there will be this look in those dark eyes, a look that will warm Hankyung up from head to toe. And Heechul will get up, forgetting all about what he was writing and he’ll climb onto Hankyung’s lap, lips brushing gently against Hankyung’s, hands caressing.
It is a moment that Hankyung always looks forward to because it is then that he can tell, for real, without any inhibitions, without any disguise, that Heechul loves him as much as he loves Heechul. It is then that they fall into bed together, lips brushing, hands gentle, it is then that they really truly love. And Hankyung can never get tired of that. He can wait, can put up with all of Heechul’s insecurities, with all of Heechul’s whims, all of the teasing, all of the jealousy, because no matter what Heechul does, he loves Hankyung.
So, he knows that he has to enjoy this moment, because even though he knows what is to come, there is a long way to go, there is still so much to do and Heechul has been known to go off for days, eating only because Hankyung feeds him.
“I don’t want Rong Rong traumatized more than he is already.” Hankyung whispers his lips brushing the back of Heechul’s neck.
Heechul represses a shudder, but they are too close for Hankyung not to notice.
“Maybe I should get a girlfriend for when you get like this.” Hankyung muses.
Heechul turns around, legs wrapping as best as they can around Hankyung’s waist as they sit there on the floor.
“Maybe you should.” Heechul whispers, his lips so close that Hankyung can almost taste that every essence that is Heechul.
“You won’t let me.” Hankyung breathes easing up off the floor.
Heechul holds on to his shoulders and leans down biting down on the lobe of Hankyung’s ear. “Damn right I won’t so you’d better not want one.”
Hankyung laughs, his steps more urgent as they make their way one floor down. Their door is unlocked, no reason to lock it here and as they stumble back into the apartment, Heechul is the one who leans down to close it.
Hankyung hasn’t let go of Heechul, doesn’t as they make their way to the bedroom. He can’t let go of Heechul. He won’t let go because frankly, Hankyung has always had a thing for Heechul.
A/N: A special wonderful thanks to my amazing fishy daughter who I love and who makes an adorable beta and who I hope doesn't get eaten by a frog
zaboomafoo76 . And now...OMFG someone shoot me! D: what is this ridiculous fluff nonsense??? OMG Andi look what you did to meeee!! First the yewon and then because of the Yewon I had to go write Hanchul and would you look at that!!! FLUFF I think this qualifies as fluff. Ugh what is all this sappy romantic nonsense. OTL someone should be nice to me and write me some Hanchul, like hot, steamy Hanchul to make up for my nonsense. On the other hand! I WROTE HANCHUL AND IT WAS NICE BECAUSE I LIKED IT AND IT MADE ME HAPPY AND I WILL FOREVER LOVE THAT FAN GIRL SO HUGS AND KISSES TO HER!!!
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