super junior, hanchul. inaccuracies.
not cross-posting for now, but kocchi is a nagger, therefore i'll stick it here. yummy, short.
inaccuracies
heechul/hankyung, pg, 395 wds
Heechul knew. And Heechul also knew that Hankyung didn’t know that he knew. It sounded like a complicated process, but it really wasn’t, if he just thought about it. But he didn’t really like to think about it, because it was simple and therefore shouldn’t require thought.
Either way, he knew. He knew that Hankyung had something of a crush on him. What he didn’t know, was whether Hankyung was even aware of it himself or not. Not that he had bothered to spare a moment to tell him, because the idea of Hankyung liking him was entertaining in itself.
Then one day: “Do you like me?” Hankyung asked tentatively, one eyebrow raised. He wondered if he sounded too forward, but his words had failed him and he hadn’t been able to come up with a better way to phrase the question. There was a second of silence before Heechul spoke up, and if Hankyung didn’t know any better, he’d say he’d hit the spot.
“What are you talking about?” Heechul laughed, almost snide but not quite, “Why would I like you?” and sauntered away, fussing with his hair.
It was getting kind of annoying. Heechul almost wanted to march straight up to the other and tell him, “You like me,” because then Hankyung could get over himself and his fantasies of some other place and time where Heechul probably still wouldn’t like him. (Not like that anyway. As a friend, sure, but like like-)
And so he did.
“You like me. So you should get over yourself and your fantasies of me liking you.”
It satisfied Heechul. He felt like he’d accomplished something.
Hankyung blinked, not shaken at all. (It only frustrated Heechul a little.) “Isn’t it the other way around?”
“Why would you think that-”
Hankyung’s hand slipped into his own and his whole body clenched up, teeth subconsciously gnawing down on his lip. This. This was-
“Am I wrong?” Hankyung gazed at Heechul, frowning.
Heechul nodded, somewhat anxious, “Of course you are.”
Hankyung smiled knowingly. Too knowingly. Why did Hankyung seem to know things that he didn’t know? It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
And then Heechul found Hankyung’s lips pressed against his own and just, oh.
“It’s okay though,” Hankyung told him a second later, “I don’t mind if you like me.”
Heechul gawked. It was pretty much really annoying now.
inaccuracies
heechul/hankyung, pg, 395 wds
Heechul knew. And Heechul also knew that Hankyung didn’t know that he knew. It sounded like a complicated process, but it really wasn’t, if he just thought about it. But he didn’t really like to think about it, because it was simple and therefore shouldn’t require thought.
Either way, he knew. He knew that Hankyung had something of a crush on him. What he didn’t know, was whether Hankyung was even aware of it himself or not. Not that he had bothered to spare a moment to tell him, because the idea of Hankyung liking him was entertaining in itself.
Then one day: “Do you like me?” Hankyung asked tentatively, one eyebrow raised. He wondered if he sounded too forward, but his words had failed him and he hadn’t been able to come up with a better way to phrase the question. There was a second of silence before Heechul spoke up, and if Hankyung didn’t know any better, he’d say he’d hit the spot.
“What are you talking about?” Heechul laughed, almost snide but not quite, “Why would I like you?” and sauntered away, fussing with his hair.
It was getting kind of annoying. Heechul almost wanted to march straight up to the other and tell him, “You like me,” because then Hankyung could get over himself and his fantasies of some other place and time where Heechul probably still wouldn’t like him. (Not like that anyway. As a friend, sure, but like like-)
And so he did.
“You like me. So you should get over yourself and your fantasies of me liking you.”
It satisfied Heechul. He felt like he’d accomplished something.
Hankyung blinked, not shaken at all. (It only frustrated Heechul a little.) “Isn’t it the other way around?”
“Why would you think that-”
Hankyung’s hand slipped into his own and his whole body clenched up, teeth subconsciously gnawing down on his lip. This. This was-
“Am I wrong?” Hankyung gazed at Heechul, frowning.
Heechul nodded, somewhat anxious, “Of course you are.”
Hankyung smiled knowingly. Too knowingly. Why did Hankyung seem to know things that he didn’t know? It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
And then Heechul found Hankyung’s lips pressed against his own and just, oh.
“It’s okay though,” Hankyung told him a second later, “I don’t mind if you like me.”
Heechul gawked. It was pretty much really annoying now.