Four Times Hankyung Got Jealous 4b/4 All Done, Yo
Siwon opens the door before Hankyung can even raise his hand to knock, and he smiles a knowing smile, motioning for Hankyung to come in.
“He’s already left, but come and eat something. Or borrow some shoes, at least.” Hankyung doubts anything of Siwon’s would fit him, but breakfast was his only meal of the day and Yehsung was in it, so he shuffles towards the kitchen and makes a sandwich. Siwon sits quietly at the table, staring at him, so Hankyung takes his food and flops on the couch to escape his gaze. Siwon waits until he’s finished eating and morosely rearranging the crusts before sitting beside him. Hankyung sighs.
“I don’t know what happened. Last night-but then it was okay, and then, this morning--but now I’m taking the grand tour of the SM entertainer apartments, and I really have no idea what’s going on.” Hankyung whines. Siwon looks torn, probably between loyalty to Heechul and sympathy for Hankyung’s sad plight of trying to figure out Heechul.
“Are…are you sure, hyung? It’s obvious. Think again.” When Hankyung fails to have a Eureka moment, Siwon seems honestly startled. Hankyung is tired of Yunho, and Siwon, and Yehsung, of all people, knowing where Heechul is and why when he doesn’t. Hankyung decides to play dirty.
“Siwon, if you don’t explain this to me right now, I’ll, uh…you won’t be my favourite dongsaeng anymore!” Okay, so he hadn’t really thought out the threat part, but Siwon looks suitably crushed.
“You wouldn’t,” he says, hurt. Hankyung snorts.
“I’ve been taking lessons from Heechul.” Siwon still looks a little doubtful. Hankyung pitches his voice lower.
“I’ll pick Yehsung instead,” he threatens, and Siwon looks cowed, then indignant.
“Yehs-” Hankyung cuts him off.
“Focus.” Siwon sighs.
“He confessed to you, this morning, and you rejected him.” Siwon looks like he expects this to clear everything up, and is inching closer in the hopes of a thankful snuggle, but Hankyung is still drawing a complete blank.
“No he didn’t.”
“Yes, he did.”
“No he-okay, I think I would have noticed,” Hankyung snaps. Siwon draws back and pouts. Hankyung feels a migraine coming on.
“Okay. Okay. What, exactly, did Heechul say to you?” Siwon furrows his brows. Hankyung tries not to laugh.
“He said that he confessed, and you rejected him with a text.” Siwon looks reproachful. “Not even a call, hyung? That’s cold.” Hankyung rolls his eyes and digs in his pocket for his cell.
“I told you, he’s never confessed. Look, this is the only text I’ve sent him in the last twenty-four hours.” He tilts the screen so Siwon can read it.
very funny heenim
Hankyung sits back, satisfied. Siwon is still looking askance at him.
“Uh, hyung that is a rejection…” Hankyung opens his mouth to explain that he never got a chance to reject Heechul, nevermind that he wouldn’t have rejected Heechul, when a glimmer of a thought catches in his mind. He sits upright.
“Maybe…” He calls the dorm. Ryeowook picks up on the second ring. Hankyung knows it’s Ryeowook, because everyone else lets incoming calls roll over to the answering service, but Ryeowook thinks it’s rude. Hankyung thinks it’s rude to pick up the phone and be informed that he should just head on back to China, but he doesn’t argue with the magnae.
“Ryeowook. I need you to do me a favour. It’s Hankyung,” he adds, in case this spawns even more misunderstandings. “Go to my room and open the left hand desk drawer. I need the…uh, the,” he fumbles, momentum lost.
There’s palpable silence on the other end of the line until Ryeowook carefully says, “the, uh, the thing with the, um-”
“-the drawings,”
“Yes, okay.” There’s another beat of silence before, “Do I have to pick it up?”
“Yes. If you don’t, events will transpire that will break up Super Junior. Do you want to be the one responsible for tearing us apart? Well, do you?” Hankyung thinks he is getting better at this threatening thing. Siwon is looking both disapproving of the bluff and impressed at Hankyung’s improved vocabulary. Ryeowook squeaks on the other end of the line, probably surprised at the amount of venom his query inspired.
“Do you see the drawing? Describe it to me.”
“A butterfly is giving a blob to a goblin.” Ryeowook sounds like he’s dying to ask what this is about. Hankyung presses forward.
“The blob. Could that be, like, um. A body part…an organ, perhaps?” Siwon’s eyebrows disappear into his hair. Ryeowook squints.
“A liver? A lung? Pancreas?”
At this point, Hankyung is having a difficult time believing Heechul ever illustrated anything. But he thinks he gets the idea. And if he’s wrong, well, it’s time to have that conversation regardless. Ryeowook’s voice breaks through his musings.
“Uh, hyung?” he asks tentatively, “Can I put this down now? Please?” Hankyung snaps the phone shut and rounds on Siwon.
“Siwon,” he says seriously, “I am going to find Heechul, and we’re going to be together.” He pauses. “I am going to find Heechul, I am going to smack Heechul, and then we are going to be together,” he amends. Siwon beams.
“Ah, good for you, hyung.” Hankyung shifts, nervous.
“Ah, Siwon. We are going to be together, together. Together. And, you’re one of our closest friends, but we’ve never,” Hankyung makes a vague motion with one hand, “discussed, if you’re okay with, you know.” He doesn’t think he’s ever had so many vague conversations, but Siwon is smiling like he gets it.
“But Hankyung,” Siwon says gently, “it’s just you and Heechul. You’ve always been together.” And he claps Hankyung on the back like the good friend he is.
Hankyung almost feels bad for purposefully grinding bread crumbs into his couch cushions earlier.
This time when Hankyung calls Heechul, sitting in the lobby of Siwon’s apartment, he’s fully prepared to hang up on the third ring and call again, and again, for as long as it takes. But Heechul picks up on the very first ring, saying nothing but breathing loud enough for Hankyung to hear. Drama queen, he thinks.
“Heechul.” He says quietly. “Heechul-ah.” Heechul doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t hang up, either. Hankyung tries to think of an eloquent, romantic, impressive way to explain the situation and/or his feelings but he can’t, so he goes with he can do: word vomit.
“Your confession sucked. Really sucked. Like, could you have vagued that up for me anymore? And it sucked on purpose, I know it did, because you wanted plausible deniability. Because you’re so damn insecure. Everyone thinks you’re so confident, but I know you, Heechul, I know you the best, and you always protect yourself so carefully. You thought you could laugh it off and not appear invested, but it wasn’t that easy, was it? But I’m invested too, Heechul, I’m invested in you. I’m tired of, of glaring at our friends because they sat too close to you, or because they can appear on those shows with you and I can’t, and I’m tired of resenting everyone in the business that touches you like they have the right to, because they don’t, okay? And I’ve gone around and around over the past weeks, and I’m not stupid, you want this, you want this like I want this. So stop being a, a melodramatic princess, and tell me where you are.”
Hankyung finishes, panting, clutching his phone so hard he’s afraid the casing will crack under the pressure of his fingers, breathless in anticipation, anxious, because that wasn’t pretty, or poetic prose. It was just Hankyung, awkward and inarticulate. There is silence for so long that Hankyung’s heart takes up residence in his throat as he panics, worries, but then Heechul laughs, his happy laugh, loud and uncontrolled and a little cackly.
“I want that too,” he says, sounding as breathless as Hankyung feels. “I do, Hankyung, I do.” Hankyung leaps to his feet, heading outside to hail a cab.
“Where are you,” he asks, grinning, eager. Heechul stops laughing.
“Ah. Um. At Siwon’s?” Hankyung stops dead, then sighs. It would be just like Heechul to hide in Siwon’s closet rather than have an adult conversation.
“What. What were you, lurking in the other room, listening in?” he jokes. There’s a silence.
“No?” Heechul tries. Hankyung sighs again, because he’s really not surprised, not even a little bit. But he is rather exasperated.
“You-you knew, already. What I was going to say. And you let me blather on anyway.” He grumbles.
Heechul’s voice drops slightly, becomes serious.
“I only take safe bets, Hankyung. Are you a safe bet?” But Hankyung has had enough of serious. He’s spent the entire day running around analyzing his feelings with various people and dodging flying Yehsungs, and he figures he has the rest of their lives to show Heechul that he can always bet on Hankyung.
“You suck. No, really. I’m leaving. I’m going back the dorm and I’m locking myself in.” Hankyung pushes through the door marked ‘stairs’ and takes them two at a time, too impatient for the elevator. He can practically hear Heechul grinning into the phone.
“To cry sad tears of emo?” Hankyung enters Siwon’s hallway, practically running in his haste.
“Something like that,” he pants, nearing Siwon’s door. Heechul laughs again, clear and bright.
“I have a better idea,” he murmurs. Hankyung skids to a halt in front of the door.
“Oh yeah?” The door opens. Heechul tosses his phone aside.
“Oh yeah,” he says, and reaches for Hankyung.
“Um.” Siwon says. “I’ll just. I’ll just leave, then?” He edges towards the door, waiting for a reply. Heechul makes a vague motion with one hand and moans. Hankyung pushes Heechul down on the couch and covers him with his body.
Siwon goes couch shopping.
When Hankyung and Heechul return to the main dorm a few hours later, flushed, relaxed, and joined at the hip, Eeteuk is waiting, arms crossed, toe tapping, glaring.
“How,” he demands as soon as they walk in, “how am I going to explain Siwon needing a new couch to management? Hmm?” Heechul smirks. Hankyung looks back, completely straight-faced.
“I spilled crumbs on it earlier when I was eating a sandwich.” He says. Heechul snickers.
“That’s not all you spilled on it.” He mutters. Hankyung flushes. Eeteuk turns green.
“Um,” Hankyung says, desperate for a distraction. “Eunhyuk had Yehsung’s turtle all along,” he blurts. “And was hiding it at Junsu’s.”
“Traitor!” hisses Eunhyuk, before bolting, as Yehsung throws himself across the back of the couch in hot pursuit. Eeteuk trots after them dutifully, and Hankyung takes Yehsung’s spot on the couch. Heechul slides into his lap and licks his neck. Hankyung goes a few shades darker, but shifts so he can curl his hand on Heechul’s hip and rub his thumb under the waist of his pants, just under his belly button. Kangin watches them with raised eyebrows.
“So. You two? How’d that happen?”
Hankyung thinks of explaining resenting Yunho, Donghae, Kangin, Jay. Describing Heechul approaching him in his bedroom, quiet and unsure, and standing in between Hankyung’s legs, eyes unfocussed from alcohol, watching the sun come up from Heechul’s bed and dancing around Heechul’s bedroom early in the morning, of Heechul’s bony hips rolling beneath his own, Heechul’s hands in his hair, Heechul’s voice, whispered rough and laughingly in his ear oh oh only for you. How can he explain to Kangin about how he is going to be a safe bet for the rest of his life? He can’t even explain it to himself. He looks to Heechul.
“Shut up,” Heechul explains.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed/read. I hope the end didn't disappoint, it was a little choppy in the middle and at the beginning, sorry.