FIC- Of coldness and gloves- Heechul/Heechul
Title: Of coldness and gloves
Pairing: Heechul/Heechul
Rating: G
Summary: Heechul is a cold guy, and he hates it.
Warnings: Again, style experimentation, pure introspection.
suju 100 fic challenge theme 010: Shiver
Beta: The one and only wookism
A/N I absolutely love writing Heechul, this wasn't planned to be written for this theme, but I figured it will end up better as it is right now, also it magically fitted, so I considered that luck isn't there to be avoided. This one goes to everyone with a Heechul bias <3 Enjoy!~
He couldn’t stay warm.
It wasn’t really an abnormal condition; a lot of people couldn’t keep their corporal warmth, cold hands were a regular thing in human kind.
It didn’t mean that he hated it less.
He wasn’t a romantic guy, he never thought about dating a girl and, while walking, taking her cold hand and putting it in his pocket, because she forgot her gloves. He never thought about running at night to get some coffee for his girlfriend to warm her because she’s obviously shivering. He wasn’t interested in lending his coat to his date.
Somehow, he felt that his impossibility of staying warm was making him cold on the inside too.
Because actually he could see it, how he started to hate the warmth that others emitted, that others felts, that others were, while he was left freezing.
A part of him understood that it was no one's fault but his. People actually tried to warm him. He had friends that always welcomed him, always smiled at him, were always warm towards him.
He just couldn't stay warm.
Even if he had all the help he could ever need.
Bitterness wasn't something he suffered from, or thought he suffered from. He thought of himself as an overall good guy; he saw the bright side of everything, cared about friends and family a little more than the average. He never complained (not with sincerity at least); he liked to joke about hardships and make people smile. He never questioned his place in the world, because he loved standing where he was.
It was that fucking cold that didn't leave him alone.
Once he tried to blame it on insanity; he was known as the local madman. Anyways, he could be just crazy, and feeling weird things, and be paranoid, because, hell, no one can be cold all the time.
Except that he got told something in the lines of “why are you cold all the time?” that sent his theory to hell.
The first time he saw the guys he would be living, eating and sleeping with for the next few years (or whatever one counted a career as a boyband member) he felt, for the first time, that the coldness that acompanied him was very much welcome.
He wasn't afraid of this.
He just didn't like the idea of being familiar with so many people so fast.
No, they would not be his family, just co workers, never family.
It was the most cold he has ever felt, and he welcomed it, embraced it, and was protected by it.
The first time he heard himself laugh honestly, he was truly shocked.
The first time he heard himself cry openly, he was appalled.
The first time he felt himself hug someone on a whim, he couldn't believe himself.
When those acts repeated themselved more times than he could count, he felt (not with some sort of relief) that the cold was
starting to go away.
On their first Christmas as Super Junior, he recieved more pairs of gloves than necessary with claims that cold hands on necks, backs and hips were no fun at all.
On their first Christmas as Super Junior, he found out that cold hands were more fun than he ever could have thought.
After that first Christmas as Super Junior, the only things that were cold about him, were his hands.
Pairing: Heechul/Heechul
Rating: G
Summary: Heechul is a cold guy, and he hates it.
Warnings: Again, style experimentation, pure introspection.
suju 100 fic challenge theme 010: Shiver
Beta: The one and only wookism
A/N I absolutely love writing Heechul, this wasn't planned to be written for this theme, but I figured it will end up better as it is right now, also it magically fitted, so I considered that luck isn't there to be avoided. This one goes to everyone with a Heechul bias <3 Enjoy!~
He couldn’t stay warm.
It wasn’t really an abnormal condition; a lot of people couldn’t keep their corporal warmth, cold hands were a regular thing in human kind.
It didn’t mean that he hated it less.
He wasn’t a romantic guy, he never thought about dating a girl and, while walking, taking her cold hand and putting it in his pocket, because she forgot her gloves. He never thought about running at night to get some coffee for his girlfriend to warm her because she’s obviously shivering. He wasn’t interested in lending his coat to his date.
Somehow, he felt that his impossibility of staying warm was making him cold on the inside too.
Because actually he could see it, how he started to hate the warmth that others emitted, that others felts, that others were, while he was left freezing.
A part of him understood that it was no one's fault but his. People actually tried to warm him. He had friends that always welcomed him, always smiled at him, were always warm towards him.
He just couldn't stay warm.
Even if he had all the help he could ever need.
Bitterness wasn't something he suffered from, or thought he suffered from. He thought of himself as an overall good guy; he saw the bright side of everything, cared about friends and family a little more than the average. He never complained (not with sincerity at least); he liked to joke about hardships and make people smile. He never questioned his place in the world, because he loved standing where he was.
It was that fucking cold that didn't leave him alone.
Once he tried to blame it on insanity; he was known as the local madman. Anyways, he could be just crazy, and feeling weird things, and be paranoid, because, hell, no one can be cold all the time.
Except that he got told something in the lines of “why are you cold all the time?” that sent his theory to hell.
The first time he saw the guys he would be living, eating and sleeping with for the next few years (or whatever one counted a career as a boyband member) he felt, for the first time, that the coldness that acompanied him was very much welcome.
He wasn't afraid of this.
He just didn't like the idea of being familiar with so many people so fast.
No, they would not be his family, just co workers, never family.
It was the most cold he has ever felt, and he welcomed it, embraced it, and was protected by it.
The first time he heard himself laugh honestly, he was truly shocked.
The first time he heard himself cry openly, he was appalled.
The first time he felt himself hug someone on a whim, he couldn't believe himself.
When those acts repeated themselved more times than he could count, he felt (not with some sort of relief) that the cold was
starting to go away.
On their first Christmas as Super Junior, he recieved more pairs of gloves than necessary with claims that cold hands on necks, backs and hips were no fun at all.
On their first Christmas as Super Junior, he found out that cold hands were more fun than he ever could have thought.
After that first Christmas as Super Junior, the only things that were cold about him, were his hands.