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Title:Honest Mistake
Chapter: Prolouge
Paring:Heechul/Hankyung past!Siwon/Heechul
Genre:Comedy, Romance, Drama
Rating:PG-13
Warning:Might contain profanities in the future. Unbeta-ed, so expect grammar/spelling fails.
Disclaimer:I totally forgot to put one on my last two posts. But seriously? Do you have to take the right of a fangirl to be delusional? *weeps* I own nothing except the shallow plot.
Summary:Kibum took his drunk hyung home. Only that he didn't know that Heechul had already moved houses. He leaves his Heechul to a chinese stranger, thinking that it's was Heechul's cousin, who thinks Heechul is a girl.
Note: Can be read separately but is intended to be a backstory to Hannie dipped Mochi.
dedicated to my hun/bb/love totaalinerror and my first spotter mimoiikit143
A/N:Let's pretend that publishing companies are like this. Just a background so you wont be confuzzled. The publishing company has many departments; they publish every kind of magazine and a news paper. XDDDD
Hangeng moves the last box inside the house. It had been a tiring day but all his hard work seemed to have payed off. He looks around and sees his scattered things. He had just moved in the more convenient part of Seoul, having to live on a run down apartment somewhere in the outskirts of the city was getting tiring. So when he thinks he's Korean is good enough to land him a job that's not wiping tables, he was finally ready to do what he first intended to do in Korea. Smiling as he wipes his sweat, he seats down on the couch and reaches for his Camera. Touching it lovingly, he whispers:
"Finally."
-
Obviously, being a writer is not an easy work. Specially if you write about a person being murdered, run over by a car, a cat stuck on a tree rescued by a fireman who got himself killed because he accidentally grabbed a wire when he went out of balanced. Every day. Every God forsaken day. Heechul knew he should have broken Jungsu's face completely when they were kids instead of just accidentally losing his dog. If only he knew that this would be his divine retribution, he should have at least done something that would make this worth it. Stupid childhood friend. Stupid CEO.
"Seriously Kibummie. CEO's aren't even supposed to be assigning where a writer writes right?"
"I have no idea what you just said hyung." answers Kibum.
"Well," He grabs his bottle and takes a long swig at his beer and continues. "I wouldn't be complaining to you if he'd put me in the magazine I actually applied for." He says a little drunkenly. "At least you got a job." Kibum retorts effortlessly clearly used to all of it. He knows what the next thing Heechul will say. "How is Fashion even related to-" "It isn't. At all. Not a even a tiny microscopic bit." Kibum said, cutting Heechul off. "Yes, you were a great fashion column writer. Yes, if only that stupid publishing company didn't shut down you'd be on your desk right now busying yourself with next month's issue. And yes, you wouldn't have landed a job on your childhood friends company, said friend having petty grudges about you losing his dog." Kibum finishes and smiles his innocent smile at his hyung. "You forgot my contract, definitely my contract. Stupid contract that I signed when I had a hangover." "Well, hyung. Didn't he say that he was giving you the job once the circumstances allowed?" "Yeah, but the circumstances hadn't allowed anything for the past 18 months. And I'm tired of using a different pen name writing stupid news articles." "What can you do? You have an image to protect." Kibum waited for Heechul's retort, but nothing came. Looking at his hyung he found that the older male had already passed out. Sighing he stood up and carried his hyung on his back and headed for the exit. Calling a cab, they headed for Heechul's house.
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Having fixed some of his things, Hangeng was now ready to hit the sack when someone knocked on the door. Dragging his feet tiredly at the door, he lazily opened it to find a young guy carrying a person on his back. After staring for a few seconds he was about to speak when the guy suddenly spoke while entering the house nonchalantly. "Hi, you must be Heechul's cousin. Just leave him there and he'll wake up on his own. You're older than I'd thought you'd be. Oh, look at the time, Bye." The man said placing Heechul down the couch. He smiled, bowed and left just as fast as he had intruded. Hangeng took a while to decipher what had been said to him by the stranger. He stared at the person sleeping peacefully at his couch. "Beautiful." He wondered if the person was a noona to him or if he was an oppa to her. He crouched down to have his face leveled with her and he could only be marveled by the perfection right in front of him. He considered the fact that this might be some kind of scam here in Korea to steal from foreigners, but he'd worried about it tomorrow, or looking at the clock, later. Besides, such a pretty face could only be owned by a harmless angel right? He locked the door, went to his room and immediately fell asleep.
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another a/nIs it hard to read? I'm trying to format it Book style. But I relle fail at spacing and formatting and what-not. D:
I'm sorry that its so short and took so long. XD Japanese classes and 'tabunka' are eating me up. :(
Chapter: Prolouge
Paring:Heechul/Hankyung past!Siwon/Heechul
Genre:Comedy, Romance, Drama
Rating:PG-13
Warning:Might contain profanities in the future. Unbeta-ed, so expect grammar/spelling fails.
Disclaimer:I totally forgot to put one on my last two posts. But seriously? Do you have to take the right of a fangirl to be delusional? *weeps* I own nothing except the shallow plot.
Summary:Kibum took his drunk hyung home. Only that he didn't know that Heechul had already moved houses. He leaves his Heechul to a chinese stranger, thinking that it's was Heechul's cousin, who thinks Heechul is a girl.
Note: Can be read separately but is intended to be a backstory to Hannie dipped Mochi.
dedicated to my hun/bb/love totaalinerror and my first spotter mimoiikit143
A/N:Let's pretend that publishing companies are like this. Just a background so you wont be confuzzled. The publishing company has many departments; they publish every kind of magazine and a news paper. XDDDD
Hangeng moves the last box inside the house. It had been a tiring day but all his hard work seemed to have payed off. He looks around and sees his scattered things. He had just moved in the more convenient part of Seoul, having to live on a run down apartment somewhere in the outskirts of the city was getting tiring. So when he thinks he's Korean is good enough to land him a job that's not wiping tables, he was finally ready to do what he first intended to do in Korea. Smiling as he wipes his sweat, he seats down on the couch and reaches for his Camera. Touching it lovingly, he whispers:
"Finally."
-
Obviously, being a writer is not an easy work. Specially if you write about a person being murdered, run over by a car, a cat stuck on a tree rescued by a fireman who got himself killed because he accidentally grabbed a wire when he went out of balanced. Every day. Every God forsaken day. Heechul knew he should have broken Jungsu's face completely when they were kids instead of just accidentally losing his dog. If only he knew that this would be his divine retribution, he should have at least done something that would make this worth it. Stupid childhood friend. Stupid CEO.
"Seriously Kibummie. CEO's aren't even supposed to be assigning where a writer writes right?"
"I have no idea what you just said hyung." answers Kibum.
"Well," He grabs his bottle and takes a long swig at his beer and continues. "I wouldn't be complaining to you if he'd put me in the magazine I actually applied for." He says a little drunkenly. "At least you got a job." Kibum retorts effortlessly clearly used to all of it. He knows what the next thing Heechul will say. "How is Fashion even related to-" "It isn't. At all. Not a even a tiny microscopic bit." Kibum said, cutting Heechul off. "Yes, you were a great fashion column writer. Yes, if only that stupid publishing company didn't shut down you'd be on your desk right now busying yourself with next month's issue. And yes, you wouldn't have landed a job on your childhood friends company, said friend having petty grudges about you losing his dog." Kibum finishes and smiles his innocent smile at his hyung. "You forgot my contract, definitely my contract. Stupid contract that I signed when I had a hangover." "Well, hyung. Didn't he say that he was giving you the job once the circumstances allowed?" "Yeah, but the circumstances hadn't allowed anything for the past 18 months. And I'm tired of using a different pen name writing stupid news articles." "What can you do? You have an image to protect." Kibum waited for Heechul's retort, but nothing came. Looking at his hyung he found that the older male had already passed out. Sighing he stood up and carried his hyung on his back and headed for the exit. Calling a cab, they headed for Heechul's house.
---
Having fixed some of his things, Hangeng was now ready to hit the sack when someone knocked on the door. Dragging his feet tiredly at the door, he lazily opened it to find a young guy carrying a person on his back. After staring for a few seconds he was about to speak when the guy suddenly spoke while entering the house nonchalantly. "Hi, you must be Heechul's cousin. Just leave him there and he'll wake up on his own. You're older than I'd thought you'd be. Oh, look at the time, Bye." The man said placing Heechul down the couch. He smiled, bowed and left just as fast as he had intruded. Hangeng took a while to decipher what had been said to him by the stranger. He stared at the person sleeping peacefully at his couch. "Beautiful." He wondered if the person was a noona to him or if he was an oppa to her. He crouched down to have his face leveled with her and he could only be marveled by the perfection right in front of him. He considered the fact that this might be some kind of scam here in Korea to steal from foreigners, but he'd worried about it tomorrow, or looking at the clock, later. Besides, such a pretty face could only be owned by a harmless angel right? He locked the door, went to his room and immediately fell asleep.
---
another a/nIs it hard to read? I'm trying to format it Book style. But I relle fail at spacing and formatting and what-not. D:
I'm sorry that its so short and took so long. XD Japanese classes and 'tabunka' are eating me up. :(