Super Junior AU; Various Pairings; Drabble 12
Title: Drabbles 12
Fandom: Super Junior AU (High School)
Pairing: Various (Hankyung/Heechul, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk)
Word count: Between 300 and 900
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: Super Junior AU Drabbles part 12
A/N: ivy_snowe said that this AU must be pwning my life and it is. It's pwning me sideways ;____; Also, Mei, the Kihae one takes place after that thing I told you about.
I swear, I'm going to write an actual Hanchul drabble soon. Fucking angst >:(
Heechul / Siwon / I can't believe you broke it! / PG / 859 words
When Heechul told Hankyung that he had never stopped wearing the necklace gifted to him for his birthday, that hadn’t been strictly true. Overlooking the obvious such as when he was in bed or in the shower, there had been a short time when he had been unable to wear it through no choice or fault of his own.
He was walking home with Siwon when Siwon had jokingly tried to look down his shirt to make sure he hadn’t actually grown breasts after a particularly girly comment (earning himself a rather scandalized look from a woman walking past). Heechul pushed him away; unfortunately Siwon’s had become tangled up in the chain and when he was forced away, the thin metal snapped. Heechul could only watch in horror as the diamond flew into the undergrowth at the side of the path.
“Shit!” he yelled, and fell to his knees, fingers scrambling around in the dirt in a frantic attempt at finding it. Within seconds his fingernails and shirt cuffs were dirty. Siwon just stood there.
“What?” he asked, sounding almost as confused as he looked.
“You!” snapped Heechul, and turned on him with all the fury that he could muster, glaring up at him so intensely that Siwon took a step backwards. “You can be such an idiot, do you know that? I can’t believe you broke it!”
“What?” repeated Siwon, sounding, if it was even possible, more confused, and a little scared. “What did I break?”
“My necklace,” said Heechul, as he continued to search through the plant life.
“What necklace?” asked Siwon - he couldn’t remember Heechul wearing jewellery.
“The-” Heechul hesitated. Telling Siwon was more than simply telling - Siwon would get what the necklace mean, what keeping it implied. Heechul had airily brushed off Eeteuk’s attempts at getting him to talk about Hankyung, laughed at Ryeowook and Sungmin’s offers of help, and had been downright scornful to Donghae, who would forgive him for it. To the others it was like there had never been anything between Heechul and Hankyung, or at least nothing that could go anywhere now. Siwon would get that the necklace represented something, that for Heechul it was a little piece of hop, and Siwon would be sympathetic. Heechul wanted nothing more than to just give up on it, but he couldn’t. “The one Hankyung gave me,” he said, and leant his head forward so his hair covered his face. I’m fucking Kim Heechul, he thought. I shouldn’t be blushing.
“The star one?” said Siwon, a little surprised. “Wow, really? You mean you’re still-” He fell silent, as if aware that Heechul would scratch his face off if he completed that sentence. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, after a minute of watching Heechul search. “Really, I - here, let me look, you’re going to snap one of your nails, and you’ve been trying to grow them for so long.”
Heechul stood up and Siwon hunkered down in his place, and was soon kneeling in his attempt at reaching further than Heechul had managed. The knees of his grey school trousers were soon filthy, but he didn’t seem to notice. Heechul picked the silver chain up from where it had slipped from his neck and fiddled with the broken end.
The chain was the important bit, he told himself. The chain wasn’t the beautiful bit, the chain was just something to show the beautiful bit off on. Stunning - that was what he called it - the one and only time he’d ever given Heechul a face-to-face compliment.
“Found it!” Siwon’s cry broke his trail of thought, and he stood up and held out the charm. Heechul practically snatched it from him.
“Thank you,” he said, a little abruptly, but Siwon understood and just smiled and presented him with a new chain two days later, slightly thicker this time.
“You,” said Siwon quietly, as he watched Heechul fasten the necklace back around his throat and tucked it inside his collar where no one would be able to see it. “You still want to go out with Hankyung?”
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” snapped Heechul.
“Have you ever thought about making the first move yourself?” Siwon asked.
“This isn’t like not knowing whether the guy you crushing on likes you back,” said Heechul. “This is knowing that the guy you like liked you back when he thought you were something else, and now hates you.”
“Hankyung doesn’t hate you,” said Siwon. The statement was becoming a little like his mantra.
“Whatever,” said Heechul. “He doesn’t like me, that’s the point.”
“Hankyung does like you.”
“Maybe I should get rid of this.” He fingered the necklace and sighed. “It’s a really beautiful piece of jewellery, though.”
“Heechul!” Siwon sounded exasperated.
“Why do you care so much, anyway?” asked Heechul. “My going out with Hankyung is just another missed chance for you to ask me out yourself.”
“I just want you to be happy,” said Siwon sincerely.
“I don’t need your pity, Siwon,” said Heechul. “What I need is your never ending devotion.” He patted Siwon on the ass and sauntered off into school, skirt swaying. Siwon watched him thoughtfully.
Heechul / Siwon / how to succeed in matchmaking without really trying / PG / 308 words
“I don’t believe it!” said Heechul loudly with a glare. Siwon grinned at him. “You’re trying to match-make. Me, Siwon. You’re trying to match-make me! Like I can’t get a date without your help!”
“You’ve never been able to get a date with or without my help,” said Siwon cheerfully, though he was probably perfectly aware of what danger such a bold statement posed.
“I could,” said Heechul. “I so could. I’ve just never tried that hard before.”
“Well, try,” said Siwon. “Flirt or something. Flash him some leg and you’d have Hankyung eating out the palm of your hand.”
Heechul was actually speechless for a moment. “Flash some leg?” he repeated incredulously. “Siwon, I actually can’t believe you. Are you seriously suggesting that I seduce the boy or something?”
“Heechul,” said Siwon, almost whining. “I’m sick of watching you two run circles around each other but not actually getting anywhere.”
“What exactly do you want me to do?”
“Jump him in the sea,” said Siwon, so deadpan that Heechul actually laughed at him. Siwon smiled. “Please, Heechul. Hankyung’s just scared of the consequences now.”
“Never ending devotion, Siwon,” reminded Heechul. “Not pity, and I certainly don’t need your help or advice. I’m fine; stop worrying about me and get yourself a girl before the end of this holiday.” He left before Siwon could say anything else, and walked straight into Eunhyuk giving Donghae a piggyback around the courtyard of the hotel.
“Heechul!” shouted Donghae, and directed Eunhyuk over. “Heechul, Hankyung just left for the shop down the road. Run and you’ll be able to catch him up and-”
“- see where the mood takes you,” finished Eunhyuk with a grin.
Heechul stared, yelled, and pushed the two of them into the fountain.
(He maintains that he fell on Hankyung in the sea, and that’s different from jumping.)
Donghae / Kibum / who stole all of my shirts? / PG-13 / 381 words
“Donghae,” said Kibum, in a deceptively calm way which suggested that he was going to rip someone’s head off in the next second.
“Yeah?” said Donghae, seemingly unaware of the danger he was in as he lounged on the bed on his back.
“Where are my shirts?” Kibum stared with something akin to horror at the wardrobe - Donghae’s clothes were mixed up with his own jeans and work trousers, but there was not a single one of Kibum’s shirts there. He would have settled for just a t-shirt, but no. He stared at Donghae through the full-length mirror next to the wardrobe.
“I hid them,” said Donghae, grinning in a way which said that he knew he was being remarkably clever.
“Why?” asked Kibum. Was this that weird arm fetish thing again? “I can’t go to work without a shirt!”
He watched as Donghae’s smile took on a slightly predatory, smug look. “Exactly,” he purred. Kibum’s heart sank to the vicinity of his ankles.
“You didn’t hide my shirts just to stop going to work,” he said. “Look, I know you’re happy that we’re finally living together, but you just can’t do things like this.”
“I’m always doing things I shouldn’t,” said Donghae. “Look at it this way - you could go to work and have to deal with a lot of ill people, or you could stay here, in bed, with me, for most of the day, because my schedule doesn’t start until late afternoon.” He stretched out on the bed and Kibum felt his resolve begin to crumble; Donghae was, after all, completely naked after the night before.
“This means nothing, okay?” he said, and he sat on the bed and kissed him hard. Before long he was straddling Donghae’s slim hips, and as one hand ran through his hair, the other felt around under the bed until his fingers found some material and he pulled out a slightly crumpled white shirt. He was at the door with his shirt fastened and tie in his hand before Donghae knew what had happened. “See you tonight,” he said casually.
“Damn it,” hissed Donghae, and as Kibum grabbed his car keys, he shouted, “I’ll just have to find somewhere better to hide them next time!”
“I look forward to it,” called Kibum.
Yehsung / Ryeowook / getting caught / PG / 491 words
For the longest time, Yehsung’s parents were aware of his relationship with Ryeowook. To be honest, Yehsung just never thought to tell them. Considering he got with Ryeowook the September of his last year of middle school, it was wholly remarkable that his parents didn’t find out about it until the day before his second year of high school started.
For the two weeks of holiday before the new school year, he had been practically bouncing off the ceiling, saying constantly, “Ryeowook’s finally going to be in the same school as me again!” His parents had, eventually, exchanged glances, and then his mother had inquired if, perhaps, the others weren’t going to the same school.
“Of course they are,” he’d said.
“Then why aren’t you excited about them?” his father had asked.
“Because it’s Ryeowook,” he’d replied.
He had paid no attention to the conversation, so when his mother walked into his room with knocking to find him making out with Ryeowook on his bed, the shocked expression on her fact didn’t register in the face of his righteous indignation.
“Mum,” he groaned, sitting up and pushing his hair from his eyes, as Ryeowook covered his blushing face. “Could you knock, please?”
“B-but you,” she stuttered, white as she stood in the doorway with her arms full of laundry. “What were you doing?”
“Kissing,” said Yehsung, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. Ryeowook moaned in embarrassment.
“Why?” was his mother’s whispered question.
Yehsung stared. Ryeowook put two and two together and realised immediately. “You have told your mother, haven’t you?” he asked. “About us?”
“Yes,” said Yehsung, and then glanced at his shell-shocked mother and hesitated. “I mean, I must have done. Yes, I-” He paused, thought about it, and then smiled sheepishly. “No?”
Ryeowook moaned again, though not from embarrassment. “Why,” he said with a roll of his eyes, “did I have to fall in love with such a moron?”
Yehsung’s mother squeaked.
“Mrs Kim,” said Ryeowook, turning to look earnestly at the woman. “I have been dating your son for a whole year and a half, and he’s never once thought to tell you so. I’m very sorry about that.” He flushed red again. “I’m also very sorry about the way you had to find out,” he added, voice full of embarrassment.
“Yeah, sorry, Mum,” said Yehsung, looking a little cowed. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to keep it secret, I just didn’t really think.”
His mother squeaked again and had to sit down.
When his father came home and was informed, it was Yehsung that he grilled about his intentions towards Ryeowook, showing no loyalty to his own son - he certainly seemed to think that Yehsung was more of a threat. Clearly he’d never seen Ryeowook in bed, and he was about to mention this because he decided that it wasn’t such a good idea. Ryeowook later commended him on managing to actually think.
Eeteuk / Kangin / you look your best on your knees / PG-13 / 644 words
“I’d ask what you were doing,” said Kangin. “But I like the view too much.”
“Oh, shut up,” snapped Eeteuk, on his hands and knees with his behind stuck into the air as he searched under the sofa for something. “You can be such a sleaze.”
Kangin didn’t say anything as he dumped his bag in the corner of the room near the shoes, and wandered over to the kitchen area to get himself a drink of water. Eeteuk had such a nice body, he mused, as said figure crawled across the laminate flooring, still looking at the dark space between sofa and floor. Really nice, thin and sharp, and he was just moving his eyes over his ass when Eeteuk spoke.
“Stop undressing me with your eyes,” he said, without even looking up.
Kangin put his empty glass down on one of the kitchen units. “What are you looking for?” he asked, not bothering to deny that he had been doing just that.
“One of my textbooks,” said Eeteuk absently. “I need to make some notes for a lecture tomorrow but I can’t find the book anywhere.”
“Which one is it?” asked Kangin.
“The one on China,” said Eeteuk, blowing his hair from his eyes. “The one with the Great Wall on the front.”
“The red one?” asked Kangin. Eeteuk nodded and started to look under one of the other seats. “You knocked it onto your underwear drawer this morning when you were rushing around getting ready.”
Eeteuk paused for a moment, and then tried to simultaneously get to his feet and move forward; what resulted was a sort of uncoordinated scramble in which he nearly slipped on the floor and fell flat on his face before he regained his balance, and then he was out of the room. Kangin blinked a little and poured himself a glass of orange juice to replace the water.
“Found it!” shouted Eeteuk from the other room, and he came back into the main room with a wide grin on his face. “Genius Kangin,” he said, and then looked at him properly for the first time. He stared, and then stared some more.
“You,” he said. “You are filthy, why are you standing in the kitchen?”
Kangin held up his glass of orange juice. Eeteuk squeaked a little. He was quite dirty, he supposed, as he glanced down at his oil-streaked clothes. When he put the glass down on the unit, there was black on the glass; there was oil on his fingers. Possibly there was some on his face. He smiled sheepishly at Eeteuk, who squeaked again.
“Shower,” he said, a little faintly. “Shower now.” He put the book on the table, and looked as if he couldn’t work out whether to push Kangin in the direction of the bathroom, or whether that would be the worst thing he could do, because then he would be dirty too.
“I will if you will,” said Kangin with a grin. Eeteuk scrunched his face up at him, and then, quickly, Kangin moved out of the kitchen area and wiped his thumb across Eeteuk’s cheek, so fast that Eeteuk just blinked in confusion and didn’t move away. When Kangin took a step back there was a long black mark on Eeteuk’s face.
“There,” he said. “Now you have to take a shower.”
“You,” spluttered Eeteuk. “Seriously, fuck you, you’re such a sleaze and pervert and I don’t know why I-”
“Yeah,” said Kangin, ushering Eeteuk into the bathroom (Eeteuk yelped and tried to avoid Kangin touching his clothes) and locking the door after him. He kissed him deeply, figuring that there was already oil on Eeteuk’s face, a little bit more wouldn’t matter - judging by the way Eeteuk made a noise of protestation in his throat before he relaxed into the kiss, he didn’t agree. “Less talking, more soaping.”
Fandom: Super Junior AU (High School)
Pairing: Various (Hankyung/Heechul, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk)
Word count: Between 300 and 900
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: Super Junior AU Drabbles part 12
A/N: ivy_snowe said that this AU must be pwning my life and it is. It's pwning me sideways ;____; Also, Mei, the Kihae one takes place after that thing I told you about.
I swear, I'm going to write an actual Hanchul drabble soon. Fucking angst >:(
Heechul / Siwon / I can't believe you broke it! / PG / 859 words
When Heechul told Hankyung that he had never stopped wearing the necklace gifted to him for his birthday, that hadn’t been strictly true. Overlooking the obvious such as when he was in bed or in the shower, there had been a short time when he had been unable to wear it through no choice or fault of his own.
He was walking home with Siwon when Siwon had jokingly tried to look down his shirt to make sure he hadn’t actually grown breasts after a particularly girly comment (earning himself a rather scandalized look from a woman walking past). Heechul pushed him away; unfortunately Siwon’s had become tangled up in the chain and when he was forced away, the thin metal snapped. Heechul could only watch in horror as the diamond flew into the undergrowth at the side of the path.
“Shit!” he yelled, and fell to his knees, fingers scrambling around in the dirt in a frantic attempt at finding it. Within seconds his fingernails and shirt cuffs were dirty. Siwon just stood there.
“What?” he asked, sounding almost as confused as he looked.
“You!” snapped Heechul, and turned on him with all the fury that he could muster, glaring up at him so intensely that Siwon took a step backwards. “You can be such an idiot, do you know that? I can’t believe you broke it!”
“What?” repeated Siwon, sounding, if it was even possible, more confused, and a little scared. “What did I break?”
“My necklace,” said Heechul, as he continued to search through the plant life.
“What necklace?” asked Siwon - he couldn’t remember Heechul wearing jewellery.
“The-” Heechul hesitated. Telling Siwon was more than simply telling - Siwon would get what the necklace mean, what keeping it implied. Heechul had airily brushed off Eeteuk’s attempts at getting him to talk about Hankyung, laughed at Ryeowook and Sungmin’s offers of help, and had been downright scornful to Donghae, who would forgive him for it. To the others it was like there had never been anything between Heechul and Hankyung, or at least nothing that could go anywhere now. Siwon would get that the necklace represented something, that for Heechul it was a little piece of hop, and Siwon would be sympathetic. Heechul wanted nothing more than to just give up on it, but he couldn’t. “The one Hankyung gave me,” he said, and leant his head forward so his hair covered his face. I’m fucking Kim Heechul, he thought. I shouldn’t be blushing.
“The star one?” said Siwon, a little surprised. “Wow, really? You mean you’re still-” He fell silent, as if aware that Heechul would scratch his face off if he completed that sentence. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, after a minute of watching Heechul search. “Really, I - here, let me look, you’re going to snap one of your nails, and you’ve been trying to grow them for so long.”
Heechul stood up and Siwon hunkered down in his place, and was soon kneeling in his attempt at reaching further than Heechul had managed. The knees of his grey school trousers were soon filthy, but he didn’t seem to notice. Heechul picked the silver chain up from where it had slipped from his neck and fiddled with the broken end.
The chain was the important bit, he told himself. The chain wasn’t the beautiful bit, the chain was just something to show the beautiful bit off on. Stunning - that was what he called it - the one and only time he’d ever given Heechul a face-to-face compliment.
“Found it!” Siwon’s cry broke his trail of thought, and he stood up and held out the charm. Heechul practically snatched it from him.
“Thank you,” he said, a little abruptly, but Siwon understood and just smiled and presented him with a new chain two days later, slightly thicker this time.
“You,” said Siwon quietly, as he watched Heechul fasten the necklace back around his throat and tucked it inside his collar where no one would be able to see it. “You still want to go out with Hankyung?”
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” snapped Heechul.
“Have you ever thought about making the first move yourself?” Siwon asked.
“This isn’t like not knowing whether the guy you crushing on likes you back,” said Heechul. “This is knowing that the guy you like liked you back when he thought you were something else, and now hates you.”
“Hankyung doesn’t hate you,” said Siwon. The statement was becoming a little like his mantra.
“Whatever,” said Heechul. “He doesn’t like me, that’s the point.”
“Hankyung does like you.”
“Maybe I should get rid of this.” He fingered the necklace and sighed. “It’s a really beautiful piece of jewellery, though.”
“Heechul!” Siwon sounded exasperated.
“Why do you care so much, anyway?” asked Heechul. “My going out with Hankyung is just another missed chance for you to ask me out yourself.”
“I just want you to be happy,” said Siwon sincerely.
“I don’t need your pity, Siwon,” said Heechul. “What I need is your never ending devotion.” He patted Siwon on the ass and sauntered off into school, skirt swaying. Siwon watched him thoughtfully.
Heechul / Siwon / how to succeed in matchmaking without really trying / PG / 308 words
“I don’t believe it!” said Heechul loudly with a glare. Siwon grinned at him. “You’re trying to match-make. Me, Siwon. You’re trying to match-make me! Like I can’t get a date without your help!”
“You’ve never been able to get a date with or without my help,” said Siwon cheerfully, though he was probably perfectly aware of what danger such a bold statement posed.
“I could,” said Heechul. “I so could. I’ve just never tried that hard before.”
“Well, try,” said Siwon. “Flirt or something. Flash him some leg and you’d have Hankyung eating out the palm of your hand.”
Heechul was actually speechless for a moment. “Flash some leg?” he repeated incredulously. “Siwon, I actually can’t believe you. Are you seriously suggesting that I seduce the boy or something?”
“Heechul,” said Siwon, almost whining. “I’m sick of watching you two run circles around each other but not actually getting anywhere.”
“What exactly do you want me to do?”
“Jump him in the sea,” said Siwon, so deadpan that Heechul actually laughed at him. Siwon smiled. “Please, Heechul. Hankyung’s just scared of the consequences now.”
“Never ending devotion, Siwon,” reminded Heechul. “Not pity, and I certainly don’t need your help or advice. I’m fine; stop worrying about me and get yourself a girl before the end of this holiday.” He left before Siwon could say anything else, and walked straight into Eunhyuk giving Donghae a piggyback around the courtyard of the hotel.
“Heechul!” shouted Donghae, and directed Eunhyuk over. “Heechul, Hankyung just left for the shop down the road. Run and you’ll be able to catch him up and-”
“- see where the mood takes you,” finished Eunhyuk with a grin.
Heechul stared, yelled, and pushed the two of them into the fountain.
(He maintains that he fell on Hankyung in the sea, and that’s different from jumping.)
Donghae / Kibum / who stole all of my shirts? / PG-13 / 381 words
“Donghae,” said Kibum, in a deceptively calm way which suggested that he was going to rip someone’s head off in the next second.
“Yeah?” said Donghae, seemingly unaware of the danger he was in as he lounged on the bed on his back.
“Where are my shirts?” Kibum stared with something akin to horror at the wardrobe - Donghae’s clothes were mixed up with his own jeans and work trousers, but there was not a single one of Kibum’s shirts there. He would have settled for just a t-shirt, but no. He stared at Donghae through the full-length mirror next to the wardrobe.
“I hid them,” said Donghae, grinning in a way which said that he knew he was being remarkably clever.
“Why?” asked Kibum. Was this that weird arm fetish thing again? “I can’t go to work without a shirt!”
He watched as Donghae’s smile took on a slightly predatory, smug look. “Exactly,” he purred. Kibum’s heart sank to the vicinity of his ankles.
“You didn’t hide my shirts just to stop going to work,” he said. “Look, I know you’re happy that we’re finally living together, but you just can’t do things like this.”
“I’m always doing things I shouldn’t,” said Donghae. “Look at it this way - you could go to work and have to deal with a lot of ill people, or you could stay here, in bed, with me, for most of the day, because my schedule doesn’t start until late afternoon.” He stretched out on the bed and Kibum felt his resolve begin to crumble; Donghae was, after all, completely naked after the night before.
“This means nothing, okay?” he said, and he sat on the bed and kissed him hard. Before long he was straddling Donghae’s slim hips, and as one hand ran through his hair, the other felt around under the bed until his fingers found some material and he pulled out a slightly crumpled white shirt. He was at the door with his shirt fastened and tie in his hand before Donghae knew what had happened. “See you tonight,” he said casually.
“Damn it,” hissed Donghae, and as Kibum grabbed his car keys, he shouted, “I’ll just have to find somewhere better to hide them next time!”
“I look forward to it,” called Kibum.
Yehsung / Ryeowook / getting caught / PG / 491 words
For the longest time, Yehsung’s parents were aware of his relationship with Ryeowook. To be honest, Yehsung just never thought to tell them. Considering he got with Ryeowook the September of his last year of middle school, it was wholly remarkable that his parents didn’t find out about it until the day before his second year of high school started.
For the two weeks of holiday before the new school year, he had been practically bouncing off the ceiling, saying constantly, “Ryeowook’s finally going to be in the same school as me again!” His parents had, eventually, exchanged glances, and then his mother had inquired if, perhaps, the others weren’t going to the same school.
“Of course they are,” he’d said.
“Then why aren’t you excited about them?” his father had asked.
“Because it’s Ryeowook,” he’d replied.
He had paid no attention to the conversation, so when his mother walked into his room with knocking to find him making out with Ryeowook on his bed, the shocked expression on her fact didn’t register in the face of his righteous indignation.
“Mum,” he groaned, sitting up and pushing his hair from his eyes, as Ryeowook covered his blushing face. “Could you knock, please?”
“B-but you,” she stuttered, white as she stood in the doorway with her arms full of laundry. “What were you doing?”
“Kissing,” said Yehsung, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. Ryeowook moaned in embarrassment.
“Why?” was his mother’s whispered question.
Yehsung stared. Ryeowook put two and two together and realised immediately. “You have told your mother, haven’t you?” he asked. “About us?”
“Yes,” said Yehsung, and then glanced at his shell-shocked mother and hesitated. “I mean, I must have done. Yes, I-” He paused, thought about it, and then smiled sheepishly. “No?”
Ryeowook moaned again, though not from embarrassment. “Why,” he said with a roll of his eyes, “did I have to fall in love with such a moron?”
Yehsung’s mother squeaked.
“Mrs Kim,” said Ryeowook, turning to look earnestly at the woman. “I have been dating your son for a whole year and a half, and he’s never once thought to tell you so. I’m very sorry about that.” He flushed red again. “I’m also very sorry about the way you had to find out,” he added, voice full of embarrassment.
“Yeah, sorry, Mum,” said Yehsung, looking a little cowed. “Honestly, I didn’t mean to keep it secret, I just didn’t really think.”
His mother squeaked again and had to sit down.
When his father came home and was informed, it was Yehsung that he grilled about his intentions towards Ryeowook, showing no loyalty to his own son - he certainly seemed to think that Yehsung was more of a threat. Clearly he’d never seen Ryeowook in bed, and he was about to mention this because he decided that it wasn’t such a good idea. Ryeowook later commended him on managing to actually think.
Eeteuk / Kangin / you look your best on your knees / PG-13 / 644 words
“I’d ask what you were doing,” said Kangin. “But I like the view too much.”
“Oh, shut up,” snapped Eeteuk, on his hands and knees with his behind stuck into the air as he searched under the sofa for something. “You can be such a sleaze.”
Kangin didn’t say anything as he dumped his bag in the corner of the room near the shoes, and wandered over to the kitchen area to get himself a drink of water. Eeteuk had such a nice body, he mused, as said figure crawled across the laminate flooring, still looking at the dark space between sofa and floor. Really nice, thin and sharp, and he was just moving his eyes over his ass when Eeteuk spoke.
“Stop undressing me with your eyes,” he said, without even looking up.
Kangin put his empty glass down on one of the kitchen units. “What are you looking for?” he asked, not bothering to deny that he had been doing just that.
“One of my textbooks,” said Eeteuk absently. “I need to make some notes for a lecture tomorrow but I can’t find the book anywhere.”
“Which one is it?” asked Kangin.
“The one on China,” said Eeteuk, blowing his hair from his eyes. “The one with the Great Wall on the front.”
“The red one?” asked Kangin. Eeteuk nodded and started to look under one of the other seats. “You knocked it onto your underwear drawer this morning when you were rushing around getting ready.”
Eeteuk paused for a moment, and then tried to simultaneously get to his feet and move forward; what resulted was a sort of uncoordinated scramble in which he nearly slipped on the floor and fell flat on his face before he regained his balance, and then he was out of the room. Kangin blinked a little and poured himself a glass of orange juice to replace the water.
“Found it!” shouted Eeteuk from the other room, and he came back into the main room with a wide grin on his face. “Genius Kangin,” he said, and then looked at him properly for the first time. He stared, and then stared some more.
“You,” he said. “You are filthy, why are you standing in the kitchen?”
Kangin held up his glass of orange juice. Eeteuk squeaked a little. He was quite dirty, he supposed, as he glanced down at his oil-streaked clothes. When he put the glass down on the unit, there was black on the glass; there was oil on his fingers. Possibly there was some on his face. He smiled sheepishly at Eeteuk, who squeaked again.
“Shower,” he said, a little faintly. “Shower now.” He put the book on the table, and looked as if he couldn’t work out whether to push Kangin in the direction of the bathroom, or whether that would be the worst thing he could do, because then he would be dirty too.
“I will if you will,” said Kangin with a grin. Eeteuk scrunched his face up at him, and then, quickly, Kangin moved out of the kitchen area and wiped his thumb across Eeteuk’s cheek, so fast that Eeteuk just blinked in confusion and didn’t move away. When Kangin took a step back there was a long black mark on Eeteuk’s face.
“There,” he said. “Now you have to take a shower.”
“You,” spluttered Eeteuk. “Seriously, fuck you, you’re such a sleaze and pervert and I don’t know why I-”
“Yeah,” said Kangin, ushering Eeteuk into the bathroom (Eeteuk yelped and tried to avoid Kangin touching his clothes) and locking the door after him. He kissed him deeply, figuring that there was already oil on Eeteuk’s face, a little bit more wouldn’t matter - judging by the way Eeteuk made a noise of protestation in his throat before he relaxed into the kiss, he didn’t agree. “Less talking, more soaping.”