Super Junior, SHINee; Heechul/Taemin; Legal Boundaries
Title: Legal Boundaries, or, Why Super Junior Shouldn’t Be Allowed on the Internet.
Fandom: Super Junior, SHINee
Pairing: Heechul/Taemin, Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul, vague other pairings.
Word count: 1,305
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Siwon leant in a bit closer. “No,” he said slowly. “Fanfic, actually.”
A/N: Companion piece to meitachi’s Heechul/Taemin pornfic.
LOL, I HOPE HELL IS FUN, YOU GAIZ :DDD!
“Oh my GOD,” said Eunhyuk, and flailed off his chair; he lay on the floor on his back, squawking, “My eyes, oh my god, my eyes.” He was surrounded by interested band members in five seconds flat.
“Is the Pajama Party video up?” asked Sungmin brightly.
“My latest cyworld?” asked Heechul, with such a dangerous smirk that everyone backed away slightly and vowed to check later on.
“ALIENS?” yelled Donghae, and was hit over the head by Kibum.
Siwon leant in a bit closer. “No,” he said slowly. “Fanfic, actually.”
“Nothing more than you deserve, reading that filth,” sniffed Eeteuk.
“Am I in it?” asked Heechul, practically climbing over Hankyung in order to get closer to see.
“Yes,” said Eunhyuk hoarsely, and Hankyung and Siwon exchanged nervous glances, because they remembered all too well what happened last time Heechul was in a fanfic that they read.
“Is that-” Ryeowook squeaked. “Is that Taemin that you’re having sex with?”
Everyone recoiled backwards, apart from Eunhyuk, who was still traumatised on the floor, and Heechul, who looked even more interested and managed to get close enough to take the computer chair for himself.
He read it quickly, a grin coming over his face. “That’s amazing,” he said. “Look, it’s exactly like me!”
“Taemin,” moaned Eunhyuk from the floor.
“But he’s fifteen,” said Yehsung.
“But he’s still legal,” said Heechul absently. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Yeah,” he said thoughtfully. “That could work.”
Shindong laughed nervously. “You,” he said. “What do you mean, that could work?”
“I mean that I could totally seduce Taemin,” said Heechul airily. “I mean, he’s only fifteen, how difficult could it be?”
“Hyung,” said Siwon, scandalised. “Even I won’t be enough to keep you from hell if you did that.”
“I can’t believe they called me a narcissist,” said Heechul, ignoring him and flipping his hair from his eyes.
“That’s the only truthful bit of the entire thing,” said Kangin, and ducked the bottle of water thrown at his head.
“So if I catch him just before a performance, I could drag him into a spare dressing room and show him how the world really works,” said Heechul.
“Oh my god,” moaned Hankyung in Chinese, and Siwon shot him a hurt look.
“It’s like a “How-to” guide, look,” said Heechul gleefully.
“No, Heechul,” said Eeteuk.
“But we match,” said Heechul. “Look, matching bowl cuts! We’re like mother and daughter or something!”
“No,” said Eeteuk, a little more firmly.
“But clearly my fans want it,” said Heechul. “I mean, they’re writing it, surely they want me to actually do it. Probably they want a film of it too.”
“Please tell me you hid the camera after last time,” Hankyung whispered to Siwon.
“Crap,” Siwon whispered back.
“No, Heechul,” said Eeteuk, and Kangin tried to pull the computer chair away from the desk. Heechul grabbed onto the edge and clung on for dear life, screeching at the top of his lungs in protest. Eventually Kangin let go just so everyone could regain their hearing.
“I’m going to find my camera,” said Heechul, suddenly jumping up and knocking Shindong in the jaw with his shoulder. “Then I’m going to run over to the SHINee dorm and see if Taemin’s in.”
“Fuck!” yelled Eeteuk, and made a desperate grab for Heechul’s arm. “Quick, someone stop him!”
Everyone exchanged nervous glances, a little unsure as to whether to follow their leader’s order, and then Kibum reached out and wrapped his arms around Heechul’s waist as he ran past and lifted him bodily off the ground.
“Kibum!” screamed Heechul. “Kibum, you little fucker, let go of me or I’ll fucking - fucking-”
“Whatever, hyung,” said Kibum, bored now, and he dropped Heechul onto the floor.
“Quick, sit on him!” yelled Donghae, and proceeded to throw himself at Heechul’s body.
Before long, Heechul was sprawled on the floor, Donghae, Sungmin, Shindong and Kyuhyun were all sitting on him, Eeteuk was trying to bring Eunhyuk back around, Ryeowook was hiding behind Yehsung because he was scared in case Heechul managed to get free, Siwon was standing in the corner in fear of the same thing, Hankyung was trying to edge towards the door, and Kangin was watching over the whole thing with a smug smile.
“I can’t fucking breathe,” gasped Heechul.
“Good,” said Kangin. “Best thing I’ve heard all day. Hankyung, you sit on him too.”
Hankyung shot him a shocked look, tried to act like he didn’t understand, ducked the fist that Kangin swung at him, and rather tentatively sat on one of Heechul’s legs. Heechul sucked in a gasp of air that whistled audibly.
“You’re such a traitor,” he said angrily. “Fucking Chinaman. The only way you’re getting sex tonight is if you sleep at Siwon’s.”
Hankyung sent a desperate look over to Siwon’s direction; Siwon just shrugged helplessly.
Henry and Zhou Mi walked in just then, laughter dying in their throats as they took in the scene; Heechul’s flailing legs and screamed curses. Ryeowook immediately darted over and covered Henry’s ears.
“Um,” said Zhou Mi, switching the conversation to Chinese, looking confused. “Why are you sitting on Heechul-ge?”
“It’s a long story,” said Kyuhyun. “Come help.”
“No!” yelled Hankyung. “Save yourself, and take me with you!”
***
It was Hankyung who noticed the danger first of all; everyone else had forgotten the incident. When the members of SHINee wandered into their dressing room to talk to them, Hankyung immediately grabbed hold of Heechul’s wrist and tried to ask him something. Heechul shook him off, annoyed, and stood up and walked over.
“Hey, Taemin,” he said. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
“Yeah,” said Taemin brightly, looking a little flattered at Heechul having picked him out to talk to.
Eunhyuk made a low moaning noise.
“Fuck!” said Kangin, and ignored the angry look Eeteuk gave him; there are young ones around, the look said.
Heechul took hold of Taemin’s wrist.
“Quick, someone stop him!” said Sungmin loudly. The members of SHINee all glanced at each other and then back at their hyungs.
“If you sit on me again,” said Heechul coolly, eyeing Yehsung, who had been inching closer, “you’ll all wake up with rusty nails hammered into your eyes.”
Yehsung stopped.
Heechul started moving forward again, dragging Taemin after him, and the closer he got to the door, the wider his smirk got, as every single one of his band mates pretended not to notice what he was up to for fear that he retaliate (everyone apart from Kibum, that is, who hadn’t looked up from his book, in spite of Donghae pushing his shoulder to get him to help). He opened the door straight onto a surprised looking Siwon, who glanced at what his hand was holding, and then made a rather comical expression with his eyebrows.
“Quick, Siwon!” said Donghae. “Stop him!”
Siwon jerked back a bit as Heechul glared at him, daring him to attempt to do so with his eyes, and then he shrugged, wrapped a hand around Heechul’s neck and kissed him. Heechul immediately dropped Taemin’s wrist and fisted his hands in the material at Siwon’s collar and kissed back, forgetting about his previous plans straight away. Taemin was descended upon by the other members of Super Junior and deposited back to his own band with an air of a refugee being reunited with his family. Sungmin patted Taemin on the head for a couple of seconds, looking thoughtful; Hankyung tried to get Siwon and Heechul to break apart; Yehsung and Donghae tried to convince Eunhyuk to uncover his eyes; Eeteuk buried his face in Kangin’s neck, looking on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“We can learn a lot from the Super Junior-hyungs,” said Onew solemnly.
“I’m not sure I want to,” said Key.
Fandom: Super Junior, SHINee
Pairing: Heechul/Taemin, Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul, vague other pairings.
Word count: 1,305
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Siwon leant in a bit closer. “No,” he said slowly. “Fanfic, actually.”
A/N: Companion piece to meitachi’s Heechul/Taemin pornfic.
LOL, I HOPE HELL IS FUN, YOU GAIZ :DDD!
“Oh my GOD,” said Eunhyuk, and flailed off his chair; he lay on the floor on his back, squawking, “My eyes, oh my god, my eyes.” He was surrounded by interested band members in five seconds flat.
“Is the Pajama Party video up?” asked Sungmin brightly.
“My latest cyworld?” asked Heechul, with such a dangerous smirk that everyone backed away slightly and vowed to check later on.
“ALIENS?” yelled Donghae, and was hit over the head by Kibum.
Siwon leant in a bit closer. “No,” he said slowly. “Fanfic, actually.”
“Nothing more than you deserve, reading that filth,” sniffed Eeteuk.
“Am I in it?” asked Heechul, practically climbing over Hankyung in order to get closer to see.
“Yes,” said Eunhyuk hoarsely, and Hankyung and Siwon exchanged nervous glances, because they remembered all too well what happened last time Heechul was in a fanfic that they read.
“Is that-” Ryeowook squeaked. “Is that Taemin that you’re having sex with?”
Everyone recoiled backwards, apart from Eunhyuk, who was still traumatised on the floor, and Heechul, who looked even more interested and managed to get close enough to take the computer chair for himself.
He read it quickly, a grin coming over his face. “That’s amazing,” he said. “Look, it’s exactly like me!”
“Taemin,” moaned Eunhyuk from the floor.
“But he’s fifteen,” said Yehsung.
“But he’s still legal,” said Heechul absently. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Yeah,” he said thoughtfully. “That could work.”
Shindong laughed nervously. “You,” he said. “What do you mean, that could work?”
“I mean that I could totally seduce Taemin,” said Heechul airily. “I mean, he’s only fifteen, how difficult could it be?”
“Hyung,” said Siwon, scandalised. “Even I won’t be enough to keep you from hell if you did that.”
“I can’t believe they called me a narcissist,” said Heechul, ignoring him and flipping his hair from his eyes.
“That’s the only truthful bit of the entire thing,” said Kangin, and ducked the bottle of water thrown at his head.
“So if I catch him just before a performance, I could drag him into a spare dressing room and show him how the world really works,” said Heechul.
“Oh my god,” moaned Hankyung in Chinese, and Siwon shot him a hurt look.
“It’s like a “How-to” guide, look,” said Heechul gleefully.
“No, Heechul,” said Eeteuk.
“But we match,” said Heechul. “Look, matching bowl cuts! We’re like mother and daughter or something!”
“No,” said Eeteuk, a little more firmly.
“But clearly my fans want it,” said Heechul. “I mean, they’re writing it, surely they want me to actually do it. Probably they want a film of it too.”
“Please tell me you hid the camera after last time,” Hankyung whispered to Siwon.
“Crap,” Siwon whispered back.
“No, Heechul,” said Eeteuk, and Kangin tried to pull the computer chair away from the desk. Heechul grabbed onto the edge and clung on for dear life, screeching at the top of his lungs in protest. Eventually Kangin let go just so everyone could regain their hearing.
“I’m going to find my camera,” said Heechul, suddenly jumping up and knocking Shindong in the jaw with his shoulder. “Then I’m going to run over to the SHINee dorm and see if Taemin’s in.”
“Fuck!” yelled Eeteuk, and made a desperate grab for Heechul’s arm. “Quick, someone stop him!”
Everyone exchanged nervous glances, a little unsure as to whether to follow their leader’s order, and then Kibum reached out and wrapped his arms around Heechul’s waist as he ran past and lifted him bodily off the ground.
“Kibum!” screamed Heechul. “Kibum, you little fucker, let go of me or I’ll fucking - fucking-”
“Whatever, hyung,” said Kibum, bored now, and he dropped Heechul onto the floor.
“Quick, sit on him!” yelled Donghae, and proceeded to throw himself at Heechul’s body.
Before long, Heechul was sprawled on the floor, Donghae, Sungmin, Shindong and Kyuhyun were all sitting on him, Eeteuk was trying to bring Eunhyuk back around, Ryeowook was hiding behind Yehsung because he was scared in case Heechul managed to get free, Siwon was standing in the corner in fear of the same thing, Hankyung was trying to edge towards the door, and Kangin was watching over the whole thing with a smug smile.
“I can’t fucking breathe,” gasped Heechul.
“Good,” said Kangin. “Best thing I’ve heard all day. Hankyung, you sit on him too.”
Hankyung shot him a shocked look, tried to act like he didn’t understand, ducked the fist that Kangin swung at him, and rather tentatively sat on one of Heechul’s legs. Heechul sucked in a gasp of air that whistled audibly.
“You’re such a traitor,” he said angrily. “Fucking Chinaman. The only way you’re getting sex tonight is if you sleep at Siwon’s.”
Hankyung sent a desperate look over to Siwon’s direction; Siwon just shrugged helplessly.
Henry and Zhou Mi walked in just then, laughter dying in their throats as they took in the scene; Heechul’s flailing legs and screamed curses. Ryeowook immediately darted over and covered Henry’s ears.
“Um,” said Zhou Mi, switching the conversation to Chinese, looking confused. “Why are you sitting on Heechul-ge?”
“It’s a long story,” said Kyuhyun. “Come help.”
“No!” yelled Hankyung. “Save yourself, and take me with you!”
***
It was Hankyung who noticed the danger first of all; everyone else had forgotten the incident. When the members of SHINee wandered into their dressing room to talk to them, Hankyung immediately grabbed hold of Heechul’s wrist and tried to ask him something. Heechul shook him off, annoyed, and stood up and walked over.
“Hey, Taemin,” he said. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
“Yeah,” said Taemin brightly, looking a little flattered at Heechul having picked him out to talk to.
Eunhyuk made a low moaning noise.
“Fuck!” said Kangin, and ignored the angry look Eeteuk gave him; there are young ones around, the look said.
Heechul took hold of Taemin’s wrist.
“Quick, someone stop him!” said Sungmin loudly. The members of SHINee all glanced at each other and then back at their hyungs.
“If you sit on me again,” said Heechul coolly, eyeing Yehsung, who had been inching closer, “you’ll all wake up with rusty nails hammered into your eyes.”
Yehsung stopped.
Heechul started moving forward again, dragging Taemin after him, and the closer he got to the door, the wider his smirk got, as every single one of his band mates pretended not to notice what he was up to for fear that he retaliate (everyone apart from Kibum, that is, who hadn’t looked up from his book, in spite of Donghae pushing his shoulder to get him to help). He opened the door straight onto a surprised looking Siwon, who glanced at what his hand was holding, and then made a rather comical expression with his eyebrows.
“Quick, Siwon!” said Donghae. “Stop him!”
Siwon jerked back a bit as Heechul glared at him, daring him to attempt to do so with his eyes, and then he shrugged, wrapped a hand around Heechul’s neck and kissed him. Heechul immediately dropped Taemin’s wrist and fisted his hands in the material at Siwon’s collar and kissed back, forgetting about his previous plans straight away. Taemin was descended upon by the other members of Super Junior and deposited back to his own band with an air of a refugee being reunited with his family. Sungmin patted Taemin on the head for a couple of seconds, looking thoughtful; Hankyung tried to get Siwon and Heechul to break apart; Yehsung and Donghae tried to convince Eunhyuk to uncover his eyes; Eeteuk buried his face in Kangin’s neck, looking on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“We can learn a lot from the Super Junior-hyungs,” said Onew solemnly.
“I’m not sure I want to,” said Key.