[Fic] Conversations in a ruined apartment.
Title: Conversations in a ruined apartment
Author: helzfyah
Pairing: ShiChul.
Rating: PG-13 for adult references, I guess.
Summary: Inspired by this comment Heechul made about the fire in his building. It was supposed to simply be a story about moving in together - but it evolved on me. And I know next to nothing about the details of the fire, so that's been totally dramatized.
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“Look at this mess,” Heechul says, gingerly picking his way through the shambles that is his apartment. He stands in the centre of the living room, hands braced on his hips. Shiwon enters the apartment after him, taking in the room. Clothes, books, papers are scattered everywhere. The sofa lies flipped on its side and turned to the wall, in a small pool of dirty water. Heechul bends down, carefully lifting a wet T-shirt from near his foot.
“Aish - this was my favourite shirt,” he says, tossing the ruined pink material away from him. He sighs, his breath blowing out in a steady stream, before he moves on to inspect the rest of the house.
Shiwon enters the kitchen - cupboards are gaping open, dishes lay broken on the floor. The fridge stands perilously near to a pool of water, its door swinging wide - Shiwon avoids getting too close. Hankyung’s recipe book sits on the counter, wet, its pages glued together from the moisture.
“Everything’s been doused,” Heechul’s voice pulls Shiwon from his contemplation of the damage. He stands in the doorway, playing with the ends of his hair.
“Didn’t the fire chief say they only wet the apartment down to keep the fire from spreading?” Heechul nods, absently fingering the sodden cookbook. “It looks like you’ve been robbed.”
Heechul’s eyes are flat as he pushes the cookbook away from him in a sudden burst of violent anger. “Yes well, the looters didn’t waste anytime.” He stuffs his hands deep in the pockets of his black plaid pants. “They were in here by the next day when the building had been cleared out.”
Shiwon pulls Heechul into his arms slowly - Heechul doesn’t resist; he rests his forehead against Shiwon’s shoulder and takes a long deep breath to steady himself. Shiwon laces his fingers through his hair, placing a gentle kiss against his temple.
Suddenly, Heechul pulls away from Shiwon, looking toward the doorway. “Did you hear that?” he says as he leaves the apartment. Shiwon follows, slightly confused. He steps through the front door just in time to see Heechul pick up a small bundle of grey fur that was curled into a corner of the hallway.
“Heebumie, you’re alright,” he croons gently to the kitten nestled in his arms. Shiwon places his arm around Heechul’s shoulder stroking the kitten along its back with his fingers.
“I told you he’d be alright - he’s a smart little thing.” Heechul nods, absently petting the kitten as it nuzzles against his fingers. He returns to the apartment, rummaging through the open cupboards until he finds a relatively untouched tin of cat food. He opens it, spooning some of the contents into a bowl and placing it and the kitten on the countertop. The kitten attacks the food ravenously.
Heechul leans against the counter, still stroking the kitten as it eats. “Now I need to find a place to stay until they let us back in here.”
Shiwon leans next to Heechul, his elbows resting on the counter. “You could-” he starts. Heechul looks over at him, curiosity in his eyes. Shiwon takes a deep breath. “You could stay with me.”
Heechul simply stares at him for a moment before releasing a snort of laughter. “Be serious Shiwonnie and help me figure out somewhere I can go for the next two weeks.”
Shiwon stands up straight, looking Heechul directly in his eyes. “I am being serious; I want you to stay with me.” Heechul’s laughter dies out, and confusion sets in.
“You want me to stay at your parents’ house? Have you finally lost your mind?”
Shiwon shakes his head. He takes Heechul’s hand in his, feathering his fingers across his knuckles.
“I want my parents to meet you.”
“They already know me.” Shiwon shakes his head again.
“They know Kim Heechul of Super Junior. I want them to meet you, the boy I’ve been in love with the past six months.”
“Shiwon,” Heechul says slowly, his eyes pinning Shiwon to the counter. “Are you saying you want to come out to your parents?”
“I think my mother… has an idea.” He rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling it away from his forehead. “I’ve never been this-” he tosses around for the correct word, “happy, not since we first debuted. And she knows there isn’t anyone else in my life right now, except for the band members.” Shiwon gently strokes Heechul’s bangs out of his eyes, curling them behind his ear. His finger trails along Heechul’s cheek, resting against the curve of his mouth. “There’s no one - except you. And I want her to know that.”
Heechul takes Shiwon’s hand in his, moving it away from his face. “Shiwonnie, do you even realize what you’re saying?” He grips Shiwon’s fingers tightly in his own. “Do you really think that your mother will react well if you tell her about us? And then, on top of that, to ask me to stay with them?
“If you’re going to break your mother’s heart then let it be for a damn good reason.” Heechul turns away, picking Hanjayheebum up from the counter and cradling the kitten against him. “Not for me.”
Shiwon wraps his arms around Heechul’s waist, feeling the tension that strings his body taut. “There is no better reason than you. And I said before - I think she already knows. I just-,” he places a small kiss below Heechul’s ear, “I need to share this part of me with her. I can’t hide this, not from my mother.”
“She’ll think I’m some perverted old man who’s trying to corrupt her darling son and send him straight to hell,” Heechul says, cynical and slightly bitter. Shiwon tries to stifle a laugh, but it escapes. Heechul shoots him a glare.
“You’re only 3 years older, hyung,” Shiwon says, the respectful title a teasing moniker between them. “And you know my mother’s been half in love with you since the day she met you.”
Heechul snorts, a harsh sound in the back of his throat. “That was before you decided to tell her I’ve been giving you personal lessons on how to insert tab A into slot B.” Shiwon's laugh escapes again - he earns a stinging pinch to the inside of his wrist for his trouble.
“And what about your father? Don’t think I didn’t notice that there’s been no mention of telling him anything.”
“My father.” Shiwon states, sobering immediately. His fingers stop moving across Heechul’s stomach and he drops his hand. He steps away, his eyes trained on the counter. “I’ve never been able to just tell him anything. I know he wont be able to accept this now.” He is quiet for a moment before raising his head again, biting into the corner of his smile. “But, Mother - she’s always supported me, no matter what. I know that when I tell her I’ve found someone, she’ll be happy for me.”
You have this all planned out, don’t you?” Heechul concentrates on the play of Hanjayheebum’s dark fur beneath his fingers. He meets Shiwon’s eyes over his shoulder. “You’re serious about this?” he asks.
Shiwon nods, kissing him lightly against his lips. “I love you Heechul. I want my mother to know that.”
The creak of the front door forces them apart. Heechul steps away from Shiwon’s body, still cradling his kitten while Shiwon leans back against the counter. The building manager sticks his head around the corner into the kitchen.
“I can’t allow you two to stay in hear any longer; the cleaning crews are getting ready to start on this floor,” he says.
Heechul stares at Shiwon, almost wide-eyed while the manager speaks, nodding in acknowledgment before he leaves. He grabs the small bag of clothes he salvaged from the bedrooms earlier before making his way toward the door.
“Where are we going?” Shiwon asks, following. Heechul pauses in the doorway, the bag hanging from his shoulder and the kitten purring in his palm.
“You’re dropping me off at the hostel,” he says, reaching up to stop Shiwon’s protests with a finger. “Then you’re going to have a very long talk with your mother. And we’ll see what happens tomorrow.”
Shiwon’s smile is almost blinding in its intensity. He glances out the door, inspecting the hallway before catching Heechul’s lips in a deep, bruising kiss. He is still smiling when they eventually break apart.
“You’re completely crazy.” Heechul whispers against his lips. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you for it.”
“There’s only one condition however,” he says, sliding from under Shiwon’s body and handing him his bag. “We are not having sex in your house when your parents are home.”
END.
A/N: I think my previous experience with several bad hurricanes influenced this story. Nevertheless, comments are welcomed and appreciated.
Author: helzfyah
Pairing: ShiChul.
Rating: PG-13 for adult references, I guess.
Summary: Inspired by this comment Heechul made about the fire in his building. It was supposed to simply be a story about moving in together - but it evolved on me. And I know next to nothing about the details of the fire, so that's been totally dramatized.
***
“Look at this mess,” Heechul says, gingerly picking his way through the shambles that is his apartment. He stands in the centre of the living room, hands braced on his hips. Shiwon enters the apartment after him, taking in the room. Clothes, books, papers are scattered everywhere. The sofa lies flipped on its side and turned to the wall, in a small pool of dirty water. Heechul bends down, carefully lifting a wet T-shirt from near his foot.
“Aish - this was my favourite shirt,” he says, tossing the ruined pink material away from him. He sighs, his breath blowing out in a steady stream, before he moves on to inspect the rest of the house.
Shiwon enters the kitchen - cupboards are gaping open, dishes lay broken on the floor. The fridge stands perilously near to a pool of water, its door swinging wide - Shiwon avoids getting too close. Hankyung’s recipe book sits on the counter, wet, its pages glued together from the moisture.
“Everything’s been doused,” Heechul’s voice pulls Shiwon from his contemplation of the damage. He stands in the doorway, playing with the ends of his hair.
“Didn’t the fire chief say they only wet the apartment down to keep the fire from spreading?” Heechul nods, absently fingering the sodden cookbook. “It looks like you’ve been robbed.”
Heechul’s eyes are flat as he pushes the cookbook away from him in a sudden burst of violent anger. “Yes well, the looters didn’t waste anytime.” He stuffs his hands deep in the pockets of his black plaid pants. “They were in here by the next day when the building had been cleared out.”
Shiwon pulls Heechul into his arms slowly - Heechul doesn’t resist; he rests his forehead against Shiwon’s shoulder and takes a long deep breath to steady himself. Shiwon laces his fingers through his hair, placing a gentle kiss against his temple.
Suddenly, Heechul pulls away from Shiwon, looking toward the doorway. “Did you hear that?” he says as he leaves the apartment. Shiwon follows, slightly confused. He steps through the front door just in time to see Heechul pick up a small bundle of grey fur that was curled into a corner of the hallway.
“Heebumie, you’re alright,” he croons gently to the kitten nestled in his arms. Shiwon places his arm around Heechul’s shoulder stroking the kitten along its back with his fingers.
“I told you he’d be alright - he’s a smart little thing.” Heechul nods, absently petting the kitten as it nuzzles against his fingers. He returns to the apartment, rummaging through the open cupboards until he finds a relatively untouched tin of cat food. He opens it, spooning some of the contents into a bowl and placing it and the kitten on the countertop. The kitten attacks the food ravenously.
Heechul leans against the counter, still stroking the kitten as it eats. “Now I need to find a place to stay until they let us back in here.”
Shiwon leans next to Heechul, his elbows resting on the counter. “You could-” he starts. Heechul looks over at him, curiosity in his eyes. Shiwon takes a deep breath. “You could stay with me.”
Heechul simply stares at him for a moment before releasing a snort of laughter. “Be serious Shiwonnie and help me figure out somewhere I can go for the next two weeks.”
Shiwon stands up straight, looking Heechul directly in his eyes. “I am being serious; I want you to stay with me.” Heechul’s laughter dies out, and confusion sets in.
“You want me to stay at your parents’ house? Have you finally lost your mind?”
Shiwon shakes his head. He takes Heechul’s hand in his, feathering his fingers across his knuckles.
“I want my parents to meet you.”
“They already know me.” Shiwon shakes his head again.
“They know Kim Heechul of Super Junior. I want them to meet you, the boy I’ve been in love with the past six months.”
“Shiwon,” Heechul says slowly, his eyes pinning Shiwon to the counter. “Are you saying you want to come out to your parents?”
“I think my mother… has an idea.” He rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling it away from his forehead. “I’ve never been this-” he tosses around for the correct word, “happy, not since we first debuted. And she knows there isn’t anyone else in my life right now, except for the band members.” Shiwon gently strokes Heechul’s bangs out of his eyes, curling them behind his ear. His finger trails along Heechul’s cheek, resting against the curve of his mouth. “There’s no one - except you. And I want her to know that.”
Heechul takes Shiwon’s hand in his, moving it away from his face. “Shiwonnie, do you even realize what you’re saying?” He grips Shiwon’s fingers tightly in his own. “Do you really think that your mother will react well if you tell her about us? And then, on top of that, to ask me to stay with them?
“If you’re going to break your mother’s heart then let it be for a damn good reason.” Heechul turns away, picking Hanjayheebum up from the counter and cradling the kitten against him. “Not for me.”
Shiwon wraps his arms around Heechul’s waist, feeling the tension that strings his body taut. “There is no better reason than you. And I said before - I think she already knows. I just-,” he places a small kiss below Heechul’s ear, “I need to share this part of me with her. I can’t hide this, not from my mother.”
“She’ll think I’m some perverted old man who’s trying to corrupt her darling son and send him straight to hell,” Heechul says, cynical and slightly bitter. Shiwon tries to stifle a laugh, but it escapes. Heechul shoots him a glare.
“You’re only 3 years older, hyung,” Shiwon says, the respectful title a teasing moniker between them. “And you know my mother’s been half in love with you since the day she met you.”
Heechul snorts, a harsh sound in the back of his throat. “That was before you decided to tell her I’ve been giving you personal lessons on how to insert tab A into slot B.” Shiwon's laugh escapes again - he earns a stinging pinch to the inside of his wrist for his trouble.
“And what about your father? Don’t think I didn’t notice that there’s been no mention of telling him anything.”
“My father.” Shiwon states, sobering immediately. His fingers stop moving across Heechul’s stomach and he drops his hand. He steps away, his eyes trained on the counter. “I’ve never been able to just tell him anything. I know he wont be able to accept this now.” He is quiet for a moment before raising his head again, biting into the corner of his smile. “But, Mother - she’s always supported me, no matter what. I know that when I tell her I’ve found someone, she’ll be happy for me.”
You have this all planned out, don’t you?” Heechul concentrates on the play of Hanjayheebum’s dark fur beneath his fingers. He meets Shiwon’s eyes over his shoulder. “You’re serious about this?” he asks.
Shiwon nods, kissing him lightly against his lips. “I love you Heechul. I want my mother to know that.”
The creak of the front door forces them apart. Heechul steps away from Shiwon’s body, still cradling his kitten while Shiwon leans back against the counter. The building manager sticks his head around the corner into the kitchen.
“I can’t allow you two to stay in hear any longer; the cleaning crews are getting ready to start on this floor,” he says.
Heechul stares at Shiwon, almost wide-eyed while the manager speaks, nodding in acknowledgment before he leaves. He grabs the small bag of clothes he salvaged from the bedrooms earlier before making his way toward the door.
“Where are we going?” Shiwon asks, following. Heechul pauses in the doorway, the bag hanging from his shoulder and the kitten purring in his palm.
“You’re dropping me off at the hostel,” he says, reaching up to stop Shiwon’s protests with a finger. “Then you’re going to have a very long talk with your mother. And we’ll see what happens tomorrow.”
Shiwon’s smile is almost blinding in its intensity. He glances out the door, inspecting the hallway before catching Heechul’s lips in a deep, bruising kiss. He is still smiling when they eventually break apart.
“You’re completely crazy.” Heechul whispers against his lips. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you for it.”
“There’s only one condition however,” he says, sliding from under Shiwon’s body and handing him his bag. “We are not having sex in your house when your parents are home.”
END.
A/N: I think my previous experience with several bad hurricanes influenced this story. Nevertheless, comments are welcomed and appreciated.