Super Junior; Various Pairings; Drabbles 2
Title: Drabbles 2
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairings: QMi; HanChul
Word Count: 448-646
Ratings: PG -- PG-13
Genre: Humor; Flangst
Summary: ZhouMi causes some serious brainfuckery and Kyuhyun doesn't know what to do about it; Heechul and Hankyung face the next step called "China".
A/N: Eh, i dont even know where this QMi came from. I was bored, first chapter of DBPK wasnt getting any reads and i didnt know what else to do. I guess its okay, it couldve been better if i worked on it a little bit more but i just dont have time, and i want to get it off of my mind. i have so many unfinished fics to catch up on. blargh. The HanChul i wrote a while ago, originally titled Crossing Waters but i changed it and pretty much rewrote the whole thing, and its now a ton shorter and written a little differently but...idk. again, could be better. i wish i could work on it more but i just...idk. i like it, but i dont think its single-post worthy. again, idk. im feeling like that a lot lately. and now im really frustrated because half this A/N got deleted and it wouldnt undo and im just...*sigh*.
**for korichan, cuz its her birthday!!...i dont even know her favorite pairings to write her a bday fic, omg im such a bad friend TTOTT forgive me
QMi / Someone Has Issues / Humor / PG-13 / 448
Kyuhyun thinks Zhou Mi is the dumbest person he’s ever met but he still wants to touch God he wants to touch because Zhou Mi also happens to be the tallest, gangliest person he’s ever met and he didn’t even know he had a thing for that but apparently he does.
Zhou Mi smiles and he laughs and he says weird words in a weird language and Kyuhyun wants to slam his head against the wall because he really shouldn’t be this turned on, especially not by that and especially not on a talk show. Zhou Mi doesn't notice the glare from Kyuhyun across the sofa, and he just keeps talking and talking and talking. Kyuhyun wonders if he’ll ever shut up. It isn’t until Zhou Mi turns his head in the middle of his story, scanning the audience, does he catch Kyuhyun’s gaze out of the corner of his eye and Kyuhyun swears his smile gets just a little bit wider as he keeps talking. Kyuhyun bitterly thinks that there’s something wrong with this picture if he’s the one hot and bothered and Zhou Mi isn’t. Instead, he’s cool and collected. Kyuhyun didn’t even know he could manage that.
After he’s finished with his story, Zhou Mi winks ever so slightly at the crowd, but Kyuhyun knows its really for him because a hand is making it’s way lightly up his leg and Zhou Mi is still grinning like a cocky bastard. Or an idiot. Kyuhyun can’t choose.
There is something definitely, definitely wrong.
***
“I hate you.”
“Oh be quiet, you love me,” Zhou Mi says as he flops down on Kyuhyun’s bed, exhausted. Kyuhyun lies with his arms stretched out limply, glaring a hole into the ceiling. Zhou Mi pulls the crumpled sheets back over them, relishing in the cool slide over his still burning skin.
“No, really, I do.” Kyuhyun lets his head fall to the side to look at Zhou Mi, currently propping himself up on one arm and smiling at him bemusedly. “I hate your plushies and your stories and your hair.”
Zhou Mi lets out a shocked gasp. “What’s wrong with my hair!”
“Everything.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Zhou Mi translates, muttering grumpily.
“Everything’s wrong because everything’s right and I don’t like it. Seriously, Yesung makes more sense than you.”
“Someone has issues.” Zhou Mi lets his head fall back on the pillow. “If you don’t like it,” he says, picking up a second pillow and flopping it onto Kyuhyun’s face with a soft fwoomp sound, “you can suck it.”
Kyuhyun slides the pillow off his face, grinning at him. “I already did.”
Zhou Mi shoves him off the bed.
***
started: 1/10/09
HanChul / Something Serious / PG / Flangst / 626 words
“Mandarin? As in…Chinese? As in China?”
Hankyung’s hand found Heechul’s and he squeezed. Heechul was staring at the paper in his hands, comprehension slowly easing itself into his features. Hankyung could feel his pulse flutter, but he didn't squeeze back.
***
“You leave tomorrow.”
Hankyung straightened up, drawing the back of his hand across his brow from where he stood next to the large black suitcase spilling out onto the floor. Heechul lay on his bed, propping himself up on his elbows. He was looking at him curiously, regarding him with his head cocked to the side, eyes locked on the younger man’s. He had been watching him pack for the last hour, but this was the first time he’d spoken. He normally wasn't this quiet unless it was something serious.
…Was this something serious?
Hankyung walked the short distance to the bed, pausing in front of Heechul, whose eyes never left him as he moved. He lifted a hand, trailing his fingers softly down the pale skin of Heechul’s arm. He wanted to spend the time to memorize every inch of Heechul’s skin, capture the very feel of him, but they both knew they didn't have the time. Besides, Hankyung had already memorized it, anyway.
“…I do,” he said simply.
Heechul swallowed, and Hankyung knew the feeling of the familiar burn that was creeping up Heechul’s throat, unseen but not unnoticed. Heechul turned away, staring out the dark window, tearing his eyes away from the boy in front of him for the first time that night. Hankyung’s stomach clenched. This wasn’t supposed to be something serious.
When Heechul looked back, quiet and intense, his eyes whispered the pain, the loneliness, the sadness, the worry into the still air. Hankyung brought a slim, gently rough hand up, cupping the side of Heechul’s face as his eyes flicked over the beautiful features, memorizing, memorizing what he already knew.
“Wo Ai Ni,” he breathed.
Heechul rewarded him with a weak smile that let him know he had said completely the right thing in completely the wrong language.
***
Heechul didn’t want much, just time. He used the little he had left with Hankyung to sit on the living room couch, twisting in laughter, feet brushing and ankles entwined as they fell away from each other, sharing a private joke in the dim two-o-clock-in-the-morning light.
This was not the time for being serious.
***
Hankyung smiles at Heechul, and he smiles back.
“Hi, how are you today?” Heechul asks.
“Hi, my name is Hangeng,” he replies with a proud grin.
Heechul offers a feeble smile. “I know.”
He watches the screen long after Hankyung’s face has been replaced by a drama that he doesn't know or understand. It’s a long time before he gets up and switches off the television, before he makes his way down the silent hallway, past the other member’s doors and through his own. He picks up his cell phone off his bedside table.
“Hankyung,” he says as he hears the click of the phone being answered on the other side of the receiver, and he makes sure to stress the last half of the name.
***
Heechul is happy for Hankyung. He’s happy that he comes back different, changed, confident. He’s happy that he smells different, feels different, moves different. He’s very happy that he touches different. He’s happy that he’s happy.
It doesn’t matter how cold Heechul’s bed felt at night. It doesn’t matter how quiet it seemed amongst all the noise. It doesn’t matter that Heechul woke up to the taste of tears sometimes, not many times, but enough to note.
It doesn’t matter, because Heechul can say “saranghae” just as well as he can say “wo ai ni”. It doesn't matter, because Hankyung’s pulse still matches his. It doesn’t matter, because Hankyung matters.
This isn’t something serious. They can handle serious. They’ve been doing very well with serious.
***
started/finished: 1/10/09
btw, i really hate formatting drabbles.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairings: QMi; HanChul
Word Count: 448-646
Ratings: PG -- PG-13
Genre: Humor; Flangst
Summary: ZhouMi causes some serious brainfuckery and Kyuhyun doesn't know what to do about it; Heechul and Hankyung face the next step called "China".
A/N: Eh, i dont even know where this QMi came from. I was bored, first chapter of DBPK wasnt getting any reads and i didnt know what else to do. I guess its okay, it couldve been better if i worked on it a little bit more but i just dont have time, and i want to get it off of my mind. i have so many unfinished fics to catch up on. blargh. The HanChul i wrote a while ago, originally titled Crossing Waters but i changed it and pretty much rewrote the whole thing, and its now a ton shorter and written a little differently but...idk. again, could be better. i wish i could work on it more but i just...idk. i like it, but i dont think its single-post worthy. again, idk. im feeling like that a lot lately. and now im really frustrated because half this A/N got deleted and it wouldnt undo and im just...*sigh*.
**for korichan, cuz its her birthday!!...i dont even know her favorite pairings to write her a bday fic, omg im such a bad friend TTOTT forgive me
QMi / Someone Has Issues / Humor / PG-13 / 448
Kyuhyun thinks Zhou Mi is the dumbest person he’s ever met but he still wants to touch God he wants to touch because Zhou Mi also happens to be the tallest, gangliest person he’s ever met and he didn’t even know he had a thing for that but apparently he does.
Zhou Mi smiles and he laughs and he says weird words in a weird language and Kyuhyun wants to slam his head against the wall because he really shouldn’t be this turned on, especially not by that and especially not on a talk show. Zhou Mi doesn't notice the glare from Kyuhyun across the sofa, and he just keeps talking and talking and talking. Kyuhyun wonders if he’ll ever shut up. It isn’t until Zhou Mi turns his head in the middle of his story, scanning the audience, does he catch Kyuhyun’s gaze out of the corner of his eye and Kyuhyun swears his smile gets just a little bit wider as he keeps talking. Kyuhyun bitterly thinks that there’s something wrong with this picture if he’s the one hot and bothered and Zhou Mi isn’t. Instead, he’s cool and collected. Kyuhyun didn’t even know he could manage that.
After he’s finished with his story, Zhou Mi winks ever so slightly at the crowd, but Kyuhyun knows its really for him because a hand is making it’s way lightly up his leg and Zhou Mi is still grinning like a cocky bastard. Or an idiot. Kyuhyun can’t choose.
There is something definitely, definitely wrong.
***
“I hate you.”
“Oh be quiet, you love me,” Zhou Mi says as he flops down on Kyuhyun’s bed, exhausted. Kyuhyun lies with his arms stretched out limply, glaring a hole into the ceiling. Zhou Mi pulls the crumpled sheets back over them, relishing in the cool slide over his still burning skin.
“No, really, I do.” Kyuhyun lets his head fall to the side to look at Zhou Mi, currently propping himself up on one arm and smiling at him bemusedly. “I hate your plushies and your stories and your hair.”
Zhou Mi lets out a shocked gasp. “What’s wrong with my hair!”
“Everything.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Zhou Mi translates, muttering grumpily.
“Everything’s wrong because everything’s right and I don’t like it. Seriously, Yesung makes more sense than you.”
“Someone has issues.” Zhou Mi lets his head fall back on the pillow. “If you don’t like it,” he says, picking up a second pillow and flopping it onto Kyuhyun’s face with a soft fwoomp sound, “you can suck it.”
Kyuhyun slides the pillow off his face, grinning at him. “I already did.”
Zhou Mi shoves him off the bed.
***
started: 1/10/09
HanChul / Something Serious / PG / Flangst / 626 words
“Mandarin? As in…Chinese? As in China?”
Hankyung’s hand found Heechul’s and he squeezed. Heechul was staring at the paper in his hands, comprehension slowly easing itself into his features. Hankyung could feel his pulse flutter, but he didn't squeeze back.
***
“You leave tomorrow.”
Hankyung straightened up, drawing the back of his hand across his brow from where he stood next to the large black suitcase spilling out onto the floor. Heechul lay on his bed, propping himself up on his elbows. He was looking at him curiously, regarding him with his head cocked to the side, eyes locked on the younger man’s. He had been watching him pack for the last hour, but this was the first time he’d spoken. He normally wasn't this quiet unless it was something serious.
…Was this something serious?
Hankyung walked the short distance to the bed, pausing in front of Heechul, whose eyes never left him as he moved. He lifted a hand, trailing his fingers softly down the pale skin of Heechul’s arm. He wanted to spend the time to memorize every inch of Heechul’s skin, capture the very feel of him, but they both knew they didn't have the time. Besides, Hankyung had already memorized it, anyway.
“…I do,” he said simply.
Heechul swallowed, and Hankyung knew the feeling of the familiar burn that was creeping up Heechul’s throat, unseen but not unnoticed. Heechul turned away, staring out the dark window, tearing his eyes away from the boy in front of him for the first time that night. Hankyung’s stomach clenched. This wasn’t supposed to be something serious.
When Heechul looked back, quiet and intense, his eyes whispered the pain, the loneliness, the sadness, the worry into the still air. Hankyung brought a slim, gently rough hand up, cupping the side of Heechul’s face as his eyes flicked over the beautiful features, memorizing, memorizing what he already knew.
“Wo Ai Ni,” he breathed.
Heechul rewarded him with a weak smile that let him know he had said completely the right thing in completely the wrong language.
***
Heechul didn’t want much, just time. He used the little he had left with Hankyung to sit on the living room couch, twisting in laughter, feet brushing and ankles entwined as they fell away from each other, sharing a private joke in the dim two-o-clock-in-the-morning light.
This was not the time for being serious.
***
Hankyung smiles at Heechul, and he smiles back.
“Hi, how are you today?” Heechul asks.
“Hi, my name is Hangeng,” he replies with a proud grin.
Heechul offers a feeble smile. “I know.”
He watches the screen long after Hankyung’s face has been replaced by a drama that he doesn't know or understand. It’s a long time before he gets up and switches off the television, before he makes his way down the silent hallway, past the other member’s doors and through his own. He picks up his cell phone off his bedside table.
“Hankyung,” he says as he hears the click of the phone being answered on the other side of the receiver, and he makes sure to stress the last half of the name.
***
Heechul is happy for Hankyung. He’s happy that he comes back different, changed, confident. He’s happy that he smells different, feels different, moves different. He’s very happy that he touches different. He’s happy that he’s happy.
It doesn’t matter how cold Heechul’s bed felt at night. It doesn’t matter how quiet it seemed amongst all the noise. It doesn’t matter that Heechul woke up to the taste of tears sometimes, not many times, but enough to note.
It doesn’t matter, because Heechul can say “saranghae” just as well as he can say “wo ai ni”. It doesn't matter, because Hankyung’s pulse still matches his. It doesn’t matter, because Hankyung matters.
This isn’t something serious. They can handle serious. They’ve been doing very well with serious.
***
started/finished: 1/10/09
btw, i really hate formatting drabbles.