Super Junior; Henwook; Eyeliner
Title: Eyeliner
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: HenWook
Word Count: 1,601
Rating: G
Summary: Henry's stylists must be insane. (But then again aren't all kpop stylists?)
Genre: Humor/Fluff/semi!crack
A/N: So this was inspired by the Super Junior M Me music video because I dont know for sure but henry's eyes r like asdfghjkl and they look like they have eyeliner on them so i was like what the hell, for the purpose of the fic...they do. And i hope they actually do in the video, because its hot adorable. Anyways, this is my first Henwook. lets see how it goes, shall we?
“You know what look great on you, Henry?
The young boy glanced up from his crossword puzzle, looking suspiciously at his female stylist. “…What?” he asked slowly, warily.
She grinned at him enthusiastically. “Eyeliner.”
Henry gaped at her, somewhat horrified at the mere idea. She smiled in what she thought was a reassuring way and turned his chair away from the mirror to face her.
“Trust me.”
***
The funny thing about Henry and his stylist was that he had learned not to trust her (or any stylist for that matter) the instant he met her. This was partly because of witnessing the horrific decisions of the Dong Bang Shin Ki stylists and partly because she had wanted so badly to bleach his hair blonde the moment she laid eyes on him. Why, he didn’t know. All he knew was that, as she tried to pry his eye open, black eyeliner pencil in hand, and as he tried so desperately to squint away her and the pencil with the sheer force of his awesome blinking muscles, was that this was going to go horribly, horribly wrong.
After seven whole minutes of a violent struggle between them, Henry pinned to the chair, stylist thwarting his escape by sitting on him heavily, she finally managed to get the eyeliner applied to her satisfaction. Henry had given up his frantic squirming after 4 minutes and several painful pokes to the eye. A frown fixed firmly in place, he glared at his stylist moodily. She just giggled, pinched his cheeks, and told him he was cute before flouncing away. Henry sighed.
He didn’t even want to see how ridiculous he looked, because that would have just thrown him off for the whole photo shoot that day, so instead he walked out on set, eyes lowered in an attempt to make the eyeliner as unnoticeable as possible. Unfortunately, Henry couldn’t keep his head down throughout the entire shooting, no matter how badly he wanted to. So when he looked up at Ryeowook’s call, he saw his hyung staring at him, mouth hanging open slightly. Henry flushed and inwardly cursed his stylist to a million bajillion deaths. Ryeowook continued to look at him unfocusedly.
“Er…yes, hyung?” Henry prompted after a few moments of awkward silence.
Ryeowook shook his head, dazed. “Uh…I…uh…” Ryeowook trailed off quietly. Henry looked at him, concerned. Ryeowook’s mouth still hung open slightly as he continued to gaze at the younger boy. Henry looked around himself tentatively. After Ryeowook just looked at him vacantly for a few more minutes, Henry hesitantly shuffled away.
This was going to be a long day.
***
“Henry’s wearing eyeliner!! Donghae trilled, voice echoing across the large white room from where he sat on the giant green “J”, feet swinging happily.
Henry tried to swat at him, but the boy leaned away from his short waving arm, grinning widely at him. “Shut up, hyung.”
Hankyung sped up behind him, grabbed his face, and turned it sharply towards his, looking at him closely. He peered at him, eyes narrowed, before they widened in surprise. “You are!” he exclaimed, awed. Henry twisted away, trying to escape yet again but Siwon appeared out of nowhere and caught him around the waist, holding him still as Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun wandered over to inspect their magnae too. All of them cooed over him, making different exclamations of excitement and some making teasing jokes, Donghae’s sing-song cries of “eyelinerrr” echoing in the background. Henry fervently wished he were somewhere, anywhere else -- perhaps Disneyland.
Henry sighed again. He was doing that a lot today.
***
Henry pressed himself flat against the wall, eyes shifting, taking in his surroundings. His mission: get into the dressing room and get off the eyeliner.
It could be dangerous.
Henry listened to the sounds around him, the empty hallway silent. When he was satisfied his stylist or fellow band mates weren’t going to pop around the corner and attack him violently, he peeled himself from the wall. His mind continued to play the Mission Impossible theme song in his head, and he rolled unnecessarily on the linoleum floor, snapping up on the other side of the door in a crouching position, arms thrown out to the sides. He whipped his head around, checking his surroundings again, before silently turning the handle and slipping through the door. Once inside the dressing room, Henry sprinted to the mirrors and frantically began rummaging around for a piece of cloth, a tissue, anything to get this cursed eyeliner off of his face. As he was digging through Hankyung’s bag hurriedly, a rustling noise sounded behind him. Henry squeaked and jumped a foot in the air, before dropping the bag and turning around, hands raised in surrender. His voice died in his throat as Ryeowook stepped out from behind a rack of clothes.
“Henry…?” Ryeowook looked at him, surprised.
Henry struggled to regain some control over his vocal cords. “H-Hyung!” he squeaked again. Damn. Why did he always manage to fall to pieces around Ryeowook, making him seem even more nervous than he normally was? Ryeowook looked at the duffle bag on the floor, before looking at Henry questioningly. “I-I…I was just…” Henry stammered. “Eyeliner?” he offered helpfully.
“Oh,” said Ryeowook, looking back up at the blushing boy. Something seemed to dawn on him and Henry saw a faint pink appear on his cheeks too. He stepped over a pile of clothes on the floor and closer to the boy in front of him. “About…before. It was just…I mean, I was going to say…well, I forget what I was going to say, I think it had something to do with pasta--but what I mean is I…I…what I’m trying to say is…I like your eyeliner.” Ryeowook stumbled out, the last line coming out rather lamely. Henry blushed even darker than what he thought was possible.
“Oh…thanks…” he said, embarrassed. “It’s not…weird?” Ryeowook took a few steps closer.
“No, I really like it…”
Henry looked away. “Oh, well, I wasn’t too sure, I mean you can never be too sure, sometimes the stylist noonas get a bit out of hand-“
Henry’s eyes flew open, vaguely gesturing hands stalling in the air as he felt a pair of lips brush softly against his own. Ryeowook held his lips against Henrys, eyes closed gently, letting the kiss linger, before he pulled away and looked at Henry, who was now beet red.
“I really like it.”
Henry felt like his face was going to explode. Ryeowook looked at him for a few seconds uncertainly, as Henry gaped at him, mouth slack, eyes slightly unfocused, looking remarkably like his hyung did before. Ryeowook quickly looked at the floor when Henry continued to stare at him with the expression of just having been hit over the head.
“Well, I’m just going to…go back to the others, now…” he said, voice hushed, and he started to turn away.
Henry immediately regained his senses, and he stretched out a hand blindly, reaching to grab Ryeowook’s hand, sleeve, anything to stop him from leaving, even as his mind insisted it was a very stupid thing to do. He privately agreed with himself. However, now it was too late. Ryeowook looked down at the fingers closed around his wrist gently, before raising his gaze to Henry’s.
“Hyung, I-“ Henry began, softly
Ryeowook looked at him, eyes sparkling as a smile spread across his face and he reached out his other hand and laced his fingers with the younger boy’s. “Come on,” he said, “the others will wonder what happened to us.” Henry knew Ryeowook understood, even though he didn’t have to say anything, didn’t have to embarrass himself, didn’t have to say I like you too, hyung, and feel himself turn even redder, and Henry felt a surge of relief as he let out the breath he had been holding ever since he got in the room. He began following his hyung to the door, before he thought of something and paused.
“Wait,” said Henry, and Ryeowook turned to look at him curiously. “I have to…er…get something, first.” Ryeowook nodded and smiled again, before he stepped outside the door to wait for him.
Henry dashed back over to the mirror and make up counter, rummaging around through a sparkly pink bag before he found what he was looking for. He grinned as he tucked something into his pocket before he stepped outside, intertwining his and Ryeowook’s hands again, and returning back to the set.
***
“Henry-ssi, have you seen my eyeliner?”
Henry glanced at his stylist in the mirror. “I saw enough of it yesterday.” He grimaced.
She glared at him. “Oh please, it wasn’t that bad, only a few pokes to the eye, stop complaining. Anyway, if you see it, let me know,” she sighed forlornly as she walked off to go search in the other dressing rooms, a sparkly pink bag clutched in her hand.
Henry made sure she was gone before he reached into his pocket, making sure the thin pencil was still tucked there safely. He had plans for this little pencil that was apparently magical, aside from painful. He smiled to himself. She was right, it really wasn’t that bad. Maybe he should trust her more, he mused.
Just then, Yoochun wandered past the room, clad in feathers and plastic and tattered white leather pants, looking like something exploded on top of his head. Henry’s eyes widened before he dropped them back to his crossword puzzle.
On second thought, maybe not.
***
Started: 9.15.08
Finished: 10.13.08
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: HenWook
Word Count: 1,601
Rating: G
Summary: Henry's stylists must be insane. (But then again aren't all kpop stylists?)
Genre: Humor/Fluff/semi!crack
A/N: So this was inspired by the Super Junior M Me music video because I dont know for sure but henry's eyes r like asdfghjkl and they look like they have eyeliner on them so i was like what the hell, for the purpose of the fic...they do. And i hope they actually do in the video, because its hot adorable. Anyways, this is my first Henwook. lets see how it goes, shall we?
“You know what look great on you, Henry?
The young boy glanced up from his crossword puzzle, looking suspiciously at his female stylist. “…What?” he asked slowly, warily.
She grinned at him enthusiastically. “Eyeliner.”
Henry gaped at her, somewhat horrified at the mere idea. She smiled in what she thought was a reassuring way and turned his chair away from the mirror to face her.
“Trust me.”
***
The funny thing about Henry and his stylist was that he had learned not to trust her (or any stylist for that matter) the instant he met her. This was partly because of witnessing the horrific decisions of the Dong Bang Shin Ki stylists and partly because she had wanted so badly to bleach his hair blonde the moment she laid eyes on him. Why, he didn’t know. All he knew was that, as she tried to pry his eye open, black eyeliner pencil in hand, and as he tried so desperately to squint away her and the pencil with the sheer force of his awesome blinking muscles, was that this was going to go horribly, horribly wrong.
After seven whole minutes of a violent struggle between them, Henry pinned to the chair, stylist thwarting his escape by sitting on him heavily, she finally managed to get the eyeliner applied to her satisfaction. Henry had given up his frantic squirming after 4 minutes and several painful pokes to the eye. A frown fixed firmly in place, he glared at his stylist moodily. She just giggled, pinched his cheeks, and told him he was cute before flouncing away. Henry sighed.
He didn’t even want to see how ridiculous he looked, because that would have just thrown him off for the whole photo shoot that day, so instead he walked out on set, eyes lowered in an attempt to make the eyeliner as unnoticeable as possible. Unfortunately, Henry couldn’t keep his head down throughout the entire shooting, no matter how badly he wanted to. So when he looked up at Ryeowook’s call, he saw his hyung staring at him, mouth hanging open slightly. Henry flushed and inwardly cursed his stylist to a million bajillion deaths. Ryeowook continued to look at him unfocusedly.
“Er…yes, hyung?” Henry prompted after a few moments of awkward silence.
Ryeowook shook his head, dazed. “Uh…I…uh…” Ryeowook trailed off quietly. Henry looked at him, concerned. Ryeowook’s mouth still hung open slightly as he continued to gaze at the younger boy. Henry looked around himself tentatively. After Ryeowook just looked at him vacantly for a few more minutes, Henry hesitantly shuffled away.
This was going to be a long day.
***
“Henry’s wearing eyeliner!! Donghae trilled, voice echoing across the large white room from where he sat on the giant green “J”, feet swinging happily.
Henry tried to swat at him, but the boy leaned away from his short waving arm, grinning widely at him. “Shut up, hyung.”
Hankyung sped up behind him, grabbed his face, and turned it sharply towards his, looking at him closely. He peered at him, eyes narrowed, before they widened in surprise. “You are!” he exclaimed, awed. Henry twisted away, trying to escape yet again but Siwon appeared out of nowhere and caught him around the waist, holding him still as Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun wandered over to inspect their magnae too. All of them cooed over him, making different exclamations of excitement and some making teasing jokes, Donghae’s sing-song cries of “eyelinerrr” echoing in the background. Henry fervently wished he were somewhere, anywhere else -- perhaps Disneyland.
Henry sighed again. He was doing that a lot today.
***
Henry pressed himself flat against the wall, eyes shifting, taking in his surroundings. His mission: get into the dressing room and get off the eyeliner.
It could be dangerous.
Henry listened to the sounds around him, the empty hallway silent. When he was satisfied his stylist or fellow band mates weren’t going to pop around the corner and attack him violently, he peeled himself from the wall. His mind continued to play the Mission Impossible theme song in his head, and he rolled unnecessarily on the linoleum floor, snapping up on the other side of the door in a crouching position, arms thrown out to the sides. He whipped his head around, checking his surroundings again, before silently turning the handle and slipping through the door. Once inside the dressing room, Henry sprinted to the mirrors and frantically began rummaging around for a piece of cloth, a tissue, anything to get this cursed eyeliner off of his face. As he was digging through Hankyung’s bag hurriedly, a rustling noise sounded behind him. Henry squeaked and jumped a foot in the air, before dropping the bag and turning around, hands raised in surrender. His voice died in his throat as Ryeowook stepped out from behind a rack of clothes.
“Henry…?” Ryeowook looked at him, surprised.
Henry struggled to regain some control over his vocal cords. “H-Hyung!” he squeaked again. Damn. Why did he always manage to fall to pieces around Ryeowook, making him seem even more nervous than he normally was? Ryeowook looked at the duffle bag on the floor, before looking at Henry questioningly. “I-I…I was just…” Henry stammered. “Eyeliner?” he offered helpfully.
“Oh,” said Ryeowook, looking back up at the blushing boy. Something seemed to dawn on him and Henry saw a faint pink appear on his cheeks too. He stepped over a pile of clothes on the floor and closer to the boy in front of him. “About…before. It was just…I mean, I was going to say…well, I forget what I was going to say, I think it had something to do with pasta--but what I mean is I…I…what I’m trying to say is…I like your eyeliner.” Ryeowook stumbled out, the last line coming out rather lamely. Henry blushed even darker than what he thought was possible.
“Oh…thanks…” he said, embarrassed. “It’s not…weird?” Ryeowook took a few steps closer.
“No, I really like it…”
Henry looked away. “Oh, well, I wasn’t too sure, I mean you can never be too sure, sometimes the stylist noonas get a bit out of hand-“
Henry’s eyes flew open, vaguely gesturing hands stalling in the air as he felt a pair of lips brush softly against his own. Ryeowook held his lips against Henrys, eyes closed gently, letting the kiss linger, before he pulled away and looked at Henry, who was now beet red.
“I really like it.”
Henry felt like his face was going to explode. Ryeowook looked at him for a few seconds uncertainly, as Henry gaped at him, mouth slack, eyes slightly unfocused, looking remarkably like his hyung did before. Ryeowook quickly looked at the floor when Henry continued to stare at him with the expression of just having been hit over the head.
“Well, I’m just going to…go back to the others, now…” he said, voice hushed, and he started to turn away.
Henry immediately regained his senses, and he stretched out a hand blindly, reaching to grab Ryeowook’s hand, sleeve, anything to stop him from leaving, even as his mind insisted it was a very stupid thing to do. He privately agreed with himself. However, now it was too late. Ryeowook looked down at the fingers closed around his wrist gently, before raising his gaze to Henry’s.
“Hyung, I-“ Henry began, softly
Ryeowook looked at him, eyes sparkling as a smile spread across his face and he reached out his other hand and laced his fingers with the younger boy’s. “Come on,” he said, “the others will wonder what happened to us.” Henry knew Ryeowook understood, even though he didn’t have to say anything, didn’t have to embarrass himself, didn’t have to say I like you too, hyung, and feel himself turn even redder, and Henry felt a surge of relief as he let out the breath he had been holding ever since he got in the room. He began following his hyung to the door, before he thought of something and paused.
“Wait,” said Henry, and Ryeowook turned to look at him curiously. “I have to…er…get something, first.” Ryeowook nodded and smiled again, before he stepped outside the door to wait for him.
Henry dashed back over to the mirror and make up counter, rummaging around through a sparkly pink bag before he found what he was looking for. He grinned as he tucked something into his pocket before he stepped outside, intertwining his and Ryeowook’s hands again, and returning back to the set.
***
“Henry-ssi, have you seen my eyeliner?”
Henry glanced at his stylist in the mirror. “I saw enough of it yesterday.” He grimaced.
She glared at him. “Oh please, it wasn’t that bad, only a few pokes to the eye, stop complaining. Anyway, if you see it, let me know,” she sighed forlornly as she walked off to go search in the other dressing rooms, a sparkly pink bag clutched in her hand.
Henry made sure she was gone before he reached into his pocket, making sure the thin pencil was still tucked there safely. He had plans for this little pencil that was apparently magical, aside from painful. He smiled to himself. She was right, it really wasn’t that bad. Maybe he should trust her more, he mused.
Just then, Yoochun wandered past the room, clad in feathers and plastic and tattered white leather pants, looking like something exploded on top of his head. Henry’s eyes widened before he dropped them back to his crossword puzzle.
On second thought, maybe not.
***
Started: 9.15.08
Finished: 10.13.08