Breakfast...?
Title: Breakfast...?
Author: Ink_River10
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HanChul
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Very Short One Shot, Schmoopy
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Heechul cooking breakfast = Spectacular Fail
Author's Note: Dedicated to static_abyss because I adore her and dammit, I needed schmoopy HanChul!
“Heechul-ah, what are you doing?” Hangeng said in shock, staring at the scene in front of him. He had woken to the alarming smell of something burning and had bolted into the kitchen to see what it was. It was 8am, and for some cracked out reason, Heechul was awake, and……cooking?
“I was making breakfast.” Heechul turned, holding a spatula and looking panicked. “But I think I added too much oil or something because then it started to get too hot and…”
Suddenly from behind Heechul, Hangeng saw a miniature cloud of smoke curling upwards.
“It’s on fire!” Hangeng jumped forward, yanking the skillet off the burner and grabbing an oven mitt. He waved it around frantically while Heechul stood there, waving the spatula uselessly to disperse the smoke that was unfurling through the kitchen.
“I KNOW!” He shouted. “The rice caught fire and I didn’t know what to do!”
“Why didn’t you wait?” Hangeng yelled back, quickly yanking open a window. Cold, clear air filled the kitchen and Hangeng sighed in relief when the smoke alarms did not go off. He peered into the blackened mess inside the skillet and sighed in frustration. “If you’d just waited a little while I could have made us breakfast instead of you nearly setting fire to the building!”
When there was no answer, Hangeng frowned, looking from the charred remains of rice in the skillet to Heechul’s face. Instead of his normal look of fury or haughty indifference, Heechul actually looked crushed. Hangeng blinked in shock. Was he actually wibbling?
“I wanted to make us breakfast so you didn’t have to because I know you were sick yesterday…” He began, and his voice sounded unnaturally shaky.
Immediately Hangeng felt like the biggest asshole on the planet. He dropped the skillet back onto a cold burner and walked over, pulling Heechul into his arms and hugging him tightly.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” He said softly. “Please don’t be upset, I know you were just trying to help.”
“Why do you make it look so fucking easy?” Heechul sniffled, letting Hangeng hug him. “It’s not fair.”
“Shh…..I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make us some breakfast.” Hangeng said, pulling away and smiling.
“You yelled at me.” Heechul pouted, his lower lip jutting out. He sniffled again, but this time Hangeng knew it was just for show.
“Yes, I did. You usually yell back. You caught me off guard there.”
“Jerk.” Heechul continued to pout, though Hangeng knew he’d already won.
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
“You can cook me some breakfast that doesn’t look like it came out of Hell.” Heechul smiled a little, and Hangeng felt that same familiar tug inside his chest whenever Heechul let him see the real him.
He kissed him then, because they were alone, and because he needed to. He kissed Heechul because he had tried (failed, but at least tried) to make him breakfast after he’d been sick. He knew it was Heechul’s way of saying I love you, even if slightly misguided.
Heechul kissed him back, and Hangeng knew that kiss was worth the price of burning rice at 8am.
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Author: Ink_River10
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HanChul
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Very Short One Shot, Schmoopy
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior, I just amuse myself with them in my head
Summary: Heechul cooking breakfast = Spectacular Fail
Author's Note: Dedicated to static_abyss because I adore her and dammit, I needed schmoopy HanChul!
“Heechul-ah, what are you doing?” Hangeng said in shock, staring at the scene in front of him. He had woken to the alarming smell of something burning and had bolted into the kitchen to see what it was. It was 8am, and for some cracked out reason, Heechul was awake, and……cooking?
“I was making breakfast.” Heechul turned, holding a spatula and looking panicked. “But I think I added too much oil or something because then it started to get too hot and…”
Suddenly from behind Heechul, Hangeng saw a miniature cloud of smoke curling upwards.
“It’s on fire!” Hangeng jumped forward, yanking the skillet off the burner and grabbing an oven mitt. He waved it around frantically while Heechul stood there, waving the spatula uselessly to disperse the smoke that was unfurling through the kitchen.
“I KNOW!” He shouted. “The rice caught fire and I didn’t know what to do!”
“Why didn’t you wait?” Hangeng yelled back, quickly yanking open a window. Cold, clear air filled the kitchen and Hangeng sighed in relief when the smoke alarms did not go off. He peered into the blackened mess inside the skillet and sighed in frustration. “If you’d just waited a little while I could have made us breakfast instead of you nearly setting fire to the building!”
When there was no answer, Hangeng frowned, looking from the charred remains of rice in the skillet to Heechul’s face. Instead of his normal look of fury or haughty indifference, Heechul actually looked crushed. Hangeng blinked in shock. Was he actually wibbling?
“I wanted to make us breakfast so you didn’t have to because I know you were sick yesterday…” He began, and his voice sounded unnaturally shaky.
Immediately Hangeng felt like the biggest asshole on the planet. He dropped the skillet back onto a cold burner and walked over, pulling Heechul into his arms and hugging him tightly.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” He said softly. “Please don’t be upset, I know you were just trying to help.”
“Why do you make it look so fucking easy?” Heechul sniffled, letting Hangeng hug him. “It’s not fair.”
“Shh…..I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make us some breakfast.” Hangeng said, pulling away and smiling.
“You yelled at me.” Heechul pouted, his lower lip jutting out. He sniffled again, but this time Hangeng knew it was just for show.
“Yes, I did. You usually yell back. You caught me off guard there.”
“Jerk.” Heechul continued to pout, though Hangeng knew he’d already won.
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
“You can cook me some breakfast that doesn’t look like it came out of Hell.” Heechul smiled a little, and Hangeng felt that same familiar tug inside his chest whenever Heechul let him see the real him.
He kissed him then, because they were alone, and because he needed to. He kissed Heechul because he had tried (failed, but at least tried) to make him breakfast after he’d been sick. He knew it was Heechul’s way of saying I love you, even if slightly misguided.
Heechul kissed him back, and Hangeng knew that kiss was worth the price of burning rice at 8am.
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