Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; language of computing}
Title: language of love computing
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !college)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 913
Rating: PG
Summary: He's studying for his language of computing exam tomorrow, bent over a textbook. Hankyung knocks lightly at the door and says, "Heechul."
A/N: as usual inspired by something civilized_era said, this image of Heechul in Hankyung's sweater with his hair pulled back and glasses on.
black_goose: omg I HATE talking to you, I want to drabble everything that comes out of your mouth
Usually, I do :\ this AU might crop up in more drabbles, idk. I need to stop posting/writing so late
language of love computing
Even though Heechul has his own bedroom in their apartment -- since 'living together' in every sense of the word was a little too much for second year college students so they had their own rooms and space -- Heechul never actually seems to spend any time in his room. He can usually be found in Hankyung's room, having usually taken over his bed. It's where Hankyung finds him when he comes to tell him that dinner is ready, sitting crosslegged on the grey bedsheet.
He's studying for his language of computing exam tomorrow, bent over a textbook and trying to cram as many HTML commands into his mind as he can. His hair has been pulled back out his face; it's getting kind of long now, probably needs trimmed, but Hankyung doesn't like letting Heechul into styling salons because he tends to get really drastic cuts, and Hankyung likes him with long hair, likes having something to run his fingers through. His glasses are beginning to slip down his nose, thick white rims that Hankyung will never not find sexy. He's gnawing thoughtfully on the end of a pencil, and there's another one stuck behind his ear for safe-keeping.
Hankyung knocks lightly at the door and says, "Heechul."
Heechul's head jerks up, surprised at the noise. He rubs a hand across his face. All his hardest exams have come in the first half of the week, and the stress is beginning to show. He's got dark circles forming under his eyes. "Hankyung," he says, pulling his hair from the tie and shoving all the loose strands back so that when he ties it again, there's no random pieces falling into his eyes. "What is it?"
"Dinner's ready."
Heechul brightens up, still looking tired and worn out but not quite as dead on his feet. "Cool," he says, marking his place in his notebook with the pencil that he'd been chewing on. He throws his legs from the bed and stands, and Hankyung notices for the first time what he's wearing. He's been raiding Hankyung's wardrobe again, his Beijing dance academy sweater over a pair of pale blue boxer shorts, Chinese characters emblazoned across his chest, like symbolism. It's far too big for Heechul, he's got the sleeves rolled up to stop them falling over his hands and getting in the way, and it hangs off his shoulders in the most ridiculous way, but Hankyung doesn't ask any longer about why Heechul likes to wear his clothes, or why Heechul keeps stealing his cologne. It's just something Heechul likes to do.
"What are we having?" Heechul asks, as Hankyung steps back to let him out of the room, feet padding through the doorway from the wood panelled flooring of Hankyung's room to the red carpet of their hallway.
"Stir fry," says Hankyung, and pulls him towards him by the waist to kiss him softly. "With prawns."
"God, I'm starving," says Heechul, slipping his hands into the back pockets of Hankyung's jeans. "You took your time."
"I had to run out for some more noodles," says Hankyung. "Did you eat them for lunch?"
"We had no bread for sandwiches," Heechul shrugs, and pulls out of his arms. Hankyung reaches out and plucks the pencil from behind his ear and tosses it onto a nearby table, before following him down the hall to their kitchen/dining area, where two plates of stir fry are waiting on the counter, a mug of coffee flavoured with white chocolate on the table next to Hankyung's half-empty bottle of beer. Heechul falls on the coffee while Hankyung grabs the food, and inhales most of it in one gulp. Luckily it's cooled because of the length of time that Hankyung stood in the doorway to his bedroom just watching Heechul study.
The food is also running the risk of being cold, but Heechul doesn't give it a chance because he inhales that too, faster than Hankyung has ever seen him eat before, then he jumps up and runs off to finish studying. Hankyung finishes at his own leisure, washes up, then goes to watch television. This is why he's glad he's a dance student: no written exams to study for.
He goes into his bedroom a few hours later, a cup of hot tea in his hands, milky with two sugars, something to placate Heechul when Hankyung tells him that it's time to stop studying and relax for a bit before bed. He needed have bothered; Heechul is stone out, head hanging over his textbook, pieces of hair, those he'd pulled from the main ponytail as he ran his fingers through it, resting against the paper. Hankyung smiles and sets the cup down on the bedside table before sitting on the side of the bed and pulling the books and pencils from Heechul's lap and dumping them onto the floor.
He pulls Heechul against him and tugs the sweater over his head before laying him down carefully on the bed before he goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. When he gets back Heechul is lying on his front hugging his pillow. Hankyung climbs in next to him, pulls the covers over their torsos, and kisses Heechul's hair. Heechul murmurs his name in a voice thick with sleep.
"Yeah?" Hankyung asks softly.
"Can I blame you if I fail tomorrow?"
"Yeah," says Hankyung, pulling Heechul closer towards him, not mentioning that Heechul doesn't usually ask. "Of course you can."
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !college)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 913
Rating: PG
Summary: He's studying for his language of computing exam tomorrow, bent over a textbook. Hankyung knocks lightly at the door and says, "Heechul."
A/N: as usual inspired by something civilized_era said, this image of Heechul in Hankyung's sweater with his hair pulled back and glasses on.
black_goose: omg I HATE talking to you, I want to drabble everything that comes out of your mouth
Usually, I do :\ this AU might crop up in more drabbles, idk. I need to stop posting/writing so late
language of love computing
Even though Heechul has his own bedroom in their apartment -- since 'living together' in every sense of the word was a little too much for second year college students so they had their own rooms and space -- Heechul never actually seems to spend any time in his room. He can usually be found in Hankyung's room, having usually taken over his bed. It's where Hankyung finds him when he comes to tell him that dinner is ready, sitting crosslegged on the grey bedsheet.
He's studying for his language of computing exam tomorrow, bent over a textbook and trying to cram as many HTML commands into his mind as he can. His hair has been pulled back out his face; it's getting kind of long now, probably needs trimmed, but Hankyung doesn't like letting Heechul into styling salons because he tends to get really drastic cuts, and Hankyung likes him with long hair, likes having something to run his fingers through. His glasses are beginning to slip down his nose, thick white rims that Hankyung will never not find sexy. He's gnawing thoughtfully on the end of a pencil, and there's another one stuck behind his ear for safe-keeping.
Hankyung knocks lightly at the door and says, "Heechul."
Heechul's head jerks up, surprised at the noise. He rubs a hand across his face. All his hardest exams have come in the first half of the week, and the stress is beginning to show. He's got dark circles forming under his eyes. "Hankyung," he says, pulling his hair from the tie and shoving all the loose strands back so that when he ties it again, there's no random pieces falling into his eyes. "What is it?"
"Dinner's ready."
Heechul brightens up, still looking tired and worn out but not quite as dead on his feet. "Cool," he says, marking his place in his notebook with the pencil that he'd been chewing on. He throws his legs from the bed and stands, and Hankyung notices for the first time what he's wearing. He's been raiding Hankyung's wardrobe again, his Beijing dance academy sweater over a pair of pale blue boxer shorts, Chinese characters emblazoned across his chest, like symbolism. It's far too big for Heechul, he's got the sleeves rolled up to stop them falling over his hands and getting in the way, and it hangs off his shoulders in the most ridiculous way, but Hankyung doesn't ask any longer about why Heechul likes to wear his clothes, or why Heechul keeps stealing his cologne. It's just something Heechul likes to do.
"What are we having?" Heechul asks, as Hankyung steps back to let him out of the room, feet padding through the doorway from the wood panelled flooring of Hankyung's room to the red carpet of their hallway.
"Stir fry," says Hankyung, and pulls him towards him by the waist to kiss him softly. "With prawns."
"God, I'm starving," says Heechul, slipping his hands into the back pockets of Hankyung's jeans. "You took your time."
"I had to run out for some more noodles," says Hankyung. "Did you eat them for lunch?"
"We had no bread for sandwiches," Heechul shrugs, and pulls out of his arms. Hankyung reaches out and plucks the pencil from behind his ear and tosses it onto a nearby table, before following him down the hall to their kitchen/dining area, where two plates of stir fry are waiting on the counter, a mug of coffee flavoured with white chocolate on the table next to Hankyung's half-empty bottle of beer. Heechul falls on the coffee while Hankyung grabs the food, and inhales most of it in one gulp. Luckily it's cooled because of the length of time that Hankyung stood in the doorway to his bedroom just watching Heechul study.
The food is also running the risk of being cold, but Heechul doesn't give it a chance because he inhales that too, faster than Hankyung has ever seen him eat before, then he jumps up and runs off to finish studying. Hankyung finishes at his own leisure, washes up, then goes to watch television. This is why he's glad he's a dance student: no written exams to study for.
He goes into his bedroom a few hours later, a cup of hot tea in his hands, milky with two sugars, something to placate Heechul when Hankyung tells him that it's time to stop studying and relax for a bit before bed. He needed have bothered; Heechul is stone out, head hanging over his textbook, pieces of hair, those he'd pulled from the main ponytail as he ran his fingers through it, resting against the paper. Hankyung smiles and sets the cup down on the bedside table before sitting on the side of the bed and pulling the books and pencils from Heechul's lap and dumping them onto the floor.
He pulls Heechul against him and tugs the sweater over his head before laying him down carefully on the bed before he goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. When he gets back Heechul is lying on his front hugging his pillow. Hankyung climbs in next to him, pulls the covers over their torsos, and kisses Heechul's hair. Heechul murmurs his name in a voice thick with sleep.
"Yeah?" Hankyung asks softly.
"Can I blame you if I fail tomorrow?"
"Yeah," says Hankyung, pulling Heechul closer towards him, not mentioning that Heechul doesn't usually ask. "Of course you can."