Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; fingertips (23/23)}
Title: fingertips (23/23)
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !mutant)
Pairing: central Hankyung/Heechul, Siwon/Sungmin, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk
Word count: 1,830
Rating: PG-13
Summary: At the Soo Man Academy for Gifted Individuals, those with mutant powers are taught how to control their gifts. Hankyung has come to learn to control something he doesn't consider a gift, but rather a curse, and he wants nothing else from the school, certainly not friendship, but then, his life has never gone how he wanted it.
A/N: this has been one of the hardest fics I've ever written. I've spent seven/eight months writing it and I've hated it through most of that time; pretty much nothing can convince me this is good XD AT THE SAME TIME, I hope you enjoy it XD This is kind of short because I couldn't really think of a lot to go in it, and the extra bit at the end was thought up by civilized_era, because when in doubt, turn to Hanchul babies. I will not be writing a sequel to this. Right now, I never wanted to touch this AU again :| but it'll probably crop up in the future. Now I'll brb, I'm going to go yell at crazychickencow for giving me the idea for this in the first place.
fingertips (23/23)
Someone had just sat down on his stomach, heavily. He gasped out, startled awake, as the weight left his body by pushing off from it. He rolled onto his side, a little bit winded. "Great, you're awake," Heechul said. Hankyung wheezed at him. "You were sleeping for too long."
Hankyung managed to crack open his eyes, searching for his watch and holding it up to the light. "It's seven in the morning," he said, horrified.
"It's Christmas," Heechul said, sitting on the edge of the bed this time and putting his hands on his side and shaking him. Hankyung groaned and tried to bury himself under the pillows. "It's tradition, you get up early on Christmas."
"What?"
"I know you're new to this but seriously, you can't just overthrow traditions because you feel like it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Hankyung told him, turning over onto his back. Sometimes he was surprised that talking to Heechul didn't just reduce him to tears of frustration. Heechul grinned at him and patted the covers over his stomach.
"Come on, get up, we have presents to open!" He jumped up off the bed and ran from the room, before Hankyung could say what was on his mind, which was we? He sat upright, smothering a yawn with the back of his hand. Pulling on a pair of jogging bottoms lying on the floor next to the bed, he was once again struck by the strange reality he found himself in. Heechul's spare bedroom had, for all intents and purposes, became Hankyung's own room. He felt like he was in that strange transition of feeling like a guest and feeling like part of the family, and he wondered if, by the end of the next week or so, if he'd end up more on the latter side than he felt he should be.
He could hear noise coming from downstairs as he came into the hallway, Heechul shouting something to his dad who was probably in the kitchen, since Hankyung didn't hear his reply. Heechul's mother came out of her bedroom, a pale pink dressing gown pulled around her. She smiled at him, as he lowered his head in greeting. "You're up early," she said. "Well, I suppose we both are."
"Heechul woke me up," Hankyung told her, wincing a little as she laughed. Maybe he wasn't supposed to blame Heechul for it.
"He tends to do that on Christmas morning," she said. "He's like a five year old every time. Sometimes I'd like his friends from school to see him like this, his reputation would be ruined within seconds."
That, Hankyung soon found out, was true to some extent, but Heechul still managed to retain what made him Heechul even while he was doing a damn good impression of Donghae, practically bouncing off the ceiling in happiness. The second Hankyung commented on it, Heechul shot him down with a very well placed barbed comment, which just reminded Hankyung who he was talking to. He stayed quiet, sitting on the sofa, while presents were handed around.
Heechul ripped open the paper on a collection of DVDs of some show that he apparently liked. Hankyung peered curiously at them, which made Heechul nudge him in the side and inform him that they'd be spending the rest of their break watching the show. Hankyung shrugged, not really bothered either way. Heechul rolled his eyes. "You're so apathetic." Hankyung shrugged again, a smile on his lips.
"Hankyung." Hankyung looked around to see Heechul's parents holding out a brightly wrapped present. Hankyung blinked, then glanced at Heechul, then back at the present.
"What?" he asked.
"It's for you, idiot," Heechul said, nudging him in the side. "Just take it."
"For me?" Hankyung couldn't quite grasp hold of the situation. "But why?"
"It's a gift, Hankyung," Heechul's mother said softly. "From us."
Hankyung, still a little confused, reached out and took it. It seemed to be a middle-sized box, something squashy on top. He hadn't expected to receive anything. He wasn't part of this family truly, and the idea of getting something from another person was just so bizarre to him that he was slightly non-plussed as he carefully -- Heechul snorted at him -- tore the sticky tape off and unfolded the paper, to reveal a pair of soft grey leather gloves and a box with a picture of some sort of device on the front.
Choosing to focus on the bigger thing, he lay the gloves to one side and inspected the box. It was something that he at least recognised from adverts on the television, but he'd never really paid that much attention to it before. He looked up, brow furrowed. "What is this?" he asked, perhaps rather dumbly.
"It's an iPod," Heechul said, doing that thing where he sounded like he was explaining something very simple to someone very stupid.
"Yes, but--"
"It's for you, Hankyung." Heechul's mother was smiling at him like she knew exactly what was going through his mind. "We thought you might like one."
"I would," Hankyung murmured, then spoke up, "I do, I mean, I appreciate it! But I -- I can't afford to pay for it, you see, so I really can't accept it."
Laughter from the people around him. "Hankyung," said Heechul's mother, amusement in her eyes. "We don't expect you to pay us for it. That's the whole point of a present."
"Oh." He tried to think about the advert, but couldn't come up with anything. "What does it do?"
Heechul, it soon appeared, was outraged at his lack of knowledge. "You listen to music with it!"
"You do?" Hankyung opened the box, revealing a slim, bright blue handheld device with a large screen. He stared at it. It stared back. "How?"
"This is going to be hard work," Heechul sighed.
"I'll go make some tea!" his mother said happily, and after a moment or two, his father got up and joined her. There was a brief pause, Hankyung's hands playing with theiPod.
"Are you going to cry?" Heechul asked, breaking the silence. "That would be awkward, just so you know."
"I'm not going to cry," Hankyung reassured him. "I'm just -- shocked, that's all. I never expected to be given anything, especially not this."
"Lame." Heechul took the music player from his hands. "You don't even know how to use it."
"Yeah, but I'm sure you'll show me."
Heechul smiled and lay the iPod aside. "You haven't looked at your other present."
Hankyung knew he hadn't, mainly because he was avoiding it. He picked the leather gloves and sat with them in his hands, just looking at them. "You can wear them," Heechul told him. "They're to replace the ones you have now, because they're kind of falling apart."
Slowly, Hankyung took off the gloves he had worn for six years and lay them on his lap. He picked up the left hand glove of the new pair, but before he could do anything, Heechul reached out and grabbed his wrist. Hankyung dropped the glove onto the floor, made some sort of noise like a dying animal, and tried to jerk back; Heechul didn't let him. "Hankyung," he said, seriously, sincerely, kind of vulnerably. "Touch me."
"Heechul," Hankyung hissed, trying to pull away, "let go, are you crazy, what are you--"
"Hankyung, just for a second. Just, for a single second, at least. Just put your hand on mine and feel, for just a second."
"You don't understand the dangers, Heechul--"
"I understand the dangers, Hankyung. I also understand that there is no danger in you putting your hand on mine for just a second."
Hankyung though, by his own calculations, had at least eleven seconds of spare time, even just going from what he knew about touching plants. Pulling away before eleven seconds surely -- surely couldn't hurt. The feel of Heechul's skin against his hand; could he really live without knowing what that was like? "I don't have to," he said. "I can feel you, touch you by other means."
"Yeah," Heechul said, slight turn up of the mouth. "You can. But this will be something new."
Just once, Hankyung told himself. Just once, to try it out. With that in mind, he didn't take Heechul's hand -- since he was fearful, on some level, that his fingers would close around him and he wouldn't be able to make himself let go -- and instead placed the palm of his hand against Heechul's cheek. The skin was colder than the skin of his hands had become under the gloves, so that the sensation was slightly odd. Heechul breathed out, shakily, and the air of it puffed against the pad of Hankyung's thumb. It was, he had to admit, after years of never touching skin with his hands, rather erotic.
He withdrew, after Heechul's eyes had fluttered shut, with a slight feeling of alarm. Heechul's eyes opened straight afterwards though, and he leaned down and picked up the glove where it had fallen on the floor, and handed it to him.
"There," he said, as Hankyung hurried pulled them on. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"
twelve years later
"That's so cool," Taemin gushed, as Spiderman swung himself around a series of buildings and came to a stop on the roof of somewhere in New York City. "He is so cool! Daddy, he's even cooler than you."
Not too sure which one he was talking about, Heechul nonetheless looked at Hankyung from across the room like he'd just been informed that actually, pigs did fly. Hankyung opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a scornful snort from Amber. "Don't be silly," she said. "No one is cooler than Dad." Hankyung nodded in a wise way. "He can lift things with his mind, that's much cooler than swinging from buildings."
Hankyung deflated next to her. Heechul, Taemin in his lap, flashed him a victory sign over the boy's head. Amber continued; "Anyway, he had to bebitted before he got his powers."
"I think you mean bitten," Heechul said absently, Taemin bouncing around too much for him to pay attention.
"We should watch the film," Hankyung said.
"Mother's annoyed," Heechul said sarcastically, which made Amber giggle into her hands and Hankyung to glare at him. His attention was diverted, however, when Amber took his hand, playing like she always had done, for some reason, with the opening of his glove. She settled down next to him, fiddling with it, eyes focused on the television for the rest of the movie. It wasn't until it had finished, when Heechul was trying to get Taemin to stop running around the room pretending to be Spiderman -- eventually just shooting his body into the air and making him hang there until he agreed to be quiet -- that Amber said, very quietly, "Don't worry, Papa, I think you're pretty cool too."
"I should think so," Hankyung said, before tickling her.
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !mutant)
Pairing: central Hankyung/Heechul, Siwon/Sungmin, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk
Word count: 1,830
Rating: PG-13
Summary: At the Soo Man Academy for Gifted Individuals, those with mutant powers are taught how to control their gifts. Hankyung has come to learn to control something he doesn't consider a gift, but rather a curse, and he wants nothing else from the school, certainly not friendship, but then, his life has never gone how he wanted it.
A/N: this has been one of the hardest fics I've ever written. I've spent seven/eight months writing it and I've hated it through most of that time; pretty much nothing can convince me this is good XD AT THE SAME TIME, I hope you enjoy it XD This is kind of short because I couldn't really think of a lot to go in it, and the extra bit at the end was thought up by civilized_era, because when in doubt, turn to Hanchul babies. I will not be writing a sequel to this. Right now, I never wanted to touch this AU again :| but it'll probably crop up in the future. Now I'll brb, I'm going to go yell at crazychickencow for giving me the idea for this in the first place.
fingertips (23/23)
Someone had just sat down on his stomach, heavily. He gasped out, startled awake, as the weight left his body by pushing off from it. He rolled onto his side, a little bit winded. "Great, you're awake," Heechul said. Hankyung wheezed at him. "You were sleeping for too long."
Hankyung managed to crack open his eyes, searching for his watch and holding it up to the light. "It's seven in the morning," he said, horrified.
"It's Christmas," Heechul said, sitting on the edge of the bed this time and putting his hands on his side and shaking him. Hankyung groaned and tried to bury himself under the pillows. "It's tradition, you get up early on Christmas."
"What?"
"I know you're new to this but seriously, you can't just overthrow traditions because you feel like it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Hankyung told him, turning over onto his back. Sometimes he was surprised that talking to Heechul didn't just reduce him to tears of frustration. Heechul grinned at him and patted the covers over his stomach.
"Come on, get up, we have presents to open!" He jumped up off the bed and ran from the room, before Hankyung could say what was on his mind, which was we? He sat upright, smothering a yawn with the back of his hand. Pulling on a pair of jogging bottoms lying on the floor next to the bed, he was once again struck by the strange reality he found himself in. Heechul's spare bedroom had, for all intents and purposes, became Hankyung's own room. He felt like he was in that strange transition of feeling like a guest and feeling like part of the family, and he wondered if, by the end of the next week or so, if he'd end up more on the latter side than he felt he should be.
He could hear noise coming from downstairs as he came into the hallway, Heechul shouting something to his dad who was probably in the kitchen, since Hankyung didn't hear his reply. Heechul's mother came out of her bedroom, a pale pink dressing gown pulled around her. She smiled at him, as he lowered his head in greeting. "You're up early," she said. "Well, I suppose we both are."
"Heechul woke me up," Hankyung told her, wincing a little as she laughed. Maybe he wasn't supposed to blame Heechul for it.
"He tends to do that on Christmas morning," she said. "He's like a five year old every time. Sometimes I'd like his friends from school to see him like this, his reputation would be ruined within seconds."
That, Hankyung soon found out, was true to some extent, but Heechul still managed to retain what made him Heechul even while he was doing a damn good impression of Donghae, practically bouncing off the ceiling in happiness. The second Hankyung commented on it, Heechul shot him down with a very well placed barbed comment, which just reminded Hankyung who he was talking to. He stayed quiet, sitting on the sofa, while presents were handed around.
Heechul ripped open the paper on a collection of DVDs of some show that he apparently liked. Hankyung peered curiously at them, which made Heechul nudge him in the side and inform him that they'd be spending the rest of their break watching the show. Hankyung shrugged, not really bothered either way. Heechul rolled his eyes. "You're so apathetic." Hankyung shrugged again, a smile on his lips.
"Hankyung." Hankyung looked around to see Heechul's parents holding out a brightly wrapped present. Hankyung blinked, then glanced at Heechul, then back at the present.
"What?" he asked.
"It's for you, idiot," Heechul said, nudging him in the side. "Just take it."
"For me?" Hankyung couldn't quite grasp hold of the situation. "But why?"
"It's a gift, Hankyung," Heechul's mother said softly. "From us."
Hankyung, still a little confused, reached out and took it. It seemed to be a middle-sized box, something squashy on top. He hadn't expected to receive anything. He wasn't part of this family truly, and the idea of getting something from another person was just so bizarre to him that he was slightly non-plussed as he carefully -- Heechul snorted at him -- tore the sticky tape off and unfolded the paper, to reveal a pair of soft grey leather gloves and a box with a picture of some sort of device on the front.
Choosing to focus on the bigger thing, he lay the gloves to one side and inspected the box. It was something that he at least recognised from adverts on the television, but he'd never really paid that much attention to it before. He looked up, brow furrowed. "What is this?" he asked, perhaps rather dumbly.
"It's an iPod," Heechul said, doing that thing where he sounded like he was explaining something very simple to someone very stupid.
"Yes, but--"
"It's for you, Hankyung." Heechul's mother was smiling at him like she knew exactly what was going through his mind. "We thought you might like one."
"I would," Hankyung murmured, then spoke up, "I do, I mean, I appreciate it! But I -- I can't afford to pay for it, you see, so I really can't accept it."
Laughter from the people around him. "Hankyung," said Heechul's mother, amusement in her eyes. "We don't expect you to pay us for it. That's the whole point of a present."
"Oh." He tried to think about the advert, but couldn't come up with anything. "What does it do?"
Heechul, it soon appeared, was outraged at his lack of knowledge. "You listen to music with it!"
"You do?" Hankyung opened the box, revealing a slim, bright blue handheld device with a large screen. He stared at it. It stared back. "How?"
"This is going to be hard work," Heechul sighed.
"I'll go make some tea!" his mother said happily, and after a moment or two, his father got up and joined her. There was a brief pause, Hankyung's hands playing with theiPod.
"Are you going to cry?" Heechul asked, breaking the silence. "That would be awkward, just so you know."
"I'm not going to cry," Hankyung reassured him. "I'm just -- shocked, that's all. I never expected to be given anything, especially not this."
"Lame." Heechul took the music player from his hands. "You don't even know how to use it."
"Yeah, but I'm sure you'll show me."
Heechul smiled and lay the iPod aside. "You haven't looked at your other present."
Hankyung knew he hadn't, mainly because he was avoiding it. He picked the leather gloves and sat with them in his hands, just looking at them. "You can wear them," Heechul told him. "They're to replace the ones you have now, because they're kind of falling apart."
Slowly, Hankyung took off the gloves he had worn for six years and lay them on his lap. He picked up the left hand glove of the new pair, but before he could do anything, Heechul reached out and grabbed his wrist. Hankyung dropped the glove onto the floor, made some sort of noise like a dying animal, and tried to jerk back; Heechul didn't let him. "Hankyung," he said, seriously, sincerely, kind of vulnerably. "Touch me."
"Heechul," Hankyung hissed, trying to pull away, "let go, are you crazy, what are you--"
"Hankyung, just for a second. Just, for a single second, at least. Just put your hand on mine and feel, for just a second."
"You don't understand the dangers, Heechul--"
"I understand the dangers, Hankyung. I also understand that there is no danger in you putting your hand on mine for just a second."
Hankyung though, by his own calculations, had at least eleven seconds of spare time, even just going from what he knew about touching plants. Pulling away before eleven seconds surely -- surely couldn't hurt. The feel of Heechul's skin against his hand; could he really live without knowing what that was like? "I don't have to," he said. "I can feel you, touch you by other means."
"Yeah," Heechul said, slight turn up of the mouth. "You can. But this will be something new."
Just once, Hankyung told himself. Just once, to try it out. With that in mind, he didn't take Heechul's hand -- since he was fearful, on some level, that his fingers would close around him and he wouldn't be able to make himself let go -- and instead placed the palm of his hand against Heechul's cheek. The skin was colder than the skin of his hands had become under the gloves, so that the sensation was slightly odd. Heechul breathed out, shakily, and the air of it puffed against the pad of Hankyung's thumb. It was, he had to admit, after years of never touching skin with his hands, rather erotic.
He withdrew, after Heechul's eyes had fluttered shut, with a slight feeling of alarm. Heechul's eyes opened straight afterwards though, and he leaned down and picked up the glove where it had fallen on the floor, and handed it to him.
"There," he said, as Hankyung hurried pulled them on. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"
twelve years later
"That's so cool," Taemin gushed, as Spiderman swung himself around a series of buildings and came to a stop on the roof of somewhere in New York City. "He is so cool! Daddy, he's even cooler than you."
Not too sure which one he was talking about, Heechul nonetheless looked at Hankyung from across the room like he'd just been informed that actually, pigs did fly. Hankyung opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a scornful snort from Amber. "Don't be silly," she said. "No one is cooler than Dad." Hankyung nodded in a wise way. "He can lift things with his mind, that's much cooler than swinging from buildings."
Hankyung deflated next to her. Heechul, Taemin in his lap, flashed him a victory sign over the boy's head. Amber continued; "Anyway, he had to bebitted before he got his powers."
"I think you mean bitten," Heechul said absently, Taemin bouncing around too much for him to pay attention.
"We should watch the film," Hankyung said.
"Mother's annoyed," Heechul said sarcastically, which made Amber giggle into her hands and Hankyung to glare at him. His attention was diverted, however, when Amber took his hand, playing like she always had done, for some reason, with the opening of his glove. She settled down next to him, fiddling with it, eyes focused on the television for the rest of the movie. It wasn't until it had finished, when Heechul was trying to get Taemin to stop running around the room pretending to be Spiderman -- eventually just shooting his body into the air and making him hang there until he agreed to be quiet -- that Amber said, very quietly, "Don't worry, Papa, I think you're pretty cool too."
"I should think so," Hankyung said, before tickling her.