미인아 (No Other) {Heechul & Victoria}
Focus: Heechul & Victoria, Heechul/Hankyung, Victoria/Nichkhun
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Models Kim Heechul and Victoria Song get into an unexpected mishap. Hankyung is confused. Nichkhun isn't too happy.
Note: idek what this is. i needed to write Heechul something and i was looking at my f(x)/Suju challenge and the one with Vicky jumped out at me. i'm sorry for the fail of this fic. it was created out of my need for amusement and the fact that i am currently a sad panda :(
Word count: 2297
미인아 (No Other)
"This is all your fault."
"Mine?" Victoria stands up. She isn't going to take this sitting down. The hairdresser curses blatantly at Heechul.
He throws the magazine on top of the various colors of eyeshadow, different shades of blush, and Victoria's lunch. Salad. Heechul nods. "Yes, my dear, this is entirely your fault."
"How is it mine?" she struggles when the hairdresser tries to force her back down into the chair.
"If you'd have just left me alone, this wouldn't have even happened," he states, ignoring the way she's gaping at him in disbelief. "I could have gotten Hankyung to come pick me up."
She casts him a look of are you serious? "I was supposed to leave you there, drunk?"
Heechul waves his hand, very blasé. "I would have been fine."
Victoria doesn't hesitate from scoffing, but at least now she agrees with the hairdresser's final pleas for her to sit back down. She needs to be on set in ten minutes. When she picks up her phone, she gets another text from Nichkhun. Crying emoticons. Lovely. Since when did her fiancé start acting like this?
Probably since she kissed her colleague and best friend two nights ago-and the fact that said kiss has been printed in five different tabloids and magazines. Victoria's been sleeping over at Zhou Mi's place lately, at least until whatever awkwardness between herself and Nichkhun can settle. Zhou Mi is still harmless in his eyes.
Speaking of Zhou Mi, the manager walks in, long legs and all and folds his arms over his chest, overseeing the production of Victoria's hair. Thank goodness there's no beehive this time. Heechul bitches to the makeup stylist but shuts his mouth nonetheless when Victoria pinches him. Zhou Mi's known how mature his two most important models are. Especially with each other.
"Alright, it's time," he says in Mandarin, rippling off his tongue, and Heechul looks at him like he's out of his mind.
Zhou Mi hones in on that stare, one eyebrow raised. "As if you aren't used to random Chinese, your best friend is from Qingdao and your boyfriend is-"
"What best friend? Oh, this thing right here? She's not my best friend," Heechul shakes his head and walks off. Victoria slumps but gets out of her chair, following Zhou Mi to the set. She begs him not to make it any worse than it already is.
"I'm not letting you off the hook for that scandal, though," he warns, hearing Heechul complain about the temperature of his water somewhere in the back room. It's making his teeth clatter like glass, apparently. "Not until I get an explanation."
Victoria pouts as a reflex. "Figures."
It hadn't been that long ago, a simple two nights and you would be there, at the scene of the so-called 'crime' that wasn't actually a real crime. No one died. Nothing was stolen. Go down the checklist.
By now, Victoria was used to Seoul, she knew the streets pretty well and the language was a little easier to grasp, too. Even drunken voicemails from her best friend at 2:30am, the fantastic Kim Heechul slurring in her ear brought her right out of a deep sleep and forced her into somewhat presentable clothes as she tried not to wake Nichkhun. He twitched. That was about it.
She took two advil, head pounding, chugged some water, and headed out the door with her car keys echoing in jingles.
Heechul was sitting outside the club, head hanging and lulling and Victoria could just smell the cameras getting closer to their goldmine of tarnishing pictures. She made a beeline towards him, not stopping for any whispers or fans.
"Vicky!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. Oh. Drunk, definitely. There was no doubt about it. He only called her Vicky when he was highly intoxicated, whether on hairspray from dressing rooms, or alcohol. Or Hankyung, since that happened from time to time. "What are you doing here?"
"You called me, stupid," she said, although she never thought of herself as the kind of girl who should be saying the ever-Korean 'pabo.' Caught in the moment, she did it anyway.
"I did?"
"Come on, let's go," she lifted him up by his forearms and ignored more whispers and snickers. Cell phone camera snaps could be heard all around the two of them, but the main focus was to get Heechul out of there and back to his apartment, not punch a bystander in the face-nor kick them, because with her flexibility, she certainly was capable.
She loaded him into her car as if he were in a body bag, and he grunted when his hip hit the parking brake. "Ow!" But she ignored him and opened her own door. For some reason, Heechul was rubbing at his head instead of the spot that would probably be forming a bruise by morning. Victoria was about to start up the car when Heechul's arm randomly swung out to hit her in the face.
Automatically, she tossed out one of her usually rare Chinese swears. The ones that both Hankyung and her tended to pull out at unexpected times, like when they get hit in the face. Sometimes Zhou Mi did it, too, although his manners were typically better than the two of them when upset. "Heechul!"
"Wow, Vicky, you sound just like him!" Heechul's face widened, and Victoria wondered in her worried state just how drunk he was. How many beers? Or maybe wine. Who knew. "You are him…I mean you even look like him…"
"Heechul, stay in your seat. Heechul, I'm starting the car. Heechul, don't do that-"
Too late. Whatever possessed Heechul that night was something Victoria would never want to see again, or experience. She might as well think of it as molestation. In fact, that's exactly what it was, seeing how Heechul slowly came closer and closer to her, hand on her thigh, and pretty soon Victoria thought a wild animal was eating her face. It was only Heechul's lips on her lips, cheeks, and at one point she thought maybe he bit her tongue. She thought it was best to act in character and fight for her life, flapping her arms like a chicken and not even noticing that a couple flashes went off until she finally pushed him off her. And that was due to the fact that she almost hit a paparazzi while driving away.
She didn't even think of the consequences, and Heechul had already fallen asleep. His face was pressed against the glass of the passenger seat window. Beautiful.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that."
"I don't know what that means."
"Maybe that's because your Korean is at the level of a five-year-old's even though you've been here for eight fucking years, Hankyung."
"I take offense to that," he says, the incriminating magazine sitting in his lap. Heechul doesn't know if he means the bad Korean remark or the picture of Heechul molesting Victoria on the cover. Could be either, could be both at once. It could even be something Heechul said last week, and sometimes it was. That would require a quick reminiscence and Heechul's jaw being on the floor because why the hell would Hankyung be offended about something Heechul had said about dumplings? Oh, right. His mama.
But that's not the case right now.
"Why'd you do this?"
"She was being my best friend."
"Where I come from, best friends don't do things like this," Hankyung feels the need to point for emphasis. "And Victoria's from the same country as me."
"I was welcoming her."
"Late welcome, then."
"Everyone always says better late than never," Heechul counters, sliding over on the couch to lean his head on Hankyung's shoulder and slip the magazine away. Hankyung doesn't let go, though. "Are you getting some kind of sick fascination with this picture? Move the magazine, let me see your-"
"Oh, so you're in that kind of mood, huh," Hankyung wiggles his eyebrows, and Heechul considers for a moment how creepy it is before sighing and returning to the concept of personal space, sitting up straight.
"Forget it," Heechul shakes his head. "Ogle all you want, I don't care."
"Heechul."
"What?" he almost snaps, head whipping around to lock gazes again. "What do you want?"
Hankyung just barely starts to chew on his lip. "Why didn't you just call me?"
"I don't know."
"You called Victoria, though, why?"
"She's my best friend. It's a reflex." Heechul doesn't think about what he said to Victoria, about how she should have left him. She should have left him so that calling Hankyung would be his only choice left. At least, the better choice, compared to anyone else. He's about to say something else, but nothing coherent comes up, so he reigns everything in.
"Okay."
"So he's mad at you now, looks like."
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed," Victoria's pouting on accident. She doesn't mean it, but that doesn't mean she's going to stop. She's on Zhou Mi's pull out couch. "Both of them, really. Nichkhun and Heechul. The only one who doesn't seem upset at me is Han Geng-ge, of all people. And you seem like you've calmed down about it."
Zhou Mi crosses his legs and folds his hands together at his knees. "Well, since you told me the story, I've come to an understanding. That doesn't mean I'm happy about the negative light you're getting from certain critics."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Guessing you haven't read any columns about it?"
"Nichkhun told me not to."
"I thought he was mad," Zhou Mi raises an eyebrow.
Victoria tucks her hair behind her ear. Habit. A habit she can never force out of her muscle memory. "At first. Now he's starting to get over it. But…" she pauses, unsure of how she wants to put this. "I'm sorry, I'll go back home tomorrow morning, first thing."
Zhou Mi nods, chin now resting on his hand. "I understand. Just do whatever makes you comfortable, alright? Well, it's late. You should go to sleep, Qian."
"I will. You, too."
"Heechul will come around. He holds grudges sometimes, but I know, as his manager-and yours-that he has issues being angry with you for more than 48 hours. So wait it out." That big smile comes into play. Victoria is so thankful that is does, she almost feels like jumping up and hugging him. They grin and say goodnight and then Zhou Mi switches the lights off. Victoria pulls the blankets up to her shoulder and shuts her eyes, feeling the remnants of her make up from the earlier photoshoot underneath her eyes. She knows this feeling, but she doesn't know why she's crying into the pillow, muffling herself so Zhou Mi won't hear.
If she were to be at home, she'd feel Nichkhun as he started to hold her, take care of her. Maybe that's why she's turned on the waterworks. Maybe it's the Heechul part of her life, because the feeling of Heechul's anger in her system is akin to being dropped from great heights-although it's only the sensation of falling that gets to her.
At least there's no splat.
"Forgive me now?"
"Oh yes," Hankyung breathes, sweeping his hair back and watching his breathing lift the comforter up and down, rhythmically. Heechul comes closer and wraps an arm around him, almost protectively. "But was there anything to forgive anyway?"
Heechul resists the urge to facepalm. He buries his face into the crook of Hankyung's neck. "Idiot."
"I am curious as to why you kissed her."
"That's easy. She swore and she sounded like you."
Hankyung blinks. "Alright then. Is that all?"
"Basically."
Another couple of blinks. "I don't understand."
"Of course you don't," Heechul lifts himself up just a bit to kiss the bridge of his nose. "Don't worry about it."
"If you say so."
If Victoria could make herself feel any less nervous, she would say something witty when Nichkhun opens the door to their apartment. Something clever that would make him smile. Instead she finds herself being ridiculous, swinging her arms out on either side before bringing them back in to trap her fiancé in a hug.
He doesn't push her away, does quite the opposite, in fact.
"Did you forget your key?"
"I wanted you to answer the door," she says.
Perhaps it's the way she's sitting, slightly hunched over in her chair. Perhaps it's the way she picks at her salad as if she'd rather eat heaps of dumplings and rice and starch compared to her continuous intake of greens at work. Perhaps it's how she's biting her lip to keep herself from pouting. Whatever it is, Heechul can't stop himself from hugging her like he means to actually tackle her but doesn't want to startle her into choking on a leaf.
He has done that before.
Victoria covers her mouth when she looks at him, the other hand putting down her fork and tucking some long hair behind her ear.
"Stop gawking."
She doesn't take her eyes away.
"Oh, and swallow your food so you can talk to me."
She does, and then still doesn't know what to say.
"Have you gone mute since we spoke last? Was I that mean to you? Honestly," he sits in the chair beside her and primps himself using her mirror. "Stop looking at me like that. Smile, for crying out loud, Victoria."
"You're not-?"
"Angry? Of course not," he steals a tomato, greasy in appearance from the salad dressing. He chews it while Victoria takes in what he's just said. Of course not is different from what she expected: not anymore. "I wish you'd just smile, seriously you're starting to creep me out with that blank face. Got any coffee?"
Victoria smiles.
"That's better," he says.
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this stopped being funny when i started listening to Nell whilst writing :\
also: i edited this rather poorly, i'm so tired. i'll fix it tomorrow.
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Models Kim Heechul and Victoria Song get into an unexpected mishap. Hankyung is confused. Nichkhun isn't too happy.
Note: idek what this is. i needed to write Heechul something and i was looking at my f(x)/Suju challenge and the one with Vicky jumped out at me. i'm sorry for the fail of this fic. it was created out of my need for amusement and the fact that i am currently a sad panda :(
Word count: 2297
미인아 (No Other)
"This is all your fault."
"Mine?" Victoria stands up. She isn't going to take this sitting down. The hairdresser curses blatantly at Heechul.
He throws the magazine on top of the various colors of eyeshadow, different shades of blush, and Victoria's lunch. Salad. Heechul nods. "Yes, my dear, this is entirely your fault."
"How is it mine?" she struggles when the hairdresser tries to force her back down into the chair.
"If you'd have just left me alone, this wouldn't have even happened," he states, ignoring the way she's gaping at him in disbelief. "I could have gotten Hankyung to come pick me up."
She casts him a look of are you serious? "I was supposed to leave you there, drunk?"
Heechul waves his hand, very blasé. "I would have been fine."
Victoria doesn't hesitate from scoffing, but at least now she agrees with the hairdresser's final pleas for her to sit back down. She needs to be on set in ten minutes. When she picks up her phone, she gets another text from Nichkhun. Crying emoticons. Lovely. Since when did her fiancé start acting like this?
Probably since she kissed her colleague and best friend two nights ago-and the fact that said kiss has been printed in five different tabloids and magazines. Victoria's been sleeping over at Zhou Mi's place lately, at least until whatever awkwardness between herself and Nichkhun can settle. Zhou Mi is still harmless in his eyes.
Speaking of Zhou Mi, the manager walks in, long legs and all and folds his arms over his chest, overseeing the production of Victoria's hair. Thank goodness there's no beehive this time. Heechul bitches to the makeup stylist but shuts his mouth nonetheless when Victoria pinches him. Zhou Mi's known how mature his two most important models are. Especially with each other.
"Alright, it's time," he says in Mandarin, rippling off his tongue, and Heechul looks at him like he's out of his mind.
Zhou Mi hones in on that stare, one eyebrow raised. "As if you aren't used to random Chinese, your best friend is from Qingdao and your boyfriend is-"
"What best friend? Oh, this thing right here? She's not my best friend," Heechul shakes his head and walks off. Victoria slumps but gets out of her chair, following Zhou Mi to the set. She begs him not to make it any worse than it already is.
"I'm not letting you off the hook for that scandal, though," he warns, hearing Heechul complain about the temperature of his water somewhere in the back room. It's making his teeth clatter like glass, apparently. "Not until I get an explanation."
Victoria pouts as a reflex. "Figures."
It hadn't been that long ago, a simple two nights and you would be there, at the scene of the so-called 'crime' that wasn't actually a real crime. No one died. Nothing was stolen. Go down the checklist.
By now, Victoria was used to Seoul, she knew the streets pretty well and the language was a little easier to grasp, too. Even drunken voicemails from her best friend at 2:30am, the fantastic Kim Heechul slurring in her ear brought her right out of a deep sleep and forced her into somewhat presentable clothes as she tried not to wake Nichkhun. He twitched. That was about it.
She took two advil, head pounding, chugged some water, and headed out the door with her car keys echoing in jingles.
Heechul was sitting outside the club, head hanging and lulling and Victoria could just smell the cameras getting closer to their goldmine of tarnishing pictures. She made a beeline towards him, not stopping for any whispers or fans.
"Vicky!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. Oh. Drunk, definitely. There was no doubt about it. He only called her Vicky when he was highly intoxicated, whether on hairspray from dressing rooms, or alcohol. Or Hankyung, since that happened from time to time. "What are you doing here?"
"You called me, stupid," she said, although she never thought of herself as the kind of girl who should be saying the ever-Korean 'pabo.' Caught in the moment, she did it anyway.
"I did?"
"Come on, let's go," she lifted him up by his forearms and ignored more whispers and snickers. Cell phone camera snaps could be heard all around the two of them, but the main focus was to get Heechul out of there and back to his apartment, not punch a bystander in the face-nor kick them, because with her flexibility, she certainly was capable.
She loaded him into her car as if he were in a body bag, and he grunted when his hip hit the parking brake. "Ow!" But she ignored him and opened her own door. For some reason, Heechul was rubbing at his head instead of the spot that would probably be forming a bruise by morning. Victoria was about to start up the car when Heechul's arm randomly swung out to hit her in the face.
Automatically, she tossed out one of her usually rare Chinese swears. The ones that both Hankyung and her tended to pull out at unexpected times, like when they get hit in the face. Sometimes Zhou Mi did it, too, although his manners were typically better than the two of them when upset. "Heechul!"
"Wow, Vicky, you sound just like him!" Heechul's face widened, and Victoria wondered in her worried state just how drunk he was. How many beers? Or maybe wine. Who knew. "You are him…I mean you even look like him…"
"Heechul, stay in your seat. Heechul, I'm starting the car. Heechul, don't do that-"
Too late. Whatever possessed Heechul that night was something Victoria would never want to see again, or experience. She might as well think of it as molestation. In fact, that's exactly what it was, seeing how Heechul slowly came closer and closer to her, hand on her thigh, and pretty soon Victoria thought a wild animal was eating her face. It was only Heechul's lips on her lips, cheeks, and at one point she thought maybe he bit her tongue. She thought it was best to act in character and fight for her life, flapping her arms like a chicken and not even noticing that a couple flashes went off until she finally pushed him off her. And that was due to the fact that she almost hit a paparazzi while driving away.
She didn't even think of the consequences, and Heechul had already fallen asleep. His face was pressed against the glass of the passenger seat window. Beautiful.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that."
"I don't know what that means."
"Maybe that's because your Korean is at the level of a five-year-old's even though you've been here for eight fucking years, Hankyung."
"I take offense to that," he says, the incriminating magazine sitting in his lap. Heechul doesn't know if he means the bad Korean remark or the picture of Heechul molesting Victoria on the cover. Could be either, could be both at once. It could even be something Heechul said last week, and sometimes it was. That would require a quick reminiscence and Heechul's jaw being on the floor because why the hell would Hankyung be offended about something Heechul had said about dumplings? Oh, right. His mama.
But that's not the case right now.
"Why'd you do this?"
"She was being my best friend."
"Where I come from, best friends don't do things like this," Hankyung feels the need to point for emphasis. "And Victoria's from the same country as me."
"I was welcoming her."
"Late welcome, then."
"Everyone always says better late than never," Heechul counters, sliding over on the couch to lean his head on Hankyung's shoulder and slip the magazine away. Hankyung doesn't let go, though. "Are you getting some kind of sick fascination with this picture? Move the magazine, let me see your-"
"Oh, so you're in that kind of mood, huh," Hankyung wiggles his eyebrows, and Heechul considers for a moment how creepy it is before sighing and returning to the concept of personal space, sitting up straight.
"Forget it," Heechul shakes his head. "Ogle all you want, I don't care."
"Heechul."
"What?" he almost snaps, head whipping around to lock gazes again. "What do you want?"
Hankyung just barely starts to chew on his lip. "Why didn't you just call me?"
"I don't know."
"You called Victoria, though, why?"
"She's my best friend. It's a reflex." Heechul doesn't think about what he said to Victoria, about how she should have left him. She should have left him so that calling Hankyung would be his only choice left. At least, the better choice, compared to anyone else. He's about to say something else, but nothing coherent comes up, so he reigns everything in.
"Okay."
"So he's mad at you now, looks like."
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed," Victoria's pouting on accident. She doesn't mean it, but that doesn't mean she's going to stop. She's on Zhou Mi's pull out couch. "Both of them, really. Nichkhun and Heechul. The only one who doesn't seem upset at me is Han Geng-ge, of all people. And you seem like you've calmed down about it."
Zhou Mi crosses his legs and folds his hands together at his knees. "Well, since you told me the story, I've come to an understanding. That doesn't mean I'm happy about the negative light you're getting from certain critics."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Guessing you haven't read any columns about it?"
"Nichkhun told me not to."
"I thought he was mad," Zhou Mi raises an eyebrow.
Victoria tucks her hair behind her ear. Habit. A habit she can never force out of her muscle memory. "At first. Now he's starting to get over it. But…" she pauses, unsure of how she wants to put this. "I'm sorry, I'll go back home tomorrow morning, first thing."
Zhou Mi nods, chin now resting on his hand. "I understand. Just do whatever makes you comfortable, alright? Well, it's late. You should go to sleep, Qian."
"I will. You, too."
"Heechul will come around. He holds grudges sometimes, but I know, as his manager-and yours-that he has issues being angry with you for more than 48 hours. So wait it out." That big smile comes into play. Victoria is so thankful that is does, she almost feels like jumping up and hugging him. They grin and say goodnight and then Zhou Mi switches the lights off. Victoria pulls the blankets up to her shoulder and shuts her eyes, feeling the remnants of her make up from the earlier photoshoot underneath her eyes. She knows this feeling, but she doesn't know why she's crying into the pillow, muffling herself so Zhou Mi won't hear.
If she were to be at home, she'd feel Nichkhun as he started to hold her, take care of her. Maybe that's why she's turned on the waterworks. Maybe it's the Heechul part of her life, because the feeling of Heechul's anger in her system is akin to being dropped from great heights-although it's only the sensation of falling that gets to her.
At least there's no splat.
"Forgive me now?"
"Oh yes," Hankyung breathes, sweeping his hair back and watching his breathing lift the comforter up and down, rhythmically. Heechul comes closer and wraps an arm around him, almost protectively. "But was there anything to forgive anyway?"
Heechul resists the urge to facepalm. He buries his face into the crook of Hankyung's neck. "Idiot."
"I am curious as to why you kissed her."
"That's easy. She swore and she sounded like you."
Hankyung blinks. "Alright then. Is that all?"
"Basically."
Another couple of blinks. "I don't understand."
"Of course you don't," Heechul lifts himself up just a bit to kiss the bridge of his nose. "Don't worry about it."
"If you say so."
If Victoria could make herself feel any less nervous, she would say something witty when Nichkhun opens the door to their apartment. Something clever that would make him smile. Instead she finds herself being ridiculous, swinging her arms out on either side before bringing them back in to trap her fiancé in a hug.
He doesn't push her away, does quite the opposite, in fact.
"Did you forget your key?"
"I wanted you to answer the door," she says.
Perhaps it's the way she's sitting, slightly hunched over in her chair. Perhaps it's the way she picks at her salad as if she'd rather eat heaps of dumplings and rice and starch compared to her continuous intake of greens at work. Perhaps it's how she's biting her lip to keep herself from pouting. Whatever it is, Heechul can't stop himself from hugging her like he means to actually tackle her but doesn't want to startle her into choking on a leaf.
He has done that before.
Victoria covers her mouth when she looks at him, the other hand putting down her fork and tucking some long hair behind her ear.
"Stop gawking."
She doesn't take her eyes away.
"Oh, and swallow your food so you can talk to me."
She does, and then still doesn't know what to say.
"Have you gone mute since we spoke last? Was I that mean to you? Honestly," he sits in the chair beside her and primps himself using her mirror. "Stop looking at me like that. Smile, for crying out loud, Victoria."
"You're not-?"
"Angry? Of course not," he steals a tomato, greasy in appearance from the salad dressing. He chews it while Victoria takes in what he's just said. Of course not is different from what she expected: not anymore. "I wish you'd just smile, seriously you're starting to creep me out with that blank face. Got any coffee?"
Victoria smiles.
"That's better," he says.
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this stopped being funny when i started listening to Nell whilst writing :\
also: i edited this rather poorly, i'm so tired. i'll fix it tomorrow.