Ficlet. Shihan/Kihan.
I die. Typical quix!angst, only this time, it's Shiwon.
Title Regret
Pairing Shihan/Kihan and death!dealing!Shichul
Rating PG-13
Summary Hankyung says that Shiwon will regret it.
Notes Not happy with this one.
"You'll regret this," Hankyung says stiffly when he opens the door to their room and sees Shiwon and Heechul in the same bed, sleeping. "I'll make you sorry. You'll see."
Shiwon isn't sure what to do because "this isn't what it looks like" and "I'm sorry, sorry" are feeble excuses that die on his lips. So he sits up and runs a hand through Heechul's brown locks and watches as Hankyung leaves the room quietly.
When Hankyung's shadow on the carpet is gone, Heechul rouses and mumbles, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Shiwon says. "Don't worry about it."
x
Kibum wears cologne, too. It's not as strong as Shiwon's, and it makes Hankyung think of rain and the ocean while he lies next to him on the small couch, their legs intertwined.
"I hate him," the older boy says gruffly. He thinks, Kibum smells better, anyway.
"You don't, really," Kibum returns gently. "It's only temporary." He thinks, but I hope not.
"Maybe."
x
Shiwon walks into the living room, an apology finally on his lips ("We were drunk and it wasn't serious at all. Even Heechul's sorry."), but he sees Hankyung and Kibum asleep on the couch and walks right back out, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.
He tries not to become too worked up over it, but when he's washing dishes after dinner, he lets one fall to the tiles and shatter all over the floor.
"I'm not the jealous type," he mumbles to himself.
x
It's nearly winter; the snow quickly turns to slush on the roads and sidewalks. On Super Junior's day off, Hankyung glides into the living room in noticeably better spirits. "I'm going shopping for a new coat," he says with a smile.
Shiwon snaps his book shut and rises reflexively from the loveseat, but Hankyung heads straight for Kibum, who is curled up on the couch, napping. He shakes Kibum's shoulders gently, waking him. The younger boy blinks a few times before sitting up slowly.
"Kibum," the Chinese boy chirps, taking Kibum's wrist. "Come shopping with me?"
"Hn." He nods, rising from the couch and scratching his thick, black hair.
He doesn't like red, Shiwon thinks suddenly as he lets himself fall back into the loveseat, disappointment apparent on his face.
x
The door to Hankyung's room is ajar. When Shiwon walks past he can hear a low moan from Kibum's throat and short gasps from the older. All he can see are two pairs of feet behind a bed. Shiwon thinks that he doesn't want to know what's on the other side.
x
Here are the facts:
He and Hankyung were together for three months and seventeen days.
Shiwon likes Japanese food but Hankyung will only eat Japan's udon noodles.
Hankyung likes sad movies, because then he cries and it gives him an excuse to sniffle into the other boy's shirt.
When Hankyung goes grocery shopping, he never buys milk.
Hankyung hates the number four.
Shiwon wonders how many facts does Kibum know?
x
At four o'clock in the morning Shiwon rolls out of bed and walks over to Hankyung's. The bed springs creak when he sits at the bed's edge, placing his hands to either side of Hankyung's shoulders.
He kisses him; his lips are dry and slightly parted.
"Hey," Hankyung breathes. "Kibum, what time is it?"
But then he opens his eyes, and he screams.
x
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Kibum shouts angrily in the living room, a protective arm around Hankyung's shoulders as they stand over Shiwon, who is on the couch. The other housemates have locked their rooms and tried to go back to sleep.
"Can't Hannie and I talk alone, please?" Shiwon asks desperately. "Please?"
"Maybe he doesn't want to be alone with you, Shiwon. Just say what you want to say, here." Kibum's arm tightens, pulling Hankyung closer to him. Shiwon tries to rignore the fact that Hankyung is leaning into him.
After a few moments of silence, he finally mutters, "I miss you."
Hankyung falls to his knees, doubling over and hugging his thin shoulders. "Why did you have to make things so complicated?" he whispers. Then, "I miss you, too."
Shiwon is about to envelop Hankyung in his arms when the older boy suddenly looks him in the eye, cold stare unforgiving.
"But, please," the dancer begins in a pleading tone. "Go back to Heechul, or find someone else, because I'll miss Kibum more than I'll miss you."
Shiwon thinks he can't possibly fall more than he already has, but then Hankyung says with a sad smile:
"Didn't I tell you that you'd regret it?"
xx
[AN]
SHICHUL KILLS EVERYTHING, SEE? It wasn't even sweet Shichul. It was Alcohol!induced!Shichul.
I need a happy Shihan. T_T
-quix.
Title Regret
Pairing Shihan/Kihan and death!dealing!Shichul
Rating PG-13
Summary Hankyung says that Shiwon will regret it.
Notes Not happy with this one.
"You'll regret this," Hankyung says stiffly when he opens the door to their room and sees Shiwon and Heechul in the same bed, sleeping. "I'll make you sorry. You'll see."
Shiwon isn't sure what to do because "this isn't what it looks like" and "I'm sorry, sorry" are feeble excuses that die on his lips. So he sits up and runs a hand through Heechul's brown locks and watches as Hankyung leaves the room quietly.
When Hankyung's shadow on the carpet is gone, Heechul rouses and mumbles, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Shiwon says. "Don't worry about it."
x
Kibum wears cologne, too. It's not as strong as Shiwon's, and it makes Hankyung think of rain and the ocean while he lies next to him on the small couch, their legs intertwined.
"I hate him," the older boy says gruffly. He thinks, Kibum smells better, anyway.
"You don't, really," Kibum returns gently. "It's only temporary." He thinks, but I hope not.
"Maybe."
x
Shiwon walks into the living room, an apology finally on his lips ("We were drunk and it wasn't serious at all. Even Heechul's sorry."), but he sees Hankyung and Kibum asleep on the couch and walks right back out, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.
He tries not to become too worked up over it, but when he's washing dishes after dinner, he lets one fall to the tiles and shatter all over the floor.
"I'm not the jealous type," he mumbles to himself.
x
It's nearly winter; the snow quickly turns to slush on the roads and sidewalks. On Super Junior's day off, Hankyung glides into the living room in noticeably better spirits. "I'm going shopping for a new coat," he says with a smile.
Shiwon snaps his book shut and rises reflexively from the loveseat, but Hankyung heads straight for Kibum, who is curled up on the couch, napping. He shakes Kibum's shoulders gently, waking him. The younger boy blinks a few times before sitting up slowly.
"Kibum," the Chinese boy chirps, taking Kibum's wrist. "Come shopping with me?"
"Hn." He nods, rising from the couch and scratching his thick, black hair.
He doesn't like red, Shiwon thinks suddenly as he lets himself fall back into the loveseat, disappointment apparent on his face.
x
The door to Hankyung's room is ajar. When Shiwon walks past he can hear a low moan from Kibum's throat and short gasps from the older. All he can see are two pairs of feet behind a bed. Shiwon thinks that he doesn't want to know what's on the other side.
x
Here are the facts:
He and Hankyung were together for three months and seventeen days.
Shiwon likes Japanese food but Hankyung will only eat Japan's udon noodles.
Hankyung likes sad movies, because then he cries and it gives him an excuse to sniffle into the other boy's shirt.
When Hankyung goes grocery shopping, he never buys milk.
Hankyung hates the number four.
Shiwon wonders how many facts does Kibum know?
x
At four o'clock in the morning Shiwon rolls out of bed and walks over to Hankyung's. The bed springs creak when he sits at the bed's edge, placing his hands to either side of Hankyung's shoulders.
He kisses him; his lips are dry and slightly parted.
"Hey," Hankyung breathes. "Kibum, what time is it?"
But then he opens his eyes, and he screams.
x
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Kibum shouts angrily in the living room, a protective arm around Hankyung's shoulders as they stand over Shiwon, who is on the couch. The other housemates have locked their rooms and tried to go back to sleep.
"Can't Hannie and I talk alone, please?" Shiwon asks desperately. "Please?"
"Maybe he doesn't want to be alone with you, Shiwon. Just say what you want to say, here." Kibum's arm tightens, pulling Hankyung closer to him. Shiwon tries to rignore the fact that Hankyung is leaning into him.
After a few moments of silence, he finally mutters, "I miss you."
Hankyung falls to his knees, doubling over and hugging his thin shoulders. "Why did you have to make things so complicated?" he whispers. Then, "I miss you, too."
Shiwon is about to envelop Hankyung in his arms when the older boy suddenly looks him in the eye, cold stare unforgiving.
"But, please," the dancer begins in a pleading tone. "Go back to Heechul, or find someone else, because I'll miss Kibum more than I'll miss you."
Shiwon thinks he can't possibly fall more than he already has, but then Hankyung says with a sad smile:
"Didn't I tell you that you'd regret it?"
xx
[AN]
SHICHUL KILLS EVERYTHING, SEE? It wasn't even sweet Shichul. It was Alcohol!induced!Shichul.
I need a happy Shihan. T_T
-quix.