Love Sick Pt. 1
Title: Sarangalhi (Love Sick)
Pairing: Heechul/ Hankyung/ Shiwon, Kangin/Leeteuk
Part: 1/3?
Summary: After the death of his boyfriend, Heechul moved to Seoul. Following him was his best friend, Kangin. At the new place, Kangin found his true love, Leeteuk. Heechul however, wasn't ready yet to unlock his sealed heart, until a guy named Siwon fell for him and ready to do anything just to win his love....
Rating: G
Genre: Drama(?)
A/N: Kind of side continuation for Heart Station and Bullet Train of Love, but can be read separately.
Thanks At jishu for betaed it for me..
For keyla_yeppo too coz she loves ShiChul so much.
“Heechul-ssi, what are you doing?” Leeteuk asked his counterpart. It’s 11.30 p.m. right now. The cafe is about to close. He started to clean up the counter. Heechul was staring blankly at the sink. It’s his job tonight to wash the glasses, but then he just open the tap, letting the water ran out freely.
Heechul just blinked a few times and continue his duty. He gently wiped the bangs that covered his eyes. His hands shimmered under the water, rinsing the glasses. He then put the glasses onto the rack, letting them dried for a while. He walked past Leeteuk, dragged a chair out, sat down and rested his chin on his fist on the table.
Being as caring as ever, Leeteuk started a conversation, “Hey, have you got any problem? Lately you’ve been wondering to the wonderland too much.” Ignoring the other, Heechul kept staring blankly at the open space. “You’re lucky Mr. Park is on vacation. If he’s here you could get fired, you know. Maybe if you-“
“I want nobody nobody but you, I want nobody nobody but you...” Heechul sang a song quietly, but not quiet enough as Leeteuk was able to hear it too. He probably wanted to sing it in his heart but the song escaped through his lips by the way.
Leeteuk looked at him. He had been working together with Heechul for about 3 months, but never once he saw a smile on that beautiful face.
“I think you better get home now. I’ll close the bar myself.”
Heechul lifted his head and looked at his counterpart with his big eyes, “Is it okay?”
Leeteuk gave his most sincere smile, “It’s okay. You really looked worn out nowadays. Go home early and get plenty of rest. It’s Saturday by the way.”
Heechul still didn’t budge from the seat. He was clearly reluctant to leave the other alone in the middle of the night.
Sensing the worry from his partner, Leeteuk tried to convince him, “Beside, Kangin will come to pick me up.” The elder’s eyes gleaming as he said his lover’s name.
Heechul looked down. Deep inside his heart, he was envious towards his colleague. At least he has Kangin beside him. His heart suddenly felt empty.
Heechul opened the locker and take out his bag. As he searched for his clothes, he realized that he left them at home. So he decided to stick to his waiter uniform; white long sleeves folded up until his elbow, black vest hang accordingly to his frame and a pair of black slacks. He drew back his hair and tied it at the back of his head.
As he walked out from the front door, suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Heechul turned around to see a man, leaning his back against the wall.
“You’re leaving early tonight.” The handsome guy gave a beautiful smile to Heechul.
Heechul disinterestedly said to him, “I didn’t ask you to wait for me, Shiwon-ssi.”
“Don’t have to be so formal with me. Please, call me Shiwon only.”
Heechul just muttered a ‘whatever’, and kept on walking. Shiwon, on the other hand, followed him from behind. Heechul tried to ignore the other man’s presence, but he was distracted by the way.
“What do you want from me?” he asked and stopped walking. Shiwon was surprised for while, and smiled, “I just figured that I need to walk you home.”
Clearly frustrated by the answer, he frowned while blowing up the bangs covering his forehead, “I’m a guy, you know. I can walk home myself.”
Shiwon watched the other’s reaction and mesmerized by his action. “I know. It’s just that with that beautiful face of yours, anybody could attack you, especially in the middle of the night.”
Heechul rolled his eyes and smirked a little, “You sure have a way with words,” and kept on walking.
‘He talked to me. That’s an improvement.’ Shiwon remembered the first time he tried to open a conversation with Heechul. He was always being ignored. Last time, he tried to use his pick-up line on Heechul. The result? Uhh.. You could say it didn’t work.
Shiwon, still following behind, admiring the person in front of him. He watched him swayed his hips, his slim waist, his long, smooth hair shone under the faint road lights, his slender, ivory neck. Shiwon tried to shake off the perverted thoughts out of his head, but seriously, who wouldn’t think about it? Heechul is just so beautiful; anyone could mistake him as a girl. Shiwon just felt that he wanted to protect him, although he’s aware that Heechul didn’t really need it. Why? Easy.
Because he had fallen in love with him.
Finally, they reached Heechul’s place. Shiwon hoped that he could spend more time with him, but it’s looked like this was the end of it for tonight. Heechul reached down his pocket to get the key. Something caught Shiwon’s attention.
“That’s a cute keychain. Pink, your favourite.” He pointed the said item.
Heechul looked suspiciously towards the other, “How did you know? What are you? Stalker?”
Shiwon chuckled. Heechul lifted his left eyebrow, curious from the taller man’s action.
“I just knew it.” He gave the safest answer he could think of.
“Whatever.” Heechul turned the knob and entered his humble home.
“Goodnight. Have a nice dream.” Shiwon waved goodbye.
Heechul turned around, “You too.” He then gently closed the door.
Shiwon, feeling contented, decided to wait there longer.
Heechul flicked the lamp switch open. Lights from the fluorescent lamp started filled the small, cosy bedroom of his. He took off the clothes that he wore for the past twelve hours and got into his pink pyjama.
Shiwon, who was about to go back to his own place, took a glance of Heechul’s bedroom window. He gaped when he saw Heechul stripping off through the translucent curtain.
‘Oh my god...’
He saw how Heechul easily pulled off the vest, and how his fingers worked on his shirt’s buttons one by one. Shiwon started to feel uncomfortable at his lower body part. He saw how the shirt slid down Heechul’s shoulder. Shiwon felt unbelievably tight in his pants. He looked away, trying to refrain himself from keep watching the scene. ‘One last time,’ he said to himself. ‘Just once more.’
He looked back to the window, only to see Heechul was already in his pyjama. Shiwon sighed in relief; he didn’t know what to do if he sees something more than that. He wiped off the cold sweats on his forehead, and walked back home.
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Cold crystal water found its way out through the shower, wetting the well-built body of the Adonis. A stream of water poured down directly on his heads, moving down towards his defined abs and his muscular arms, trailing down his hips and found its way to the hole on the floor. He lifted up his head, letting the fast water hit his face while closing his eyes tightly. He ran his long fingers through his hair, then lowered them onto his toned chest.
He turned off the shower. Steam of water formed and vaporized on the big, wide mirror. He cleared the view using his left hand’s palm. A reflection of his face with dripping wet hair formed on the mirror for a while, and then quickly replaced by the steam again.
He stepped out from the bathroom, his lower body now covered with white towel. Using the other towel, he dried his damp hair and tossed it on the bed. He then lowered his body onto the mattress, his back supported by a pillow, leaning against the headboard.
He reached a remote controller beside the bed lamp on the bedside drawer. Pressing the ‘Play’ button, the sound system boomed with the song SORRY SORRY. He closed his eyes, his breath slightly heavier, chest heaved unconsciously.
Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
naega naega naega meonjeo
The club is filled with crowd. Everyone is enjoying themselves, moving their body accordingly to the music.
He just standing there, resting his left elbow on the bar, his other hand holding a blue beverage, while appreciating the view. No, he’s not here to find love, he just wanted to have some fun.
nege nege nege ppajeo
ppajeo ppajeo beoryeo baby
Just then, his eyes met someone, probably the most gorgeous person ever alive on earth, walking through the crowd. He just couldn’t get his eyes off that girl.
Shawty Shawty Shawty Shawty
nuni busyeo busyeo busyeo
She’s so hot; she could’ve melted anyone around her. Walking in those 3-inches stilettos, her long, smooth legs captured his attention. Her hips swayed gracefully in the tight skirt. Wearing a red low cut halter neck, exposing some cleave, the dress snug onto her frame. Sparkling diamond necklace rested just above her bosom, accessorizing her ivory neck. Her shiny black hair is styled perfectly with her facial figure. Her wet, glossy lips and her dark, seducing eyes shook his ice cold heart.
sumi makyeo makyeo makyeo
naega micheo micheo baby
Making her way through the crowd, he knew that she was heading towards him. She rested her hand on his, leaning forward until there was merely a centimetre between their faces. Her body leaned against his, sending shivers down his spine by the sudden touch. He felt her breath on his lips, making himself feeling hotter and hotter. She traced an imaginary line using her right index finger up his left elbow to his chin, flicking at the end of it. By that, he watched her lips moving seductively as she muttered under her breath,
“Shiwon.”
He opened his eyes knowing that he is still in his own bedroom. He got up, catching up his breath for a while, only to realise that he had a hard on. With a heart filled with guilt, Shiwon touched himself.
He came all over his towel. He folded his legs to his chest and buried his face in his arm, his face flushing red in embarrassment. A name slipped from his mouth,
“Heechul.”
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Heechul woke up, feeling that somebody mentioned his name. He turned to his left, only to see an empty space in the other side of the bed. He stared at the empty space, as if there is someone beside him. Flashbacks started to play in his head.
“Chullie, wake up.”
It’s noon already but they both still in bed. Heechul only grunted, not showing any intention to wake up whatsoever. He instead snuggled into his boyfriend’s chest. Hankyung laughed as his partner pulled him closer and held on his waist.
“Geumanhae! Ah jinjja... You better get up or I’ll tickle you to death,” he threatened him. Quietly he slipped his right hand under the blanket, getting ready to ambush.
“Try me,” he challenged his boyfriend. Hankyung, without waiting, attacked him on the bed. He tickled his waist and his underarms. Heechul giggled as he got tickled. He moved around forcefully, until Hankyung ended up on top of him, supporting himself with his arms. His laughter ceased as he noticed his lover’s two dark orbs looked directly into his own, if he tried to convey a massage through his stare.
“Yah, what are you looking at? Am I that beautiful?” Heechul jokingly asked.
“You know I love you, right?” Hankyung said seriously, eyes still in contact. His right hand caressed his lover’s face gently.
Heechul blushed as he knew that his boyfriend didn’t always say those precious words. He looked back into Hankyung’s eyes in affection.
“Of course I know that,” he said with pouting lips.
Slowly he closed his eyes as he saw the man on top of him leaned forward. Hankyung, in his playful mode, whispered into his ears, “I think this Cinderella need to take his royal bath first because he smells.”
Heechul opened his eyes and tackled him onto the mattress, straddling him, “Oh really? Now it’s time for this almighty Cinderella to take on his revenge.” He took the chance to tickle back his prince.
“Ah... aah.. geumanhae!!” he moaned, making Heechul slowed down his ministrations. “Arasso, arasso.” Hankyung raised his white flag. “Why don’t we take a bath together?”
“You sly pervert!!” Heechul used the pillow instead to attack his boyfriend. Hankyung tried to block Heechul’s attack, when suddenly the Cinderella grabbed Hankyung’s hand and dragged him to the bathroom.
It felt like it was just yesterday when it all happened.
Heechul closed his eyes, and opened them again. He wanted to do some stretching, but then he realised that he can’t lift himself up. He felt his forehead to feel his temperature. It seemed like he caught a fever.
Part 2.