On His Hands And Knees
On His Hands And Knees
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: AU!Comedy/Humor/Minor!Romance
Summary: What was suppose to be a special night for two, involved an uninvited third party.
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Tonight had started off as a simple sleepover, Heechul asked Hankyung to come over and in truth, he was anticipating the time he could spend with him.
Except a certain intruder ruined everything, although most of the fault fell on Hankyung.
Heechul turned around when he heard Hankyung wail endlessly, following his shaking arm towards a tiny, little cockroach that crawled on the ground.
Heechul would have found the incident funny, if it weren't for the fact that he had to hunt down the bastard.
"You are such a wuss." Heechul scolded. "Can't believe I'm getting down on my hands and knees for this."
Most of the time he wouldn't have minded, but this was just degrading. He was tired, hungry, exhausted, he stressed loudly, but he prevailed. He squinted his eyes to look under the couch, lowering his head to see what might be hiding.
Hankyung tilted his head behind the pillar of the next room, turning his head swiftly side to side to search the tiled floor.
Heechul cursed under his breath. "I demand you love me forever for this crap you're putting me through."
"I swear I will!"
"YOU BETTER!" Heechul yelled back, flipping back his long hair to look closer under the couches. "I find it odd that I've never seen one in my entire time here, but it would show up when you do."
"It wants to kill me, I feel it." Hankyung's voice shook. "They knew I was coming and cackled evilly, laughing knowing that I'm here, when I open my eyes, I'll see hundreds of them coming towards me. All coming to kill me!"
"... Right." He muttered, he stood up and sighed as he kicked some of the furniture to try to jostle the thing out of its stubborn hiding. "Just be lucky this thing doesn't fly, or else I'd be running and leaving you behind locked up with it."
"That's cruel."
"Deal with it."
It had now been four hours and Heechul was on the prowl, having sneakers planted at every possible corner while carrying four in his arms, all in case it made a sneak attack and planned to run for it.
"I'm thirsty." Hankyung said, now relaxed and feeling sluggish, pacing around the room. At the daggers that came from his boyfriend's eyes, Hankyung merely smiled.
"I've already fed you twice."
Hankyung pursed his lips. "I'll just come in the kitchen then-"
"No!" Heechul barked. "If you see it again, you'll run out of this house onto the streets, the neighbors are already gossiping about me, let's not encourage those stories."
"But most of them are true."
"Shush." Heechul warned.
Hankyung sulked in the next room, pacing around with his shoulders heightened and a throbbing headache forming, he needed that thing to die. Now.
He heard a loud slap on the floor.
Hankyung jumped, startled as he whisked around.
"I DID IT!" Heechul yelled triumphantly. "It's dead!"
Hankyung immediately rushed over, needing to see proof of it, meanwhile yelling statements of how brave he was.
Heechul couldn't help but agree, although this was a minor incident, he felt all powerful as he cleaned up the remains as he described his counter attack in all seriousness. "I reached for it, cut it off in a corner, and when it wouldn't die the first time, I stomped it five more times to reassure."
"That's brutal."
"I am NOT going through that again." Heechul uttered. "This is my summer break, and somehow this is the most work I've done the entire year." Heechul then resumed his glare, his high already diminishing when he glanced at the time. "Now I can relax now, right?"
That question came about a lot more threatening than he intended, but it didn't faze his smiling other. "Yes!" Hankyung hugged Heechul from behind as tightly as he could from which Heechul couldn't break free. Pressed, he reminded the other he was still hungry, tired- did he mention hungry?
Hankyung grinned as he cooed repeatedly. "I love you~!"
"Yeah, yeah, screw you."
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HanChul
Genre: AU!Comedy/Humor/Minor!Romance
Summary: What was suppose to be a special night for two, involved an uninvited third party.
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Tonight had started off as a simple sleepover, Heechul asked Hankyung to come over and in truth, he was anticipating the time he could spend with him.
Except a certain intruder ruined everything, although most of the fault fell on Hankyung.
Heechul turned around when he heard Hankyung wail endlessly, following his shaking arm towards a tiny, little cockroach that crawled on the ground.
Heechul would have found the incident funny, if it weren't for the fact that he had to hunt down the bastard.
"You are such a wuss." Heechul scolded. "Can't believe I'm getting down on my hands and knees for this."
Most of the time he wouldn't have minded, but this was just degrading. He was tired, hungry, exhausted, he stressed loudly, but he prevailed. He squinted his eyes to look under the couch, lowering his head to see what might be hiding.
Hankyung tilted his head behind the pillar of the next room, turning his head swiftly side to side to search the tiled floor.
Heechul cursed under his breath. "I demand you love me forever for this crap you're putting me through."
"I swear I will!"
"YOU BETTER!" Heechul yelled back, flipping back his long hair to look closer under the couches. "I find it odd that I've never seen one in my entire time here, but it would show up when you do."
"It wants to kill me, I feel it." Hankyung's voice shook. "They knew I was coming and cackled evilly, laughing knowing that I'm here, when I open my eyes, I'll see hundreds of them coming towards me. All coming to kill me!"
"... Right." He muttered, he stood up and sighed as he kicked some of the furniture to try to jostle the thing out of its stubborn hiding. "Just be lucky this thing doesn't fly, or else I'd be running and leaving you behind locked up with it."
"That's cruel."
"Deal with it."
It had now been four hours and Heechul was on the prowl, having sneakers planted at every possible corner while carrying four in his arms, all in case it made a sneak attack and planned to run for it.
"I'm thirsty." Hankyung said, now relaxed and feeling sluggish, pacing around the room. At the daggers that came from his boyfriend's eyes, Hankyung merely smiled.
"I've already fed you twice."
Hankyung pursed his lips. "I'll just come in the kitchen then-"
"No!" Heechul barked. "If you see it again, you'll run out of this house onto the streets, the neighbors are already gossiping about me, let's not encourage those stories."
"But most of them are true."
"Shush." Heechul warned.
Hankyung sulked in the next room, pacing around with his shoulders heightened and a throbbing headache forming, he needed that thing to die. Now.
He heard a loud slap on the floor.
Hankyung jumped, startled as he whisked around.
"I DID IT!" Heechul yelled triumphantly. "It's dead!"
Hankyung immediately rushed over, needing to see proof of it, meanwhile yelling statements of how brave he was.
Heechul couldn't help but agree, although this was a minor incident, he felt all powerful as he cleaned up the remains as he described his counter attack in all seriousness. "I reached for it, cut it off in a corner, and when it wouldn't die the first time, I stomped it five more times to reassure."
"That's brutal."
"I am NOT going through that again." Heechul uttered. "This is my summer break, and somehow this is the most work I've done the entire year." Heechul then resumed his glare, his high already diminishing when he glanced at the time. "Now I can relax now, right?"
That question came about a lot more threatening than he intended, but it didn't faze his smiling other. "Yes!" Hankyung hugged Heechul from behind as tightly as he could from which Heechul couldn't break free. Pressed, he reminded the other he was still hungry, tired- did he mention hungry?
Hankyung grinned as he cooed repeatedly. "I love you~!"
"Yeah, yeah, screw you."
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