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100 SuJu Challenge
002. Christmas - Heechul/Ryeowook
Title: -20 Degrees.
Author:
omona_shi
Pair: Heechul/Ryeowook, hints of other pairings.
Rating: PG-13 [Just to be safe.]
Warnings: Slightly rough language, non-vulgar cursing and a little suggestive object at the end.
Summary: It's Christmas. A rather unusual Christmas, to be precise. An unfortunate group of boys have been woken to rather unexpected surroundings... and of course, what could possibly go wrong with Heechul in charge?
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior. As much as I pray every night that I did- like Siwon. ^^
002. Christmas - Heechul/Ryeowook:
"We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas!”
“KIM HEECHUL!”
Heechul paused for a moment in his tracks before smirking and repeated his verse only louder and more out of tune than before. He was treading in dangerous waters here, but who was he to care? He was, after all, Kim Heechul.
“HEECHUL!! YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!!”
His reply to Kangin’s furious holler from the bedroom was a high pitched laugh- but stopped when he noticed a small head poking out from Yesung’s room. Ryeowook looked at Heechul only, almost afraid of commenting until he spoke up with a sleep laced voice. “Hyung, it’s 4 in the morning, could you please keep it down?”
“Glad tidings we bring to you and your kin!”
“KIM. HEE. CHUL.” There was a loud slam and Kangin burst out from the room and his expression clearly stated ‘Heechul, you are dying and going straight to hell’. “Wookie, don’t worry. I’m going to murder the insane hyung of yours- whoa! Why the hell is it- 20 degrees?!” Ryeowook quickly stepped his palms against his ears to block out the vicious exchange of profanities between his two hyungs.
“Heechul-hyung, what do you think you’re doing?!”
“It’s Christmas!”
“It’s the middle of July!”
“When I say it’s Christmas, it’s Christmas.” The finality of Heechul’s tone caused Kangin to shut up and glare at Heechul with curses running through his mind.
“Kangin-hyung, let’s go to sleep,” said the magnae. Kangin nodded sharply, keeping his death glare fixed on Heechul the whole time he slid back into his bedroom. Ryeowook could only sigh and rub his head. How his hyungs could be so hard to cope with sometimes. An hour later, Super Junior was sat on the floor in their living room, mixed emotions running through each member’s mind. However, their positions were of a penguin community where each person clutched to three other in order to conserve body heat in the maddeningly icy climate Heechul had created in the living room.
“Well. Today is my Christmas so everyone has to help. Kangin and Teuk-hyung, you guys are n charge of hanging mistletoe over each bed-“ Heechul’s smile only widened further when he saw many faces pales, “Donghae, Eunhyuk, you can go around and spray fake snow everywhere; Kyuhyun, Sungmin, you two can cook the food;” Ryeowook looked slightly downcast, “Hangeng, Siwon, you two can go out and buy presents; Yesung and Shindong can go and pick out a movie. Ryeowook, you can decorate the Christmas tree with me.”
The sound of shuffling, muttering and occasional swear word filled the room as each pair got up to do their job. Only Ryeowook was left sitting on the wooden floor, watching Heechul with wary, suspicious eyes.
“Hyung, they can’t cook.”
“I know.” Ryeowook couldn’t object fast enough before Heechul gripped his arm with long, slim fingers and hauled him across the room with evil enthusiasm. Heechul knelt down and pulled a box out from underneath the tree.
“Start hanging.” Ryeowook nodded wordlessly as he opened the box and pulled out several baubles at once, carefully slipping a branch through each string. Heechul just sat there and watched. Time passed and soon the noise level had risen dramatically and the box lay open and empty.
“Hyung, we’re done.”
There was a sound of approval from Heechul.
“Good. I have a present for you, since you helped me.”
Oh, the irony in ‘you helped me’. Ryeowook found a small, sausage shaped, badly wrapped parcel lying in his lap and Heechul stood up to leave. He picked it up, caution in his every movement. This… there was a button… OH. It vibrated. What was it?
“Hyung, this…”
Heechul smirked slightly to himself and raised a hand to silence the magnae.
“Merry Christmas, Wookie.”
Thanks for reading, and please comment! ^^
100 SuJu Challenge
002. Christmas - Heechul/Ryeowook
Title: -20 Degrees.
Author:
omona_shi
Pair: Heechul/Ryeowook, hints of other pairings.
Rating: PG-13 [Just to be safe.]
Warnings: Slightly rough language, non-vulgar cursing and a little suggestive object at the end.
Summary: It's Christmas. A rather unusual Christmas, to be precise. An unfortunate group of boys have been woken to rather unexpected surroundings... and of course, what could possibly go wrong with Heechul in charge?
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior. As much as I pray every night that I did- like Siwon. ^^
002. Christmas - Heechul/Ryeowook:
"We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas!”
“KIM HEECHUL!”
Heechul paused for a moment in his tracks before smirking and repeated his verse only louder and more out of tune than before. He was treading in dangerous waters here, but who was he to care? He was, after all, Kim Heechul.
“HEECHUL!! YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!!”
His reply to Kangin’s furious holler from the bedroom was a high pitched laugh- but stopped when he noticed a small head poking out from Yesung’s room. Ryeowook looked at Heechul only, almost afraid of commenting until he spoke up with a sleep laced voice. “Hyung, it’s 4 in the morning, could you please keep it down?”
“Glad tidings we bring to you and your kin!”
“KIM. HEE. CHUL.” There was a loud slam and Kangin burst out from the room and his expression clearly stated ‘Heechul, you are dying and going straight to hell’. “Wookie, don’t worry. I’m going to murder the insane hyung of yours- whoa! Why the hell is it- 20 degrees?!” Ryeowook quickly stepped his palms against his ears to block out the vicious exchange of profanities between his two hyungs.
“Heechul-hyung, what do you think you’re doing?!”
“It’s Christmas!”
“It’s the middle of July!”
“When I say it’s Christmas, it’s Christmas.” The finality of Heechul’s tone caused Kangin to shut up and glare at Heechul with curses running through his mind.
“Kangin-hyung, let’s go to sleep,” said the magnae. Kangin nodded sharply, keeping his death glare fixed on Heechul the whole time he slid back into his bedroom. Ryeowook could only sigh and rub his head. How his hyungs could be so hard to cope with sometimes. An hour later, Super Junior was sat on the floor in their living room, mixed emotions running through each member’s mind. However, their positions were of a penguin community where each person clutched to three other in order to conserve body heat in the maddeningly icy climate Heechul had created in the living room.
“Well. Today is my Christmas so everyone has to help. Kangin and Teuk-hyung, you guys are n charge of hanging mistletoe over each bed-“ Heechul’s smile only widened further when he saw many faces pales, “Donghae, Eunhyuk, you can go around and spray fake snow everywhere; Kyuhyun, Sungmin, you two can cook the food;” Ryeowook looked slightly downcast, “Hangeng, Siwon, you two can go out and buy presents; Yesung and Shindong can go and pick out a movie. Ryeowook, you can decorate the Christmas tree with me.”
The sound of shuffling, muttering and occasional swear word filled the room as each pair got up to do their job. Only Ryeowook was left sitting on the wooden floor, watching Heechul with wary, suspicious eyes.
“Hyung, they can’t cook.”
“I know.” Ryeowook couldn’t object fast enough before Heechul gripped his arm with long, slim fingers and hauled him across the room with evil enthusiasm. Heechul knelt down and pulled a box out from underneath the tree.
“Start hanging.” Ryeowook nodded wordlessly as he opened the box and pulled out several baubles at once, carefully slipping a branch through each string. Heechul just sat there and watched. Time passed and soon the noise level had risen dramatically and the box lay open and empty.
“Hyung, we’re done.”
There was a sound of approval from Heechul.
“Good. I have a present for you, since you helped me.”
Oh, the irony in ‘you helped me’. Ryeowook found a small, sausage shaped, badly wrapped parcel lying in his lap and Heechul stood up to leave. He picked it up, caution in his every movement. This… there was a button… OH. It vibrated. What was it?
“Hyung, this…”
Heechul smirked slightly to himself and raised a hand to silence the magnae.
“Merry Christmas, Wookie.”
Thanks for reading, and please comment! ^^