Of Drunk Hyungs and Pirates - Part 1
Title: Of Drunk Hyungs and Pirates
Pairing: Heechul/Eunhyuk, EunChul, HyukChul, ChulHyuk, HeeHyuk. Whichever.
Genre: General, fluff, humour, bromance.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, kissing.
Word Count: ~5000
Rated: PG-13
Summary: When Hyukjae saw that predatory smirk stealing across Heechul’s face, he really should have just turned and run.
There is a mention of the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean movie in this fic, but only as a means to an end. ;) Also, I based drunk!Heechul's personality on what I gathered after seeing Ep 8 of Idol World and Ep 6 of O!MS: he becomes incredibly touchy feely after drinking (O!MS), but doesn't get totally drunk i.e. he's coherent and can think quite straight (IW). Of course, I took this and ran with it, exaggerating some aspects, but I hope it's somewhat credible. :D
Also, this fic is too long for LJ's tastes, so I'll upload the 2nd part separately.
OK, with that out of the way. Heechul/Eunhyuk. HyukChul. My bias. Let me show you it.
OF DRUNK HYUNGS AND PIRATES - HEECHUL/EUNHYUK
It is hard to get a bit of alone time when you are an idol with a full schedule and an average of four hours’ sleep everyday. So, when Hyukjae gets a whole week semi free - that is to say a week consisting of afternoon schedules only - he considers it a miracle and takes full advantage.
The first three days, he sleeps in until eleven, blissfully ignoring the loud grumbles of Sungmin at dawn, who has not managed to bag himself the same luxury. But soon after, the appeal of sleeping twelve hours a day wanes and he finds himself craving another luxury that has long been eluding him thanks to his tight schedule: a bit of alone-Hyukjae-time.
He begins staying back at the agency at night after work ends when everyone has left, and takes to haunting the practice rooms. Once, Donghae demands to know why the heck he feels the need to “over-dance” and Jungsu hyung corners him and asks him if everything is OK. He reassures them both that everything is fine. He just wants to be alone.
Jungsu, of course, gives him his space (with a concerned smile) after that. Donghae, on the other hand, atypically pokes around a bit more, prodding him with nosy questions and literally prodding him in the side until he falls to the floor, laughing, and hastily tells his best friend that he just misses dancing alone to his own beat and he likes it when the headquarters are empty at night and would Donghae please just stop with the poking and tickling already?!
And that is how he finds himself dancing his heart out in the practice rooms after midnight, music blaring from the speakers and resonating through the deserted building. He did not lie to Donghae; this is honestly what he wants, at least for these last few days of partial freedom. As much as Hyukjae loves working with the members and choreographing their routines, he has missed this: putting some music on and just dancing. To move with the rhythm without having to concentrate and worry about his next move. Purely going with flow.
He stays back and dances without a worry for the next three nights, stopping only when it feels like his limbs are going to fall out (and once, when Sungmin calls at three in the morning and barks at him to come home and does he know how much of a fright he gave his hyung when he saw that Hyukkie is missing?) Hyukjae doesn’t regret the late nights. He can get enough sleep in the mornings and he treasures his time alone.
Nothing changes on the night before the last day of freedom. He puts on the most upbeat music he can find and drowns himself in the cadence until the door is suddenly thrown open and the last person he expects stumbles in.
Hyukjae stops dead, shocked. ‘Hyung?’
Bleary eyes stare at him a little dazedly through the fringe of dyed brown hair. His mouth forms around the word, ‘Hyukjae ...?’
‘Heechul hyung, what are you doing here?’
The pounding music is so loud that Hyukjae cannot hear himself speak. He hurries to the stereo near the door and has barely turned it off when a pair of arms unexpectedly wrap around his torso. A lean body presses against him from behind.
Hyukjae freezes at once.
‘Hyukkie ah,’ the voice, slightly croaky, sounds right in his ear. ‘You’re still here...?’
A certain reek washes over his nose and suddenly it all makes sense.
‘How much have you had to drink, hyung?’ he asks dryly, relaxing without conscious thought.
‘How much do you think? Heechul murmurs into his hair with a rather slurred laugh.
Considering the clingy hugging, the long fingers stroking his pinned arms and the rather zealous nuzzling that has begun at the nape of his neck, it is obvious that his hyung has had quite a lot to drink.
Hyukjae restrains himself from voicing it aloud, though, and instead asks, discreetly trying to free himself, ‘Why are you here at this time, Heechul hyung?’
Heechul tightens his arms around him and buries his face deeper into Hyukjae’s neck. ‘Might ask ya the same thing, Hyukkie.’
There is a moment of silence and then Hyukjae sighs, resigned. ‘I was dancing,’ he mumbles and gently, but firmly peels the elder’s arms off him. Until you interrupted. He cannot deny that he feels a little resentful towards his hyung for bursting in on him, especially on this last night of alone-Hyukjae-time. Time is precious and already he is wasting so much of it.
‘Mm, I saw you,’ grunts Heechul, finally allowing his dongsaeng to go free. Without the support, he stumbles a little and Hyukjae quickly grabs his arm to steady him. The elder takes the chance to lean on him again and Hyukjae finds himself with an armful of drunken Kim Heechul.
Sighing, Heechul lets his head fall forward so that their foreheads are touching. He closes his eyes briefly.
‘You dance pretty, Hyukjae.’
Hyukjae does not think “pretty” is the correct adjective to describe his dance - or any male oriented dances for that matter - but warmth courses through him at the unexpected words and he lowers his eyes, suddenly feeling a little shy. He does not get complimented by Heechul a whole lot, drunk or sober.
‘Thanks, hyu -’
‘I wish I could dance like you.’
Hyukjae freezes again, this time shaken by the sheer passion Heechul put in that one sentence. Leaning against him, his face is now uncomfortably close to Hyukjae’s. The latter can smell the soju on the other’s breath and he finds himself shrinking under the force of the piercing gaze Heechul is subjecting him to. His dark eyes are intense and unreadable and a whole lot more lucid than they had been a minute ago.
They stay like that for a few seconds, Heechul gazing and Hyukjae steadily growing more and more flustered until finally, the elder lets go and backs away, loudly groaning,
‘Aish, I have such a headache! Mmmf, I think I took a freaking leap and bypassed drunk and went straight to hangover or somethin’.’
Avoiding the other’s eyes, Hyukjae rubs at his arms and is mildly discomfited to discover gooseflesh. ‘Why were you drinking at the agency at this time of night?’ he mumbles for lack of anything better to stay.
Even while drunk, Heechul has not lost his fluency when it comes to sarcasm. ‘Did your brain cells actually dance their way out through your ears or something? Of course I wasn’t drinking here, you idiot. Hongki is leaving for Japan with F.T Island tomorrow. I was treating him to a drink at the bar round the corner.’ Heechul yawns, stretches and promptly loses his balance, ending up on his butt on the floor.
‘But then, I remembered I’d left my - yawn - my wallet in our dressing room; Hongki almost killed me when he had to foot the bill,’ continues Heechul, his words still a little garbled. Looking entirely unembarrassed about his ungraceful fall, he lies back on the wooden floor and looks blearily up at Hyukjae. ‘Then when I get back, I hear music in the dead of night and find you flailing about the place like a thrashing octopus. Or anchovy, rather,’ he adds with a lopsided, insolent grin.
Hyukjae is tempted to point out that only minutes ago Heechul had been praising his dance, but decides against it. Instead, he sits on his haunches beside his K.O-ed hyung and tells him gently to get up.
‘Don’t fall asleep here, hyung. You should go back.’
‘You’re one to talk,’ Heechul retorts and yanks on his arm. With a surprised yelp, Hyukjae ends up on the floor, his side pressed tightly against Heechul.
‘Stay here with me for a while,’ the elder tells him and yawns again.
Hyukjae wiggles around a bit, but Heechul has caught a strong hold of his arm and refuses to release him. It is a little weird, lying together with Heechul on the practice floor, but not entirely unpleasant or awkward. Hyukjae finally gives in and makes himself more comfortable, and Heechul shifts a little and pulls him closer, guiding his head to lie on his shoulder.
Yep, definitely drunk.
They lie without talking for a while, the silence broken only by the sound of their breathing. Hyukjae tries to ignore the stench of alcohol emanating from his hyung and keeps an eye on the clock, counting the seconds and trying to repress his impatience to dance again. Why did Heechul have to walk in on him, drunk, tonight of all nights?
‘Whassamatter, Hyukkie?’
Hyukjae is a little surprised at the question. ‘Nothing.’
‘You’re restless.’
The younger man twists his head to stare up into the other’s face. Heechul is looking down at him impassively, and again, his eyes seem clearer than before.
‘I’m not,’ Hyukjae mumbles, breaking eye contact as he realises that Heechul has caught him staring at the clock. He does not know, but for some reason, the way Heechul is looking at him makes him feel uncomfortable, as if he has done something wrong.
There is a heavy pause. Hyukjae can still feel the other’s eyes on him, like a physical sensation.
‘D’ya dislike it?’
Not for the first time that night, the younger is caught off guard again.
‘Dislike ... what?’
Heechul’s gaze is heavier now and Hyukjae uneasily wonders if he’s been glared at. He still doesn’t dare raise his eyes.
‘This. Us. Me, being here. With you.’
The allegation is so startling and unfounded that Hyukjae jerks up to a sitting position and looks quickly at Heechul, wildly shaking his head.
‘What, no! No, hyung, of course not! Why would I dislike being with you?’ he babbles, stumbling over the words in his rush to get that notion out of Heechul’s head. ‘Why do you even think that?’
Heechul is still lying lazily on the floor, looking expressionlessly at him. ‘You were awfully eager to get me outta here. And you’re disappointed I came.’
‘That’s not tru -!’
‘I mightn’t be able to walk straight, but I ain’t drunk outta my mind, Hyukjae. I can see you, yanno.’
Hyukjae doesn’t know how to reply. Heechul has seen right through him, and yet, he hasn’t. Not really.
When he fails to reply, Heechul pulls himself up with a groan, muttering, ‘Whatever. I was leaving anyway.’
Desperate to save the situation, Hyukjae catches hold of his sleeve. ‘Wait, hyung -’
Heechul shakes him off and stumbles to his feet. ‘I’ll leave ya alone.’
‘Heenim,’ says Hyukjae pleadingly, rising. He takes hold of Heechul’s shoulders, trying to stop him from leaving. ‘It’s not like that at all! Please, really. I like being with you, honestly I do. It’s just that, tonight, just ... just ...’
‘Just what?’ Heechul looks sceptically at him.
‘Just ... it’s the last night I’ll be able to stay up and dance like this. I have full schedules starting the day after tomorrow again. I won’t have time for myself again so soon.’
Heechul gives him a look that plainly screams what the freaking hell are you talking about?
‘I ... I just wanted to dance. By myself, with no one around. That’s all ...’ Hyukjae’s voice trails off and he looks down, embarrassed. He just does not know how to explain it to Heechul, but for some reason, he wants him to understand.
It is apparent from the look on Heechul’s face that he does not understand; not entirely, at least. Nevertheless, he makes a shooing gesture at Hyukjae and says, ‘Well, go dance then. What’s stopping ya?’
The thought of dancing so freely in front of Heechul makes his cheeks fairly burn. This is different from their usual song choreography. This is Hyukjae doing something he loves as a hobby, as a way of relieving stress and calming his nerves, as a way of spending time with himself. This is private and personal. He doesn’t want to do this in front of an audience; especially if that audience is Kim Heechul, around whom he has always been a little bit intimidated, a little bit thrilled ... a little bit shy.
Heechul seems to understand his silence much more than his previous weak explanations.
‘See ya, Hyukkie,’ he says finally, not coldly and actually gives his cheek a pat before making to leave. He has taken no more than three steps before he sways, stumbles and almost falls face first onto the wooden floor. Only Hyukjae’s quick hand at his elbow keeps him on his feet.
As he helps his hyung to steady himself, Hyukjae things that Heechul must be the only one in the world who can drink so much that he can’t walk straight, yet be incredibly coherent at the same time.
‘I’m fine,’ grunts Heechul, trying to pull himself free, but Hyukjae wraps an arm around his shoulder, a little uncertainly at first, and supports his weight.
‘I’ll drive you home, hyung. You can’t drive by yourself like this.’
‘Don’t have to. I’ll just take the bus or somethin’.’
‘You’ll be hard pressed to find one at this time of night.’
Irritated, Heechul looks up, an argument ready on his lips, but his dongsaeng shoots him a firm look and tightens his arm around the other. ‘I’ll take you home, hyung,’ he tells him resolutely.
‘Aish, fine!’ snaps Heechul, grimacing. ‘Just shut up already, will ya? So freakin’ pigheaded. Hell, I have a headache ...’
All the same, he wraps an arm around Hyukjae’s slim waist and leans into him, accepting his support. Hyukjae can’t help but smile, revealing his gums.
tbc
Read PART TWO
Pairing: Heechul/Eunhyuk, EunChul, HyukChul, ChulHyuk, HeeHyuk. Whichever.
Genre: General, fluff, humour, bromance.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, kissing.
Word Count: ~5000
Rated: PG-13
Summary: When Hyukjae saw that predatory smirk stealing across Heechul’s face, he really should have just turned and run.
There is a mention of the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean movie in this fic, but only as a means to an end. ;) Also, I based drunk!Heechul's personality on what I gathered after seeing Ep 8 of Idol World and Ep 6 of O!MS: he becomes incredibly touchy feely after drinking (O!MS), but doesn't get totally drunk i.e. he's coherent and can think quite straight (IW). Of course, I took this and ran with it, exaggerating some aspects, but I hope it's somewhat credible. :D
Also, this fic is too long for LJ's tastes, so I'll upload the 2nd part separately.
OK, with that out of the way. Heechul/Eunhyuk. HyukChul. My bias. Let me show you it.
OF DRUNK HYUNGS AND PIRATES - HEECHUL/EUNHYUK
It is hard to get a bit of alone time when you are an idol with a full schedule and an average of four hours’ sleep everyday. So, when Hyukjae gets a whole week semi free - that is to say a week consisting of afternoon schedules only - he considers it a miracle and takes full advantage.
The first three days, he sleeps in until eleven, blissfully ignoring the loud grumbles of Sungmin at dawn, who has not managed to bag himself the same luxury. But soon after, the appeal of sleeping twelve hours a day wanes and he finds himself craving another luxury that has long been eluding him thanks to his tight schedule: a bit of alone-Hyukjae-time.
He begins staying back at the agency at night after work ends when everyone has left, and takes to haunting the practice rooms. Once, Donghae demands to know why the heck he feels the need to “over-dance” and Jungsu hyung corners him and asks him if everything is OK. He reassures them both that everything is fine. He just wants to be alone.
Jungsu, of course, gives him his space (with a concerned smile) after that. Donghae, on the other hand, atypically pokes around a bit more, prodding him with nosy questions and literally prodding him in the side until he falls to the floor, laughing, and hastily tells his best friend that he just misses dancing alone to his own beat and he likes it when the headquarters are empty at night and would Donghae please just stop with the poking and tickling already?!
And that is how he finds himself dancing his heart out in the practice rooms after midnight, music blaring from the speakers and resonating through the deserted building. He did not lie to Donghae; this is honestly what he wants, at least for these last few days of partial freedom. As much as Hyukjae loves working with the members and choreographing their routines, he has missed this: putting some music on and just dancing. To move with the rhythm without having to concentrate and worry about his next move. Purely going with flow.
He stays back and dances without a worry for the next three nights, stopping only when it feels like his limbs are going to fall out (and once, when Sungmin calls at three in the morning and barks at him to come home and does he know how much of a fright he gave his hyung when he saw that Hyukkie is missing?) Hyukjae doesn’t regret the late nights. He can get enough sleep in the mornings and he treasures his time alone.
Nothing changes on the night before the last day of freedom. He puts on the most upbeat music he can find and drowns himself in the cadence until the door is suddenly thrown open and the last person he expects stumbles in.
Hyukjae stops dead, shocked. ‘Hyung?’
Bleary eyes stare at him a little dazedly through the fringe of dyed brown hair. His mouth forms around the word, ‘Hyukjae ...?’
‘Heechul hyung, what are you doing here?’
The pounding music is so loud that Hyukjae cannot hear himself speak. He hurries to the stereo near the door and has barely turned it off when a pair of arms unexpectedly wrap around his torso. A lean body presses against him from behind.
Hyukjae freezes at once.
‘Hyukkie ah,’ the voice, slightly croaky, sounds right in his ear. ‘You’re still here...?’
A certain reek washes over his nose and suddenly it all makes sense.
‘How much have you had to drink, hyung?’ he asks dryly, relaxing without conscious thought.
‘How much do you think? Heechul murmurs into his hair with a rather slurred laugh.
Considering the clingy hugging, the long fingers stroking his pinned arms and the rather zealous nuzzling that has begun at the nape of his neck, it is obvious that his hyung has had quite a lot to drink.
Hyukjae restrains himself from voicing it aloud, though, and instead asks, discreetly trying to free himself, ‘Why are you here at this time, Heechul hyung?’
Heechul tightens his arms around him and buries his face deeper into Hyukjae’s neck. ‘Might ask ya the same thing, Hyukkie.’
There is a moment of silence and then Hyukjae sighs, resigned. ‘I was dancing,’ he mumbles and gently, but firmly peels the elder’s arms off him. Until you interrupted. He cannot deny that he feels a little resentful towards his hyung for bursting in on him, especially on this last night of alone-Hyukjae-time. Time is precious and already he is wasting so much of it.
‘Mm, I saw you,’ grunts Heechul, finally allowing his dongsaeng to go free. Without the support, he stumbles a little and Hyukjae quickly grabs his arm to steady him. The elder takes the chance to lean on him again and Hyukjae finds himself with an armful of drunken Kim Heechul.
Sighing, Heechul lets his head fall forward so that their foreheads are touching. He closes his eyes briefly.
‘You dance pretty, Hyukjae.’
Hyukjae does not think “pretty” is the correct adjective to describe his dance - or any male oriented dances for that matter - but warmth courses through him at the unexpected words and he lowers his eyes, suddenly feeling a little shy. He does not get complimented by Heechul a whole lot, drunk or sober.
‘Thanks, hyu -’
‘I wish I could dance like you.’
Hyukjae freezes again, this time shaken by the sheer passion Heechul put in that one sentence. Leaning against him, his face is now uncomfortably close to Hyukjae’s. The latter can smell the soju on the other’s breath and he finds himself shrinking under the force of the piercing gaze Heechul is subjecting him to. His dark eyes are intense and unreadable and a whole lot more lucid than they had been a minute ago.
They stay like that for a few seconds, Heechul gazing and Hyukjae steadily growing more and more flustered until finally, the elder lets go and backs away, loudly groaning,
‘Aish, I have such a headache! Mmmf, I think I took a freaking leap and bypassed drunk and went straight to hangover or somethin’.’
Avoiding the other’s eyes, Hyukjae rubs at his arms and is mildly discomfited to discover gooseflesh. ‘Why were you drinking at the agency at this time of night?’ he mumbles for lack of anything better to stay.
Even while drunk, Heechul has not lost his fluency when it comes to sarcasm. ‘Did your brain cells actually dance their way out through your ears or something? Of course I wasn’t drinking here, you idiot. Hongki is leaving for Japan with F.T Island tomorrow. I was treating him to a drink at the bar round the corner.’ Heechul yawns, stretches and promptly loses his balance, ending up on his butt on the floor.
‘But then, I remembered I’d left my - yawn - my wallet in our dressing room; Hongki almost killed me when he had to foot the bill,’ continues Heechul, his words still a little garbled. Looking entirely unembarrassed about his ungraceful fall, he lies back on the wooden floor and looks blearily up at Hyukjae. ‘Then when I get back, I hear music in the dead of night and find you flailing about the place like a thrashing octopus. Or anchovy, rather,’ he adds with a lopsided, insolent grin.
Hyukjae is tempted to point out that only minutes ago Heechul had been praising his dance, but decides against it. Instead, he sits on his haunches beside his K.O-ed hyung and tells him gently to get up.
‘Don’t fall asleep here, hyung. You should go back.’
‘You’re one to talk,’ Heechul retorts and yanks on his arm. With a surprised yelp, Hyukjae ends up on the floor, his side pressed tightly against Heechul.
‘Stay here with me for a while,’ the elder tells him and yawns again.
Hyukjae wiggles around a bit, but Heechul has caught a strong hold of his arm and refuses to release him. It is a little weird, lying together with Heechul on the practice floor, but not entirely unpleasant or awkward. Hyukjae finally gives in and makes himself more comfortable, and Heechul shifts a little and pulls him closer, guiding his head to lie on his shoulder.
Yep, definitely drunk.
They lie without talking for a while, the silence broken only by the sound of their breathing. Hyukjae tries to ignore the stench of alcohol emanating from his hyung and keeps an eye on the clock, counting the seconds and trying to repress his impatience to dance again. Why did Heechul have to walk in on him, drunk, tonight of all nights?
‘Whassamatter, Hyukkie?’
Hyukjae is a little surprised at the question. ‘Nothing.’
‘You’re restless.’
The younger man twists his head to stare up into the other’s face. Heechul is looking down at him impassively, and again, his eyes seem clearer than before.
‘I’m not,’ Hyukjae mumbles, breaking eye contact as he realises that Heechul has caught him staring at the clock. He does not know, but for some reason, the way Heechul is looking at him makes him feel uncomfortable, as if he has done something wrong.
There is a heavy pause. Hyukjae can still feel the other’s eyes on him, like a physical sensation.
‘D’ya dislike it?’
Not for the first time that night, the younger is caught off guard again.
‘Dislike ... what?’
Heechul’s gaze is heavier now and Hyukjae uneasily wonders if he’s been glared at. He still doesn’t dare raise his eyes.
‘This. Us. Me, being here. With you.’
The allegation is so startling and unfounded that Hyukjae jerks up to a sitting position and looks quickly at Heechul, wildly shaking his head.
‘What, no! No, hyung, of course not! Why would I dislike being with you?’ he babbles, stumbling over the words in his rush to get that notion out of Heechul’s head. ‘Why do you even think that?’
Heechul is still lying lazily on the floor, looking expressionlessly at him. ‘You were awfully eager to get me outta here. And you’re disappointed I came.’
‘That’s not tru -!’
‘I mightn’t be able to walk straight, but I ain’t drunk outta my mind, Hyukjae. I can see you, yanno.’
Hyukjae doesn’t know how to reply. Heechul has seen right through him, and yet, he hasn’t. Not really.
When he fails to reply, Heechul pulls himself up with a groan, muttering, ‘Whatever. I was leaving anyway.’
Desperate to save the situation, Hyukjae catches hold of his sleeve. ‘Wait, hyung -’
Heechul shakes him off and stumbles to his feet. ‘I’ll leave ya alone.’
‘Heenim,’ says Hyukjae pleadingly, rising. He takes hold of Heechul’s shoulders, trying to stop him from leaving. ‘It’s not like that at all! Please, really. I like being with you, honestly I do. It’s just that, tonight, just ... just ...’
‘Just what?’ Heechul looks sceptically at him.
‘Just ... it’s the last night I’ll be able to stay up and dance like this. I have full schedules starting the day after tomorrow again. I won’t have time for myself again so soon.’
Heechul gives him a look that plainly screams what the freaking hell are you talking about?
‘I ... I just wanted to dance. By myself, with no one around. That’s all ...’ Hyukjae’s voice trails off and he looks down, embarrassed. He just does not know how to explain it to Heechul, but for some reason, he wants him to understand.
It is apparent from the look on Heechul’s face that he does not understand; not entirely, at least. Nevertheless, he makes a shooing gesture at Hyukjae and says, ‘Well, go dance then. What’s stopping ya?’
The thought of dancing so freely in front of Heechul makes his cheeks fairly burn. This is different from their usual song choreography. This is Hyukjae doing something he loves as a hobby, as a way of relieving stress and calming his nerves, as a way of spending time with himself. This is private and personal. He doesn’t want to do this in front of an audience; especially if that audience is Kim Heechul, around whom he has always been a little bit intimidated, a little bit thrilled ... a little bit shy.
Heechul seems to understand his silence much more than his previous weak explanations.
‘See ya, Hyukkie,’ he says finally, not coldly and actually gives his cheek a pat before making to leave. He has taken no more than three steps before he sways, stumbles and almost falls face first onto the wooden floor. Only Hyukjae’s quick hand at his elbow keeps him on his feet.
As he helps his hyung to steady himself, Hyukjae things that Heechul must be the only one in the world who can drink so much that he can’t walk straight, yet be incredibly coherent at the same time.
‘I’m fine,’ grunts Heechul, trying to pull himself free, but Hyukjae wraps an arm around his shoulder, a little uncertainly at first, and supports his weight.
‘I’ll drive you home, hyung. You can’t drive by yourself like this.’
‘Don’t have to. I’ll just take the bus or somethin’.’
‘You’ll be hard pressed to find one at this time of night.’
Irritated, Heechul looks up, an argument ready on his lips, but his dongsaeng shoots him a firm look and tightens his arm around the other. ‘I’ll take you home, hyung,’ he tells him resolutely.
‘Aish, fine!’ snaps Heechul, grimacing. ‘Just shut up already, will ya? So freakin’ pigheaded. Hell, I have a headache ...’
All the same, he wraps an arm around Hyukjae’s slim waist and leans into him, accepting his support. Hyukjae can’t help but smile, revealing his gums.
tbc
Read PART TWO