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Title: Confessions Arc: Sunkissed (1/?)
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: G
Summary: Super Junior is a very loving band. They love their music, they love their fans and they love each other
A/N: Someone must have done this already
The show Hankyung mentions- ep 1/8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rD3Vj6j_VL
"Sunkissed"
"You know, when you really love someone- You just go for it!" Henry, Gao Bai//SJM
Heechul, Hankyung thought, was kind of like a cat. He watched from the couch as the other man stretched out on the area of carpet that was currently sun-soaked by the late afternoon rays pouring in from the front window.
His red hair shone a fiery bronze on some strands, and even though it was due to the fading hair dye, Hankyung still thought it looked nice. Heechul's eyelashes fluttered against pale skin, bruised a slight lavender from lack of sleep, as he rolled onto his back.
"Stop staring at me." he mumbled, too pleased with the warmth glowing around him to inject his usual amount of attitude into the command. He could feel it tingling in his fingertips, heating the band of flesh that peeked out where his shirt had pulled up. He was sure if he opened his eyes, he'd see dust motes glittering as they swirled down to him.
Hankyung shrugged, almost tempted to make a face at him, just to see if Heechul could sense that too, "I wasn't."
"Liar. I know you were, and don't even think about sticking your tongue out at me, 'cause you know I'll know if you do." Hankyung had to laugh at that, of course he would.
Heechul's smile tilted at its usual impossible angle, eyes still closed he murmured, "Dire consequences, my friend."
He hummed his response, sliding off the couch, moving to lay beside Heechul. The other man rolled onto his side to make room, sighing, "You know I hate sharing..."
Hankyung scooted further into the sun, squinting at the sudden illumination. He stretched out on his stomach, back to the brightness, head pillowed on his crooked arm, "Yeah, but it's me."
He was close enough to catch the faint scent of Heechul, the citrus of his shampoo, the slight sharpness of an expensive cologne, and underneath that the soft, clean smell of sun-warmed skin. He breathed it in deep, appreciating the familiarity.
"You're doing it again." Hankyung felt like he should contest that, but he doubted, 'Not staring, smelling.' would help his argument. Heechul continued, "Either lay here quietly, or go away."
Hankyung smiled into his elbow before he rolled over, knocking Heechul onto his back. He continued until he was directly on top of Heechul. He ended up with his back pressed to Heechul's chest, his head reclining over the other man's shoulder, onto the carpet, sun back in his eyes. He felt Heechul's breath puff against his ear. Just to be obnoxious, he added, "I can be quiet."
He felt an arm come around his waist, a hand fiddled with the hem of his t shirt, "I don't know why I put up with you." Heechul groused, half heartedly.
"That's easy. You like me." as soon as the words left Hankyung's lips, the hand at his waist stilled, hovering over him in shock, "I mean why else would you put up with me?"
Heechul was still breathing, that much he could be sure of, since he could still feel the soft rise and fall of his chest under him. When he spoke, though, it was slightly strained, "You think I like you?"
Hankyung nodded, but before he could open his mouth, Heechul had cut in, his hand dropping down onto Hankyung's stomach, the warmth of it seeping through his shirt, "But-but I hit you. And I make fun of you. And I make you cook for me, and I wake you up early, and steal your shirts, and make you buy me things, and call you names, and yell at you, and- and-"
He reached a hand around to clap over Heechul's mouth, replying calmly, "And if I didn't like you back then I wouldn't tolerate it, would I? Just like you said on that show, remember?"
Heechul vaguely recalled a gameshow in which he'd pointed out that Hankyung takes care of him like he would if they were in a relationship. The host had jokingly asked how Hankyung felt about Heechul, he'd answered in stuttered Korean, "A very good friend." That didn't exactly clear things up for him.
What did, however, was Hankyung twisting around to face him, held up by an arm braced above Heechul's head. He stared at Hankyung for a moment, admiring the peach blush the sun had left across his cheekbones, before warm lips descended on his.
The kiss was sweet, slow and gentle despite the heat. When they separated, Heechul shivered at the way Hankyung's lips dragged slightly rough over his in parting. He flicked his tongue over his now slightly swollen bottom lip, trying to taste more of Hankyung on himself, "So, have we been dating and I just missed it?"
Hankyung threw him a half smile, "Who's the idiot now?"
A loud thump was heard as Heechul flung the other man off of him. He then moved over to straddle him and proceeded to punch him as hard as he could on the shoulder, pulling his ear for good measure.
Hankyung laughed, and struggled under him, "Ow! I love you too!"
Looking up, he saw Heechul, backlit, his hair ablaze with reds and golds, and his skin made to glow with an alluring incandescence. Heechul's eyes were full of something that warmed Hankyung even more than the afternoon sun as he leaned down, lips parted, to kiss him.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: G
Summary: Super Junior is a very loving band. They love their music, they love their fans and they love each other
A/N: Someone must have done this already
The show Hankyung mentions- ep 1/8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rD3Vj6j_VL
"Sunkissed"
"You know, when you really love someone- You just go for it!" Henry, Gao Bai//SJM
Heechul, Hankyung thought, was kind of like a cat. He watched from the couch as the other man stretched out on the area of carpet that was currently sun-soaked by the late afternoon rays pouring in from the front window.
His red hair shone a fiery bronze on some strands, and even though it was due to the fading hair dye, Hankyung still thought it looked nice. Heechul's eyelashes fluttered against pale skin, bruised a slight lavender from lack of sleep, as he rolled onto his back.
"Stop staring at me." he mumbled, too pleased with the warmth glowing around him to inject his usual amount of attitude into the command. He could feel it tingling in his fingertips, heating the band of flesh that peeked out where his shirt had pulled up. He was sure if he opened his eyes, he'd see dust motes glittering as they swirled down to him.
Hankyung shrugged, almost tempted to make a face at him, just to see if Heechul could sense that too, "I wasn't."
"Liar. I know you were, and don't even think about sticking your tongue out at me, 'cause you know I'll know if you do." Hankyung had to laugh at that, of course he would.
Heechul's smile tilted at its usual impossible angle, eyes still closed he murmured, "Dire consequences, my friend."
He hummed his response, sliding off the couch, moving to lay beside Heechul. The other man rolled onto his side to make room, sighing, "You know I hate sharing..."
Hankyung scooted further into the sun, squinting at the sudden illumination. He stretched out on his stomach, back to the brightness, head pillowed on his crooked arm, "Yeah, but it's me."
He was close enough to catch the faint scent of Heechul, the citrus of his shampoo, the slight sharpness of an expensive cologne, and underneath that the soft, clean smell of sun-warmed skin. He breathed it in deep, appreciating the familiarity.
"You're doing it again." Hankyung felt like he should contest that, but he doubted, 'Not staring, smelling.' would help his argument. Heechul continued, "Either lay here quietly, or go away."
Hankyung smiled into his elbow before he rolled over, knocking Heechul onto his back. He continued until he was directly on top of Heechul. He ended up with his back pressed to Heechul's chest, his head reclining over the other man's shoulder, onto the carpet, sun back in his eyes. He felt Heechul's breath puff against his ear. Just to be obnoxious, he added, "I can be quiet."
He felt an arm come around his waist, a hand fiddled with the hem of his t shirt, "I don't know why I put up with you." Heechul groused, half heartedly.
"That's easy. You like me." as soon as the words left Hankyung's lips, the hand at his waist stilled, hovering over him in shock, "I mean why else would you put up with me?"
Heechul was still breathing, that much he could be sure of, since he could still feel the soft rise and fall of his chest under him. When he spoke, though, it was slightly strained, "You think I like you?"
Hankyung nodded, but before he could open his mouth, Heechul had cut in, his hand dropping down onto Hankyung's stomach, the warmth of it seeping through his shirt, "But-but I hit you. And I make fun of you. And I make you cook for me, and I wake you up early, and steal your shirts, and make you buy me things, and call you names, and yell at you, and- and-"
He reached a hand around to clap over Heechul's mouth, replying calmly, "And if I didn't like you back then I wouldn't tolerate it, would I? Just like you said on that show, remember?"
Heechul vaguely recalled a gameshow in which he'd pointed out that Hankyung takes care of him like he would if they were in a relationship. The host had jokingly asked how Hankyung felt about Heechul, he'd answered in stuttered Korean, "A very good friend." That didn't exactly clear things up for him.
What did, however, was Hankyung twisting around to face him, held up by an arm braced above Heechul's head. He stared at Hankyung for a moment, admiring the peach blush the sun had left across his cheekbones, before warm lips descended on his.
The kiss was sweet, slow and gentle despite the heat. When they separated, Heechul shivered at the way Hankyung's lips dragged slightly rough over his in parting. He flicked his tongue over his now slightly swollen bottom lip, trying to taste more of Hankyung on himself, "So, have we been dating and I just missed it?"
Hankyung threw him a half smile, "Who's the idiot now?"
A loud thump was heard as Heechul flung the other man off of him. He then moved over to straddle him and proceeded to punch him as hard as he could on the shoulder, pulling his ear for good measure.
Hankyung laughed, and struggled under him, "Ow! I love you too!"
Looking up, he saw Heechul, backlit, his hair ablaze with reds and golds, and his skin made to glow with an alluring incandescence. Heechul's eyes were full of something that warmed Hankyung even more than the afternoon sun as he leaned down, lips parted, to kiss him.