In Repair
Title: Things Behind the Sun (There is a Light That Never Goes Out)
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Hanchul
Summary: drabble; if you use them too often, words start to lose their meaning
A/N: both written with blahnicity just because it's been a while
Hankyung likes Heechul. Right down to his toes, down to the way he curls them when he stretches, pressing Hankyung back into the couch with a sigh that might mean they have to get up now or will probably be lounging there for the next three hours with the remote too far away to save them from love triangles and game show buzzers and the heat pressed between their bodies too delicate to allow either of them to reach for it.
Heechul likes the way Hankyung leans into his touch and the way he shifts his body until the tips of his hair or his fingers are touching Heechul, the way he does it even if they're filming for a show, the way Hankyung makes him noodles and agrees with him when he knows Heechul is lying through his teeth about the pain that sinks deep in his muscle and his bone.
Hankyung glances at the plastic containers of ramen and half empty bottles of juice at the foot of the couch, guessing it's only a matter of time before someone finds some way to knock them over. He really should pick those up. But that would require moving, and Heechul's just reached around and curled a hand in his hair and Hankyung can feel the way the muscles in his back relax with every exhale. He doesn't once think about touching the little, orange plastic container that sits beside them, Heechul's name printed neatly on the label alongside a couple warnings that Hankyung feels Heechul really does not respect.
Heechul's eyes are soft and sleepy, and he looks relaxed in the way that makes Hankyung's heart beat quicker and flutter in his chest. He turns his head to the side and brushes a kiss over the inside of Heechul's wrist, and Heechul smiles, drowsily, the smile that Hankyung likes best when they're in bed with their noses touching and eyes crossing. His fingers slide down Heechul's flank gently, and rest just below his ribcage. Heechul shifts lightly in his lap, and tightens up suddenly, sucking in a breath. Hankyung pretends not to see it, Heechul feels a flash of gratitude. He tilts his head to kiss Hankyung over his shoulder, to avoid saying all the things that gather at the tip of his tongue.
Title: Half the Perfect World
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Hanchul
Summary: drabble; a careless love
It's in those hours right after late at night and right before early in the morning, and the streets are silent and dark and it feels like they're the only two people in the world, Hankyung and Heechul stumbling down the unevenly paved sidewalk. THe cold has washed away most of Hankyung's buzz, but Heechul is still weaving in a loose semblence of a straight line, and Hankyung moves to link their fingers and steady him.
Heechul's hand tightens around Hankyung's momentarily before he swings wide and pulls at their grip, stumbling towards the street, "C'mon."
Hankyung doesn't bother checking for cars, just walks blindly off the curb. Sort of caught up in the way the flashing red stoplight washes color over Heechul, Hankyung thinks he looks improbably vibrant.
The light enhances the sharp red of Heechul's hair, and the tips look like flickers of flame against his dark shirt. He turns to smile at Hankyung, and he loves the way the blonde of Hankyung's hair reflects back red, like even the universe wants them to match and be in sync. Heechul is wearing a shirt he stole from Hankyung's wardrobe earlier, and sometimes when he moves he can smell Hankyung, the scent of his soap and cologne, and the light spiciness that gathers in the hollow of his throat and the dips of his hipbones.
The double yellow line disappears under the toes of Hankyung's heavy boots as Heechul tugs him along, humming a song that has too many minor chords for the way their hands are swinging back and forth.
"We could go until the end."
"We could." Hankyung agrees, careful not to step on the back of Heechul's shoes. Eeteuk would not be happy if they were returned with scuffs.
Heechul throws a lopsided grin over his shoulder, the wind pushing strands of hair across his cheekbone, "We could make a run for it."
"I don't really think--" Hankyung starts to say, but it ends up cut off as Heechul launches himself forward, nearly tripping over himself, and Hankyung sprints down the street next to him with their hands linked and their boots crunching over ice and salt. Heechul is laughing his crazy cackling laugh, the one with his head thrown back and his gums showing, and Hankyung wants the pain in his side and the wind cutting across his face to last forever.
They have to stop finally, and Heechul smacks his hand onto the brick wall, grinning, as Hankyung gasps and pants for breath, smiling up at him. Hankyung peers down the street.
"I think we passed our turn," he says absently, and reaches for Heechul's hand. Heechul doesn't take it, because Heechul is too busy looking at Hankyung.
Heechul likes the way Hankyung looks out of breath, because it reminds him of other times Hankyung is out of breath. His smile turns leering. Hankyung catches sight of Heechul's face and his breath catches. He licks his lips nervously.
"It's too cold." he tries, at the same time his mind wanders to thoughts of how it would feel to trace his tongue over the goosebumps rising on Heechul's collarbone, to kiss him and see their breath puff out in excited gasps when the open press of their lips doesn't quite match up.
Heechul laughs, a silvery noise that draws a shiver out of Hankyung as he tugs him closer by the scruff of his sweatshirt. Hankyung pushes him against the wall and kisses him lightly, because it's dark and cold outside, and he just ran down a street for no reason except Heechul asked him too, and Heechul's fingers are cold on his wrists but his mouth is warm. When Heechul pulls away Hankyung's eyes are smiling.
"Let's go home," Heechul says, and Hankyung nods, swinging their hands and tugging gently when Heechul starts to wander off in the wrong direction. Heechul is half humming half singing the nursery rhyme his sister used to sing when she was nervous during thunderstorms, and Hankyung likes the way his voice rises and falls, and the way it stumbles when his toes catch on the ground and he has to steady him.
If he had to choose, he might say what he likes the absolute best is that even though it's one degree Celsius and they're sort of drunk and tomorrow's likely going to be an eighteen hour day, Heechul still circles his thumb over the inside of Hankyung's palm, stepping back onto the neon washed sidewalk and dragging Hankyung through a dizzy spin as they turn left at the pawn shop. He might also say that it's the moment when he pulls Heechul against his chest, helping him into a slow turn, two, three, and realises they've managed to find the long way home.
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Hanchul
Summary: drabble; if you use them too often, words start to lose their meaning
A/N: both written with blahnicity just because it's been a while
Hankyung likes Heechul. Right down to his toes, down to the way he curls them when he stretches, pressing Hankyung back into the couch with a sigh that might mean they have to get up now or will probably be lounging there for the next three hours with the remote too far away to save them from love triangles and game show buzzers and the heat pressed between their bodies too delicate to allow either of them to reach for it.
Heechul likes the way Hankyung leans into his touch and the way he shifts his body until the tips of his hair or his fingers are touching Heechul, the way he does it even if they're filming for a show, the way Hankyung makes him noodles and agrees with him when he knows Heechul is lying through his teeth about the pain that sinks deep in his muscle and his bone.
Hankyung glances at the plastic containers of ramen and half empty bottles of juice at the foot of the couch, guessing it's only a matter of time before someone finds some way to knock them over. He really should pick those up. But that would require moving, and Heechul's just reached around and curled a hand in his hair and Hankyung can feel the way the muscles in his back relax with every exhale. He doesn't once think about touching the little, orange plastic container that sits beside them, Heechul's name printed neatly on the label alongside a couple warnings that Hankyung feels Heechul really does not respect.
Heechul's eyes are soft and sleepy, and he looks relaxed in the way that makes Hankyung's heart beat quicker and flutter in his chest. He turns his head to the side and brushes a kiss over the inside of Heechul's wrist, and Heechul smiles, drowsily, the smile that Hankyung likes best when they're in bed with their noses touching and eyes crossing. His fingers slide down Heechul's flank gently, and rest just below his ribcage. Heechul shifts lightly in his lap, and tightens up suddenly, sucking in a breath. Hankyung pretends not to see it, Heechul feels a flash of gratitude. He tilts his head to kiss Hankyung over his shoulder, to avoid saying all the things that gather at the tip of his tongue.
Title: Half the Perfect World
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: G
Pairing: Hanchul
Summary: drabble; a careless love
It's in those hours right after late at night and right before early in the morning, and the streets are silent and dark and it feels like they're the only two people in the world, Hankyung and Heechul stumbling down the unevenly paved sidewalk. THe cold has washed away most of Hankyung's buzz, but Heechul is still weaving in a loose semblence of a straight line, and Hankyung moves to link their fingers and steady him.
Heechul's hand tightens around Hankyung's momentarily before he swings wide and pulls at their grip, stumbling towards the street, "C'mon."
Hankyung doesn't bother checking for cars, just walks blindly off the curb. Sort of caught up in the way the flashing red stoplight washes color over Heechul, Hankyung thinks he looks improbably vibrant.
The light enhances the sharp red of Heechul's hair, and the tips look like flickers of flame against his dark shirt. He turns to smile at Hankyung, and he loves the way the blonde of Hankyung's hair reflects back red, like even the universe wants them to match and be in sync. Heechul is wearing a shirt he stole from Hankyung's wardrobe earlier, and sometimes when he moves he can smell Hankyung, the scent of his soap and cologne, and the light spiciness that gathers in the hollow of his throat and the dips of his hipbones.
The double yellow line disappears under the toes of Hankyung's heavy boots as Heechul tugs him along, humming a song that has too many minor chords for the way their hands are swinging back and forth.
"We could go until the end."
"We could." Hankyung agrees, careful not to step on the back of Heechul's shoes. Eeteuk would not be happy if they were returned with scuffs.
Heechul throws a lopsided grin over his shoulder, the wind pushing strands of hair across his cheekbone, "We could make a run for it."
"I don't really think--" Hankyung starts to say, but it ends up cut off as Heechul launches himself forward, nearly tripping over himself, and Hankyung sprints down the street next to him with their hands linked and their boots crunching over ice and salt. Heechul is laughing his crazy cackling laugh, the one with his head thrown back and his gums showing, and Hankyung wants the pain in his side and the wind cutting across his face to last forever.
They have to stop finally, and Heechul smacks his hand onto the brick wall, grinning, as Hankyung gasps and pants for breath, smiling up at him. Hankyung peers down the street.
"I think we passed our turn," he says absently, and reaches for Heechul's hand. Heechul doesn't take it, because Heechul is too busy looking at Hankyung.
Heechul likes the way Hankyung looks out of breath, because it reminds him of other times Hankyung is out of breath. His smile turns leering. Hankyung catches sight of Heechul's face and his breath catches. He licks his lips nervously.
"It's too cold." he tries, at the same time his mind wanders to thoughts of how it would feel to trace his tongue over the goosebumps rising on Heechul's collarbone, to kiss him and see their breath puff out in excited gasps when the open press of their lips doesn't quite match up.
Heechul laughs, a silvery noise that draws a shiver out of Hankyung as he tugs him closer by the scruff of his sweatshirt. Hankyung pushes him against the wall and kisses him lightly, because it's dark and cold outside, and he just ran down a street for no reason except Heechul asked him too, and Heechul's fingers are cold on his wrists but his mouth is warm. When Heechul pulls away Hankyung's eyes are smiling.
"Let's go home," Heechul says, and Hankyung nods, swinging their hands and tugging gently when Heechul starts to wander off in the wrong direction. Heechul is half humming half singing the nursery rhyme his sister used to sing when she was nervous during thunderstorms, and Hankyung likes the way his voice rises and falls, and the way it stumbles when his toes catch on the ground and he has to steady him.
If he had to choose, he might say what he likes the absolute best is that even though it's one degree Celsius and they're sort of drunk and tomorrow's likely going to be an eighteen hour day, Heechul still circles his thumb over the inside of Hankyung's palm, stepping back onto the neon washed sidewalk and dragging Hankyung through a dizzy spin as they turn left at the pawn shop. He might also say that it's the moment when he pulls Heechul against his chest, helping him into a slow turn, two, three, and realises they've managed to find the long way home.