and then there were three
and then there were three
Heechul/Hankyung, Heechul/Henry … Hankyung/Heechul/Henry
R, love/romance, angst?, heavily implied sex
Hankyung is the only one who might possibly understand Heechul. But Henry just makes everything more confusing.
(1616 words)
A/N: This was supposed to be HanChul only, with maybe something else in the background, like HyukChul or HanHyuk, but then Henry jumped in about halfway through this and he wouldn't leave. My mind cannot comprehend this fic-it makes next to no sense. I think I just wanted some Chulry and HanChul at the same time. So I made an ot3. Oh, and it was originally being written to Yellowcard’s ‘Only One’ but then things started to change. I don't even know what this is now, seriously.
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They’re up until way past midnight, when the stars shine at their greatest intensity, just because they can. In their hands are chopsticks and Chinese food that Hankyung hadn’t made-he was so unbelievably tired by the time anyone was asking for a meal, so they ordered out.
Heechul makes Hankyung jump when he slinks an arm around the Chinaman’s shoulders. Noodles splatter against the wood floor of their room, and Heechul snickers into the near darkness. Hankyung watches how the evening light from outside makes shadows to the right of Heechul’s sly grin, and while he’s still chewing rice, he kisses Hankyung on the mouth.
It’s disgusting and beautiful at the same time. When they pull apart, Hankyung has a pea and a grain of rice under his tongue and he leaves to get something to clean up his spilled food. He tries to hide his smile in the dark, but Heechul has night vision for things like this.
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Hankyung finds out one day that he’s Heechul's antidote. He discovers the other man in a corner, eyes red and maybe a little wet, with Heebum in his lap. Heechul strokes the cat as if he’s on some kind of mindless tangent. And maybe he is.
Unsure, Hankyung crouches down in front of him. He lets his arm do everything when it leads his hand to the planes of Heechul’s pretty face to touch the tears away. And it works. It takes time, but it works, and the tint of intense color underneath his eyes fades away into his normal creamy skin color, like magic shot out of Hankyung’s fingertips.
“Thanks,” Heechul doesn’t smile, or squeeze his hand, but his palm is draped on top of Hankyung’s. “I was pretty broken up before you showed your face.”
“What was wrong?” he props himself up against the wall and pats Heebum when the slinky feline creature climbs out of his owner's lap and into Hankyung’s.
Heechul wrinkles his nose at his cat and folds his knees against his chest. “Everything and nothing at the same time,” he pauses, but Hankyung knows that Heechul doesn’t want him to say anything yet. “I make so much sense I just want to cry sometimes.”
“You already took care of that.”
“Shut up.”
Hankyung smiles and pats Heebum’s smooth head; scratches under the cat’s ears.
Heechul falls asleep with his head against Hankyung’s warm shoulder, to Heebum’s purring and Chinese lullabies that replay in his head. The ones that Henry taught him over the phone because Heechul was too embarrassed to ask Hankyung himself-and Heechul could never figure out what caused it.
Sometimes Hankyung makes him feel like he’s spilled his secrets all over the floor-like noodles after midnight.
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“No one really gets me,” Heechul says, mouth full of toast. “Except you.”
Hankyung is either too tired or too shocked to give a complete response, so he grunts and sips his coffee, pretending to stare at the newspaper splayed out in front of him. In all actuality, he’s listening to Heechul's breathing.
He reaches over the table and touches Heechul’s skin-the skin on the back of his hand, then he trails his fingers up past his wrist. They do this over the table, and Hankyung is practically reaching, until he hears a familiar padding of steps over tiled floors. He pulls his hand back before anyone sees, and Heechul hides behind a slice of burnt bread like it’s a mask.
“Good morning!” the English is unmistakably Henry’s, bright and early and adorable. It almost contrasts with the Chinese maknae’s growing maturity, and sometimes Hankyung wants to cry from how much his little protegé has changed since they met.
Henry plops down next to Heechul and lets the older man put his arms all around him, over him. It’s kind of endearing, yet strange when Heechul holds his crappy self-made breakfast-he was too tired to care how it came out-towards the younger of the two. Henry chomps on it and when little dark crumbs show up on his bottom lip, Heechul wipes them away with his thumb, and Hankyung feels something curl up inside his chest and boil there for a while.
It doesn’t simmer or settle until he leaves the room, muttering something about how he needs to go find Eunhyuk.
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“Henry has nice legs,” Heechul muses one evening in the bathroom when he’s brushing his hair. A gentle mutter of one of those songs in English that Henry listens to floats in between them. The youngest is only on the other side of the door inside their hotel room, probably doing something innocent like emailing friends and of course, listening to music.
Hankyung feels that something curling up in his chest again, but he pushes it away and tries to ask himself why he let this rooming arrangement happen. It’d be much easier to dodge the sickening feeling if their third person could be Siwon. Sure, nothing’s wrong with Henry, nothing’s wrong until Heechul starts gushing about him more than Hankyung does on Chinese turf.
“And so do you, of course,” Heechul kisses the side of Hankyung’s face. “I was just saying, is all.”
“Alright,” Hankyung wants to hit himself. Is that all he can get out?
“Would it bother you if I told you that I kissed him in between songs tonight?”
The world pauses, and for a second, Hankyung really does see everything turn still, but it doesn’t last long. But he shakes his head. “No. Not really.”
“Good. Because I did,” Heechul puts down his brush and slinks his skinny limbs around Hankyung’s tired shoulders. “It’d be much more fun playing with Henry if you're around next time. He does have a monster of a crush on you, after all.”
Hankyung laughs it off. “He does not.”
A raised eyebrow comes from Heechul before he removes his arms slowly, making sure to drag his fingertips dangerously close to Hankyung’s nipples, and he even blows hot air against his ear for dramatic effect. It’s all cinematic, and the next scene playing in Hankyung’s mind is the part where he kisses Henry hard enough to draw blood and Heechul touches-
He stops himself before the rest of the images flip across his imagination. It all feels so real, though. It could all happen. They’re alone in a hotel room-might as well have some fun?
Hankyung pinches the bridge of his nose and tries not to pay attention to the persuading caresses of Heechul’s voice through the bathroom door after the princess has already left him in front of the mirror.
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Hankyung wakes up Henry after he’s long drifted to sleep, but the big boys are still awake-playtime hasn't finished yet-with a gentle hand to the youngest’s shoulder.
“Ge?”
“Shh,” Heechul looms over him and presses his lovely lips to Henry’s cheek, dragging them along until he reaches his actual lips. Hankyung lets himself be possessed by something he can’t exactly control, and he runs his fingers underneath Heechul's shirt. He catches Henry off guard when he nibbles his collarbone, and suddenly the boy is no longer weighed down by drowsiness.
He lets them do what they want. He lets Hankyung slip away his tank top and be dominated by his leader’s lips while Heechul pulls down his pajama pants, slowly and steadily. He doesn’t ask why they’re doing this. Fumbling around, he discovers a little glimmer of control when he takes the waistband of Hankyung’s pants and tugs at them, but he doesn’t get very far before he’s straddled and he immediately stops what he’s doing. Heechul dives down and attacks his neck, extracting little moans while Hankyung touches Heechul anywhere and everywhere, neglecting Henry just long enough for the youngest to whine under Heechul’s open mouth.
But he doesn't squirm. He just lets them do what they want, and he rides every bit along with him, biting back moans that are too loud when Hankyung touches him in all the right places that he’s only imagined, never thought of actually happening.
When it’s all over, and Henry’s backside aches from being pounded into, he falls asleep with Hankyung’s arm over his sweaty shoulders and Heechul’s hands threading through his hair. And every moment morphs into a dream.
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Hankyung doesn’t really know if he can believe that last night hadn’t happen in a dream sequence. He wakes up in the morning, naked and with one of his arms around a body that can’t belong to Heechul-it feels different. There’s more muscle, yet still a good amount of softness.
He rotates to face what’s next to him, and he sees Henry slowly opening his eyes, turned towards Heechul, also as naked as Hankyung.
For a while, they just exchange gazes, blank gazes, while Heechul still seems to be sound asleep.
“Did we really…?” Henry pulls up one of his knees.
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t-?”
“A dream? No.”
More staring, exchanging blank gazes, until something spreads over Henry’s face-a laugh? It bubbles up from within, caging itself within his throat, until he finally lets it all out. And before Hankyung knows it, they’re laughing so hard their sides hurt.
“Good morning to you, too,” Heechul sits up slowly, his arms wrapping around Henry’s waist from behind, head resting on the younger boy’s shoulder.
Henry squirms and hides his blushing face in the other direction, and Hankyung can’t seem to stop smiling. Heechul pinches Henry’s cheeks and scoffs at the red shade in them. He says how it’s too late to blush now-since he’s been deflowered and all-and it only makes the shade deeper.
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Um. Hi. It makes no sense.
I have a confession. This can be blamed on me watching Henry's solo 'Sick of Love' because after I watched it was when Henry jumped into the fic and then suddenly Heechul was saying how nice Henry's legs are (when I watch the performance, I have a hard time not looking at his legs…idek what's wrong with me) and then Heechul kissed him backstage, and then Heechul was telling Hankyung and there was an ot3 created from it.
That's the story.
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Heechul/Hankyung, Heechul/Henry … Hankyung/Heechul/Henry
R, love/romance, angst?, heavily implied sex
Hankyung is the only one who might possibly understand Heechul. But Henry just makes everything more confusing.
(1616 words)
A/N: This was supposed to be HanChul only, with maybe something else in the background, like HyukChul or HanHyuk, but then Henry jumped in about halfway through this and he wouldn't leave. My mind cannot comprehend this fic-it makes next to no sense. I think I just wanted some Chulry and HanChul at the same time. So I made an ot3. Oh, and it was originally being written to Yellowcard’s ‘Only One’ but then things started to change. I don't even know what this is now, seriously.
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They’re up until way past midnight, when the stars shine at their greatest intensity, just because they can. In their hands are chopsticks and Chinese food that Hankyung hadn’t made-he was so unbelievably tired by the time anyone was asking for a meal, so they ordered out.
Heechul makes Hankyung jump when he slinks an arm around the Chinaman’s shoulders. Noodles splatter against the wood floor of their room, and Heechul snickers into the near darkness. Hankyung watches how the evening light from outside makes shadows to the right of Heechul’s sly grin, and while he’s still chewing rice, he kisses Hankyung on the mouth.
It’s disgusting and beautiful at the same time. When they pull apart, Hankyung has a pea and a grain of rice under his tongue and he leaves to get something to clean up his spilled food. He tries to hide his smile in the dark, but Heechul has night vision for things like this.
-
Hankyung finds out one day that he’s Heechul's antidote. He discovers the other man in a corner, eyes red and maybe a little wet, with Heebum in his lap. Heechul strokes the cat as if he’s on some kind of mindless tangent. And maybe he is.
Unsure, Hankyung crouches down in front of him. He lets his arm do everything when it leads his hand to the planes of Heechul’s pretty face to touch the tears away. And it works. It takes time, but it works, and the tint of intense color underneath his eyes fades away into his normal creamy skin color, like magic shot out of Hankyung’s fingertips.
“Thanks,” Heechul doesn’t smile, or squeeze his hand, but his palm is draped on top of Hankyung’s. “I was pretty broken up before you showed your face.”
“What was wrong?” he props himself up against the wall and pats Heebum when the slinky feline creature climbs out of his owner's lap and into Hankyung’s.
Heechul wrinkles his nose at his cat and folds his knees against his chest. “Everything and nothing at the same time,” he pauses, but Hankyung knows that Heechul doesn’t want him to say anything yet. “I make so much sense I just want to cry sometimes.”
“You already took care of that.”
“Shut up.”
Hankyung smiles and pats Heebum’s smooth head; scratches under the cat’s ears.
Heechul falls asleep with his head against Hankyung’s warm shoulder, to Heebum’s purring and Chinese lullabies that replay in his head. The ones that Henry taught him over the phone because Heechul was too embarrassed to ask Hankyung himself-and Heechul could never figure out what caused it.
Sometimes Hankyung makes him feel like he’s spilled his secrets all over the floor-like noodles after midnight.
-
“No one really gets me,” Heechul says, mouth full of toast. “Except you.”
Hankyung is either too tired or too shocked to give a complete response, so he grunts and sips his coffee, pretending to stare at the newspaper splayed out in front of him. In all actuality, he’s listening to Heechul's breathing.
He reaches over the table and touches Heechul’s skin-the skin on the back of his hand, then he trails his fingers up past his wrist. They do this over the table, and Hankyung is practically reaching, until he hears a familiar padding of steps over tiled floors. He pulls his hand back before anyone sees, and Heechul hides behind a slice of burnt bread like it’s a mask.
“Good morning!” the English is unmistakably Henry’s, bright and early and adorable. It almost contrasts with the Chinese maknae’s growing maturity, and sometimes Hankyung wants to cry from how much his little protegé has changed since they met.
Henry plops down next to Heechul and lets the older man put his arms all around him, over him. It’s kind of endearing, yet strange when Heechul holds his crappy self-made breakfast-he was too tired to care how it came out-towards the younger of the two. Henry chomps on it and when little dark crumbs show up on his bottom lip, Heechul wipes them away with his thumb, and Hankyung feels something curl up inside his chest and boil there for a while.
It doesn’t simmer or settle until he leaves the room, muttering something about how he needs to go find Eunhyuk.
-
“Henry has nice legs,” Heechul muses one evening in the bathroom when he’s brushing his hair. A gentle mutter of one of those songs in English that Henry listens to floats in between them. The youngest is only on the other side of the door inside their hotel room, probably doing something innocent like emailing friends and of course, listening to music.
Hankyung feels that something curling up in his chest again, but he pushes it away and tries to ask himself why he let this rooming arrangement happen. It’d be much easier to dodge the sickening feeling if their third person could be Siwon. Sure, nothing’s wrong with Henry, nothing’s wrong until Heechul starts gushing about him more than Hankyung does on Chinese turf.
“And so do you, of course,” Heechul kisses the side of Hankyung’s face. “I was just saying, is all.”
“Alright,” Hankyung wants to hit himself. Is that all he can get out?
“Would it bother you if I told you that I kissed him in between songs tonight?”
The world pauses, and for a second, Hankyung really does see everything turn still, but it doesn’t last long. But he shakes his head. “No. Not really.”
“Good. Because I did,” Heechul puts down his brush and slinks his skinny limbs around Hankyung’s tired shoulders. “It’d be much more fun playing with Henry if you're around next time. He does have a monster of a crush on you, after all.”
Hankyung laughs it off. “He does not.”
A raised eyebrow comes from Heechul before he removes his arms slowly, making sure to drag his fingertips dangerously close to Hankyung’s nipples, and he even blows hot air against his ear for dramatic effect. It’s all cinematic, and the next scene playing in Hankyung’s mind is the part where he kisses Henry hard enough to draw blood and Heechul touches-
He stops himself before the rest of the images flip across his imagination. It all feels so real, though. It could all happen. They’re alone in a hotel room-might as well have some fun?
Hankyung pinches the bridge of his nose and tries not to pay attention to the persuading caresses of Heechul’s voice through the bathroom door after the princess has already left him in front of the mirror.
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Hankyung wakes up Henry after he’s long drifted to sleep, but the big boys are still awake-playtime hasn't finished yet-with a gentle hand to the youngest’s shoulder.
“Ge?”
“Shh,” Heechul looms over him and presses his lovely lips to Henry’s cheek, dragging them along until he reaches his actual lips. Hankyung lets himself be possessed by something he can’t exactly control, and he runs his fingers underneath Heechul's shirt. He catches Henry off guard when he nibbles his collarbone, and suddenly the boy is no longer weighed down by drowsiness.
He lets them do what they want. He lets Hankyung slip away his tank top and be dominated by his leader’s lips while Heechul pulls down his pajama pants, slowly and steadily. He doesn’t ask why they’re doing this. Fumbling around, he discovers a little glimmer of control when he takes the waistband of Hankyung’s pants and tugs at them, but he doesn’t get very far before he’s straddled and he immediately stops what he’s doing. Heechul dives down and attacks his neck, extracting little moans while Hankyung touches Heechul anywhere and everywhere, neglecting Henry just long enough for the youngest to whine under Heechul’s open mouth.
But he doesn't squirm. He just lets them do what they want, and he rides every bit along with him, biting back moans that are too loud when Hankyung touches him in all the right places that he’s only imagined, never thought of actually happening.
When it’s all over, and Henry’s backside aches from being pounded into, he falls asleep with Hankyung’s arm over his sweaty shoulders and Heechul’s hands threading through his hair. And every moment morphs into a dream.
-
Hankyung doesn’t really know if he can believe that last night hadn’t happen in a dream sequence. He wakes up in the morning, naked and with one of his arms around a body that can’t belong to Heechul-it feels different. There’s more muscle, yet still a good amount of softness.
He rotates to face what’s next to him, and he sees Henry slowly opening his eyes, turned towards Heechul, also as naked as Hankyung.
For a while, they just exchange gazes, blank gazes, while Heechul still seems to be sound asleep.
“Did we really…?” Henry pulls up one of his knees.
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t-?”
“A dream? No.”
More staring, exchanging blank gazes, until something spreads over Henry’s face-a laugh? It bubbles up from within, caging itself within his throat, until he finally lets it all out. And before Hankyung knows it, they’re laughing so hard their sides hurt.
“Good morning to you, too,” Heechul sits up slowly, his arms wrapping around Henry’s waist from behind, head resting on the younger boy’s shoulder.
Henry squirms and hides his blushing face in the other direction, and Hankyung can’t seem to stop smiling. Heechul pinches Henry’s cheeks and scoffs at the red shade in them. He says how it’s too late to blush now-since he’s been deflowered and all-and it only makes the shade deeper.
//…
Um. Hi. It makes no sense.
I have a confession. This can be blamed on me watching Henry's solo 'Sick of Love' because after I watched it was when Henry jumped into the fic and then suddenly Heechul was saying how nice Henry's legs are (when I watch the performance, I have a hard time not looking at his legs…idek what's wrong with me) and then Heechul kissed him backstage, and then Heechul was telling Hankyung and there was an ot3 created from it.
That's the story.
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