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rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Kibum/Heechul
summary: You hated him at first.
comments: for zeehondpunk for her birthday.
You hated him at first. You told yourself it was because he was rude, thought he had the right to talk to you, thought he knew you when he didn’t, and that made you angry.
Now though, now you think you hated him then because really you were jealous of him; even then he always had this air of maturity around him, was confident and attractive with a smile that everyone fell in love with. He had this quiet kind of charm that everyone liked; nothing at all like you, loud-mouthed and bluntly honest.
He isn’t anything like you, and maybe that’s why you hated him. Hated, because you don’t hate him anymore. Maybe it was that smile, despite your coldness towards him, he never failed to smile at you. Or maybe it was his persistence in becoming your friend; you like people that don’t give in so easily. Or maybe it was just because you wanted to hate him, because you didn’t want to let yourself like him.
You don’t know anyone else has come into the room until you feel someone else sit down beside you on the couch; you don’t need to ask who it is though, because an arm slides itself around your waist and you can smell his cologne already. He shuffles closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder; you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.
“What are you looking so serious about?” he asks you, peering curiously up into your face.
“Just thinking.”
“About?” Three of his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, brushing lightly over your skin; they’re cool and they make you shiver, just a little; in a good way.
You decide to be honest. “You.”
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye; a slight smile curves your lips, he’s blushing, a little. You love being able to make him blush.
“Oh.” His fingers rub slow, useless patterns over your skin, and you find yourself enjoying the sensation, enjoying his closeness. “Good things, I hope,” he says a moment later, an attempt to rid himself of his blush and make a joke out of it.
But you’re not going to let him off so easily, you never do.
You place a hand on his thigh, fingers squeezing slightly, suggestively. “Oh no, bad thoughts. The worst thoughts,” you whisper, lowering your voice. You turn your head to look at him, loving the little wide-eyed look he’s giving you.
You laugh at him then, because he’s just too cute sometimes and you can’t help yourself.
“You’re just a tease,” he tells you, trying to sound stern, but failing completely, because there’s a smile trying to tug at his lips.
“Why yes, I am,” you say seriously, before a smile breaks out across your own face. You can’t help it, you’ve never been able to help it, you can’t really look at him without smiling, and maybe that’s really why you hated him, back then, because no matter what, no matter what kind of mood you were in or wanted to be in, he always managed to make you smile.
You don’t hate it anymore, though, you love it, and you’re pretty sure you love him, and you’re definitely sure he loves you too, and this is the way you like it.
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rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Kibum/Heechul
summary: You hated him at first.
comments: for zeehondpunk for her birthday.
You hated him at first. You told yourself it was because he was rude, thought he had the right to talk to you, thought he knew you when he didn’t, and that made you angry.
Now though, now you think you hated him then because really you were jealous of him; even then he always had this air of maturity around him, was confident and attractive with a smile that everyone fell in love with. He had this quiet kind of charm that everyone liked; nothing at all like you, loud-mouthed and bluntly honest.
He isn’t anything like you, and maybe that’s why you hated him. Hated, because you don’t hate him anymore. Maybe it was that smile, despite your coldness towards him, he never failed to smile at you. Or maybe it was his persistence in becoming your friend; you like people that don’t give in so easily. Or maybe it was just because you wanted to hate him, because you didn’t want to let yourself like him.
You don’t know anyone else has come into the room until you feel someone else sit down beside you on the couch; you don’t need to ask who it is though, because an arm slides itself around your waist and you can smell his cologne already. He shuffles closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder; you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.
“What are you looking so serious about?” he asks you, peering curiously up into your face.
“Just thinking.”
“About?” Three of his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, brushing lightly over your skin; they’re cool and they make you shiver, just a little; in a good way.
You decide to be honest. “You.”
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye; a slight smile curves your lips, he’s blushing, a little. You love being able to make him blush.
“Oh.” His fingers rub slow, useless patterns over your skin, and you find yourself enjoying the sensation, enjoying his closeness. “Good things, I hope,” he says a moment later, an attempt to rid himself of his blush and make a joke out of it.
But you’re not going to let him off so easily, you never do.
You place a hand on his thigh, fingers squeezing slightly, suggestively. “Oh no, bad thoughts. The worst thoughts,” you whisper, lowering your voice. You turn your head to look at him, loving the little wide-eyed look he’s giving you.
You laugh at him then, because he’s just too cute sometimes and you can’t help yourself.
“You’re just a tease,” he tells you, trying to sound stern, but failing completely, because there’s a smile trying to tug at his lips.
“Why yes, I am,” you say seriously, before a smile breaks out across your own face. You can’t help it, you’ve never been able to help it, you can’t really look at him without smiling, and maybe that’s really why you hated him, back then, because no matter what, no matter what kind of mood you were in or wanted to be in, he always managed to make you smile.
You don’t hate it anymore, though, you love it, and you’re pretty sure you love him, and you’re definitely sure he loves you too, and this is the way you like it.
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