pick-up lines
(it's really lame.)
super junior | pg | hankyung/heechul | ~960 words
"Nǐ xiāngxìn yíjiànzhōngqíng ma? Huòzhě wǒ gāi zàicì cóng nǐ shēnbiān zǒu guò?"
Heechul stumbles, surprised, at the foreign language that's right next to his ear. "What the fuck?"
Hankyung is terribly drunk, which is a first for all of them. Kyuhyun hears, the evil maknae he is, and he turns around to smirk at Heechul as he sits, stunned, with Hankyung's head on his shoulder.
"What the hell did he just say?" he demands from the doll-eyed boy, who just laughs at him. His attention is temporarily diverted as both Sungmin and Donghae start tugging on his sleeve, desperate for his attention, and Hankyung whispers garbled Chinese in his ear.
"It's just a stupid pick-up line, hyung," Kyuhyun drawls before Donghae pulls on his hair. He winces, but seems like he's used to their puppy-like behaviour. "Though I never thought that Hankyung-hyung would use it on you-Sungmin-hyung, your hands-hands!" Heechul snickers slightly as Kyuhyun's voice goes high-pitched at the end, like it usually does when he's out of his comfort zone.
"Jesus Christ, I'm the one supposed to be drunk," Heechul says, pushing away Hankyung. They were celebrating Leeteuk's twenty-sixth birthday, and of course it would be filled with soju and laughs all around the table at their dorm. Even Henry and Zhou Mi were there, sitting side by side with a glass of Sprite in each of their hands.
Heechul doesn't want to drink right now-he hasn't wanted to for the whole month, actually. Sometime about the buzz of not being in a hangover was addicting to him, but Hankyung-quiet, calm, precise Hankyung with his tinkling laughter and easy eyes-was now hanging all over him. Not like Heechul didn't enjoy the attention-or the skinship.
"Hankyung," Heechul started, pushing the other up, "We're taking you back to the room. You're fucking wasted."
"Sihuaan." Hankyung mumbled. In a slightly thicker than usual accent, he murmured in Korean, "I think Sihuan drops soju in punch bowl."
Heechul thought back the accident that happened a half-hour earlier, and decided that it was a good enough guess. No wonder Hankyung was so far gone; he wouldn't usually be like this. Or mess up on his Korean.
"Xi Che," Hankyung bubbles. "Xi Che, Xi Che! Mouth feels weird. Stomach too." Heechul, whose used to Hankyung sometimes calling him by his supposed 'Chinese name', just sighed.
"You'll be fine," he snapped. "Now go sleep before you throw up on me. I didn't wear good clothes today to get 'em dirty."
Hankyung stumbles into bed, and Heechul rolls his eyes as the man stays there, lopsided, his face against the pillow mat. He walks over just to see Hankyung roll over and grab Heechul's wrist, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of his wrist.
"Nǐ zhème piàoliang." he says somberly. "Wǒ xǐhuan nǐ de zuǐchún."
"Fucking-" Heechul almost slaps himself in frustration. Maybe he should take a drink too. "Hankyung! Do you want me to call Kangin?"
But Hankyung, even in his daze and semi-conscious state, smiles and tugs Heechul forward, murmuring in his ear in a hoarse and throaty breath, "Wǒ rènwéi wǒmen yīnggāi fēnxiǎng zhège chuáng."
Something about those words sound tingly and electric, and Heechul keeps them in stark memory as he stumbles back when Hankyung lets go of his wrist. He rubs it for a while, feeling too hot for his own good, and then glances at Hankyung to see that the Chinese man is in a deep, drunken sleep.
The next morning, when he asks Kyuhyun what those words mean and he gets and snicker and a smirk in return, he doesn't stop blushing around Hankyung for the whole day (and neither does Hankyung, because apparently, Kyuhyun has a perfect memory and relayed everything to the Chinese man as well). Heechul does promise morosely to himself that he's never letting Hankyung drink again.
Chinese lesson! For envybleedsgreen, who wants me to teach her Mandarin, for some odd reason.
A few notes, guys: there are four tones in Mandarin, and in pinyin (one of the official romanizations for Chinese) it can be shown with these signs:
1st - mā - high and level.
2nd - má - starts at a medium tone, then rises.
3rd - mà - starts high, then falls sharp and strong to the bottom
4th - mǎ - starts low, dips down, then rises
neutral - flat, with no emphasis
There are more complicated ones, but I guess I'll go into that later. Here are the phrases in Mandarin that I used (maybe you can go use them in Beijing to pick up guys, Emily, lol.)
"Nǐ xiāngxìn yíjiànzhōngqíng ma? Huòzhě wǒ gāi zàicì cóng nǐ shēnbiān zǒu guò?" - "Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?"
"Nǐ zhème piàoliang." - "You're really pretty/beautiful."
"Wǒ xǐhuan nǐ de zuǐchún." - "I like your lips."
"Wǒ rènwéi wǒmen yīnggāi fēnxiǎng zhège chuáng." - "I think that we should share this bed." (in...a provocative way.)
...-cough-. Yeah. Uh...fail. /flail