I'm the princess, that's why
Title: I’m the princess, that’s why
Pairing: Hanchul, Onkey (SHINee), sidecharacter!Sungmin
Word count: 2256 words
Summary: It’s freezing cold where they are and Heechul is convinced that it’s the perfect time to go for a great escape. On the other hand, Onew’s praying that Key doesn’t kill him.
A/N: I submitted this for shining_minds's oneslot!contest, so I'm re-posting this in my personal journal.
“What the fuck, Heechul.” A pile of snow fell onto his nose. He brushed it away casually and shook his head. His nose was bright red. “Why the fuck did you bring me out here when it’s -10°C?”
“I brought you along with me because I can, Hankyung.” Heechul was trudging through the thick layer of snow with great difficulty, although he was obviously managing it better than Hankyung.
“I want to go home.” Hankyung whined. Usually, it was Heechul who whined more, but then again, Hankyung picked up a lot of bad habits from Heechul.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s going to be fun!”
“But Heechul, I -”
“Okay, fine. Since you’re so reluctant to, then we shall play a game. The winner gets to decide.”
*
They sat by a long stretch of road leading out of the city that they had come out from. The objective of the game, as Heechul explained, was to count the number of red and blue cars. Hankyung would count the blue ones while Heechul counted the red ones. If there were more red cars after an hour, then Heechul would win. If it was the other way round, then Hankyung would win.
“It’s that simple?” Hankyung was surprised because Heechul’s games were never that simple, ever. Hankyung was positive that Heechul had some tricks up his sleeve.
“Yes!” Heechul exclaimed.
They started the game and Hankyung was determined not to fall asleep, because if he did, he would let Heechul win the game by default. And that would really suck, because it would mean that he had to cater to Heechul’s every whim (and it would be a lot, mind you) for god knows how long.
After fifty-five minutes, Hankyung gave up. “There isn’t a single car passing us, Heechul. It’s only, what?” He checked his watch, “3.30am - wait, what? 3.30am?”
“Oh my god, are you stupid or what. Yes, it’s 3.30am.”
“Heechul! Why did you force me to come out so late? Now I totally need an explanation. I don’t even know why we are here, and where the hell are we? Plus it’s fucking freezing, Heechul, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Look, I don’t owe you any explanation whatsoever, so I don’t see the - I WIN!” Heechul started jumping up and down with joy, pulling Hankyung along with him. Suddenly, Hankyung wasn’t cold anymore.
“But how did you - I thought - That’s cheating!”
“That totally counts.” He pointed to his very own car, a red antique that looked like it was going to fall apart any second, but Heechul didn’t care because he simply found it pretty. It was from his grandfather’s collection of old cars, which Heechul often boasted about, and Hankyung just didn’t get it, because it wasn’t even his.
“So you’ve been plotting this all along. To think I thought it was going to be this easy.” Hankyung pouted, not even half as good as how Heechul did it and couldn’t even be compared to Sungmin’s.
“It’s too bad, Hankyung. I still win anyway, so we’re going my way. I call shotgun!” And he ran towards his car.
Sighing, Hankyung trailed shortly behind Heechul, who was probably mocking his stupidity now. “I don’t even know where we’re going, Heechul. How can you make me drive?”
*
They stopped by at a petrol kiosk to ask for directions. It turned out that Heechul didn’t know where they were going either.
“Seriously, Heechul? At least find out where the place is before going on a great escape next time, will you?”
“Don’t tell me what to do. I didn’t see you finding any information beforehand either.”
Hankyung opened his mouth to say something and then closed it slowly. He didn’t know what to say. After all, he was supposed to be the innocent one. The one who was disturbed from his sleep, and dragged far away from home by someone who didn’t even know where he was taking him.
“Don’t ever question me. I am always right.” With that, Hankyung seemed to shy away; that aura of confidence around Heechul was something that Hankyung had always admired. It was something that Hankyung didn’t seem to have. It was something that Hankyung loved about Heechul.
*
“No, Key, I do not want to be involved in this.” Onew told her. No, scratch that, he was already begging her. Key’s ideas never went well with Onew. They always seemed to involve something dangerous and Onew was never good at those kinds of stuff.
“Please, oppa? Please?” Key pouted almost manipulatively. Onew recognized the way she would flutter her lovely eyelashes and say it in her most sing-song tone ever. And more often than not, Onew would get tricked by her (he never learned) and get dragged on yet another one of her crazy adventures.
This, of course, was what happened this time round.
Onew found himself seated beside Key in her hot pink convertible, in the blistering cold (it was -10°C, for fuck’s sake). He didn’t even know why he was there in the first place. And yet, he couldn’t help the smile that spread over his lips as he watched Key sing along to an SNSD song.
“I’m excited. Are you?” Key asked him, before returning to singing along to Gee on the radio. Onew snorted in response.
“You can’t sing,” he blurted out, earning himself a (not-so) small punch from his girlfriend. He screamed as the car veered dangerously to the side.
“Shut up! You didn’t answer my question - are you excited?”
“Uh, actually, I don’t even know where we’re going.” Onew blushed, thankful that he was still alive. He definitely didn’t want to disappoint Key by telling her what he really thought, but he was never much of a liar. Besides, getting Key mad was the worst thing that could happen to him. She was normally such a sweet girl, but unpredictable.
“Oh, right,” Key rolled her eyes.
Onew prayed that Key loved him too much to kill him.
*
Finally, Hankyung and Heechul arrived at their destination.
“A ski resort?” Hankyung asked.
“Are you blind? Of course it’s a ski resort.” Heechul got off his car and instructed Hankyung to carry his bags over to the reception.
“Kim Heechul. I booked a room here.” Heechul told the receptionist, who could only smile at Hankyung when she saw him lug all the baggage in.
Heechul pushed his shades (which were really unnecessary in this kind of weather) into his hair when they entered their room. “Come on, put the things down and let’s go.” Heechul told Hankyung, who had just barely stepped into the room.
Heechul led Hankyung to ski resort’s central atrium, where a giant stage stood. It was a beauty pageant, Hankyung soon realized, and something told him that Heechul wanted in.
“Please don’t tell me that you’re joining it,” Hankyung begged.
“Look at this face,” Heechul pointed at his own face. “This is a very pretty face, baby. So how can I not join it? How can I be so selfish and not share my beauty with the world?”
Hankyung rolled his eyes.
“I mean, can you deny the fact that I’m pretty? No.” Heechul covered his mouth with his hand and giggled. I’m so pretty; I’m so pretty, he repeated to himself.
It was the truth, though. Hankyung could never deny that Heechul was pretty. Heechul was the prettiest boy he had ever seen, perhaps even prettier than most girls. It was quite hard for anyone to deny this. Heechul would probably win every single prize in this beauty pageant, but there was one tiny problem. “But this pageant is for girls, and Heechul, no matter how pretty you are, you aren’t a girl.”
“Who says I’m not a girl?” And Hankyung found himself standing outside the dressing room of one of the department stores found in the ski resort. Heechul stepped out, wearing a pale pink woolen coat, matched with women jeans. Hankyung was amazed.
“You’re really pretty,” he stuttered. Even as a boy, Heechul was stunning, but as a girl, he was just so damn gorgeous.
“Thank you,” Heechul replied and stood in front of the mirror. He admired himself for a couple of seconds before exclaiming, “You’re right, I am really pretty!”
*
“Oh my god, Key, you stand no chance.” Onew said the moment they entered the dressing room.
“You are the world’s worst boyfriend, I swear.” She laughed it off, because she was just that kind of person, confident about her looks and attitude and everything else in between.
Onew smiled. Key was the only girl who was willing to take a second look at him in high school; he really ought not to complain. He wasn’t very attractive (Average, he nodded to himself in the mirror), wasn’t good in sports. In fact, he was just the opposite of that; clumsy. But they had been best friends ever since.
They walked to the end of the room and Key was just about to put her bag down on the dressing table when a voice came from behind them. “Stop right there.”
“Get away from my dressing table, you bitch.” The girl from behind called out.
“Who says it’s yours? Whore.” Key retorted; she never had it in her to be lady-like.
“I said that it’s mine.”
“Oh please, I don’t even know your name.”
“Kim Heechul. And now I need yours for a proper duel.”
“Key, Kim Key.”
“What type of name is that?”
“The almighty one, duh,” Key muttered as she finally relented, due to Onew’s almost-desperate tugging at her sleeve.
*
“Oh my god, I hate that bitch. Someone needs to go and kill her right now.” Heechul complained to Hankyung at the dressing table.
“But you got the dressing table, be happy.”
“How can I be happy when I have been humiliated in front of everyone? You’re no help, go away.” Heechul pushed Hankyung away and Hankyung couldn’t care less. He just moved away.
When he turned around to check on Heechul, he was stage-crying (not again?) and saying something akin to you don’t care about me anymore and Hankyung didn’t know what else to do except to run back and hug him tight. He didn’t understand Heechul at times. And yet, Heechul was the one who knew him best.
*
“Onew, you have to help me. Say yes!”
“What is it first?” Key often had a lot of requests and some of them were pretty much impossible.
Like the next one, for example.
“Kill that bitch for me, will you? Kim Heechul, was it?”
And Onew was still praying that Key loved him too much to kill him.
*
“Hey, you were also dragged here?” Hankyung asked as he stood beside the young man from before.
“Yeah,” the young man sighed, “but how’d know?”
“It happened to me too.”
“I’m Onew. Nice to meet you,” he introduced as he held out a hand, “my girlfriend wants me to kill your girlfriend.”
“Hankyung; nice to meet you too,” he replied, although he choked a little when Onew called Heechul his ‘girlfriend’.
Onew seemed like he was praying or something, and Hankyung could only hope that he had been too distracted to notice Hankyung’s suspicious behaviour.
*
A few hours later, Heechul was wearing the winner’s tiara. It was encrusted with over a hundred crystals and Hankyung finally understood why Heechul would go through so much trouble to get here. Heechul knew that he would win anyway, so why not give it a shot?
“Hey,” Hankyung called Heechul, who was too busy taking pictures with his new fans, “did you know that this would be broadcasted on national television?”
“Hooray?” Heechul barely managed to answer because he was surrounded by people trying to have his autograph or something, and they were suffocating him, for god’s sake.
“You have any idea what your parents are going to think?”
(“Hey, is that our son? In girl clothes? On national television?” Heechul’s mother called for her husband. His mouth fell wide open when he saw the footage.
“What was he thinking? Now how are we going to explain this to our friends and relatives?” His father was raging. Actually, not really, because he spent the past 26 years of his life looking at Heechul and thinking that his son would do so much better if he was born a girl.
Heechul’s younger and more adorable brother, Sungmin, entered the living room and saw his brother on television. “Pffft, I can do this much better than he can!” Sungmin was convinced that he could be a better girl than his brother, just because he was more adorable and just maybe, more of a slut.
Their mother just shook her head.)
*
“I didn’t win,” Key was close to tears.
“You got second; that’s great, babe,” Onew replied, tired from the long drive to the ski resort. (Key had only driven for half an hour before insisting that Onew drove.)
“Still!” Key whined a little.
Onew turned to look at the upset girl and smiled a little, motioning for her to follow him off the stage. As he was walking down the steps, he felt Key’s hands on his back, trembling just slightly. Instinctively, his arms reached backwards, landing on either side of Key’s hips.
Key’s hands travelled down his arms, and she seemed like a child, almost vulnerable. That was when Onew knew for sure;
Key did love him too much to kill him.
Pairing: Hanchul, Onkey (SHINee), sidecharacter!Sungmin
Word count: 2256 words
Summary: It’s freezing cold where they are and Heechul is convinced that it’s the perfect time to go for a great escape. On the other hand, Onew’s praying that Key doesn’t kill him.
A/N: I submitted this for shining_minds's oneslot!contest, so I'm re-posting this in my personal journal.
“What the fuck, Heechul.” A pile of snow fell onto his nose. He brushed it away casually and shook his head. His nose was bright red. “Why the fuck did you bring me out here when it’s -10°C?”
“I brought you along with me because I can, Hankyung.” Heechul was trudging through the thick layer of snow with great difficulty, although he was obviously managing it better than Hankyung.
“I want to go home.” Hankyung whined. Usually, it was Heechul who whined more, but then again, Hankyung picked up a lot of bad habits from Heechul.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s going to be fun!”
“But Heechul, I -”
“Okay, fine. Since you’re so reluctant to, then we shall play a game. The winner gets to decide.”
*
They sat by a long stretch of road leading out of the city that they had come out from. The objective of the game, as Heechul explained, was to count the number of red and blue cars. Hankyung would count the blue ones while Heechul counted the red ones. If there were more red cars after an hour, then Heechul would win. If it was the other way round, then Hankyung would win.
“It’s that simple?” Hankyung was surprised because Heechul’s games were never that simple, ever. Hankyung was positive that Heechul had some tricks up his sleeve.
“Yes!” Heechul exclaimed.
They started the game and Hankyung was determined not to fall asleep, because if he did, he would let Heechul win the game by default. And that would really suck, because it would mean that he had to cater to Heechul’s every whim (and it would be a lot, mind you) for god knows how long.
After fifty-five minutes, Hankyung gave up. “There isn’t a single car passing us, Heechul. It’s only, what?” He checked his watch, “3.30am - wait, what? 3.30am?”
“Oh my god, are you stupid or what. Yes, it’s 3.30am.”
“Heechul! Why did you force me to come out so late? Now I totally need an explanation. I don’t even know why we are here, and where the hell are we? Plus it’s fucking freezing, Heechul, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Look, I don’t owe you any explanation whatsoever, so I don’t see the - I WIN!” Heechul started jumping up and down with joy, pulling Hankyung along with him. Suddenly, Hankyung wasn’t cold anymore.
“But how did you - I thought - That’s cheating!”
“That totally counts.” He pointed to his very own car, a red antique that looked like it was going to fall apart any second, but Heechul didn’t care because he simply found it pretty. It was from his grandfather’s collection of old cars, which Heechul often boasted about, and Hankyung just didn’t get it, because it wasn’t even his.
“So you’ve been plotting this all along. To think I thought it was going to be this easy.” Hankyung pouted, not even half as good as how Heechul did it and couldn’t even be compared to Sungmin’s.
“It’s too bad, Hankyung. I still win anyway, so we’re going my way. I call shotgun!” And he ran towards his car.
Sighing, Hankyung trailed shortly behind Heechul, who was probably mocking his stupidity now. “I don’t even know where we’re going, Heechul. How can you make me drive?”
*
They stopped by at a petrol kiosk to ask for directions. It turned out that Heechul didn’t know where they were going either.
“Seriously, Heechul? At least find out where the place is before going on a great escape next time, will you?”
“Don’t tell me what to do. I didn’t see you finding any information beforehand either.”
Hankyung opened his mouth to say something and then closed it slowly. He didn’t know what to say. After all, he was supposed to be the innocent one. The one who was disturbed from his sleep, and dragged far away from home by someone who didn’t even know where he was taking him.
“Don’t ever question me. I am always right.” With that, Hankyung seemed to shy away; that aura of confidence around Heechul was something that Hankyung had always admired. It was something that Hankyung didn’t seem to have. It was something that Hankyung loved about Heechul.
*
“No, Key, I do not want to be involved in this.” Onew told her. No, scratch that, he was already begging her. Key’s ideas never went well with Onew. They always seemed to involve something dangerous and Onew was never good at those kinds of stuff.
“Please, oppa? Please?” Key pouted almost manipulatively. Onew recognized the way she would flutter her lovely eyelashes and say it in her most sing-song tone ever. And more often than not, Onew would get tricked by her (he never learned) and get dragged on yet another one of her crazy adventures.
This, of course, was what happened this time round.
Onew found himself seated beside Key in her hot pink convertible, in the blistering cold (it was -10°C, for fuck’s sake). He didn’t even know why he was there in the first place. And yet, he couldn’t help the smile that spread over his lips as he watched Key sing along to an SNSD song.
“I’m excited. Are you?” Key asked him, before returning to singing along to Gee on the radio. Onew snorted in response.
“You can’t sing,” he blurted out, earning himself a (not-so) small punch from his girlfriend. He screamed as the car veered dangerously to the side.
“Shut up! You didn’t answer my question - are you excited?”
“Uh, actually, I don’t even know where we’re going.” Onew blushed, thankful that he was still alive. He definitely didn’t want to disappoint Key by telling her what he really thought, but he was never much of a liar. Besides, getting Key mad was the worst thing that could happen to him. She was normally such a sweet girl, but unpredictable.
“Oh, right,” Key rolled her eyes.
Onew prayed that Key loved him too much to kill him.
*
Finally, Hankyung and Heechul arrived at their destination.
“A ski resort?” Hankyung asked.
“Are you blind? Of course it’s a ski resort.” Heechul got off his car and instructed Hankyung to carry his bags over to the reception.
“Kim Heechul. I booked a room here.” Heechul told the receptionist, who could only smile at Hankyung when she saw him lug all the baggage in.
Heechul pushed his shades (which were really unnecessary in this kind of weather) into his hair when they entered their room. “Come on, put the things down and let’s go.” Heechul told Hankyung, who had just barely stepped into the room.
Heechul led Hankyung to ski resort’s central atrium, where a giant stage stood. It was a beauty pageant, Hankyung soon realized, and something told him that Heechul wanted in.
“Please don’t tell me that you’re joining it,” Hankyung begged.
“Look at this face,” Heechul pointed at his own face. “This is a very pretty face, baby. So how can I not join it? How can I be so selfish and not share my beauty with the world?”
Hankyung rolled his eyes.
“I mean, can you deny the fact that I’m pretty? No.” Heechul covered his mouth with his hand and giggled. I’m so pretty; I’m so pretty, he repeated to himself.
It was the truth, though. Hankyung could never deny that Heechul was pretty. Heechul was the prettiest boy he had ever seen, perhaps even prettier than most girls. It was quite hard for anyone to deny this. Heechul would probably win every single prize in this beauty pageant, but there was one tiny problem. “But this pageant is for girls, and Heechul, no matter how pretty you are, you aren’t a girl.”
“Who says I’m not a girl?” And Hankyung found himself standing outside the dressing room of one of the department stores found in the ski resort. Heechul stepped out, wearing a pale pink woolen coat, matched with women jeans. Hankyung was amazed.
“You’re really pretty,” he stuttered. Even as a boy, Heechul was stunning, but as a girl, he was just so damn gorgeous.
“Thank you,” Heechul replied and stood in front of the mirror. He admired himself for a couple of seconds before exclaiming, “You’re right, I am really pretty!”
*
“Oh my god, Key, you stand no chance.” Onew said the moment they entered the dressing room.
“You are the world’s worst boyfriend, I swear.” She laughed it off, because she was just that kind of person, confident about her looks and attitude and everything else in between.
Onew smiled. Key was the only girl who was willing to take a second look at him in high school; he really ought not to complain. He wasn’t very attractive (Average, he nodded to himself in the mirror), wasn’t good in sports. In fact, he was just the opposite of that; clumsy. But they had been best friends ever since.
They walked to the end of the room and Key was just about to put her bag down on the dressing table when a voice came from behind them. “Stop right there.”
“Get away from my dressing table, you bitch.” The girl from behind called out.
“Who says it’s yours? Whore.” Key retorted; she never had it in her to be lady-like.
“I said that it’s mine.”
“Oh please, I don’t even know your name.”
“Kim Heechul. And now I need yours for a proper duel.”
“Key, Kim Key.”
“What type of name is that?”
“The almighty one, duh,” Key muttered as she finally relented, due to Onew’s almost-desperate tugging at her sleeve.
*
“Oh my god, I hate that bitch. Someone needs to go and kill her right now.” Heechul complained to Hankyung at the dressing table.
“But you got the dressing table, be happy.”
“How can I be happy when I have been humiliated in front of everyone? You’re no help, go away.” Heechul pushed Hankyung away and Hankyung couldn’t care less. He just moved away.
When he turned around to check on Heechul, he was stage-crying (not again?) and saying something akin to you don’t care about me anymore and Hankyung didn’t know what else to do except to run back and hug him tight. He didn’t understand Heechul at times. And yet, Heechul was the one who knew him best.
*
“Onew, you have to help me. Say yes!”
“What is it first?” Key often had a lot of requests and some of them were pretty much impossible.
Like the next one, for example.
“Kill that bitch for me, will you? Kim Heechul, was it?”
And Onew was still praying that Key loved him too much to kill him.
*
“Hey, you were also dragged here?” Hankyung asked as he stood beside the young man from before.
“Yeah,” the young man sighed, “but how’d know?”
“It happened to me too.”
“I’m Onew. Nice to meet you,” he introduced as he held out a hand, “my girlfriend wants me to kill your girlfriend.”
“Hankyung; nice to meet you too,” he replied, although he choked a little when Onew called Heechul his ‘girlfriend’.
Onew seemed like he was praying or something, and Hankyung could only hope that he had been too distracted to notice Hankyung’s suspicious behaviour.
*
A few hours later, Heechul was wearing the winner’s tiara. It was encrusted with over a hundred crystals and Hankyung finally understood why Heechul would go through so much trouble to get here. Heechul knew that he would win anyway, so why not give it a shot?
“Hey,” Hankyung called Heechul, who was too busy taking pictures with his new fans, “did you know that this would be broadcasted on national television?”
“Hooray?” Heechul barely managed to answer because he was surrounded by people trying to have his autograph or something, and they were suffocating him, for god’s sake.
“You have any idea what your parents are going to think?”
(“Hey, is that our son? In girl clothes? On national television?” Heechul’s mother called for her husband. His mouth fell wide open when he saw the footage.
“What was he thinking? Now how are we going to explain this to our friends and relatives?” His father was raging. Actually, not really, because he spent the past 26 years of his life looking at Heechul and thinking that his son would do so much better if he was born a girl.
Heechul’s younger and more adorable brother, Sungmin, entered the living room and saw his brother on television. “Pffft, I can do this much better than he can!” Sungmin was convinced that he could be a better girl than his brother, just because he was more adorable and just maybe, more of a slut.
Their mother just shook her head.)
*
“I didn’t win,” Key was close to tears.
“You got second; that’s great, babe,” Onew replied, tired from the long drive to the ski resort. (Key had only driven for half an hour before insisting that Onew drove.)
“Still!” Key whined a little.
Onew turned to look at the upset girl and smiled a little, motioning for her to follow him off the stage. As he was walking down the steps, he felt Key’s hands on his back, trembling just slightly. Instinctively, his arms reached backwards, landing on either side of Key’s hips.
Key’s hands travelled down his arms, and she seemed like a child, almost vulnerable. That was when Onew knew for sure;
Key did love him too much to kill him.