shinhwa fanfic
Title: Untitled
Rating: Pg-13
Fandom:Shinhwa
Genre:Romance
Pair: Ricdy!! (Ack)
Summery: Typical storyline. Andy has feelings for his fellow shinhwa member, Eric. Having trouble being comfortable around him.
Note: I hate the Ricdy pairing, known as Andy and Eric. I find Any unattractive at everything, but I decided to try a fic to maybe curing my andy dislikeness...nope didn't work, but the Ricdy fans liked it. (why? :P)
Eric opened the door to his trailer, thinking that his stylist and make up artist would be in there, but to his surprise they weren’t present. Instead he found Andy sitting down in his seat with his slightly lowered. Eric paused and then smiled.
“Andy, what are you doing here?” he asked. He shut the door behind him, still grinning.
Andy’s head shot up in an instant. He stared at Eric’s reflection in the mirror in front of him. He was ready to say something, but his mouth wouldn’t open, he was tongue tide. He was tongue tide because Eric looked so handsome to him right now.
Eric furrowed his brows. “What? Do I look bad or something?” Quickly Eric looked down on his clothes searching for anything out of the ordinary. Andy cleared hi throat.
“No…No…you don’t look bad…” he yelped. He turned around in his seat. “Y-you look great.” After saying the last line, he immediately felt himself grow hot. He looked away. Aggravated at his behavior, Andy cursed himself. For the past couple of months his attraction for Eric Mun had grown deeper and fonder. Never would he have thought in a million years that the guy he looked up too, the one he called his older brother, would suddenly look more than that to him.
Eric sighed. “Don’t scare me like that, man.”
He was now standing next to Andy who was still seated. “I just finished an incredibly difficult hard scene. You should have seen me missing the lines. Luckily for me the director called Lunch, so I can study my script more.” Eric leaned against the counter with his elbows, where the entire make up tools were on.
“So it’s lunch time?” Andy asked.
Eric nodded and then his eyes were focused on Andy. He never realized Andy’s beet red face. “Yea. We should eat some where.”
Andy nodded. “Oh where to?”
Eric eyes were now focused on the door. “I dunno. I want Chinese.”
“Okay.” Andy stood up, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the seat. “Let’s go.”
Eric yawned. “While you’re full of energy. I’m almost jealous.”
Andy laughed. “Don’t worry, after you’re done this show, everything will be back to normal.”
Eric smiled and brushed his hand against Andy’s arm affectionately. “When I’m with you everything’s normal and I like it that way.”
Andy’s heart sped up.
Eric saw the nervous look on his friend’s face. “What?”
Andy shook his head feverishly. “Nothing.”
“Huh? Andy are you okay?”
Andy nodded and pulled open the door. He had to get out of there before he did something completely insane.
Eric and I are always affectionate towards each other, but now, everything he says or does feel lovey dovey now.
“You know Andy. You’ve been acting strange. Is it the schedule? I mean we can always slow down.” Eric said loudly during the car ride to the Chinese eatery.
Andy was staring out the window, busy wrestling with thoughts.
I love Eric. I always loved him. Since the day we formed shinhwa, I loved him like a brother and now everything’s changed. Me and my dumb feelings!!
Andy wanted to cry but he didn’t want to do it in front of Eric. He knew Eric wouldn’t mind. Like all the other times Eric would give him a great big hug, but Andy was afraid of that. He didn’t want Eric to notice his infatuation with him. It was too soon, especially when Eric was seeing someone.
“After I film the last shoot, I want you to come to my place okay?” Eric took a quick glance at Andy who was still looking out the window.
“Your place…” Andy said.
“Yeah, so we can just chill. It’s been a while you know. I miss you.”
Andy squeezed his eyes shut. Everything tingled inside. He wanted Eric so bad.
Why is he being so cute all of a sudden? He thought
“Say something.” Eric was impatient now. Andy was barely talking.
“I miss you too.” He wanted to say more, but he kept his mouth shut.
Satisfied Eric said, “That’s better.”
Eric got out his shower and wrapped a white towel around his dripping wet waist. He snatched up another towel and dried his soaked black hair with it.
He exited his bathroom and saw that Andy was in his bedroom. Andy spotted Eric and almost dropped whatever he was holding. He was frozen stiff. He stared at Eric’s glistening wet toned upper body.
“Oh Andy. What’s up?” Eric thought nothing of it. Well he kind of did. Andy seeing him like this, in his bedroom was rather awkward.
Andy whirled around. “You should a told me you were in the shower!”
Eric gawked. “Why are you so hype?”
Andy sighed. “I’m leaving!” He made his escape, leaving the door wide open.
Eric stood there thinking what the hell just happened.
“Eric why is your refrigerator empty?” Andy called from the kitchen.
Eric was properly dressed now, in a red silk buttoned shirt, which was half opened. Black slacks with no pockets, and some white socks on his feet. He was in his living room flipping through a music magazine.
“You’ve been in the kitchen for an hour Andy. We just had Chinese food, you’re still hungry?” Eric responded not looking up at all.
“What’s wrong with being in the kitchen!?”
“Andy…”
“What?”
“Come here?”
“Why?”
“Cause I said so.”
“Why?”
“This is my house. I want to some to the living room and sit with me.”
“Erm, why?”
Eric suddenly closed the magazine. He was getting frustrated with Andy acting strange and avoiding him. He missed Andy and all he got so far was distance. He wanted to know what the deal was. So he did his puppy dog routine, the act that the ladies love him for.
“Andy?” he said in a small voice. It was filled with sadness. “You don’t love me anymore?”
“Huh?”
“I missed you. I haven’t seen you in days and this is what I get?”
“Oh it’s not that.”
“I invite you to my house. I demand you to play with me!”
Andy finally stepped out the kitchen and into the living room. Eric straightened up excited.
“I’m sorry.” Andy mumbled like a little kid.
“Andy, what’s bothering you?” Eric became serious.
Andy hesitated for a very long time. Eric patiently waited.
“Eric, I’m sleepy. Can I tell you…later?”
‘So there is a problem.’ Thought Eric sadly. He frowned and looked over at the coffee table.
Andy saw Eric’s perplexed expression and felt bothered by it immediately.
Andy was now in the shower. Eric was in his bedroom, in the same clothes, but lost the shirt. He was lying on his bed on his back, staring up at his cell. He was skimming through his missed phone calls.
“What should I do…What should I do…” he repeated over and over again.
In the other room, he could hear the shower water stop running. He stopped what he was doing, lowered his arm and listened to Andy’s ditzy ness. He chuckled softly when he heard his group mate trip and fall.
After a few minutes, Eric’s door creaked opened.
“I guess, I’m in the guest room.” Andy spoke quietly. He stepped in, only half way. He wasn’t planning on talking to Eric long. He was curious to why Eric wasn’t asleep. By this time, he expected him to be asleep. All he was doing now was gazing up at the ceiling.
In a stern whisper Eric said, “Andy, wait a minute.”
Andy blinked.
Eric sat up on his bed and took a deep breath.
“Eric.”
“Don’t try to hide it. I know what you think about me.”
Andy almost choked on his saliva.
Eric turned his head and glared at Andy. “Do you honestly hate me that much?”
Andy almost gasped at that question and immediately wanted to hug Eric right away. Never would he have thought that his actions were read as hatred. He loved Eric with all his might. He just didn’t want to get too close.
He trembled slightly. “No…I don’t hate you.” His voice cracked at the end. A lump formed in his throat. He was trying so hard to hold back. So hard not to yell out his declaration of love to his partner.
Eric silently stood up and shuffled towards Andy. Without thought he closed the door behind him and pushed the younger man up against the door gently. He intently looked into his watery brown eyes. His breathing became ragged. Their faces were so close, that the warmth of each others breath caressed their faces completely.
Andy could smell the scent of the peppermint mouth wash that Eric had used a while ago. He closed his eyes, as he became in trance. Surprisingly his right hand lingered towards Eric’s hips and caressed it. Eric’s breath caught in his throat and he felt Andy’s grip. He swallowed hard. Andy’s face was so vulnerable at the moment. His eyes were closed. He seemed in a moment of bliss. His lips appeared like they were protruding out towards him, telling him to kiss them.
Eric tilted his head and moved in, closing the gap between them and kissing his bottom before taking Andy’s whole mouth into his. His hands took Andy by the midsection and forced him closer to him as he deeply ravished his lips. The pressure made the tears roll out of Andy’s eyes and down his face. Eric could taste the salt from them as he kissed Andy.
Andy, not used to this kind of intensified make out session, tried to pull away for air, but Eric wasn’t having it and forced his tongue inside of the others mouth. Before Andy knew it, his body was being dragged towards the bed. He was pushed down on it and before he could speak, Eric was nibbling and sucking on his neck. Andy gasped. His body felt hot and tingly again.
“Uhn…Eric…”
Eric stopped what he was doing and stared down at Andy who was slightly disheveled, but relieved.
“I…”
Eric shushed him with a quick kiss to the lips. He smiled. “I know.”
“You have a girlfriend.” Andy said out of fear. He didn’t want his first time with Eric to feel dirty. He never liked cheaters anyway.
Eric laughed. “I’m not with her anymore.” Lowering his voice, he added, “Besides I was always in love with you.”
“Really?”
“Duh.”
“Really?” Andy wrapped his arms around Eric’s neck. “You don’t know how happy you just made me.” Andy pulled him down and their lips met again, slower, more sensual and passionate.
Rating: Pg-13
Fandom:Shinhwa
Genre:Romance
Pair: Ricdy!! (Ack)
Summery: Typical storyline. Andy has feelings for his fellow shinhwa member, Eric. Having trouble being comfortable around him.
Note: I hate the Ricdy pairing, known as Andy and Eric. I find Any unattractive at everything, but I decided to try a fic to maybe curing my andy dislikeness...nope didn't work, but the Ricdy fans liked it. (why? :P)
Eric opened the door to his trailer, thinking that his stylist and make up artist would be in there, but to his surprise they weren’t present. Instead he found Andy sitting down in his seat with his slightly lowered. Eric paused and then smiled.
“Andy, what are you doing here?” he asked. He shut the door behind him, still grinning.
Andy’s head shot up in an instant. He stared at Eric’s reflection in the mirror in front of him. He was ready to say something, but his mouth wouldn’t open, he was tongue tide. He was tongue tide because Eric looked so handsome to him right now.
Eric furrowed his brows. “What? Do I look bad or something?” Quickly Eric looked down on his clothes searching for anything out of the ordinary. Andy cleared hi throat.
“No…No…you don’t look bad…” he yelped. He turned around in his seat. “Y-you look great.” After saying the last line, he immediately felt himself grow hot. He looked away. Aggravated at his behavior, Andy cursed himself. For the past couple of months his attraction for Eric Mun had grown deeper and fonder. Never would he have thought in a million years that the guy he looked up too, the one he called his older brother, would suddenly look more than that to him.
Eric sighed. “Don’t scare me like that, man.”
He was now standing next to Andy who was still seated. “I just finished an incredibly difficult hard scene. You should have seen me missing the lines. Luckily for me the director called Lunch, so I can study my script more.” Eric leaned against the counter with his elbows, where the entire make up tools were on.
“So it’s lunch time?” Andy asked.
Eric nodded and then his eyes were focused on Andy. He never realized Andy’s beet red face. “Yea. We should eat some where.”
Andy nodded. “Oh where to?”
Eric eyes were now focused on the door. “I dunno. I want Chinese.”
“Okay.” Andy stood up, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the seat. “Let’s go.”
Eric yawned. “While you’re full of energy. I’m almost jealous.”
Andy laughed. “Don’t worry, after you’re done this show, everything will be back to normal.”
Eric smiled and brushed his hand against Andy’s arm affectionately. “When I’m with you everything’s normal and I like it that way.”
Andy’s heart sped up.
Eric saw the nervous look on his friend’s face. “What?”
Andy shook his head feverishly. “Nothing.”
“Huh? Andy are you okay?”
Andy nodded and pulled open the door. He had to get out of there before he did something completely insane.
Eric and I are always affectionate towards each other, but now, everything he says or does feel lovey dovey now.
“You know Andy. You’ve been acting strange. Is it the schedule? I mean we can always slow down.” Eric said loudly during the car ride to the Chinese eatery.
Andy was staring out the window, busy wrestling with thoughts.
I love Eric. I always loved him. Since the day we formed shinhwa, I loved him like a brother and now everything’s changed. Me and my dumb feelings!!
Andy wanted to cry but he didn’t want to do it in front of Eric. He knew Eric wouldn’t mind. Like all the other times Eric would give him a great big hug, but Andy was afraid of that. He didn’t want Eric to notice his infatuation with him. It was too soon, especially when Eric was seeing someone.
“After I film the last shoot, I want you to come to my place okay?” Eric took a quick glance at Andy who was still looking out the window.
“Your place…” Andy said.
“Yeah, so we can just chill. It’s been a while you know. I miss you.”
Andy squeezed his eyes shut. Everything tingled inside. He wanted Eric so bad.
Why is he being so cute all of a sudden? He thought
“Say something.” Eric was impatient now. Andy was barely talking.
“I miss you too.” He wanted to say more, but he kept his mouth shut.
Satisfied Eric said, “That’s better.”
Eric got out his shower and wrapped a white towel around his dripping wet waist. He snatched up another towel and dried his soaked black hair with it.
He exited his bathroom and saw that Andy was in his bedroom. Andy spotted Eric and almost dropped whatever he was holding. He was frozen stiff. He stared at Eric’s glistening wet toned upper body.
“Oh Andy. What’s up?” Eric thought nothing of it. Well he kind of did. Andy seeing him like this, in his bedroom was rather awkward.
Andy whirled around. “You should a told me you were in the shower!”
Eric gawked. “Why are you so hype?”
Andy sighed. “I’m leaving!” He made his escape, leaving the door wide open.
Eric stood there thinking what the hell just happened.
“Eric why is your refrigerator empty?” Andy called from the kitchen.
Eric was properly dressed now, in a red silk buttoned shirt, which was half opened. Black slacks with no pockets, and some white socks on his feet. He was in his living room flipping through a music magazine.
“You’ve been in the kitchen for an hour Andy. We just had Chinese food, you’re still hungry?” Eric responded not looking up at all.
“What’s wrong with being in the kitchen!?”
“Andy…”
“What?”
“Come here?”
“Why?”
“Cause I said so.”
“Why?”
“This is my house. I want to some to the living room and sit with me.”
“Erm, why?”
Eric suddenly closed the magazine. He was getting frustrated with Andy acting strange and avoiding him. He missed Andy and all he got so far was distance. He wanted to know what the deal was. So he did his puppy dog routine, the act that the ladies love him for.
“Andy?” he said in a small voice. It was filled with sadness. “You don’t love me anymore?”
“Huh?”
“I missed you. I haven’t seen you in days and this is what I get?”
“Oh it’s not that.”
“I invite you to my house. I demand you to play with me!”
Andy finally stepped out the kitchen and into the living room. Eric straightened up excited.
“I’m sorry.” Andy mumbled like a little kid.
“Andy, what’s bothering you?” Eric became serious.
Andy hesitated for a very long time. Eric patiently waited.
“Eric, I’m sleepy. Can I tell you…later?”
‘So there is a problem.’ Thought Eric sadly. He frowned and looked over at the coffee table.
Andy saw Eric’s perplexed expression and felt bothered by it immediately.
Andy was now in the shower. Eric was in his bedroom, in the same clothes, but lost the shirt. He was lying on his bed on his back, staring up at his cell. He was skimming through his missed phone calls.
“What should I do…What should I do…” he repeated over and over again.
In the other room, he could hear the shower water stop running. He stopped what he was doing, lowered his arm and listened to Andy’s ditzy ness. He chuckled softly when he heard his group mate trip and fall.
After a few minutes, Eric’s door creaked opened.
“I guess, I’m in the guest room.” Andy spoke quietly. He stepped in, only half way. He wasn’t planning on talking to Eric long. He was curious to why Eric wasn’t asleep. By this time, he expected him to be asleep. All he was doing now was gazing up at the ceiling.
In a stern whisper Eric said, “Andy, wait a minute.”
Andy blinked.
Eric sat up on his bed and took a deep breath.
“Eric.”
“Don’t try to hide it. I know what you think about me.”
Andy almost choked on his saliva.
Eric turned his head and glared at Andy. “Do you honestly hate me that much?”
Andy almost gasped at that question and immediately wanted to hug Eric right away. Never would he have thought that his actions were read as hatred. He loved Eric with all his might. He just didn’t want to get too close.
He trembled slightly. “No…I don’t hate you.” His voice cracked at the end. A lump formed in his throat. He was trying so hard to hold back. So hard not to yell out his declaration of love to his partner.
Eric silently stood up and shuffled towards Andy. Without thought he closed the door behind him and pushed the younger man up against the door gently. He intently looked into his watery brown eyes. His breathing became ragged. Their faces were so close, that the warmth of each others breath caressed their faces completely.
Andy could smell the scent of the peppermint mouth wash that Eric had used a while ago. He closed his eyes, as he became in trance. Surprisingly his right hand lingered towards Eric’s hips and caressed it. Eric’s breath caught in his throat and he felt Andy’s grip. He swallowed hard. Andy’s face was so vulnerable at the moment. His eyes were closed. He seemed in a moment of bliss. His lips appeared like they were protruding out towards him, telling him to kiss them.
Eric tilted his head and moved in, closing the gap between them and kissing his bottom before taking Andy’s whole mouth into his. His hands took Andy by the midsection and forced him closer to him as he deeply ravished his lips. The pressure made the tears roll out of Andy’s eyes and down his face. Eric could taste the salt from them as he kissed Andy.
Andy, not used to this kind of intensified make out session, tried to pull away for air, but Eric wasn’t having it and forced his tongue inside of the others mouth. Before Andy knew it, his body was being dragged towards the bed. He was pushed down on it and before he could speak, Eric was nibbling and sucking on his neck. Andy gasped. His body felt hot and tingly again.
“Uhn…Eric…”
Eric stopped what he was doing and stared down at Andy who was slightly disheveled, but relieved.
“I…”
Eric shushed him with a quick kiss to the lips. He smiled. “I know.”
“You have a girlfriend.” Andy said out of fear. He didn’t want his first time with Eric to feel dirty. He never liked cheaters anyway.
Eric laughed. “I’m not with her anymore.” Lowering his voice, he added, “Besides I was always in love with you.”
“Really?”
“Duh.”
“Really?” Andy wrapped his arms around Eric’s neck. “You don’t know how happy you just made me.” Andy pulled him down and their lips met again, slower, more sensual and passionate.