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Started: 5:15, May 16th, 2009
inspired by beyoncé’s ‘halo’
pairing: hanchul
fandom: super junior
rating: pg
hit me like a ray of sun
burning through my darkest night
you’re the only one that I want
think I’m addicted to your light
Hangeng knows that Heechul is the ray of sunlight that lights up his night; Heechul knows that Hangeng is the pillar that he can lean on when his leg is hurting all over again. Hangeng doesn’t have a halo but Heechul knows that he can trust the man,
And so he does, with secrets and smiles (not the usual little smirk; it’s true, it’s honest and he’s just as snarky, if not more, when his head is touching the man’s thigh, his eyes closed and his black, black hair in his black, black, oh-so-black eyes). Heechul is comfortable and free; he’s quiet, he’s sullen, he’s everything anyone could be or couldn’t be and Hangeng loves him for it;
Hangeng knows that Heechul loves him for his smile, for his laugh, for his pretty hands (not as pretty as Heechul’s), and for the fact that he’s foreign. He’s almost sick of the man telling him that he’s family, that he’s Korean now, and that he doesn’t have to go back to China; not when Heechul needs him like this. No, he’s allowed to go back to China as far as Heechul’s concerned.
But when he does what he’s told and goes back to the Middle Country to visit his parents, his mother’s dumpling shop and his friends, he comes back to find that that Heechul sitting on the floor, nose practically buried in a cheap plastic Mandarin dictionary, whispering the first ten numbers -
yi, er, san, si, wu, liu, qi, ba, jiu, shi
and Heechul tries for him, he tries so hard, with wrong tones and an (embarrassed) smirk when he realizes that Hangeng is standing there, Louis Vuitton suitcase left in their front door.
”Hi,” Heechul says, not moving from his spot, pinned down by Champagne and Heebum in his lap,
oh, Hangeng wants to say something, but he can’t, not now, so he sits down in front of his sunlight, gently reaching out to take the book from Heechul. He sets it on the floor, his right hand clasping Heechul’s gorgeous, gorgeous, manicured and perfect hand, and Heechul’s pillar leans forward to kiss his fingertips.
Carefully, oh-so-carefully, Hangeng lets go of Heechul’s hand and his sun is looking dangerously into his eyes, blinding him. But Heechul ‘s arms are around his shoulders, and Hangeng is struggling to sit up, and the man of his day is taking a deep breath into his shirt and he hears ten words-
”I thought I said that you're not allowed to leave,"
before Hangeng is looking back into those dark eyes,
swore I’d never fall again,
but this don’t even feel like falling
gravity can’t forget
to pull me back to the ground again
and he swears on his life that he was in love, love, love and his heart and stomach felt like he was on the first drop of the highest rollercoaster in all of the countries he had been to.
He couldn’t breathe, not even when they pulled away from one another, Champagne leaving fur all over their black shirts (both tees are technically Hangeng’s but he doesn’t mention; he won’t ever mention it) as the kitten pushes its head against his stomach, and the first smile of the day breaks out over both of their faces.
Heechul sees the question on Hangeng’s face (did you miss me) but he doesn’t say anything about it, since they both know the answer; he’s never answered it and he doesn’t plan to. Rather, he expresses it by standing up and brushing himself off, not bothering to pick up the dictionary nor offer his pillar a hand up from the ground.
Desperately, Hangeng wants to know where home is for him. He doesn’t know if it’s in Korea, with Heechul, the only one who can understand him when he’s crying on national television, the man who told the world that Hangeng was part of Super Junior by taking off his mask, or if it’s back in China, with his mother and father and delicious soup dumplings in the little restaurant he paid for.
Heechul sees the clouds in his eyes, and he stops to pick up Hangeng’s bags from the ground, dragging them behind him and out of the way, clearing up the storm and causing the Chinese man to let out a sigh,
only to be cut off by a whirlwind of the other man pointing a finger at his chest and telling him to stop sighing right now, or else he’ll have to do something drastic, and a little smile pulls at Hangeng’s lips before he starts to laugh, and Heechul stops. He contemplates. He smiles a little bit and laughs just as much, hiding it with his hand and Hangeng thinks,
Maybe he doesn’t have to decide just yet.
ended: 5:53, May 16th, 2009
idk if i'm going to post this to miracle or not
maybe laterrr
inspired by beyoncé’s ‘halo’
pairing: hanchul
fandom: super junior
rating: pg
hit me like a ray of sun
burning through my darkest night
you’re the only one that I want
think I’m addicted to your light
Hangeng knows that Heechul is the ray of sunlight that lights up his night; Heechul knows that Hangeng is the pillar that he can lean on when his leg is hurting all over again. Hangeng doesn’t have a halo but Heechul knows that he can trust the man,
And so he does, with secrets and smiles (not the usual little smirk; it’s true, it’s honest and he’s just as snarky, if not more, when his head is touching the man’s thigh, his eyes closed and his black, black hair in his black, black, oh-so-black eyes). Heechul is comfortable and free; he’s quiet, he’s sullen, he’s everything anyone could be or couldn’t be and Hangeng loves him for it;
Hangeng knows that Heechul loves him for his smile, for his laugh, for his pretty hands (not as pretty as Heechul’s), and for the fact that he’s foreign. He’s almost sick of the man telling him that he’s family, that he’s Korean now, and that he doesn’t have to go back to China; not when Heechul needs him like this. No, he’s allowed to go back to China as far as Heechul’s concerned.
But when he does what he’s told and goes back to the Middle Country to visit his parents, his mother’s dumpling shop and his friends, he comes back to find that that Heechul sitting on the floor, nose practically buried in a cheap plastic Mandarin dictionary, whispering the first ten numbers -
yi, er, san, si, wu, liu, qi, ba, jiu, shi
and Heechul tries for him, he tries so hard, with wrong tones and an (embarrassed) smirk when he realizes that Hangeng is standing there, Louis Vuitton suitcase left in their front door.
”Hi,” Heechul says, not moving from his spot, pinned down by Champagne and Heebum in his lap,
oh, Hangeng wants to say something, but he can’t, not now, so he sits down in front of his sunlight, gently reaching out to take the book from Heechul. He sets it on the floor, his right hand clasping Heechul’s gorgeous, gorgeous, manicured and perfect hand, and Heechul’s pillar leans forward to kiss his fingertips.
Carefully, oh-so-carefully, Hangeng lets go of Heechul’s hand and his sun is looking dangerously into his eyes, blinding him. But Heechul ‘s arms are around his shoulders, and Hangeng is struggling to sit up, and the man of his day is taking a deep breath into his shirt and he hears ten words-
”I thought I said that you're not allowed to leave,"
before Hangeng is looking back into those dark eyes,
swore I’d never fall again,
but this don’t even feel like falling
gravity can’t forget
to pull me back to the ground again
and he swears on his life that he was in love, love, love and his heart and stomach felt like he was on the first drop of the highest rollercoaster in all of the countries he had been to.
He couldn’t breathe, not even when they pulled away from one another, Champagne leaving fur all over their black shirts (both tees are technically Hangeng’s but he doesn’t mention; he won’t ever mention it) as the kitten pushes its head against his stomach, and the first smile of the day breaks out over both of their faces.
Heechul sees the question on Hangeng’s face (did you miss me) but he doesn’t say anything about it, since they both know the answer; he’s never answered it and he doesn’t plan to. Rather, he expresses it by standing up and brushing himself off, not bothering to pick up the dictionary nor offer his pillar a hand up from the ground.
Desperately, Hangeng wants to know where home is for him. He doesn’t know if it’s in Korea, with Heechul, the only one who can understand him when he’s crying on national television, the man who told the world that Hangeng was part of Super Junior by taking off his mask, or if it’s back in China, with his mother and father and delicious soup dumplings in the little restaurant he paid for.
Heechul sees the clouds in his eyes, and he stops to pick up Hangeng’s bags from the ground, dragging them behind him and out of the way, clearing up the storm and causing the Chinese man to let out a sigh,
only to be cut off by a whirlwind of the other man pointing a finger at his chest and telling him to stop sighing right now, or else he’ll have to do something drastic, and a little smile pulls at Hangeng’s lips before he starts to laugh, and Heechul stops. He contemplates. He smiles a little bit and laughs just as much, hiding it with his hand and Hangeng thinks,
Maybe he doesn’t have to decide just yet.
ended: 5:53, May 16th, 2009
idk if i'm going to post this to miracle or not
maybe laterrr