One More Time, OK? [crack G] // Fingerprints [ShinKyu PG-13]
Title: One More Time, OK? (or; Another One of Heechul's Weird Ideas)
Pairing: no pairings, just weird crack
Rating: G
Summary: Heechul likes CSJH a little too much.
Notes: Inspired by something I read about "StephChul sisters" on someone's LJ (I completely forgot whose) and then it started raining and I was listening to Dancer in the Rain. And then it was all downhill...Dedicated to Vivienne (supaahhchiinkk) because she's my baby and she loves CSJH as much as Heechul.
“DANCE IN THE RAIN! DANCE IN THE RAIN!”
Sungmin looks over from his tea party with Kyuhyun and Mr. Snuggles to see Heechul prancing around in a short skirt and corset top, trying to do body waves while singing at the top of his lungs…or more like shrieking, Sungmin reminds himself. It vaguely registers in his mind that Heechul is also wearing very high stiletto heels. He’s sure he should be scared, but for some reason, it isn’t really connecting inside his head.
“WANNA SHAKE IT OFF TONIGHT!” Heechul screeches, flipping his hair around and shaking his hips in a way that was entirely too feminine for a man of his age.
“Hyung…what are you doing?” Sungmin asks with an adorably confused pout on his face.
“Ugh,” Heechul scoffs indignantly. “Can’t you see?”
Sungmin can see, yes, but he isn’t quite sure he can understand. He can, however, understand why Kibum, who is sitting on the couch behind Heechul, is rolling his eyes behind his book.
“Umm…” was all Sungmin can think to say to Heechul’s expectant stare.
Kyuhyun sighs and rubs at his temples. Sungmin can hear him muttering something under his breath, but can’t quite catch what it was. He thinks it might be something like God this is all too much… but he isn’t really sure.
Heechul rolls his eyes and pops his hip out to the side, hands resting impatiently on his waist like he can’t believe Sungmin could be so dumb.
“I’m Stephanie,” he says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He gestures to his outfit and does a body roll. “See?”
Sungmin can only stare. “Umm….”
“Stephanie,” Heechul says. “You know Stephanie.” He does another body roll to emphasize his point.
“Uh…yes…” Sungmin says, still a little lost as to what exactly is going on.
Heechul rolls his eyes again and sighs before turning about and spotting Kibum. “Hmm….”
Kibum looks up from his book just in time to see a slow smirk spread across Heechul’s face, but before he can run, Heechul has already grabbed his wrist and is hauling him to his feet.
“Kibum, you can be Dana,” he says, like it’s a privilege to be considered for the part, and continues waggling his hips, causing the skirt to swish around his thighs. Kibum stands there for a second, dumbfounded, but quickly joins in with the body waves when Heechul shoots him a warning glare from the corner of his eye. Sungmin can spot the blush rising in Kibum’s cheeks.
“DANCE IN THE RAIN!” Heechul shrieks again. Kibum had just begun to mumble the words along with Heechul when the latter suddenly stops in his tracks and frowns at the tea partiers.
“Sungmin, you’ll be Sunday. And Kyuhyun is Lina,” he orders.
Kibum scratches the back of his head uncomfortably.
“Get up!” Heechul demands when neither Sungmin nor Kyuhyun make any more to stand and join their groupmates.
As Sungmin stands up, he thinks he can hear Kyuhyun cursing under Heechul’s screams of “GOTTA DANCE TILL YOU’RE OUT OF MY MIIIND~!”
Eeteuk returns to the dorm about an hour later with a few grocery bags hanging from his arms.
“YOU’RE TALKIN’ TOO NASTY!”
Eeteuk raises his eyebrows, but decides not to say anything when he passes Sungmin in a glittery dress with his hand on his hip, flipping his hair across his eyes as Heechul, Kyuhyun, and Kibum bop along behind him. He thinks it’s best not to interfere and continues to the kitchen.
started: 06.14.08
ended: 06.15.08
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Title: Fingerprints
Pairing: ShinKyu, implied SiKyu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kyuhyun is lost
Notes: I went to the SJ Prompt Generator and got "Shindong/Kyuhyun: bruises at your hip" and...idk it just happened. Dedicated to Mikky (mikkyboom) because she makes Siwon all hot and evil and because Kyuhyun is just a little cream puff but he gets hurt by our angst anyway. And because she's the angst queen. XD And since it fits....I'm using it for #098: Soothing (WC) for the 100 fic challenge. And I listened to some really nice and angsty Epik High while writing this. Also because I was feeling shitty. =.=
“What are they from?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t answer, tugs at his shirt, which had ridden up while he and Shindong practiced choreography. He stands there awkwardly, staring off at the floor, the wall, anywhere but Shindong’s hard stare.
“What the fuck are they from, Kyuhyun?” the older demands, his voice low and dangerous in his throat.
Kyuhyun stares at his shoes, so white against the floor, white like the glint in Siwon’s smile, the one that used to belong to Kyuhyun. The one that Kyuhyun hadn’t been seeing quite as often as he used to, the one that it seems he can only get now by giving everything he can and everything Siwon wants.
“It’s nothing, hyung,” Kyuhyun says, and it’s almost a whisper, and he scuffs his shoe against the floor, trying to brush off some of the white.
“The fuck, it’s nothing!” Shindong shouts, and it’s so loud that Kyuhyun’s eyes shut tight at the sound and his feet stop their furious movements, but he doesn’t jump because he’s learned not to do things like that.
“He can’t do shit like this to you, Kyu, he fucking can’t.”
Kyuhyun doesn’t hear it entirely and kicks his foot against the floor again, but the white is even stronger, it seems, and his brow furrows in frustration and he kicks harder but it doesn’t seem to help at all and the white is just brighter brighter and Kyuhyun can hardly see anything because it hurts his eyes so much, so much. And something warm and soft is around him, then, and it’s Shindong’s arms, he realizes, and he’s crying and he can’t remember when and why his foot had started to hurt so damn much.
“I can’t, hyung,” and he can taste the salt from his tears on his upper lips and it tastes awful and it’s choking him. “I can’t,” and he can barely breathe through his sobs and the taste of his tears and his nose is getting stuffy. “I can’t,” and all he wants, all he ever wants, is to see that white white white smile and he’d let Siwon do anything, fuck him anyway he wanted to, if he can just see it one more fucking time. “I can’t,” and he’s whispering now because his throat hurts and his foot is throbbing and he can’t remember why and all he can see is white, but it’s not right, it’s not the white he wants to see.
“I know,” Shindong whispers. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, with Kyuhyun’s tears and snot and spit staining his shirt. “I know.” And Kyuhyun is still sobbing on his shoulder with little choked whimpering sounds. “I know,” he says.
started: 06.15.08
ended: 06.15.08
Pairing: no pairings, just weird crack
Rating: G
Summary: Heechul likes CSJH a little too much.
Notes: Inspired by something I read about "StephChul sisters" on someone's LJ (I completely forgot whose) and then it started raining and I was listening to Dancer in the Rain. And then it was all downhill...Dedicated to Vivienne (supaahhchiinkk) because she's my baby and she loves CSJH as much as Heechul.
“DANCE IN THE RAIN! DANCE IN THE RAIN!”
Sungmin looks over from his tea party with Kyuhyun and Mr. Snuggles to see Heechul prancing around in a short skirt and corset top, trying to do body waves while singing at the top of his lungs…or more like shrieking, Sungmin reminds himself. It vaguely registers in his mind that Heechul is also wearing very high stiletto heels. He’s sure he should be scared, but for some reason, it isn’t really connecting inside his head.
“WANNA SHAKE IT OFF TONIGHT!” Heechul screeches, flipping his hair around and shaking his hips in a way that was entirely too feminine for a man of his age.
“Hyung…what are you doing?” Sungmin asks with an adorably confused pout on his face.
“Ugh,” Heechul scoffs indignantly. “Can’t you see?”
Sungmin can see, yes, but he isn’t quite sure he can understand. He can, however, understand why Kibum, who is sitting on the couch behind Heechul, is rolling his eyes behind his book.
“Umm…” was all Sungmin can think to say to Heechul’s expectant stare.
Kyuhyun sighs and rubs at his temples. Sungmin can hear him muttering something under his breath, but can’t quite catch what it was. He thinks it might be something like God this is all too much… but he isn’t really sure.
Heechul rolls his eyes and pops his hip out to the side, hands resting impatiently on his waist like he can’t believe Sungmin could be so dumb.
“I’m Stephanie,” he says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He gestures to his outfit and does a body roll. “See?”
Sungmin can only stare. “Umm….”
“Stephanie,” Heechul says. “You know Stephanie.” He does another body roll to emphasize his point.
“Uh…yes…” Sungmin says, still a little lost as to what exactly is going on.
Heechul rolls his eyes again and sighs before turning about and spotting Kibum. “Hmm….”
Kibum looks up from his book just in time to see a slow smirk spread across Heechul’s face, but before he can run, Heechul has already grabbed his wrist and is hauling him to his feet.
“Kibum, you can be Dana,” he says, like it’s a privilege to be considered for the part, and continues waggling his hips, causing the skirt to swish around his thighs. Kibum stands there for a second, dumbfounded, but quickly joins in with the body waves when Heechul shoots him a warning glare from the corner of his eye. Sungmin can spot the blush rising in Kibum’s cheeks.
“DANCE IN THE RAIN!” Heechul shrieks again. Kibum had just begun to mumble the words along with Heechul when the latter suddenly stops in his tracks and frowns at the tea partiers.
“Sungmin, you’ll be Sunday. And Kyuhyun is Lina,” he orders.
Kibum scratches the back of his head uncomfortably.
“Get up!” Heechul demands when neither Sungmin nor Kyuhyun make any more to stand and join their groupmates.
As Sungmin stands up, he thinks he can hear Kyuhyun cursing under Heechul’s screams of “GOTTA DANCE TILL YOU’RE OUT OF MY MIIIND~!”
Eeteuk returns to the dorm about an hour later with a few grocery bags hanging from his arms.
“YOU’RE TALKIN’ TOO NASTY!”
Eeteuk raises his eyebrows, but decides not to say anything when he passes Sungmin in a glittery dress with his hand on his hip, flipping his hair across his eyes as Heechul, Kyuhyun, and Kibum bop along behind him. He thinks it’s best not to interfere and continues to the kitchen.
started: 06.14.08
ended: 06.15.08
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Title: Fingerprints
Pairing: ShinKyu, implied SiKyu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kyuhyun is lost
Notes: I went to the SJ Prompt Generator and got "Shindong/Kyuhyun: bruises at your hip" and...idk it just happened. Dedicated to Mikky (mikkyboom) because she makes Siwon all hot and evil and because Kyuhyun is just a little cream puff but he gets hurt by our angst anyway. And because she's the angst queen. XD And since it fits....I'm using it for #098: Soothing (WC) for the 100 fic challenge. And I listened to some really nice and angsty Epik High while writing this. Also because I was feeling shitty. =.=
“What are they from?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t answer, tugs at his shirt, which had ridden up while he and Shindong practiced choreography. He stands there awkwardly, staring off at the floor, the wall, anywhere but Shindong’s hard stare.
“What the fuck are they from, Kyuhyun?” the older demands, his voice low and dangerous in his throat.
Kyuhyun stares at his shoes, so white against the floor, white like the glint in Siwon’s smile, the one that used to belong to Kyuhyun. The one that Kyuhyun hadn’t been seeing quite as often as he used to, the one that it seems he can only get now by giving everything he can and everything Siwon wants.
“It’s nothing, hyung,” Kyuhyun says, and it’s almost a whisper, and he scuffs his shoe against the floor, trying to brush off some of the white.
“The fuck, it’s nothing!” Shindong shouts, and it’s so loud that Kyuhyun’s eyes shut tight at the sound and his feet stop their furious movements, but he doesn’t jump because he’s learned not to do things like that.
“He can’t do shit like this to you, Kyu, he fucking can’t.”
Kyuhyun doesn’t hear it entirely and kicks his foot against the floor again, but the white is even stronger, it seems, and his brow furrows in frustration and he kicks harder but it doesn’t seem to help at all and the white is just brighter brighter and Kyuhyun can hardly see anything because it hurts his eyes so much, so much. And something warm and soft is around him, then, and it’s Shindong’s arms, he realizes, and he’s crying and he can’t remember when and why his foot had started to hurt so damn much.
“I can’t, hyung,” and he can taste the salt from his tears on his upper lips and it tastes awful and it’s choking him. “I can’t,” and he can barely breathe through his sobs and the taste of his tears and his nose is getting stuffy. “I can’t,” and all he wants, all he ever wants, is to see that white white white smile and he’d let Siwon do anything, fuck him anyway he wanted to, if he can just see it one more fucking time. “I can’t,” and he’s whispering now because his throat hurts and his foot is throbbing and he can’t remember why and all he can see is white, but it’s not right, it’s not the white he wants to see.
“I know,” Shindong whispers. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, with Kyuhyun’s tears and snot and spit staining his shirt. “I know.” And Kyuhyun is still sobbing on his shoulder with little choked whimpering sounds. “I know,” he says.
started: 06.15.08
ended: 06.15.08