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Hankyung thinks that really, he should have seen it coming. He’s heard of her, certainly, and the crowd was screaming his name before she’d even started to work her shtick. But he was laughing at Donghae’s awkwardness and Henry’s hopeful look, and so when she pauses in front of him his mind has just enough time to heave an internal sigh.
He didn’t even really enjoy it as it was happening, because he was rather (completely) unprepared for the extra burden of her weight, and he lurches slightly as she leans away, using him for stability. SUPER JUNIOR M LEADER SQUISHES TAIWANESE CELEBRITY, his mind screams, and he frantically shifts his own weight to avoid toppling over.
He’s marginally aware of Donghae stepping out of line to get a closer look, of Henry half-sulking, and Zhou Mi stepping slightly behind Kyuhyun to shoot off a text. When she moves away, he tries to psychically convey to Zhou Mi that if that was to who he thought it was, he will personally knock that big stupid smile off his long stupid face, but Zhou Mi doesn’t seem to notice. Siwon, however, turns and waggles his eyebrows in a way that he probably thinks is comical but is actually truly frightening. Hankyung resolves to work on his nonverbal communication.
He’s yanked back to reality by the harsh realization that She is back and is on her knees in front of him. DANGER!!DANGER!! shrieks his upstairs brain. OHYEAH! bellows his downstairs brain.
“Urk,” he says, quickly smiling for the fans and the cameras. At this point even Henry has come out of his sulk to point and giggle, Kyuhyun is laughing harder than the Blue Tomorrow Incident, and Zhou Mi is blatantly snapping photos with his mobile.
He’s no sooner stepped foot in their shared dressing room backstage when his own phone goes off, and he picks up to Heechul’s uncontrollable cackling.
“Shut up,” says Hankyung, “it’s not my fault.” He sends another nasty look Zhou Mi’s way, mouthing ‘I know this is your doing’ at the younger boy, who beams at him cheerfully, accompanied by a big thumbs up.
“I remember when you used to respect me,” he hisses, one hand over the receiver. Zhou Mi makes a heart at him and goes back to giggling with the rest of the group.
“Omigod,” gasps Heechul at the other end of the line, as he regains his composure, “I can’t breathe Hankyung, seriously.”
“I think I hate you most of all,” says Hankyung thoughtfully. Heechul snickers.
“Bitch please,” he says, smirking through the phone, “I know you liked it-or at least little Hankyung did.” Hankyung chokes violently on a sip of water, spinning away from the group.
“You-” he splutters, “wha-why would you look there?”
“It was kinda hard to miss,” says Heechul airily, like they aren’t discussing how visible Hankyung’s erection on national television was, “it was just kinda peepin’ out, sayin hi.” Hankyung shoves himself into a corner, face burning, as he drops his voice.
“Do not-” he hisses lowly, “my-my penis was not, not saying, saying hi. Or anything else.” Heechul just laughs, his smooth, low, throaty laugh.
“Baby,” he murmurs in a slow drawl, “it can say anything it wants to me.” Heechul then goes back to laughing hysterically. Hankyung bangs his head on the wall.
“Excuse me, seen-sahn,” says a voice to his left. Hankyung leaps three feet in the air and comes down, turning to find a young production assistant standing there, gaze fixed awkwardly at a point over his shoulders.
“Um,” she says timidly, “seen-sahn, um. We can all hear-I mean, that is to say…the sound is still...you’re still, uh. Mic-ed. With the sound on.”
AND THEN THEY WENT TO THEIR DORMS AND HEECHUL WAS THERE AND THIS HAPPENED: (by civilized_era)
blahnicity can go to bed."
Hankyung's mouth drops open. Then he closes it. Then he opens it again. "Yeah, er," he steps forward, and shrugs. "Sure."
Heechul's arms slip around his shoulders, mouth near his ear. "I bet I can do more interesting things with that belt, at least..."
He didn’t even really enjoy it as it was happening, because he was rather (completely) unprepared for the extra burden of her weight, and he lurches slightly as she leans away, using him for stability. SUPER JUNIOR M LEADER SQUISHES TAIWANESE CELEBRITY, his mind screams, and he frantically shifts his own weight to avoid toppling over.
He’s marginally aware of Donghae stepping out of line to get a closer look, of Henry half-sulking, and Zhou Mi stepping slightly behind Kyuhyun to shoot off a text. When she moves away, he tries to psychically convey to Zhou Mi that if that was to who he thought it was, he will personally knock that big stupid smile off his long stupid face, but Zhou Mi doesn’t seem to notice. Siwon, however, turns and waggles his eyebrows in a way that he probably thinks is comical but is actually truly frightening. Hankyung resolves to work on his nonverbal communication.
He’s yanked back to reality by the harsh realization that She is back and is on her knees in front of him. DANGER!!DANGER!! shrieks his upstairs brain. OHYEAH! bellows his downstairs brain.
“Urk,” he says, quickly smiling for the fans and the cameras. At this point even Henry has come out of his sulk to point and giggle, Kyuhyun is laughing harder than the Blue Tomorrow Incident, and Zhou Mi is blatantly snapping photos with his mobile.
He’s no sooner stepped foot in their shared dressing room backstage when his own phone goes off, and he picks up to Heechul’s uncontrollable cackling.
“Shut up,” says Hankyung, “it’s not my fault.” He sends another nasty look Zhou Mi’s way, mouthing ‘I know this is your doing’ at the younger boy, who beams at him cheerfully, accompanied by a big thumbs up.
“I remember when you used to respect me,” he hisses, one hand over the receiver. Zhou Mi makes a heart at him and goes back to giggling with the rest of the group.
“Omigod,” gasps Heechul at the other end of the line, as he regains his composure, “I can’t breathe Hankyung, seriously.”
“I think I hate you most of all,” says Hankyung thoughtfully. Heechul snickers.
“Bitch please,” he says, smirking through the phone, “I know you liked it-or at least little Hankyung did.” Hankyung chokes violently on a sip of water, spinning away from the group.
“You-” he splutters, “wha-why would you look there?”
“It was kinda hard to miss,” says Heechul airily, like they aren’t discussing how visible Hankyung’s erection on national television was, “it was just kinda peepin’ out, sayin hi.” Hankyung shoves himself into a corner, face burning, as he drops his voice.
“Do not-” he hisses lowly, “my-my penis was not, not saying, saying hi. Or anything else.” Heechul just laughs, his smooth, low, throaty laugh.
“Baby,” he murmurs in a slow drawl, “it can say anything it wants to me.” Heechul then goes back to laughing hysterically. Hankyung bangs his head on the wall.
“Excuse me, seen-sahn,” says a voice to his left. Hankyung leaps three feet in the air and comes down, turning to find a young production assistant standing there, gaze fixed awkwardly at a point over his shoulders.
“Um,” she says timidly, “seen-sahn, um. We can all hear-I mean, that is to say…the sound is still...you’re still, uh. Mic-ed. With the sound on.”
AND THEN THEY WENT TO THEIR DORMS AND HEECHUL WAS THERE AND THIS HAPPENED: (by civilized_era)
blahnicity can go to bed."
Hankyung's mouth drops open. Then he closes it. Then he opens it again. "Yeah, er," he steps forward, and shrugs. "Sure."
Heechul's arms slip around his shoulders, mouth near his ear. "I bet I can do more interesting things with that belt, at least..."