#2: Christmas, ChulWook
Title; When Ryeowook Stopped Believing
Fandom/Pairing; ChulWook (11/100!)
Rating; PG?
Summary; Ryeowook kind of sort of almost wishes he still believed in Santa. And then Heechul enlightens Ryeowook about his impression of Mr. Claus.
Author's Note; I knew I wanted to do this one for Christmas. I mean, it's the theme, so duh, of course I would. Writing this was so much fun. It's kind of a crack fic, but it's kind of not. It's just craziness. I really love this, and I hope you enjoy it, too, even though it's kind of not that good, haha. If I write fast enough, my other Christmas pieces will be up before the day ends (where I am in the world, at least).
Word Count; 1005
When Ryeowook Stopped Believing
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It’s always during the holiday season when Ryeowook remembers the time when he believed in Santa Claus. He kind of sort of almost wishes that he still did. He misses that part of the childish innocence everyone says he’s retained. And for the most part, he does have it, but he wishes a belief in Santa could back it up even more.
But it’s pretty hard to make yourself believe in a fictional character that you’ve known was fictional since you were twelve-hey, no one ever decided to tell him otherwise until then, don’t laugh.
Plus, as Ryeowook is sitting on the floor, staring at the fat Christmas tree in their apartment now, he also notices that they don’t even have a chimney. How would Santa get into their house? Through the front door?
CRASH. The door to Super Junior’s apartment flies open in the middle of the night-and for some reason, everyone is still awake and up to no good making messes, screaming at each other, laughing until their sides hurt, and occasionally hitting. Sometimes spanking, but let’s not get into that.
“Ho, ho, ho!”
“HOLY SHIT SOMEONE JUST BROKE IN!” Donghae screams.
Looking at Siwon since he’s obviously quite strong (chocolate abs, baby), Kyuhyun points towards the intruder. “GET HIM, HYUNG!”
“HO, HO, HO!”
“YOU’RE NOT SANTA!” Heechul jumps on the intruder, adding to the chaos. Typical.
“GET HIM!” Yesung hollered, pulling Kangin with him as Heechul kept slapping the back of ‘Santa’s’ head.
Ryeowook cringed as he pictured Heechul, Yesung and Kangin pummeling on some stranger dressed in a Santa suit while Leeteuk called the police frantically and the others ran around panicking like little girls. Except Siwon, because it was hard to picture Siwon as a little girl-at least, for Ryeowook it was. Heechul probably had no problems with it.
“You know, Ryeowook-ah,” Heechul suddenly appears at his side, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Santa’s quite the pedophile.”
Ryeowook blinks, and his eyes widen. “Pedophile?! Hyung!”
“What? It’s true!”
“You did not just call Santa a pedophile!”
“I did,” the older smirks. “Only because when you think about it, it’s a very accurate way to label him.”
Ryeowook’s jaw drops as Heechul goes on to explain his reasoning.
“You see, Wookie, Santa sees you when you’re sleeping. And he knows when you’re awake. Stalker. He likes to know when his little victims are in their beds and whatnot. He also likes to know when they’re awake so he can watch them like a creeper,” Heechul pauses. “Do you see where I’m going with this?”
Ryeowook’s jaw is practically reaching the floor.
“Alright, let’s continue,” Heechul pulls his dongsaeng closer, as if not allowing him any way to escape. “He also knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness’ sake! If you’re not good, Santa’s probably going to do something very bad in return, you know?”
“Hyung, you haven’t been drinking lately, have you?”
“Nope, I’m sober,” Heechul answers casually. “And then you know how Santa comes into your house and brings you presents, Wookie? Well, that’s just creepy. It’s like he’s trying to bribe little children into loving him, you know? And I get how it’s fun getting presents and all that jazz, but really, I just think Santa’s a well thought out pedophile.”
Ryeowook just stares at his hyung from the side, wondering if he’s still going to go on, but hoping internally that he’s done with his Santa rant.
“I’m done,” Heechul announces, pulling his arm away from Ryeowook and standing up. “I hope you feel enlightened.”
Slightly terrified, Ryeowook watches as his hyung struts off, swaying his hips as usual. He’s still sitting on the floor, looking at the Christmas tree. He sure doesn’t feel enlightened, unless the term can be used under a negative connotation. In that case, he feels like he has been way too enlightened.
Now Ryeowook isn’t so sure if he wants to believe in Santa again.
Later that night, while he’s laying in bed and trying to sleep, he can’t help but ponder over what Heechul said to him about Santa. Whining quietly, he shuts his eyes and pulls the covers over his face. He just wants to sleep. He doesn’t want to think about Santa the Expert Pedophile. Besides, it doesn’t apply to Ryeowook because he’s not a kid, he’s twenty-two! So why is he so freaked out?
In a matter of seconds, age doesn’t matter anymore.
He hears his door open, and at first, he thinks it could be Yesung-he has this weird habit of coming in to share beds with people when they least expect it.
The bed sinks a little as this person-again, probably Yesung-sits down on the side of Ryeowook’s bed. Through the blanket, he can tell that there’s something nearing his face.
“Ho…ho…ho, Wookie.”
Ryeowook snaps his eyes open and screams bloody murder. Before he knows it, he’s thrown off the covers and has kicked Santa in the stomach, sending him tumbling over his roommate’s bed. Ryeowook has no idea why, but he’s suddenly hitting Santa over and over again with a pillow, screeching through the sounds of his roommate, Eunhyuk, panicking yet trying to calm him down at the same time.
“Wookie! Wookie! Holy Shisus, RYEOWOOK-AH! IT’S ME!”
Ryeowook smacks this Santa with his pillow one more time before he stops, pulling it away from his ‘victim’.
“H-Heechul-hyung?” he mutters.
“Ow…”
“HEECHUL-HYUNG?”
Holding his sore face with both hands, Heechul parts his fingers and looks at Ryeowook with one eye. “Holy Shisus, can’t take a joke, can you? And wow, I didn’t even know you could be that fierce, Wookie.”
Ryeowook pouts and throws the pillow at Heechul, rather forcefully.
“Ow…” he said again, in response. Ryeowook turns around to see Eunhyuk staring back at him with wide eyes. Still pouting, Ryeowook ambles back over to his bed and pulls a blanket over his head again.
Now Ryeowook is darn sure he doesn’t want to believe in Santa anymore.
Fandom/Pairing; ChulWook (11/100!)
Rating; PG?
Summary; Ryeowook kind of sort of almost wishes he still believed in Santa. And then Heechul enlightens Ryeowook about his impression of Mr. Claus.
Author's Note; I knew I wanted to do this one for Christmas. I mean, it's the theme, so duh, of course I would. Writing this was so much fun. It's kind of a crack fic, but it's kind of not. It's just craziness. I really love this, and I hope you enjoy it, too, even though it's kind of not that good, haha. If I write fast enough, my other Christmas pieces will be up before the day ends (where I am in the world, at least).
Word Count; 1005
When Ryeowook Stopped Believing
- - -
It’s always during the holiday season when Ryeowook remembers the time when he believed in Santa Claus. He kind of sort of almost wishes that he still did. He misses that part of the childish innocence everyone says he’s retained. And for the most part, he does have it, but he wishes a belief in Santa could back it up even more.
But it’s pretty hard to make yourself believe in a fictional character that you’ve known was fictional since you were twelve-hey, no one ever decided to tell him otherwise until then, don’t laugh.
Plus, as Ryeowook is sitting on the floor, staring at the fat Christmas tree in their apartment now, he also notices that they don’t even have a chimney. How would Santa get into their house? Through the front door?
CRASH. The door to Super Junior’s apartment flies open in the middle of the night-and for some reason, everyone is still awake and up to no good making messes, screaming at each other, laughing until their sides hurt, and occasionally hitting. Sometimes spanking, but let’s not get into that.
“Ho, ho, ho!”
“HOLY SHIT SOMEONE JUST BROKE IN!” Donghae screams.
Looking at Siwon since he’s obviously quite strong (chocolate abs, baby), Kyuhyun points towards the intruder. “GET HIM, HYUNG!”
“HO, HO, HO!”
“YOU’RE NOT SANTA!” Heechul jumps on the intruder, adding to the chaos. Typical.
“GET HIM!” Yesung hollered, pulling Kangin with him as Heechul kept slapping the back of ‘Santa’s’ head.
Ryeowook cringed as he pictured Heechul, Yesung and Kangin pummeling on some stranger dressed in a Santa suit while Leeteuk called the police frantically and the others ran around panicking like little girls. Except Siwon, because it was hard to picture Siwon as a little girl-at least, for Ryeowook it was. Heechul probably had no problems with it.
“You know, Ryeowook-ah,” Heechul suddenly appears at his side, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Santa’s quite the pedophile.”
Ryeowook blinks, and his eyes widen. “Pedophile?! Hyung!”
“What? It’s true!”
“You did not just call Santa a pedophile!”
“I did,” the older smirks. “Only because when you think about it, it’s a very accurate way to label him.”
Ryeowook’s jaw drops as Heechul goes on to explain his reasoning.
“You see, Wookie, Santa sees you when you’re sleeping. And he knows when you’re awake. Stalker. He likes to know when his little victims are in their beds and whatnot. He also likes to know when they’re awake so he can watch them like a creeper,” Heechul pauses. “Do you see where I’m going with this?”
Ryeowook’s jaw is practically reaching the floor.
“Alright, let’s continue,” Heechul pulls his dongsaeng closer, as if not allowing him any way to escape. “He also knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness’ sake! If you’re not good, Santa’s probably going to do something very bad in return, you know?”
“Hyung, you haven’t been drinking lately, have you?”
“Nope, I’m sober,” Heechul answers casually. “And then you know how Santa comes into your house and brings you presents, Wookie? Well, that’s just creepy. It’s like he’s trying to bribe little children into loving him, you know? And I get how it’s fun getting presents and all that jazz, but really, I just think Santa’s a well thought out pedophile.”
Ryeowook just stares at his hyung from the side, wondering if he’s still going to go on, but hoping internally that he’s done with his Santa rant.
“I’m done,” Heechul announces, pulling his arm away from Ryeowook and standing up. “I hope you feel enlightened.”
Slightly terrified, Ryeowook watches as his hyung struts off, swaying his hips as usual. He’s still sitting on the floor, looking at the Christmas tree. He sure doesn’t feel enlightened, unless the term can be used under a negative connotation. In that case, he feels like he has been way too enlightened.
Now Ryeowook isn’t so sure if he wants to believe in Santa again.
Later that night, while he’s laying in bed and trying to sleep, he can’t help but ponder over what Heechul said to him about Santa. Whining quietly, he shuts his eyes and pulls the covers over his face. He just wants to sleep. He doesn’t want to think about Santa the Expert Pedophile. Besides, it doesn’t apply to Ryeowook because he’s not a kid, he’s twenty-two! So why is he so freaked out?
In a matter of seconds, age doesn’t matter anymore.
He hears his door open, and at first, he thinks it could be Yesung-he has this weird habit of coming in to share beds with people when they least expect it.
The bed sinks a little as this person-again, probably Yesung-sits down on the side of Ryeowook’s bed. Through the blanket, he can tell that there’s something nearing his face.
“Ho…ho…ho, Wookie.”
Ryeowook snaps his eyes open and screams bloody murder. Before he knows it, he’s thrown off the covers and has kicked Santa in the stomach, sending him tumbling over his roommate’s bed. Ryeowook has no idea why, but he’s suddenly hitting Santa over and over again with a pillow, screeching through the sounds of his roommate, Eunhyuk, panicking yet trying to calm him down at the same time.
“Wookie! Wookie! Holy Shisus, RYEOWOOK-AH! IT’S ME!”
Ryeowook smacks this Santa with his pillow one more time before he stops, pulling it away from his ‘victim’.
“H-Heechul-hyung?” he mutters.
“Ow…”
“HEECHUL-HYUNG?”
Holding his sore face with both hands, Heechul parts his fingers and looks at Ryeowook with one eye. “Holy Shisus, can’t take a joke, can you? And wow, I didn’t even know you could be that fierce, Wookie.”
Ryeowook pouts and throws the pillow at Heechul, rather forcefully.
“Ow…” he said again, in response. Ryeowook turns around to see Eunhyuk staring back at him with wide eyes. Still pouting, Ryeowook ambles back over to his bed and pulls a blanket over his head again.
Now Ryeowook is darn sure he doesn’t want to believe in Santa anymore.