100 fic challenge [#010.] Shiver, Heechul/Heechul
Title: The nine lives of Kim Heechul
Length: 701 words
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kim Heechul has an overactive imagination
1. Kim Heechul as a school teacher.
Kim Heechul really enjoys being a school teacher, because being a school teacher enables him to do this:
"Detention! Detention for the whole class!"
"But! Teacher Kim!"
"More detention for talking back!"
There is dissatisfied muttering, but Kim Heechul doesn't care, because in this small classroom, Kim Heechul is king.
2. Kim Heechul as a hair stylist.
Kim Heechul likes hairstyling because it's wearable art, and whatever mistakes he makes can be fixed by time and nature. It's a pity not all his customers share his point of view.
"What's this?" his latest customer screeches dramatically.
"It's the latest style!" Kim Heechul says. "It matches your face shape the best."
"I look like a sunflower!"
"Exactly! Just remember not to wear sun block. Or maybe you've never worn sun block? Or your face is naturally dark? Without this hair you'd just look like a big round chocopie..."
He gets fired, but it doesn't matter, because Kim Heechul has style and flair and it's only a matter of time before someone else hires him based entirely on his ability to flirt with anyone.
3. Kim Heechul as a waiter.
Kim Heechul lasts all of four minutes before someone gets a bowl of soup in her face.
4. Kim Heechul as an astronaut.
Kim Heechul loves his job so fricking much.
"I'M ON THE MOON! Who else is on the moon? I'm looking around, I'm looking around... Oh that's right, NOBODY ELSE BUT ME."
"Kim! Kim!" the voice crackles over the radio. "The robot! Turn on the robot!"
"Can't I have a moment's peace?" Kim Heechul switches off his headset and decides to go crater jumping.
5. Kim Heechul as a salary man.
Kim Heechul rules the water cooler conversations and you can't play office politics without getting Kim Heechul on your side, which means Kim Heechul gets a lot of free stationery, free drinks and free sex in the copy room.
Still, sometimes he sits at his computer and, instead of his reports this is what he types:
bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored
6. Kim Heechul as an IT technician.
Kim Heechul detests his customers.
"It keeps crashing!" one yells, as if yelling will stop his game from crashing every time he tries to play it. "One moment it'll work and the next I'm back at my desktop!"
"Can you describe your actions before the crash?" Kim Heechul asks dully, cradling the phone between his ear and his shoulder and spearing a kimbap with his chopsticks.
"I just press what I always press!"
"Which is..."
"Control, Alternate, Escape!"
Kim Heechul hangs up the phone.
7. Kim Heechul as a comic book illustrator.
Kim Heechul loves not doing his job.
"What's a deadline?" he asks as he baits his hook.
"Kim!"
"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'll get the pages to you when I get them to you. It's art, you know, you can't rush it. You've just got to let the creative juices flow..."
"Was that a splash? Kim Heechul, are you fishing again?"
"It's research," Kim Heechul says. "Gotta go, the winds are changing and I feel a lucky nibble coming on!"
He drops his phone into the water and watches it sink out of sight.
"Well, shit."
8. Kim Heechul as a fourth-level deity in charge of a small town in the Eastern part of South Korea.
Kim Heechul hates having so fucking much to do, so he takes vacations as often as possible, which, when you’re a deity, is pretty much whenever you like.
He comes back to find that his town has flooded, there's an outbreak of disease and three quarters of the population has gone atheist.
Eh.
9. Kim Heechul as a member of kpop group Super Junior
Kim Heechul shivers.
"What is it?" his stylist asks.
"Just my overactive imagination." Heechul turns his face, checking his reflection from all angles. "Mmm, perfect."
Kim Heechul slips, flubs his line, loses his shoe and cusses out loud, all in one performance. His petals lap it up and band together to support him during the inevitable media storm.
Kim Heechul is too lazy to feel anything as passionate as love for his job, but he reckons, like everything else about him, it's pretty damn perfect.
100 fic challenge [#089.] "I like your face.", Kangin/Ryeowook
Title: Your face.
Length: 147 words
Author: shieldkitten
Rating: G (much fluff ahead)
"Your face," Kangin says, very suddenly and very seriously.
"What about my face?" Ryeowook reaches for his compact mirror, horrified at the thought that he has gone through an entire photoshoot with something wrong with his face.
Kangin leans forward and places both hands on either side of Ryeowook's face, turning it slowly from side to side as if inspecting it very carefully.
"What's wrong with my face?" Ryeowook pleads, starting to panic. Does he have boogers hanging from his nose? Has his new foundation caused a massive break out? Have the camera lights finally burnt off his skin with their intensity?
Kangin grins. "It needs my kisses." And then he peppers Ryeowooks cheeks with kisses before skipping away laughing like a giddy and very masculine schoolgirl.
Ryeowook sinks onto a chair amid a haze of blushes, and Yehsung yells, "KANGIN YOU BASTARD NOW YOU MUST DIE."
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Author's Note: inspired by
this macro. Sorry, I couldn't resist chucking my OTP in there -.-''