Self-Proclaimed Incubus 3/?
Title: Self-Proclaimed Incubus [pt.3]
Rating: PG
Pairing: HanChul, others to come
Genre: Smut, Comedy/General
Notes/Summary: I finally have a solid summary for this, but I won't put it up yet, because I feel like it would be a spoiler. It probably won't be, but this is what I think, so yeah :P
"Heeechuullllll. . .Do I really have to get a haircut?" The incubus had been whining all the way from the ramyun shop to the salon, and Heechul was ready to push him into oncoming traffic.
"YES. Now shut up, and go sit in the chair." Hankyung grumbled, but obeyed. The beautician lady eyed Heechul oddly, and he had a feeling it had to do with whatever Hankyung was babbling on about in the chair. He couldn't help but to snicker, however, when she snipped off the blonde ponytail without even removing the hair tie, gaining a loud cry from Hankyung.
". . .My hair!" he whined. Heechul threw a soft children&'s book, effectively shutting him up for the rest of the cut. She worked mostly with the razor comb, and both men were pleasantly surprised by the outcome.
The bangs and fringe were trimmed with the razor until the right half of his bangs fell to about the middle of his forehead. Just above his left eyebrow they started to edge lower in a choppy, but blended jumps until it touched his cheekbone just to the end of his eye, leaving the soft brown orbs in full view. His side fringe curved to an end at his jaw, but his ears were trimmed over and the back razored into layers. Hankyung pulled at the sides of the back of his hair, pouting that the tags of peroxide blonde barely reached the base of his neck.
"Congratulations, you look somewhat like a normal person now," Heechul announced from behind the salon chair. He leaned over Hankyung’s shoulder, smirking at their reflection. "Be glad a color job costs too much, or you'd be a brunette so fast your freshly tinted head would spin."
Hankyung's eyebrows flew up, not doubting the simple threat. Heechul poked him in temple with a grin before standing up to go pay the beautician. "Is he your lover?" Hankyung heard the girl ask bluntly. He turned around just in time to see Heechul sputter around a very loud and indignant "NO!!" and decided he might as well make the best of his situation.
He slid up behind Heechul and wrapped his arms around his skinny waist, nestling his chin where pale neck met t-shirt collar. "Oh, stop denying it already! You'd think you were ashamed of us or something," he threw in a dramatic pout, playing up the neglected-boyfriend role. He glanced up at the beautician who was standing above them on the ledge the counter was. He batted his eyelashes and stared at her through them, relishing in her pink face. "He doesn't like to admit to our relationship very often because he's worried about what people will think." Hankyung squeezed his waist with one arm and patted Heechul's heart with the hand of the other. "Chullie's actually very fragile."
Heechul had been half-turned through Hankyung&'s 'confession', a mortified look on his face the whole time. "We are NOT lovers!" he insisted, slamming down a check and storming out. Hankyung watched him bemusedly and the girl just stared at the swinging door in shock.
"Very, very fragile," Hankyung repeated with a smirk.
~
Hankyung was waiting for Heechul in the living of his apartment by the time he reached home. Shaking his head, the businessman decided to simply ignore it. He was mostly used to it already, anyways; he always adapted rather quickly.
The blonde stood up and followed on Heechul's heels as the other rummaged through the kitchen. "WHAT are you doing!?" he finally yelled at Hankyung, turning on his heels to glare at him. The other backed up, hands raised defensively.
"I was just making sure you weren't too mad at me over the little episode at the salon." Heechul scoffed incredulously in Hankyung's face, hands on his hips.
"If you were going to be worried about it later, you shouldn't have done it in the first place!" The petite man left the kitchen, muttering to himself. He went into his bedroom, came back out with a set of pajamas, and headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower now," he announced, standing outside the bathroom door. "Do NOT come in here again. Now stay out of trouble; take a nap or something."
Hankyung sent him a mock salute and collapsed on the couch, running a hand through his new hair. Sighing, he contemplated willing it longer again, but knew that would only piss of Heechul. And so far, if he's learned one thing of the effeminate man, it was that an angry Heechul was surely the worst thing in the world. He rolled over into a rather fancy looking pillow with a groan when a weak wave of nausea hit him, leaving him surprisingly drained. He decided that nap Heechul suggested didn’t sound too bad after all and curled up to try to sleep off the sickly feeling.
OHMYGODGUYS.
I'm so sorry Y-Y
I deserve to be beaten for not updating for so long, and then only giving you this /shame
I had a little more added to the end of this, actually, but I was starting to get stuck again, and I figured this made a decent enough end spot for a chapter, even if it is ridiculously short feeling.
/bricked
Rating: PG
Pairing: HanChul, others to come
Genre: Smut, Comedy/General
Notes/Summary: I finally have a solid summary for this, but I won't put it up yet, because I feel like it would be a spoiler. It probably won't be, but this is what I think, so yeah :P
"Heeechuullllll. . .Do I really have to get a haircut?" The incubus had been whining all the way from the ramyun shop to the salon, and Heechul was ready to push him into oncoming traffic.
"YES. Now shut up, and go sit in the chair." Hankyung grumbled, but obeyed. The beautician lady eyed Heechul oddly, and he had a feeling it had to do with whatever Hankyung was babbling on about in the chair. He couldn't help but to snicker, however, when she snipped off the blonde ponytail without even removing the hair tie, gaining a loud cry from Hankyung.
". . .My hair!" he whined. Heechul threw a soft children&'s book, effectively shutting him up for the rest of the cut. She worked mostly with the razor comb, and both men were pleasantly surprised by the outcome.
The bangs and fringe were trimmed with the razor until the right half of his bangs fell to about the middle of his forehead. Just above his left eyebrow they started to edge lower in a choppy, but blended jumps until it touched his cheekbone just to the end of his eye, leaving the soft brown orbs in full view. His side fringe curved to an end at his jaw, but his ears were trimmed over and the back razored into layers. Hankyung pulled at the sides of the back of his hair, pouting that the tags of peroxide blonde barely reached the base of his neck.
"Congratulations, you look somewhat like a normal person now," Heechul announced from behind the salon chair. He leaned over Hankyung’s shoulder, smirking at their reflection. "Be glad a color job costs too much, or you'd be a brunette so fast your freshly tinted head would spin."
Hankyung's eyebrows flew up, not doubting the simple threat. Heechul poked him in temple with a grin before standing up to go pay the beautician. "Is he your lover?" Hankyung heard the girl ask bluntly. He turned around just in time to see Heechul sputter around a very loud and indignant "NO!!" and decided he might as well make the best of his situation.
He slid up behind Heechul and wrapped his arms around his skinny waist, nestling his chin where pale neck met t-shirt collar. "Oh, stop denying it already! You'd think you were ashamed of us or something," he threw in a dramatic pout, playing up the neglected-boyfriend role. He glanced up at the beautician who was standing above them on the ledge the counter was. He batted his eyelashes and stared at her through them, relishing in her pink face. "He doesn't like to admit to our relationship very often because he's worried about what people will think." Hankyung squeezed his waist with one arm and patted Heechul's heart with the hand of the other. "Chullie's actually very fragile."
Heechul had been half-turned through Hankyung&'s 'confession', a mortified look on his face the whole time. "We are NOT lovers!" he insisted, slamming down a check and storming out. Hankyung watched him bemusedly and the girl just stared at the swinging door in shock.
"Very, very fragile," Hankyung repeated with a smirk.
~
Hankyung was waiting for Heechul in the living of his apartment by the time he reached home. Shaking his head, the businessman decided to simply ignore it. He was mostly used to it already, anyways; he always adapted rather quickly.
The blonde stood up and followed on Heechul's heels as the other rummaged through the kitchen. "WHAT are you doing!?" he finally yelled at Hankyung, turning on his heels to glare at him. The other backed up, hands raised defensively.
"I was just making sure you weren't too mad at me over the little episode at the salon." Heechul scoffed incredulously in Hankyung's face, hands on his hips.
"If you were going to be worried about it later, you shouldn't have done it in the first place!" The petite man left the kitchen, muttering to himself. He went into his bedroom, came back out with a set of pajamas, and headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower now," he announced, standing outside the bathroom door. "Do NOT come in here again. Now stay out of trouble; take a nap or something."
Hankyung sent him a mock salute and collapsed on the couch, running a hand through his new hair. Sighing, he contemplated willing it longer again, but knew that would only piss of Heechul. And so far, if he's learned one thing of the effeminate man, it was that an angry Heechul was surely the worst thing in the world. He rolled over into a rather fancy looking pillow with a groan when a weak wave of nausea hit him, leaving him surprisingly drained. He decided that nap Heechul suggested didn’t sound too bad after all and curled up to try to sleep off the sickly feeling.
OHMYGODGUYS.
I'm so sorry Y-Y
I deserve to be beaten for not updating for so long, and then only giving you this /shame
I had a little more added to the end of this, actually, but I was starting to get stuck again, and I figured this made a decent enough end spot for a chapter, even if it is ridiculously short feeling.
/bricked