Kangin/Heechul, movie!verse fic
title: the thought that counts
Kangin/Heechul
humor
written for someone who has not choice but to remain anonymous.
Objectively speaking, Kangin would agree that Heechul was vaguely, somewhat, just a little pretty. Not stunning, or breathtaking, but pretty in a way that Kangin didn't really care for and thought was rather annoying on a guy, to be perfectly honest. But technically, he was still pretty.
Of course Kangin didn't spend a lot of time thinking about Heechul's face - except when he imagined himself using Heechul as a dummy for judo practice and he didn't think that counted - but sometimes he just happened to notice that Heechul wasn't the ugliest thing on the face of the planet. Under no circumstances would he ever let Heechul know that, however, because Heechul's ego was possibly bigger than even his own and the school was already about to crumble under the weight.
Kangin went so far as to think that, if Heechul were a girl, then he might have gone after him. Or her, as the case would have it. Because dancers were hot and Kangin liked the way they moved. Except not that new girl in the club, because she was too girly, and not that flower boy either, because he wasn't girly enough.
It was incredibly unfortunate, Kangin thought, that Heechul was one of his least favorite people alive. And a boy with, presumably, boy parts.
"Sometimes I want to punch him in the face," said Kangin. "And his hair is stupid, too."
Shindong sighed, rolled his eyes, and unwrapped a chocolate bar. They wouldn't start any real practicing for another twenty or thirty minutes, he figured.
"You know," started Eunhyuk, "You do talk about Heechul a lot." Kangin pushed him to the floor. No one cared about Eunhyuk's opinions on anything.
Kangin didn't think he talked about Heechul very much at all. It was only that Heechul talked about him a lot - Kangin couldn't say how he knew this, but he was sure it was true - and he was only defending his own honour. Eunhyuk was obviously simple minded, without a clue what was going on around him.
There were times, though they were infrequent, when Kangin had to admit that Heechul wasn't completely the worst person he knew. To be fair, if he had to make that call he'd put Shiwon somewhere at the top of his list of people to forget to spit on if they just so happened to spontaneously combust into flames. At least when Heechul acted like he was God's gift to humanity, it was obviously something that Kangin could just laugh and laugh and laugh at.
There was also that one moment, a lapse in judgment, really, when Kangin and Heechul had been sitting together, looking out at the city, when Kangin had thought that he could maybe tolerate Heechul if they had more moments like that.
But Kangin decided that was temporary insanity brought on by his obsession with becoming the next target of the Pin-Up boys attacker. It wasn't too long after when Kangin just so coincidentally found himself outside of the dance club's practice room, listening to Heechul rant about how Kangin was so much better than he could ever be - he hadn't heard that part, but Kangin had come into the middle of the conversation so he was sure he'd just missed it - and how any brain-dead ape could break a board with their hands. And Kangin, Heechul had said, definitely qualified as one because he was a stupid, blind, boy.
So the next time Kangin ran into Heechul outside of classes that they were both skipping, he pulled a board out of his bag and challenged Heechul to break it if he was so great.
"Do you always carry that with you?" Heechul asked, staring up at Kangin.
Kangin looked down at the board in his hands; he'd had it with him for days, just in case he ran into Heechul. It wasn't obsessive or weird or anything, he'd rationalized. "No," he answered.
Heechul snorted. "I'm not going to break that because I'm not a brute, like you."
Kangin rolled his eyes at Heechul, dropped the board to the ground, and grabbed Heechul's wrist. "You couldn't do it anyway; you're not manly enough."
Heechul stepped closer to Kangin, pressing their chests together, and looking directly into Kangin's eyes. "Oh yeah?"
"Are you two gay? Really?" asked the school principal, walking up beside them.
Kangin jumped backward and dropped Heechul's wrist. "What? Like I would ever like him."
The principal raised his eyebrow, then moved around them to continue on his way down the hall.
"He didn't even tell us to get to class," muttered Kangin.
Heechul frowned and kicked Kangin in the shin. "You are so stupid!" he yelled, before walking off in the opposite direction.
If Kangin hadn't known better, he would have been insulted by Heechul's slight, but as it stood he knew that, really, Heechul was the stupid one. At least Kangin said what he meant and didn't go around kicking people for no reason. Heechul was such a girl sometimes, Kangin thought. Even his cologne was feminine and flowery and slightly addictive in the way that girls sometimes were.
"Why don't you just admit that you like him, already?" Eunhyuk asked. Kangin responded by throwing him to the ground. Panda shook his head sadly.
Kangin absolutely did not like Heechul. Not at all, because Kangin was a macho manly man, and Heechul was a girly dancer thing that smelled like some kind of flower that was probably pink, and they were clearly incompatible. And, yes, Kangin had stopped hating Heechul as much as he used to, and sometimes he thought about Heechul a lot, and every now and then he would talk about Heechul to his friends, but that was only because Heechul started it.
Eventually Kangin decided that the answer would be to tell Heechul exactly that, just in case Heechul had any ideas of his own on how Kangin felt about him. It was only right to set the record straight.
"I don't like you," Kangin said, catching Heechul on his way out of school, and wrapping his arms around Heechul's waist.
Heechul made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and leaned in closer to Kangin. "Good, I don't like you either."
Kangin/Heechul
humor
written for someone who has not choice but to remain anonymous.
Objectively speaking, Kangin would agree that Heechul was vaguely, somewhat, just a little pretty. Not stunning, or breathtaking, but pretty in a way that Kangin didn't really care for and thought was rather annoying on a guy, to be perfectly honest. But technically, he was still pretty.
Of course Kangin didn't spend a lot of time thinking about Heechul's face - except when he imagined himself using Heechul as a dummy for judo practice and he didn't think that counted - but sometimes he just happened to notice that Heechul wasn't the ugliest thing on the face of the planet. Under no circumstances would he ever let Heechul know that, however, because Heechul's ego was possibly bigger than even his own and the school was already about to crumble under the weight.
Kangin went so far as to think that, if Heechul were a girl, then he might have gone after him. Or her, as the case would have it. Because dancers were hot and Kangin liked the way they moved. Except not that new girl in the club, because she was too girly, and not that flower boy either, because he wasn't girly enough.
It was incredibly unfortunate, Kangin thought, that Heechul was one of his least favorite people alive. And a boy with, presumably, boy parts.
"Sometimes I want to punch him in the face," said Kangin. "And his hair is stupid, too."
Shindong sighed, rolled his eyes, and unwrapped a chocolate bar. They wouldn't start any real practicing for another twenty or thirty minutes, he figured.
"You know," started Eunhyuk, "You do talk about Heechul a lot." Kangin pushed him to the floor. No one cared about Eunhyuk's opinions on anything.
Kangin didn't think he talked about Heechul very much at all. It was only that Heechul talked about him a lot - Kangin couldn't say how he knew this, but he was sure it was true - and he was only defending his own honour. Eunhyuk was obviously simple minded, without a clue what was going on around him.
There were times, though they were infrequent, when Kangin had to admit that Heechul wasn't completely the worst person he knew. To be fair, if he had to make that call he'd put Shiwon somewhere at the top of his list of people to forget to spit on if they just so happened to spontaneously combust into flames. At least when Heechul acted like he was God's gift to humanity, it was obviously something that Kangin could just laugh and laugh and laugh at.
There was also that one moment, a lapse in judgment, really, when Kangin and Heechul had been sitting together, looking out at the city, when Kangin had thought that he could maybe tolerate Heechul if they had more moments like that.
But Kangin decided that was temporary insanity brought on by his obsession with becoming the next target of the Pin-Up boys attacker. It wasn't too long after when Kangin just so coincidentally found himself outside of the dance club's practice room, listening to Heechul rant about how Kangin was so much better than he could ever be - he hadn't heard that part, but Kangin had come into the middle of the conversation so he was sure he'd just missed it - and how any brain-dead ape could break a board with their hands. And Kangin, Heechul had said, definitely qualified as one because he was a stupid, blind, boy.
So the next time Kangin ran into Heechul outside of classes that they were both skipping, he pulled a board out of his bag and challenged Heechul to break it if he was so great.
"Do you always carry that with you?" Heechul asked, staring up at Kangin.
Kangin looked down at the board in his hands; he'd had it with him for days, just in case he ran into Heechul. It wasn't obsessive or weird or anything, he'd rationalized. "No," he answered.
Heechul snorted. "I'm not going to break that because I'm not a brute, like you."
Kangin rolled his eyes at Heechul, dropped the board to the ground, and grabbed Heechul's wrist. "You couldn't do it anyway; you're not manly enough."
Heechul stepped closer to Kangin, pressing their chests together, and looking directly into Kangin's eyes. "Oh yeah?"
"Are you two gay? Really?" asked the school principal, walking up beside them.
Kangin jumped backward and dropped Heechul's wrist. "What? Like I would ever like him."
The principal raised his eyebrow, then moved around them to continue on his way down the hall.
"He didn't even tell us to get to class," muttered Kangin.
Heechul frowned and kicked Kangin in the shin. "You are so stupid!" he yelled, before walking off in the opposite direction.
If Kangin hadn't known better, he would have been insulted by Heechul's slight, but as it stood he knew that, really, Heechul was the stupid one. At least Kangin said what he meant and didn't go around kicking people for no reason. Heechul was such a girl sometimes, Kangin thought. Even his cologne was feminine and flowery and slightly addictive in the way that girls sometimes were.
"Why don't you just admit that you like him, already?" Eunhyuk asked. Kangin responded by throwing him to the ground. Panda shook his head sadly.
Kangin absolutely did not like Heechul. Not at all, because Kangin was a macho manly man, and Heechul was a girly dancer thing that smelled like some kind of flower that was probably pink, and they were clearly incompatible. And, yes, Kangin had stopped hating Heechul as much as he used to, and sometimes he thought about Heechul a lot, and every now and then he would talk about Heechul to his friends, but that was only because Heechul started it.
Eventually Kangin decided that the answer would be to tell Heechul exactly that, just in case Heechul had any ideas of his own on how Kangin felt about him. It was only right to set the record straight.
"I don't like you," Kangin said, catching Heechul on his way out of school, and wrapping his arms around Heechul's waist.
Heechul made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and leaned in closer to Kangin. "Good, I don't like you either."