Couples:[Main]HanChul
Genre: Comedy|Romance|Slightly Smut (when am I be able not to add smut? XD) -------------------------------------------------
The Facts:
1. Heechul likes reading his fanfictions which have the story about him and Hankyung. After reading that, he can't look at Hankyung. (cr: http://angelahong79.blogspot.com/2010/10/hanchul-facts.html )
2. MC (to Han Geng): "Who is your Ideal woman?" Fans: "HEECHUL , HEECHUL, HEECHUL, HEECHUL" *Geng blushed*(cr: @Genghee4ever )
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”Heechul! We’re leaving!” Leeteuk shouted from in front of the door. Heechul rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked toward the door.
”You’re leaving already?” He asked the leader between the yawn, “Who’s staying still?”
”Ehm…Exactly, all members have tight schedules today. But, Hangeng will come back earlier since he has the little more schedules than us.”
”Aish! Why don’t I have any schedule today? It’s really boring to stay home alone.” Heechul mumbled after he had locked the door.
He walked into the kitchen and drank milk. He finished it in one gulp and sighed, “Ah~Morning milk is the best…”
He walked to the couch and sat. He switched the channels until he found a variety show of Hangeng. He stopped clicking the remote and bent his body upward, biting his bottom lip between his smile.
Yeah. He had loved the Chinese prince since they shared the room together. Of course Hangeng had not known it yet. He watched the variety show intensely. He didn’t want to miss any single scene of Hangeng’s handsome face because he just could see Hangeng like that on the TV. In the real life, he wouldn’t show his real feeling to the younger.
”Hangeng-ssi, who is your ideal woman?” The MC asked the Chinese prince, mischeouvesly.
”HEECHUL! HEECHUL! HEECHUL!” All fans screamed. Hangeng bit his bottom lip and smiled shyly, blushing.
Heechul, in other hand, felt like his heart would explode anytime. He gripped his shirt tightly; he grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. He breathed heavily. He didn’t want to hear Hangeng’s answer. On one side, he was afraid if Hangeng would say a woman’s name. And on other hand, he was afraid if Hangeng would say his name. His heart thumped wildly between his chest. He huffed some breath and walked into his room.
”How can that Chinese man make me acting like a fan girls?!” He huffed. He rolled his body to reach his notebook on the table. He opened it and connected to internet.
Having surfed internet about Hangeng and tweeted. He thought what he would do next. He had opened his cyworld. Twitter. And searched his photos too. Then, he was confused what he would do to kill the time. His fingers were stuck over the keyboard and his eyebrows knitted.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He typed ‘www.asianfanfics.com’ and looked for ‘Hanchul Fanfictions’. And there were so many stories appeared on the screen
”Whoa! I’ve never thought that the stories would increased this much! Last time I saw, it was only about fifties and now about became hundreds!” He cheered. He loved to read Hanchul fanfictions. The writers’ stories were sweet and romantic. He loved it! But, that day he saw something different. Beside some titles, there were little red ‘[H]’s.
”What those ‘[H]’s mean?” He asked himself. He was too curious so he clicked one of the titles with the ‘[H]’ and started reading it.
…
Hangeng wrapped his muscular arm around Heechul’s slender waist and caressed the older cheek with his free hand. Their faces were just an inch apart. Their breaths grazed each other’s lips. Hangeng’s fingers trailed lower to Heechul’s slender neck.
”Heechul…” The Chinese man whispered, “I love you…”
”Hangeng…I…I…”
The younger Chiinese stopped Heechul’s lips with his own lips. A soft kiss that would become much hotter time by time. Hangeng pulled away just to breathe. He brushed Heechul’s lips with his thumb. Then, he kissed Heechul cheek, lower lower to the older’s neck. Hangeng nibbled the sensitive skin of Heechul, earning a soft moan from the owner.
Hangeng undid Heechul's buttons and slid the trouser passing the milky shoulder. Then, he marked Heechul’s collarbone with his skilful mouth. The older grabbed Hangeng soft hair and threw his head back in pleasure.
”Hankyung…ahh…”
Hangeng lifted Heechul’s body and laid him on the bed. He crawled on Heechul, kissing the line along Heechul’s hip until his neck. Heechul whimpered and grabbed the sheet. Hangeng knew his beloved’s body was getting hotter. And he, himself, needed more friction. So, he undressed himself, revealing his toned abs to the older. Heechul blushed by the sight above him and looked away.
Hangeng smiled and turned Heechul’s face back to him, “Heechul, why did you turn away? You don’t like what you see?”
”No! That’s not what I mean…I…I just…”
”Don’t be embarrassed, Baby. I’m yours and always yours. Let me be yours…”
With that way, Hangeng started sucking Heechul’s sensitive spot.
”Ahh…Hankyung…nngh…”
...
”I’m home!”
BANG!!!
Heechul snapped his notebook closed with unnotebooknity-way when he heard Hangeng’s voice from the front door. He put his notebook and went outside to greet the Chinese man.
”Ah…ah…you…you’ve been home, Hannie!” He greeted with a weird tone.
”Yups.” The Chinese man noded and looked up.
When their gazes met, Heechul felt his face burnt. He looked away and tried breathing as proper as he could. But, what happened was he let out a small whimper.
Hangeng frowned in worry. He raised his hand and touched Heechul’s forehead, “Heechul, are you okay? You’re sweaty and your breath is heavy.”
Heechul’s eyes widened on the touch and he jumped back, almost slipped. Hangeng held his hips so he didn’t fall.
”Careful!” Hangeng shouted.
Heechul felt his face heated up again and pulled away from Hangeng’s arm.
”Heechul, are realy o-…”
”Heebum!!” Heechul shouted in sudden.
”What?” Hangeng asked in confusion.
”I forget to feed my Heebum…ha…ha…ha…I better get going!” And with that, Heechul ran toward upstairs.
Hangeng looked the kitchen and asked to himself, “But, Heebum is in the kitchen. Why did he run upstairs?”
*
At night, Heechul had settled his breath and been laying on his bed. He was reading a book.
”Heechul! The dinner is ready!” Leeteuk shouted from downstairs. He stirred his body lazily and walked toward the kitchen.
Heechul saw the Chinese man’s shirtless and sweaty upper body, after having a little exercise as usual before dinner, when he entered the kitchen. His eyes became a two rounds shape.
Hangeng. His rocked body. With some sweat beads rolled down from his chest to his abs. A small towel was hanging on his neck. His adam apple was moving up and down while he was drinking the water. His face a little bit reddened because exhausting. His eyes were closing, enjoying the water that filled his dry throat.
Heechul was staring at him with a hung jaw. He felt like drooling.
”Ahh!!! Icy water after exercising is the best!” Hangeng huffed and grinned.
Heechul was hit by the voice and looked away. His heart was beating wildly. He was afraid that the other members could hear it. He placed his hand on his chest and sat quietly.
Hangeng knew there was something wrong with Heechul. The older was acting weird. He placed his hand on Heechul's hand that was placed on the chest.
"Heechul...are you okay?"
Heechul snapped his eyes open and saw that Chinese man looking at him seriously.
Heechul stood up quickly and ran away to his room again.
"Yah! Heechul!" Hangeng yelled, "Aish! What's wrong with that guy? Leeteuk-hyung, do you know something?"
The leader shook his head, "Molla. Please get him, ah, no, just bring these dishes to him. Maybe he wants eating in his room." Hangeng put his shirt on and picked the tray.
Hangeng walked toward his and Heechul's room. He knocked and entered. He found Heechul biting his knuckles. The older didn't notice his presence.
Hangeng put the tray on the table. The voice made Heechul jumped to the corner.
"Yah! Heechul! What's wrong with you?" Hangeng asked. He sat in front of Heechul, cornered him.
"Uh...nothing..." The older answered.
"Lie! What's wrong with you?"
"I said nothing, Hannie! Uh...can you back away a little? I want to take shower now."
"This late?"
Heechul nodded. Hangeng sighed and moved away. Heechul ran toward the bathroom hurriedly. Then, Hangeng heard the water was turned on.
Hangeng sighed and threw himself on his bed. He really worried about Heechul. His gaze met Heechul's notebook. He touched it and it was warm. He might forget turn it off. Hangeng thought.
He picked it and opened it. But, he was shocked when he saw the screen. It was HanChul's fanfiction which Heechul read earlier. He read a little and smirked.
"Aaah. I see. So, this was the one which made Heechul acting weird." He mumbled.
He heard that the water was off. He walked toward the room door and locked it. The smirk was playing on his handsome face. He leaned on the wall, right in front of the bathroom.
With a click, the door was opened. Heechul jumped back when he saw the Chinese leaning in front of him.
"Hey, Heechul." Hangeng said, grinning.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Heechul asked, trying to calm his heartbeat.
Hangeng walked away with his hands on the back of his head. He stopped and turned his heels playfully.
"You know, maybe...I've found something that made you acting weird today." Hangeng sang.
Heechul stiffened, "Wha-what?"
Hangeng walked forward closer, Heechul walked backward further. Heechul didn't realize that he walked into the bathroom and toward the wall. Hangeng trapped him between his body and the bathroom wall.
"Yah! Hankyung! What are you doing?!" Heechul yelled, trying to hide his shaking voice.
"You know, Chullie, if you don't want your little secret to be known by another..." Hangeng hung his words and leaned closer to Heechul's ear, "you better turned your notebook off properly. Or, you can closed your secret website."
Heechul blushed at Hangeng's words. Oh, My God! I'm dead. Wait, God?? Hey, Author! I'm atheist, remember?! I don't have any God! (Purin: Sorry, Heechul-oppa~it was the reflex. So just get over it, okay?) Uh, okay...
Heechul snapped his mind back when he saw Hangeng's smile grew wider.
"Chullie, so...did you read fanfiction about us? The Rated ones?"
"Uh...I...I just read one...uh...earlier..."
"One, huh? So, what did you think about it?" Hangeng whispered on his ear. The breath brushed Heechul's neck, making the older shivering.
"Uh...I don't know..."
"Really? Hmm...I have a good idea..."
"What?"
Hangeng stuck his forehead on Heechul's one, his lips almost brushed Heechul's lips, "How about we do that in the real life? It must be more real, Chullie."
"WHAT?!" Heechul asked, his eyes widened.
Before Heechul could react, Hangeng's lips pressed on his. Heechul kept his eyes opened. But, Hangeng closed his eyes and titled his head to get a better access. One of his hands was sneaking around Heechul waist and the another was on the back of Heechul's neck.
It was really what Heechul read from the fanfiction. Heechul wanted to struggle, but his body gave the opposite reaction. He wrapped his hands on Hangeng's neck and back. The warmth of Hangeng's body was burning him, leaving flames on every inch that he touched on Heechul's skin.
*
"That...hah...it...hah...was..." Heechul panted after two of them had reached ttheir climax. Hangeng was laying beside him, wrapping Heechul's body with his muscular arm.
"What? Amazing? Incredible?" Hangeng chuckled.
"I can't describe it." Heechul buried his face on Hangeng's chest, "But, I did love it. And maybe I will love it from now on. I love you, Hannie~"
The younger sighed happily and hugged the older tighter, "I love you too, Chullie.
There was a bit silence before Hangeng continued, "Chullie. If you're gonna read some fanfictions about us again, make sure I'm with you. Maybe I can learn some from them."
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