For Kittie, love Soojin
Heechul bitched.
Now, it wasn’t as if this was anything out of the ordinary—the princess liked to bitch a lot. But this time around, he was just…really bitchy.
“Make me something to eat!” yelled Heechul at Shiwon, who was innocently wandering around in the kitchen. “I’m hungry dammit!”
“Are you angry, hyung?” asked Shiwon, gathering assorted items of food in his arms obediently. “Why are you yelling at everyone?”
“I’m not angry, why do you ask so many questions?” snapped Heechul back, crossing his arms.
“Is it because Hankyung’s not here?” asked Shiwon, continuing to pry. He had learned the question game well. “And you miss him?”
“I don’t miss anyone!”
“I think you do,” mumbled Shiwon, preparing ramen for the redhead. “You’ve been like this ever since he left.” He tossed in the dried vegetables and sauce, and stirred the softening noodles. “You miss him.”
“I do not miss him!” yelled Heechul, fingernails digging into the table. “Who are you to say I am? How would you know??”
“God told me.”
Ten minutes passed, and Shiwon placed a bowl of steaming ramen in front of the older boy and handed Heechul a spoon.
“How am I supposed to eat fucking noodles with a spoon?!”
“I’m not giving you chopsticks—you’ll stab me and lead me to my inevitable death. I’m too young to be with the almighty father at the moment,” answered Shiwon smartly. “Chopsticks and forks can be used as murder weapons.”
“If I stab you enough with this spoon, I’m sure I can kill you.”
“That’s what you think—now back to Hankyung-”
“I DON’T MISS HIM!!!”
“Sure you don’t.”
Kibum had walked into the kitchen to join the conversation.
“SHUT UP!”
“Okay china lover.”
….
“…when’s he get back?”
Kibum smirked.
“Dunno.”
“Shiwon, when’s Hankyung get back?”
The younger boy simply shrugged.
“Just say you miss him, hyung. It’ll make you feel better,” said Kibum, making another bowl of ramen for himself. “Let it all out.”
Heechul fumed and swirled the noodles in his bowl angrily.
After a while, he stopped stirring his ramen, and set aside his spoon.
The two younger Super Junior members stared at him curiously.
Heechul got up from his chair and stomped to the apartment door. Eyes shut tight, he swung it open and shouted into the empty hallway.
“I FUCKING MISS HANKYUNG DAMMIT, AND I MISS HIS FRIED RICE, AND I MISS HIS STUPID SMILE, AND I MISS EVERY FUCKING THING ABOUT HIM!!!”
…
Heechul breathed slowly, in and out, letting air fill his lungs and regaining control of his raging mind.
Kibum was right, that did feel good.
“You think my smile is stupid?”
Seems the hallway wasn’t as empty as Heechul had thought it to be.
The redhead opened his eyes, only to see the Chinese man standing before him, suitcase in hand and a surprised look on his face.
“Hankyung…?”
The man smiled.
“You missed me? That’s the first time I have ever heard you say that.”
Heechul frowned and turned back into the apartment.
“I never missed you—I could care less.”
Hankyung grinned and followed Heechul inside.
“Whatever you say, princess.”
Now, it wasn’t as if this was anything out of the ordinary—the princess liked to bitch a lot. But this time around, he was just…really bitchy.
“Make me something to eat!” yelled Heechul at Shiwon, who was innocently wandering around in the kitchen. “I’m hungry dammit!”
“Are you angry, hyung?” asked Shiwon, gathering assorted items of food in his arms obediently. “Why are you yelling at everyone?”
“I’m not angry, why do you ask so many questions?” snapped Heechul back, crossing his arms.
“Is it because Hankyung’s not here?” asked Shiwon, continuing to pry. He had learned the question game well. “And you miss him?”
“I don’t miss anyone!”
“I think you do,” mumbled Shiwon, preparing ramen for the redhead. “You’ve been like this ever since he left.” He tossed in the dried vegetables and sauce, and stirred the softening noodles. “You miss him.”
“I do not miss him!” yelled Heechul, fingernails digging into the table. “Who are you to say I am? How would you know??”
“God told me.”
Ten minutes passed, and Shiwon placed a bowl of steaming ramen in front of the older boy and handed Heechul a spoon.
“How am I supposed to eat fucking noodles with a spoon?!”
“I’m not giving you chopsticks—you’ll stab me and lead me to my inevitable death. I’m too young to be with the almighty father at the moment,” answered Shiwon smartly. “Chopsticks and forks can be used as murder weapons.”
“If I stab you enough with this spoon, I’m sure I can kill you.”
“That’s what you think—now back to Hankyung-”
“I DON’T MISS HIM!!!”
“Sure you don’t.”
Kibum had walked into the kitchen to join the conversation.
“SHUT UP!”
“Okay china lover.”
….
“…when’s he get back?”
Kibum smirked.
“Dunno.”
“Shiwon, when’s Hankyung get back?”
The younger boy simply shrugged.
“Just say you miss him, hyung. It’ll make you feel better,” said Kibum, making another bowl of ramen for himself. “Let it all out.”
Heechul fumed and swirled the noodles in his bowl angrily.
After a while, he stopped stirring his ramen, and set aside his spoon.
The two younger Super Junior members stared at him curiously.
Heechul got up from his chair and stomped to the apartment door. Eyes shut tight, he swung it open and shouted into the empty hallway.
“I FUCKING MISS HANKYUNG DAMMIT, AND I MISS HIS FRIED RICE, AND I MISS HIS STUPID SMILE, AND I MISS EVERY FUCKING THING ABOUT HIM!!!”
…
Heechul breathed slowly, in and out, letting air fill his lungs and regaining control of his raging mind.
Kibum was right, that did feel good.
“You think my smile is stupid?”
Seems the hallway wasn’t as empty as Heechul had thought it to be.
The redhead opened his eyes, only to see the Chinese man standing before him, suitcase in hand and a surprised look on his face.
“Hankyung…?”
The man smiled.
“You missed me? That’s the first time I have ever heard you say that.”
Heechul frowned and turned back into the apartment.
“I never missed you—I could care less.”
Hankyung grinned and followed Heechul inside.
“Whatever you say, princess.”
