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Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; fingertips (9/23)}

Title: fingertips (9/23)
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !mutant)
Pairing: central Hankyung/Heechul, Siwon/Sungmin, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk
Word count: 4,588
Rating: PG-13
Summary: At the Soo Man Academy for Gifted Individuals, those with mutant powers are taught how to control their gifts. Hankyung has come to learn to control something he doesn't consider a gift, but rather a curse, and he wants nothing else from the school, certainly not friendship, but then, his life has never gone how he wanted it.
A/N: ahahahaha sobbing, my mind keeps telling me to write a three chapter long break up and dnw :( so I will write something else instead.

fingertips (9/23)

The news that Zhou Mi's sister was recovering well after her operation came through the day Hankyung was allowed out of the sick bay, which seemed to warrant a double celebration. Siwon stayed home with him that weekend -- he was not so recovered that he was allowed to go into town -- and the others returned with bags of sweets and other things which generally heralded a party. Although Hankyung still felt tired, he was grateful to them for making such a big thing of it, and felt happier than he had in quite some time that night.

By the next Saturday, however, the tables had turned: Siwon was now ill. It was nothing like Hankyung, just a cold, but it was enough to make him miss another Saturday in town. Stuffed up and miserable, he had nonetheless urged Heechul to go without him. Heechul had been unsure. Sungmin had then decided he could not take another weekend of bumping into Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun out on a date and had said that he would keep Siwon company. Heechul had then taken one look at Siwon's pale, but no less overjoyed, face and told, rather than asked, Hankyung that he would be going with him. To be honest, Hankyung hadn't really thought he would be going with anyone else.

"This is disgusting," said Heechul, on the bus. He looked around himself. At the back of the bus, Zhou Mi was talking excitedly about his plans more at Kyuhyun than with, not that Kyuhyun really minded; there was something about Zhou Mi that seemed to have turned him into a love-struck fool, much to everyone else's amusement. He had tried once or twice to snark back, but now contented himself with violent, rude gestures every time someone teased him.

A couple of sets in front was Donghae and Eunhyuk, Shindong and Kibum in front. Donghae was chatting to Eunhyuk, but hanging over Kibum's shoulders and looking back in order to talk. Kibum was staring out of the window, but every so often he'd reach up and run his hand down Donghae's arm, which caused Donghae to break from his conversation and murmur something into his ear, grinning, every time.

Yehsung and Ryeowook were sitting awkwardly next to one another, looking very much like the two people on a first date that they were. Yehsung had asked Ryeowook out that Wednesday, secretely, but Zhou Mi had soon found out due to their excitement and he'd exclaimed very loudly when they walked into the room, embarrassing the two and gaining a hit over the head from Kyuhyun. Now they both looked like they didn't know what to say to each other -- but seemed rather excited nonetheless.

Kangin was fussing over Eeteuk, as per usual. There had been an incident the day before where one of the first years had run down the corridor and had bumped into Eeteuk, causing no end of worrying as it seemed that Eeteuk had broken his arm. It had fractured a little, meaning it was now in a light cast, and Kangin had terrified the kid by yelling at him. Kangin had barely let Eeteuk out of his sight since.

"Look at them," said Heechul, motioning. "It's sickening. And my god, you should have seen Siwon's face when Sungmin turned up at your room, saying that he'd sit in there with him." He tried to imitate Siwon's face and then waved his hand dismissively. "You'd think Christmas had come early or something."

Hankyung, however, thought there was something kind of nice about the whole thing. "It's, I don't know." He glanced at Heechul. "Don't you want something like that?"

Heechul snorted. "I had the guy who thought that a relationship meant calling me all the time and telling me that he loved me constantly and who thought I should spend all my time with him. It gets very old, very quick." A shadow passed over his face quickly. "Very old," he said softly.

"You think that's what will happen with them?" Hankyung asked, motioned to the others. Heechul shrugged.

"I hope not, but you never know, do you?" He elbowed Hankyung as he lifted one leg onto the seat. "Nobody really knows what will happen in the future."

"A school full of mutants and not one of them is psychic," said Hankyung with a sigh, and Heechul laughed a little. Hankyung looked quickly at the floor, because the stupid smile on his face was no doubt telling.

Heechul was distracted somehow in town, not really aware of where he wanted to go next or quite why he was in town. Hankyung guessed that his mind was on what was happening back at the school, and sure enough, when they sat down in the square with some lunch, pre-packed lunchboxes from a shop down the street, Heechul stopped suddenly and said, "I wonder how Sungmin and Siwon are getting on."

"Fine, probably," said Hankyung, who didn't stop eating because he was starving. "Siwon probably fell asleep, I remember what it felt like."

"In which case, Sungmin would have left him to it," said Heechul. "Damn it, Siwon's only chance and he's ill."

There seemed to be something bitter in his voice, something Hankyung couldn't quite place, but then Heechul continued eating and it wasn't until they'd both almost finished until Heechul spoke again. "We're getting looked at."

"It will be your stunning good lucks, I expect," said Hankyung, dumping his empty container in the bin next to him. Heechul shook his head a little, face tense.

"No, it's not that." He leant in under the pretence of pointing to something on the ground. "Over by the corner, a group of boys. The group where the tallest is wearing a red jacket."

Hankyung glanced over to where he was talking about, and saw a group of around five boys, who looked to be the same age. The tallest in the red jacket had a mean, angry look about him, as he glared at the two. "What do we do?" Hankyung asked. Heechul handed him his own container, which Hankyung disposed of.

"Nothing," said Heechul. "Though I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Right," said Hankyung, and stood up. He was still fairly new to this whole society thing, and all he could really do was trust that Heechul knew where trouble was likely to be found, and if Heechul wanted to get out of there, then Hankyung wanted to too. Unfortunately, as he stood up, the taller boy motioned to his friends and they started forward. Hankyung looked desperately back at Heechul, who stood up slowly, a wide smile on his face.

"Act normal," he said quietly, picked up his bags, and then turned to walk away. Hankyung made to follow him.

"Oi!" shouted an angry voice, ugly in tone. "Oi, you two!"

Heechul stopped, his back stiffening. Hankyung turned back to the boys who were still coming closer, and opened his mouth, but couldn't seem to think of what to say. Luckily, Heechul caught himself. "Yeah?" His tone was bored, indifferent. "Sorry, do I know you?"

"No, of course you don't," said red-jacket, stopping in front of them, his group a little behind; there was a definite sense of them being back-up. He was well-built, around Hankyung's size but looked to weigh double, with a shaven head. There was a symbol on his arm, some sort of lightning bolt inside a circle, something Hankyung saw Heechul glance at before his face tensed, but Hankyung had no idea what it was.

"Then can we help you?" Heechul looked blank. "It's just we're busy."

"Are you two from that school?" Red-jacket, Hankyung noticed, made Jaekyung sound like a genius when he spoke. "That freak school."

"I don't know which one you mean," said Heechul, and then turned around. "Come on, Hankyung."

"Hey!" The guy shouted out and grabbed Hankyung around the top of his arm. Hankyung shook him off, heart racing and stumbling a few steps. Heechul turned around, face like thunder. "You are, aren't you? You're freaks."

"We're mutants, if that what you mean." Hankyung thought Heechul looked positively terrifying, but red-jacket didn't have the brain cells to notice that. "And I don't see what it's got to do with you."

"It's got everything to do with me, don't it? You're all dangerous."

This was so completely what Hankyung had always thought about himself that he could think of nothing to say. Heechul just shook his head. "This is pathetic. We're not dangerous, we don't use our powers like that."

"So what can you do?"

It was an impertinent question, something Hankyung expected Heechul to just ignore. There was no reason to tell any of these people what he could do, but instead, Heechul's expression grew even darker and he said; "My power has a big long name, I'm sure you wouldn't understand it. I can make things fuck you up without ever touching them. No fingerprints, see?"

The boy clearly didn't understand what he meant by that and so changed the subject. "And what about him?" He jerked his head at Hankyung, who looked desperately at Heechul. Heechul gave an angry twitch of the head.

"It's none of your fucking business."

"Can't he talk? Is he so much of a freak that he can't even talk?"

"He's Chinese, you idiot," snapped Heechul. "He doesn't even understand what you're talking about."

It was a clever ruse of Heechul's, Hankyung saw. By claiming so, there was a slim chance that there would be no questioning further of Hankyung's power, the last thing that Hankyung, and from the looks of it, Heechul, wanted to be revealed to a non-mutant. "Come on," muttered Heechul again, and took Hankyung's arm. Unlike with the stranger, Hankyung didn't flinch back.

"No," said the boy, and looked around at the group near him. A few passer-bys were watching. "No, I think we'll show you exactly what we think of you lot and your freak school." And he darted forward and took Heechul's arm. Heechul struggled to throw him off, but he was bigger than Hankyung, never mind Heechul, and when Hankyung stepped forward, unsure what he was going to do but the blood roaring in outrage in his ears, he too was grabbed around the arms by two other guys. The people who had gathered to watch suddenly all moved off, as if they didn't want to get involved. It was understandable, but Hankyung still felt completely abandoned.

"Get off me," said Heechul in a low, angry tone. The boy tightened his hold, and tried to pull him off into an alley, but Heechul struggled and managed to hold his ground for a moment. "You think that symbol on your arm, that sign that you belong to mutant haters, you think that scares me? You're pathetic, a little man hiding behind a cause because you can't admit that you fucked up your own life, you have to blame someone else."

"Shut the fuck up!" roared the man, and he pulled his arm back and hit Heechul on the jaw, who fell backwards and hit the floor hard. Hankyung jerked forward but was held fast. Heechul lay still for a long moment. His eyes, when he opened them, were blazing with anger.

"Fuck you," he hissed, and sitting up and wiping blood from his mouth where he had bit his lip, he held a hand out and the bench that he and Hankyung had been sitting on rose into the air. It hovered for a moment, Heechul's forehead twisting in concentration. The man suddenly looked terrified -- and then went blank, head cocked to the side. The two holding Hankyung also suddenly let go of him. Then Eeteuk's voice shouted out, loudly and insistently.

"Heechul, stop, now!"

Heechul dropped the bench immediately; it hit the floor with a bang which echoed down the street and anyone who hadn't noticed it floating now looked to see what was happened. Eeteuk, Kangin and Henry were all running up the street, one of Henry's hands held out in front of him like Heechul had done.

"Controlling," he gasped out to Hankyung when he got near enough. "Emotions. They're curious," pointing to red-jacket, "depressed," pointing to the guy on Hankyung's right, who had sat down heavily on the floor, "and happy." The guy on Hankyung's left was grinning at them widely. "I can't hold it long, we'll have to go soon."

Kangin helped Heechul wordlessly to his feet, and Eeteuk handed him a handkercheif to stem the blood from his lip, which was swollen, and then generally fussed over him until Heechul snapped, "I'm fine, I'm fine, it was just, god, I'm fine!"

Red-jacket suddenly shook his head like clearing his ears of water, and then frowned. Henry groaned and then the man was grinning like an idiot like his comrade. "Henry says we need to go now," said Hankyung helpfully.

"A good idea," said Eeteuk. "We'll need to round the rest of the school up, I don't feel good about leaving them here with these guys."

Progress was slow in this endeavour until they caught up with Zhou Mi, eating lunch with Kyuhyun in a sushi bar, and he was able to send out a general message to all the students to return to the bus station immediately, by order of Eeteuk. This meant that the buses were so packed that the only people who could get seats were Eeteuk, as all the other students moved to let him sit, and Heechul, who, thanks to his lip and angry expression on his face, was given easy access. Fortunately, it meant that no one was able to ask Hankyung or Heechul what exactly had happened, until they got off the bus. At that point, Heechul said that he needed a few minutes to himself before he spoke about it, and charged off up the stairs.

Hankyung quickly followed, but it wasn't to Heechul's own room that he went, but to Hankyung's, where Siwon and Sungmin were still sitting. They both seemed shocked to see them back so soon, and it took a moment for Heechul's split lip to register. When it did, Siwon practically threw himself out of bed to check on him until Heechul told him quietly to stay in bed. Siwon paused, half out, half in, looking unsure.

"What on earth...?" Sungmin's voice trailed off.

Heechul just shook his head and went into the bathroom. There was the sound of running water, as he no doubt cleared the dried blood from his lip. Two pairs of curious, worried eyes turned to Hankyung, who shrugged helplessly. "There were these guys," he said. "I think they were -- I don't know, there was this symbol one of them were wearing, like a lightning bolt? Inside a circle."

Their faces went pale -- well, it had already been pale in Siwon's case, but he suddenly swung his legs out of bed, and pushed himself upright, before walking to the bathroom, looking a little unsteady, but determined. He closed the door after him, and there was only the soft murmur of voices from behind it. Sungmin glanced at Hankyung. "What happened?" he asked.

Hankyung relayed what had happened in town earlier on, Sungmin letting out a soft exhale of breath when he heard what had happened to Heechul. "Hyung wouldn't have liked that," he said quietly.

"I don't think he did," said Hankyung, admitting even as he said it that it was an understatement. "He nearly attacked the guy with a wooden bench."

"They were anti-mutants," said Sungmin. "That's their symbol. You probably realised where their sentiments were when they attacked you, but it's worrying that they're now so close to the school."

"Exactly," said Heechul's voice, and they turned to see him standing in the doorway of the bathroom, a damp towel held to his mouth. He motioned behind him and Siwon obediently got into bed, and almost absently, Sungmin handed him a glass of water and a painkiller.

"You need a new one," he said. "It's not good to be out of bed for so long," and he then looked back at Heechul. Siwon stared at the water and then shook his head in a wondering way before taking the tablet and curling up. He was soon asleep, and Heechul looked at him, half-exasperated, half-pitying. "Well? What's going to happen now?" Sungmin was staring intensely at Heechul, who shrugged.

"No idea." He winced a little as he pressed the towel to his lip a little harder. The blood had stopped, Hankyung noticed, and he rolled his eyes and took it off him. Heechul's mouth fell open in outrage, but Hankyung just told him quietly to stop showing off, and Heechul huffed. "I wasn't, I figured the teachers would look better on my using my power outside of school if it seemed like I'd been in real danger."

"You were in real danger," said Hankyung softly when they were walking back down the stairs in order to go see the Head teacher.

"I know," said Heechul, staring straight ahead. "But Sungmin didn't need to know that."

"Is that why we went to my room? So we wouldn't run into Sungmin?"

"We weren't supposed to. I figured Siwon would be asleep, I didn't particularly want either of them seeing me with blood on my mouth." He laughed, strangely bitter. "Especially Sungmin, he'll use that as fodder against me in the furture."

Hankyung would have contested that if a teacher hadn't shown up to lead them to the office, because he had seen the look on Sungmin's face, the same look on everyone's face. It had been fear. It was one thing to read about such things in the newspaper or hear about them on the news, quite another to have it happen to someone you knew. What made it doubly terrifying was that it had happened to Heechul; the one who scared the first years and didn't get on with most of the other years. Heechul, the one who no one had ever thought would be at risk.

The result of this noriety was that when they came out of the office -- Heechul had got off lightly after it was decided he had acted in self-defence -- was that Kangin was ready to go out and rip the guys into pieces, despite Hankyung and Heechul giving descriptions to the police. "I'll do it in animal form," Kangin urged Eeteuk. "They'll never know it was me, it'll look like they got mauled by a bear or something."

"A bear in the middle of the city? They'll come straight to a mutant." Eeteuk, rather than being disapproving of the idea, seemed instead just rather logical. Hankyung saw that he too was angry over what had happened. "And then those who hate us will have even more reason."

"I could drive them mad," said Zhou Mi, who looked cheerful.

"A shiver just ran down my spine," muttered Kyuhyun, and Hankyung had to agree. Zhou Mi's look had been completely at odds with his tone, which had been cold, steely, the most serious Hankyung had heard him be. He would drive them mad, if he was allowed. No doubt he knew exactly how to do it and it was with a morbid sort of curiousity that Hankyung asked how as they walked to one of the common rooms.

"Make them hear voices," said Zhou Mi. "It's not too difficult, it's just putting on a different voice in your head. If I could get a feel for them, I could just bombard them with thoughts until it drove them mad." He added casually, as he slipped his hand into Kyuhyun's, "I thought I was going mad, once."

"Really?" Hankyung pretended that he hadn't seen the way Kyuhyun had glanced at Zhou Mi; clearly this was a topic much discussed between them. "Because of your power?"

"It was like it just awoke overnight, and I could hear all these voices inside my head. Anyone would think they were going crazy. I was too terrified to tell anyone to begin with, but it wasn't until I realised exactly what I was hearing that I realised it wasn't just schizophrenia, that I could hear what everyone was thinking." There was something strange in his voice, something like sadness, which took Hankyung a moment or two to pick up on. It was unusual.

By now they were entering the common room. Heechul had curled up in an armchair, a book full of old fairytales open in his hands. Sungmin and Shindong were having a loud conversation about what Hankyung assumed to be a girl Shindong liked, although Hankyung could pick up on no names. Ryeowook and Yehsung had secluded themselves quietly in a corner, and everyone was avoiding looking at them with an awareness that was almost painful. Kibum didn't seem to be listening to a word Donghae said, even though Donghae seemed to be saying it to both him and Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk kept laughing at whatever Donghae was talking about, Kibum was staring at the television which was playing a re-run of a drama. He looked bored out of his brains, and when Henry asked him something in English, Kibum nodded and left the room with him. Kangin was looking unseeingly at the television, apparently still too annoyed at what had happened to Heechul and Hankyung to pay attention. Eeteuk quickly excused himself quietly, no one asked where he was going; he was probably going to talk to the teachers about what had happened.

"It's not as nice as everyone thinks it is," said Zhou Mi, sitting down on a sofa, Kyuhyun next to him. Hankyung sat on an armchair next to him. "It's not that much fun, knowing exactly what people are thinking about you, it makes it hard to -- imagine that the person you considered your best friend actually hated you, only kept you around to see what stupid things you did. That was -- that could be difficult."

There was no doubt that was what had happened, but Hankyung couldn't blame him for not wanting to talk about it. He wasn't exactly eloquent about his own power and past. Kyuhyun's hand curled around the back of Zhou Mi's neck, playing with his hair, and Zhou Mi smiled at him, and Hankyung wondered if maybe Sungmin was watching. If he was, what would he be thinking? Hankyung, for his part, stood up, choosing to leave them alone -- their date had, after all, been cut short, partly thanks to him -- and made his way over to Heechul.

It was obvious to him that Heechul wasn't reading the book, just flicking the pages every so often to give that impression. His lip was still an angry red. Hankyung sat down quietly in the armchair next to him. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, fine," said Heechul, breezy, possibly forced. "I'm fine."

"And your head?" Lifting a bench was not anything easy, that much Hankyung knew.

"Not so bad," said Heechul absently. "Nothing sleeping won't fix."

"How scared were you really?" Hankyung knew that it was a question that Heechul was probably going to avoid answering, but knew that he needed to ask it anyway. Heechul shocked him, then, by saying;

"Very."

His hands were shaking where he held the book; for the first time Hankyung wished that he was capable of comfort, that he could reach across and take Heechul's hand without that fear that held him captive in everything that he did. He wondered what Heechul would do if Hankyung did take his hand: pull it back? Let him? Heechul was hard to read but Hankyung got the feeling that maybe, just maybe, Heechul would let him. It was strange, knowing that.

He wasn't blind, for all else that he was; scared, worried, nervous, inexperienced. He knew that Heechul was at least interested in him, he'd picked up on that much from comments and conversations and the like. He -- admiting to himself was the easy part, but of course he found Heechul attractive, you'd have to be literally blind to not see that Heechul was good looking, but there was more than that. A knowledge that he'd never find another person willing to take the same amount of shit that Heechul had taken; an awareness that Heechul was perhaps the only person who would call him out on the shit; a fear that he'd never find another person like Heechul. Slowly, he put his hand on Heechul's shoulder, ignored the wide eyed look Heechul gave him.

He tried to forget how Heechul had told him that he hated blind people. Hankyung wasn't being blind with this, Hankyung was being cautious. He may be inexperienced in relationships, but he was experienced in ruining good things.

The phone rang once, twice, thrice; "Hello, Han residence."

"Mum?" The tremor in his voice was pathetic even to his own ears. "Mum, it's me."

There was a long silence, and only the lack of a click told him that she hadn't yet hung up on him. After the tense pause, there was another voice, his father's, short and sharp and clipped, "Hello, son."

"Hi, dad." Silence. Get to the point, his father seemed to be saying. "I just -- there's this thing happening at school."

"Yes?"

"It's called -- Family Day." Even saying it out loud like that seemed stupid to Hankyung. They may be his parents, but that didn't mean they were a family. "It's a weekend where you can -- you're able to come see how I'm getting on at school."

The next long pause told him that his father couldn't care less about how he was getting on at school. It was amazing how much emotion could be conveyed in no noise whatsoever. "It's next weekend." His voice was quieter now. "I thought -- maybe --" No, he'd thought wrong, had grown niave somehow. He ploughed on in the opposite direction. "Seeing how you have the shop, I thought you might not be able to get away. I thought -- the teachers want to know who is coming. Should I just tell them that you can't make it?"

"Yes, I think that would be best." No argument, no denial. His parents would not be coming. He'd always known that, but something about the cold way his father had told him made the sharp sting of tears spring up behind his eyelids. There was no excuse given at all, they simply didn't want to come.

"Okay," he said, trying for bright, getting trembling. "Okay, that's fine, great. I'll let them know." Yet another awkward silence, hopefully the last one. "Bye, then."

"Goodbye," and then the click of the reciever on the other end being replaced. Slowly, he replaced his own reciever in the student office. Around him, other students were calling their parents, double checking their own arrangements which had been made weeks ago. He had chosen to do this after dinner for precisely this reason: how could he now go and act like he was perfectly alright? Instead, he went up to his bedroom and pretended he was asleep when Siwon came in. It meant that the next morning when the teachers came around to see exactly who would be coming to Family Day, Hankyung was able to smile and say breezily, "Oh, my parents can't make it."

He knew full well that his were the only ones not coming.
Tags: !multi chaptered, au: mutant, fandom: super junior, pairing: hankyung/heechul, pairing: kangin/eeteuk, pairing: kibum/donghae, pairing: kyuhyun/zhou mi, pairing: siwon/sungmin, pairing: yehsung/ryeowook
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