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Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; fingertips (20/23)}

Title: fingertips (20/23)
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !mutant)
Pairing: central Hankyung/Heechul, Siwon/Sungmin, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Kibum/Donghae, Yehsung/Ryeowook, Kangin/Eeteuk
Word count: 4,007
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 fail implied sex >> idk I didn't want to go into it that much since I feel like sudden porn would be odd. Also I wrote this at work and do you know how awkward it is to write porn at work? I moved desks today so that the boss wasn't overlooking my monitor, just so I could write this :| see how dedicated I am (not much). This is kind of late since I've been writing about ZOMBIES!!! zombies which should appear after nanowrimo which should appear after this is finished lmfao oh god.

fingertips (20/23)

"I'm cold," Heechul said for the fifth time in fifteen minutes. He was taking up most of his bed, hanging his head off the side and tossing a ball that he had found from somewhere at the wall. Hankyung, cross legged on the pillows, kept poking him in the side with his toe to try to get him to move a little over, unsuccessfully. Because of a lack of space, his math homework was a complete scrawling mess.

"I don't know what you expect me to do about it," he said, poking at Heechul yet again.

"You could warm me up," Heechul suggested.

"And how do you suggest I do that?" Hankyung noted something down, only to end up with a giant pen line across his page as Heechul moved and nudged his arm. He looked up in dismay, only to find that Heechul's nose was a matter of centimetres from his own. "What the--" he said, jerking back. Heechul grabbed his shoulders.

"You could do it like this," he murmured, and then he was kissing Hankyung, so hard that Hankyung toppled backwards against the wall, his book slipping off the bed to land with cliched carelessness on the floor, pages bent. Heechul managed to move the both of them until they were lying on the bed, Heechul's knees either side of his waist. The lock clicked shut without anyone touching it. Hankyung struggled free.

"Heechul, you're not supposed to be using your powers," he said, as Heechul's mouth attacked his neck. It had become, in a very short space of time, very difficult to breathe and it was scaring him so much that he turned his mind to other matters. Heechul nipped at the skin of his neck.

"Closing a lock isn't going to hurt me," he said. Hankyung could tell he was getting laughed at. When Heechul's mouth touched against his again, he kissed back desperately in an attempt at distracting Heechul from thinking about anything more. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked, as Heechul's hands were now pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. It wasn't anything that they hadn't done before, but somehow, it felt different. Something about warming Heechul up was really sticking in Hankyung's mind.

"Christ, relax, Hankyung," Heechul said, "you'd think you were getting raped."

"Are you -- do you -- is that --"

Heechul sighed and sat up, pushing his hair away. Blonde strands still hung forward, golden lines in front of his eyes. "Yes. Yes, I do want that. But, Hankyung, don't think that you have--"

"No, I don't feel like that." Hankyung reached out and took Heechul's hand, tracing the lines on his palm with a leather-covered finger. "I don't feel pressured. I do feel like a girl."

"Together we make the perfect girl," Heechul said, "since I've got the looks and you've got the emotional range of one."

Hankyung laughed, and tugged Heechul closer by the hand. "I do want to," he said. "I'm just -- scared. Nervous. Worried."

"Welcome to the club," Heechul said cheerfully. Hankyung raised an eyebrow; Heechul didn't show, had never shown, any sign of being scared or nervous or worried. He always seemed confident, always sure of the way his hand had touched Hankyung's skin. Maybe that was the problem. Hankyung couldn't touch Heechul's skin.

"It won't be -- you won't be able to --" He held up his hands helplessly and Heechul understood, just like he always did. He leaned in and kissed Hankyung's jaw, taking his wrists and putting his dangling hands on his waist.

"It's not just about your hands," he whispered, as his own hands found the top button of Hankyung's jeans.



"Yeah?" Heechul sounded, above anything else, immensely smug, curled up against Hankyung's side, head on his shoulder. He'd wriggled into his underwear at the same time that Hankyung had pulled his own on, and then stolen Hankyung's t-shirt. He had it pulled around him like he was never going to let it go.

"I just noticed. The furniture is all moved around."

Heechul sat up and blinked at Sungmin's bed and wardrobe. Either the bed had moved to meet the wardrobe, or the wardrobe had moved to meet the bed; either way they were standing together in the middle of the room. Heechul's chest of drawers had shifted, so all the bottles of hair products had fallen over. His own wardrobe had definitely moved forward a couple of inches. He lay back down. "I know."

"Did you do that?"


Hankyung was suddenly struck by the danger in what they'd just done. "Heechul, you're not supposed to be using your powers, what if--"

"Calm down, Hankyung. I feel fine."

"I know, but what if--"

"It's not like I can help it. It's not my fault. Anyway, if something does happen, I give you permission to make up something about me being stupid, and not say that it was because we had sex."

Despite himself, Hankyung blushed. Heechul curled in closer, practically snuggling in. "You're warm," he said.

"I feel warm," Hankyung said wonderingly, as Heechul's fingers stroked his side.

Half an hour later they were both dressed -- somewhat -- and trying to shove Sungmin's bed back into its place. The heavy wooden frame refused to budge, even with both of them pushing it. They'd left the wardrobe for the moment after it had creaked ominously when they pushed. "This is the problem with old schools," Heechul huffed, flopping down on Sungmin's bed covers. "Everything is old and heavy."

"The school is really that old?" Hankyung sat next to him. Heechul had handed over his t-shirt but was now wearing the hooded sweatshirt Hankyung had been wearing that day. His feet were bare, cold looking toes sticking out from the legs of his jeans.

"Used to be a boarding school for rich kids," Heechul said, swinging his legs back and forth. "Then it went bankrupt in the sixties and the person who bought it turned it into a health resort for Americans. Then it was sold to someone else in the early nineties, who turned it into the school it is now."

"You seem to know a lot."

"We got spirit, yes we do, we got spirit, how about you," Heechul said, in English. Hankyung cocked his head at him, confused, but Heechul just rolled his eyes and hopped to his feet. "Come on, we can get this done."

They couldn't. Fifteen minutes later they were flopped out on Heechul's bed this time, breathing heavily. They'd managed to move the bed two centimetres before they'd been forced to give up completely. "What are we going to do?" Hankyung asked.

"I don't know. This is all your fault."

"How is this my fault? I'm not the one who moved everything with my mind!"

"Well, I didn't lose control on my own," Heechul retorted. "You were the one with your --"

Fortunately, Sungmin walked through the now unlocked door into the room before Heechul could finish the sentence. Sungmin stopped dead in the doorway, staring at the way all his furniture had moved. "What the hell happened?"

"Uh," Hankyung said, while Heechul just grinned. He still looked insanely smug. Sungmin took in that, the redness of Hankyung's cheeks, the moved furniture, Heechul wearing Hankyung's jacket, their bare feet, the way Hankyung's hair was stuck up at the back, and Heechul's windswept looking hair.

"Please tell me you didn't," he said desperately. "Oh my god, please tell you did not."

"Didn't do what?" Heechul asked cheerfully, wriggling his toes in Sungmin's direction.

"You did!" Sungmin wailed. "You had sex in our room! I can not believe you!" He rounded on Hankyung. "I told you, not in my room!" Hankyung pointed to himself, as if to say me?

"It's my room too," Heechul said stubbornly. "I can do what I want in it."

"How would you like it if I brought Siwon back to our room and made out with him on your bed?"

"We didn't use your bed, it just got moved around while we --"

"Argh!" Sungmin held up a hand to stop him from speaking. "I get it. Just make sure that you put everything back to where it was."

"What do you think we've been trying to do? None of it will move."

Sighing, Sungmin agreed to help them, but even with the three of them pushing, they could only get it to move a couple of inches, and it was beginning to damage the carpet. Hankyung cursed endlessly in Chinese before saying to Heechul; "How the hell did you manage to move it in the first place?"

"I'm stronger mentally than I am physically?" Heechul guessed, then sat down on the floor, heavily. "I feel faint."

"Is it your head?" Hankyung asked, hunkering down next to him. Heechul shook his head and took a couple of deep breaths.

"I'm not used to so much physical exertion," he said with a wicked smile. This time, it was Hankyung who rolled his eyes.

"You'll have to tether furniture down in the future," Sungmin said. He still did not seem happy. "I'm getting Siwon." He disappeared.

"I think he's angry with us," Hankyung said sadly. Heechul shrugged.

"He'll get over it."

"You should lie down." Hankyung held his hand out. "Here."

Heechul stared at his hand for a long second, then took it, looking unsure. Hankyung pulled him to his feet and helped him to the bed. "Are you sure it's not your head?" he asked. He'd never forgive himself if Heechul was injured through something as stupid as having sex with him.

"I'm just lightheaded. There's no headache, and it's headaches that I have to watch out for. Now stop fussing, you're irritating me."

Siwon arrived, and quickly managed to set the furniture right, Sungmin watching over him to make sure that everything was put back perfectly. He'd clearly told Siwon what had happened, since Siwon couldn't look them in the eyes. It didn't matter much though, since Heechul fell asleep halfway through. Sungmin found that hilarious and it seemed to placate him. "You wore him out," he said, nudging Hankyung in the side with his elbow. Hankyung smiled weakly. The fact that neither Siwon nor Sungmin seemed to be paying much attention to Heechul using his power should have reassured him, just like Heechul thinking nothing was wrong should have done. Hankyung wasn't reassured one bit.

He was, it turned out, just being paranoid. Heechul woke up an hour later when the bell for dinner rang, absolutely fine. In fact, Kangin noted that Heechul's cheerfulness was beginning to get annoying.

"What on earth is making you so perky?" Kyuhyun asked, reaching out to get a bowl of dessert. "You're beginning to get like Zhou Mi."

"Well--" began Heechul.

"You don't want to know," Hankyung and Sungmin said simultaneously. They blinked at each other.

Siwon tapped Heechul on the shoulder. "If you say anything, hyung, I shall scream."

"Okay, keep your hair on." Heechul's smile had slipped somewhat; he dug his spoon moodily into his treacle tart. His leg was pressed against Hankyung's under the table. Hankyung, it had to be said, was getting used to feeling happy most of the time.


The happy feeling faded somewhat the next afternoon. It was a Monday in December, but the thing was, Hankyung had still probably been on a high thanks to the day before and the usual Monday morning depression didn't hit. In fact, it may not have hit at all, despite all the talk of the upcoming end of term exams, if the receptionist to the dorm building hadn't caught Heechul and handed him a letter.

Heechul stared at it, confused as to who would have sent him a letter, before flicking it over to check that it was actually addressed to him, and that the receptionist hadn't just got him mixed up. Personally, Hankyung didn't see how anyone could get Heechul mixed up with anyone else.

Heechul's face darkened, and he moved as if he was going to tear the envelope in half. Hankyung snatched it out of his hands before he could. "What's wrong with it?" he asked, looking at Heechul's name and the school address printed on the front.

"It's from Be-ran," Heechul said angrily, trying to pull it back. "I recognise his handwriting."

Hankyung squinted, but couldn't place the writing with the writing that he'd seen on the other letter. "Really? You should open it."

"I should?" Heechul's mood had switched; now he sounded amused at Hankyung's expense. "Are you, my current boyfriend, telling me to read a letter from my ex-boyfriend?"

"Why would he write unless it was important?"

"You're making the grave mistake of assuming that anything Be-ran does make sense, Hankyung."

Hankyung shrugged, and handed it back. "I think you should see what he's got to say. Maybe it's an apology."

It wasn't an apology. It was a weirdly worded letter which stated that Heechul should return to Be-ran's arms immediately or he would pay. Heechul read that much before he gave up, scrunched the paper up, and threw it on the floor next to Hankyung's bed. Hankyung bent down and picked it up and continued reading, purely out of interest. There was a lot of vague threats of violence and horrors that you could not comprehend if he didn't agree. There was a sense of urgency about the whole thing, as if Be-ran wanted Heechul to come back to his hometown as soon as he possibly could -- he suggested that it should happen before the end of term. Then something made him pause.

"Heechul, he knows about me."

Heechul, who had been pacing angrily up and down the room, waiting for Hankyung to finish reading the letter that he himself hadn't managed to get through, stopped and frowned at him. "What?"

Hankyung read out; "I have been informed that you are currently in a relationship with another person at your school. You should know, Heechul, that such relationships never work out, since they are not as pure as the relationship that you and I have."

"The man is a complete nutcase," Heechul said, sounding like he couldn't quite believe it.

"From what I've heard, the individual in question is dangerous and highly strung," Hankyung continued. "Because of this, I have decided that when you return to me, I will kindly forgive your infidelity."

"What the hell is he on about? You're not dangerous or highly strung."

"Well, the dangerous part is probably correct," Hankyung said mildly.

"Sometimes," Heechul said, "I wonder if you just say things like that to make yourself seem like some sort of bad boy."

Hankyung was still reading the letter, but there was nothing more to it, just more veiled threats of things to come in the future. Be-ran seemed certain that he could really hurt Heechul if he didn't get his way. Hankyung was disgusted.

"This time," Heechul said, when Hankyung lay the letter down, too calmly, "I write a reply."

The reply was short and sweet, written in Heechul's usual style of being tactful, kind and polite. Apart from Be-ran's name, and Heechul's name signed at the bottom, the letter consisted of two words: Up yours. Short and concise, as Heechul called it. Hankyung rather thought that the gloves were off.

Heechul handed the letter in at reception the next day, Tuesday, to be posted, and they put it to the back of their minds until Friday, when another letter from Be-ran arrived. This one wasn't quite as concise as Heechul's, having three words in total: You were warned. Heechul laughed it off as the words of a madman, but Hankyung couldn't forget it quite so easily. For that weekend, it played on his mind.

Come the next Monday, he forgot about it completely, having more pressing matters to think about. Despite his big push during the summer, and his best attempts since, Hankyung had begun to fall behind again. If they'd stuck to the same things in each subject, he'd have been fine, but they kept changing, so that he was left completely lost while everyone else managed since they had a basis in the subject to begin with, a basis which he was missing miserably. His grades were flirting with failure.

As if that wasn't bad enough, he found that even if he failed his exams, he couldn't stay at the school over the holidays. There would be no teachers to look after him. He had no choice but to return to China and spend two weeks in the company of his parents before he could escape back to Korea. He tried to imagine what it would be like, and somehow couldn't see himself spending any time with them. He couldn't walk into the living room and watch television with his father, or go into the kitchen and help his mother make dumplings. Two weeks in his bedroom would stretch out endlessly now.

"Cheer up, emo kid," Heechul said, the day before the first exam. "You're going to pass."

"I'm not," Hankyung said, sulking.

"If you don't pass, I'll dump you."

"That's not very fair on either of us. Beside, it's not like I can do anything about it. I simply don't know anything, Heechul."

"Yes, you do. I know you do. Stop moping about it and just get on with it. You'll do fine."

The week of exams seemed to go on forever, but eventually it was over. He came out of his final one, Korean literature, and walked straight into Hyori who was holding a clipboard and frowning at him. "What?" he said, feeling like he was about to get wrong for something that he hadn't even done.

"School is finished," she said. "You have to go home this weekend, either on Saturday or Sunday. You're going to China, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so," Hankyung said. He was a little distracted by the way Heechul was dancing with Kangin up the corridor towards them.

"You think so? Hankyung, you have to leave this weekend. Have you even called your parents to confirm that you're going back? Have you even bought a plane ticket? Have you thought about this at all?"

"No," Hankyung admitted, slightly ashamed. "To be honest, I didn't want to think about it."

Her face softened with understanding. "I understand that, Hankyung, but you can't just bury your head in the sand all the time."

"You look like you're getting a grilling," Heechul said, linking his arm through Hankyung's. "What's up?"

"I haven't arranged anything for going back to China," Hankyung said.

"Back to China? Why would you be going back there?"

Hankyung stared at him. "For the holidays, Heechul."

"I thought you were coming to my house over Christmas."

Hankyung stared at him even harder. That was the first he'd heard of it. "That's the first I've heard of it," he said. Heechul looked incredulous, then unsure.

"Did I really not mention it? My parents e-mailed me and said that they were happy for you to come to my place over the holidays if you wanted to. How could I not have mentioned it?" Heechul looked puzzled, an odd expression on his face. He never usually wore it.

"Maybe it was just after your accident," Hyori suggested gently. "It would make sense for you to have forgotten things after that. You're lucky there wasn't any permanent damaged."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Heechul waved her observations away. "Anyway, yeah, you can come to my place. If you want."

Hankyung's choice was go back to China and spend two miserable weeks in abject loneliness with parents, where the chances of him being fed were debatable, or going with Heechul to his family, where he'd spend two weeks with people who actually wanted him there. "Do you even have to ask?" he said weakly.

The knowledge that he wouldn't have to go to China cheered him up, as did Hyori taking pity on him and promising that she would call his parents and let them know of his plans. The cherry on the cake came when his exam results came through. It was, he had to admit, incredibly pathetic that he was overjoyed that he had just scraped a pass in each subject. In Chemistry, his worst subject, he'd passed by a single mark. Still, a pass was a pass, and as everyone else had all done considerably better than him anyway, the atmosphere that night was highly energetic.

It would be their last night all together until after the winter holiday, as Henry and Kibum were leaving for Toronto and California early the next morning, with a couple of the others leaving during the day. Heechul's parents, along with Siwon's parents, were coming to pick them up on the Sunday morning to take them home on the Sunday afternoon. Something in Hankyung's stomach kept twisting, but it was a rather pleasant feeling.

"Excitement," Heechul remarked when Hankyung described it. Pleasant feeling or not, he didn't want to die in his sleep because of some previously undiagnosed condition. "Hell, Hankyung, you're only coming to my house for a couple of weeks."

"It is exciting! No one has ever wanted me to -- live with them before."

"I don't think you realise how guilty you make me feel when you say things like that." Heechul pulled his legs up onto the sofa where he was sitting next to Hankyung and fiddled with his toes. "Be-ran will be there," he said, in a way which let Hankyung know that he'd been thinking about it for a while. "That's the only thing I'm worried about, that he'll try to do something."

"To you?"

"No, to you."

Hankyung smiled weakly. "You don't have to worry about me, Heechul. I can defend myself." He mimed taking his right glove off.

"You wouldn't," Heechul said. "I know that you wouldn't, Hankyung. You're not like that. You'd never kill someone, not on purpose, not even if they were threatening to kill you."

Hankyung slumped down in his chair. "You're right," he admitted, and watched as Donghae snatched Eunhyuk's PSP from his hands and raced out the room so fast that it looked like he'd teleported like Sungmin. Eunhyuk gave chase; he was much, much slower, but he took a shortcut straight through the wall. "Heechul, did you and Be-ran ever -- do -- what we did?"

Heechul looked lost for a moment before the confusion cleared. "No. I was too young."

"Oh." Hankyung couldn't explain why, but that knowledge made him feel relieved. "Oh," he repeated.

"Don't worry, I'm just as inexperienced as you."

Hankyung smiled, as Heechul nipped the skin at his side, and remember the night before, his hand in Heechul's hair as they -- Zhou Mi, in the middle of saying something to Ryeowook, choked. "Please!" he half-shrieked. "Hankyung! Why did I have to see that?"

"I don't know what you saw," Heechul said, with a quick glance at Hankyung, "but it serves you right for being in everyone's minds all the time."

"I wasn't, really," Zhou Mi protested. "It wasn't that deep, not really."

"You shouldn't be looking into anyone's minds at all, Zhou Mi," said Eeteuk firmly.

"I can't help it, it just happens when my mind wanders."

"Kyuhyun can probably help you stop your mind wandering," Heechul said.

"So what did you see?" Shindong asked, then changed his mind by adding, "Wait, I really do not want to know."

Even though it was the last time for two weeks, there was no real sense of sadness when they all parted to go to sleep that night. Sungmin and Heechul were arguing over the musical merit of a song that Hankyung had never heard of when Siwon and Hankyung left them. Siwon cheerfully said goodnight and promptly fell asleep. Hankyung lay awake for a little time, thinking about the holiday he was going to have, before he drifted off.

It was the screaming that woke him a few hours later.
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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