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inspired-by-the-music · 4 years

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Chapter 2: An Arrangement

Ae-Young’s POV

Before I ever left for college, even before my brother, Heechul, enrolled in law school, Dad insisted upon having a weekly family dinner. Ever since Mom left— which happened almost before I could remember— Dad craved some kind of intimacy with us that he could barely fit into his busy work schedule. So it didn’t matter that I was physically, emotionally, spiritually exhausted from the journey home— I couldn’t skip dinner in favor of a nap.

Heechul said unsympathetically, “You should have taken me up on my offer to drive you home after the graduation ceremony.”

I don’t know what prompted him to speak to me. One minute, I had been drifting to sleep upright in my chair and likely drooling onto the white lace placemat; the next, I had to react to my brother’s bug-eyed stare.

“As if I’d even consider getting into a car with you after that drunken speech you gave at dinner.” I stretched as I talked.

“Yah!” He kicked me under the table. “Don’t call my heartfelt congratulations drunken!” When I didn’t apologize, he added, “Besides, that night was the first time I drank in my whole life.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t bite back laughter as he chugged a dark red wine he yanked out of Dad’s cooler shortly after arriving. “I see. So now you can’t imagine life without—”

He interrupted to complain. “Don’t you think Dad could be bothered to show up on time? He schedules these dinners, and he’s always the last one here.”

Yes— as fatigue washed over me, I wished Dad would hurry so I could faceplant into bed ASAP— but I didn’t like to complain about him. Heechul wouldn’t want to hear me explain what he already knew (that Dad likely got caught up in something important at the firm and was now probably stuck in downtown traffic) — so I decided to shrug and scroll through Instagram.

Just as Heechul opened his mouth to tease me for being a Daddy’s Girl, Dad came through the front door. As he took his hat and coat off and walked them and his briefcase to his study, he called, “Sorry I’m late— I’ve told you two countless times the stresses of running the most successful Korean law firm— Don’t worry, I’ll just come to eat in my work clothes— Don’t want to keep you waiting any longer— Ae-Young—”

As he stepped into the dining room, I rose, assuming that he intended to greet me even though I saw him just a week ago for the graduation. He swiftly concluded, “Put your phone away— No electronics at the table.”

Ignoring Heechul’s giggles, which were drowned by another gulp of stolen wine, I tucked my phone into my pocket and promised, “I’m sorry, Dad.”

Heechul’s amusement at my scolding quickly lost to his all-consuming craving for attention. As Dad settled into the seat at the head of the mahogany table too large for three, Heechul said, “Don’t be too hard on our little graduate. She was just gonna perform a little welfare check on you— you know, to make sure you didn’t fall in the office like old folks sometimes do. We would’ve come to help if you couldn’t get up.”

Dad replied, eyes narrowing in either annoyance, fondness, or a combination of the two, “You joke about my age, Son, without realizing that as I mature, you do too. Or at least your body does.”

While I howled at dad’s implication that Heechul was man-child, while Heechul struggled to retort for the first time in his life, the chef Dad hired soon after Mom left wordlessly dropped off some kind of seafood. After piling some onto my plate, I picked at it curiously. I wasn’t picky; I was just the opposite, actually. I couldn’t recognize even my favorite dish to save my life, and I knew better than to ask the chef. He would mistake my innocent question for criticism. Whatever was on my plate, I decided, was delicious as soon as it touched my tongue.

“Ae-Young,” Dad called. I looked at him and chewed my mouthful as fast as I could. “Why did you take so long to get home?”

I reddened at the reminder that I had graduated a week ago. I hadn’t been ready to abandon my independence. The day after the ceremony, I rejected separate offers from Dad and Heechul to be driven home and focused instead on promoting myself around town in the hope of scoring a job so I could afford an apartment in the city. Jobs for a recently graduated photography student were slimmer than I allowed myself to dream.

It wasn’t the embarrassment of unemployment that struck me silent. Dad would be proud to hear how I tried, regardless of the results. He would never admit it, but learning that I didn’t want to come home would hurt his feelings. He was a strong man— tall and broad with a strong jaw and permanently arched eyebrows. I always imagined that the criminals he prosecuted trembled at his stern appearance before he ever got to use his sharpened wit against them. So why did I treat him so delicately, as if he would break from something I said?

I had to say something, though. He was blinking at me expectantly. “I was busy, um, tying up loose ends.”

Kindly, as if merely interested in how I chose to spend my week, Dad asked, “What loose ends?”

Before I could answer that I had been helping my best friend, Key, move into a new apartment— which was a half-truth— Heechul answered, “Don’t you know, Dad? That’s a part of how young people talk today. It’s code.”

“Code?” Dad pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Swallowing some of the fish, he looked and Heechul and questioned, “Code for what?”

I knew Heechul was just running his mouth and that it wouldn’t lead anywhere that interesting, but I cut my eyes at him and repeated, “Yeah. Code for what?”

“Obviously, Dad,” Heechul pointed at me as he accused, “Ae-Young was breaking off some university fling, but not after a few nights of passionate—”

I cut him off by flicking some of my fish— shrimp, maybe— at him and hissing, “Shut up! You’re so gross!”

Dad started with a tired, “Kids, please,” and he ended with an only slightly playful, “You better have broken up with your little fling, Ae-Young.”

Those days, I was too sensitive about my complete lack of romantic life. Defensively, I argued, “There was no fling, Heechul is just stupid. And if there was a fling, why should we have to break up just because I graduated?”

“Yeesh.” Heechul stabbed at his food, grumbling, “What a drama queen.”

Perhaps sensing that my temper was flaring, Dad said calmly, “Heechul— it’s about that time in the evening where I ask you to drink quietly while I discuss serious matters with your sister.”

I knew Heechul thought Dad liked me better. Even now that we were both adults— I was 22 and Heechul was 36— Dad couldn’t decide whether to treat us like the children he knew or adults we were. The inconsistency didn’t bother me so much because I loved Dad as the only parent I had ever really known. When Dad would dismiss Heechul’s silly comments, he would whisper something like, ‘Mom would never.’

He didn’t do that anymore. He took a long sip of his wine and avoided my gaze.

“I’ve been thinking—” Dad said to me as I flinched out of my memories. “It’s about time you get married.”

Heechul spat out his wine in a spray across the table and spoke when I was speechless. “Well, that’s sudden. Don’t you think she’s too young for that? I mean, I’m not even married yet!”

“We can’t expect Ae-Young to wait until miracles happen to get on with her life,” Dad responded, and Heechul shrank.

Heechul’s outburst empowered me to say, “Look, Dad, I’ll be on the prowl for a husband if it’s so important to you, but I’m a little more invested in finding a job—”

“You already have a job,” Dad replied simply. “Now that you’re home and Mrs. Choi retired, you can be my secretary.”

Before I could filter my response, I said, “No— I mean a real job.” Thankfully, he wasn’t offended; his brow furrowed in confusion, though, so I said, “I want a job as a photographer. I majored in photography, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.” He shifted slightly in his seat and straightened his tie. “I don’t know much about that field; the law firm has been in the family for generations, and nobody strayed until—” He subconsciously looked at Heechul, whose gaze hardened, but he clarified, “I don’t blame either of you for pursuing your dreams. Your happiness will always be my primary concern— and that goes for both of you.”

He wasn’t satisfied to continue his speech until Heechul and I swore that we knew that. Then, he told me, “I know everything you dream of will come true. If it doesn’t, it won’t be for a lack of effort, and you’ll still have a family who will take care of you. But I won’t always be around to—”

I shook my head. It was impossible to imagine a world without Dad. Just the thought sickened me, so I begged, “Don’t talk like that.”

He strictly maintained, “It’s the truth, Ae-Young. As your brother reminds me weekly, I’m not getting any younger—”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Heechul interjected, but Dad didn’t acknowledge him.

“— And what will happen to you two? You can’t inherit the firm since you’re not lawyers. Then what about your children? What will their futures be?” He reached for my hand, but he was too far away as he swore, “I’m not just trying to marry you off to any person in search of a wife. And if my selection is too terrible, I’ll call the whole thing off.”

Simultaneously, Heechul and I shrieked, “You already chose someone?” and destroyed the diplomatic environment our father tried to create.

“Typical,” Heechul seethed and slammed his glass down. “If you were gonna set one of us up, why couldn’t it be me? I’m the firstborn, I haven’t had a girlfriend in, like, six months, my standards are a hell of a lot lower than Miss Graduate’s—”

“You went to undergraduate school too, you moron! We’ve received the same amount of education—”

“Children, please!” Dad never rose his voice, so Heechul and I instantly hushed. “If I knew anybody you liked, Heechul, you naturally would have been my choice for the arranged marriage. You are older and therefore may feel entitled to own the firm—”

Smirking, Heechul disagreed. “No, I just want a hot lawyer wife.”

Dad and I had learned a necessary skill: knowing when to go deaf to Heechul. He continued, “And I worried that at your age, you wouldn’t appreciate your father telling you what to do about something so. . . intimate.”

Heechul didn’t especially appreciate parental guidance at any age, so Dad was right to worry about that. How long has he been thinking about this? I frowned. And why is he only bringing up now?

“So you chose a husband for Ae-Young just because she’s more obedient?”

Dad wouldn’t release me from his stare as he said, “I don’t take this lightly— asking you to abandon your freedom so I can breathe easy knowing that you will be taken care of when I’m gone. You’ve always been a free spirit. I could see you dancing barefoot in the garden from my study when you were just a little girl. Do you remember that?”

I remembered dancing in the garden, but I never knew he watched me. I nodded quietly.

He said, “I’m not being completely selfish. I never would have brought his up if I didn’t know the perfect person to protect you—”

Heechul impatiently demanded, “Who is it?”

Dad answered, “Kyuhyun.”

I didn’t get to prepare myself— I didn’t even fully wrap my mind around Dad’s speech— I didn’t know what to say other than “Kyuhyun?”

Heechul relaxed in his seat as if he had been truly worried and the name of that family friend dispelled those worries. “That’s not so bad, Ae-Young. You’ve always liked him.”

My heart was beating me to death. I couldn’t hear as I countered, “I can’t marry Kyuhyun. I haven’t seen him in the last four years— and now our first conversation has to be about this? I can’t believe you asked him to marry me!”

“Now, isn’t four years a bit of a dramatization?” Dad shook his head, disbelieving. “You must have seen him at the Christmas parties!” “For some reason, Dad,” Heechul winked, “I think we should trust Ae-Young. She would remember the last time she saw Kyuhyun.”

My heart thundered at Heechul’s teasing. “Why would you ever ask him to marry me?” I asked again; I stood as if that would make the question impossible to ignore.

I expected another speech about how Kyuhyun was the best lawyer at the firm, how he was unfailingly honest and morally upright in every sense, how he had always been a great young man, how he had the advantage of being the son of Dad’s lifelong best friend—

I expected to hear him sing Kyuhyun’s praises as he had done my entire life. Instead, he answered softly, “I know you loved him.”

My affection for Kyuhyun existed since the moment we met— which, I’ve been told, occurred a few days after I was first born— and it resided in the innermost part of my heart, in a place I hadn’t visited in years. To be taken there so forcibly and with no warning was overwhelming. Humiliating. I felt naked, exposed, and embarrassed that I was overreacting.

Because my feet were frozen numb, I slid back into my chair and stared blankly at my half-cleared plate.

Dad’s shoulders fell, and Heechul didn’t say anything.

“I thought you would be happy with him. Did I misunderstand the time you cried to me after the New Years’ party?”

Dad was referring to something that happened when I was a teenager. I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but I have never forgotten the red-hot scalding shock when I found Kyuhyun’s longtime girlfriend kissing some stranger on the balcony. I never wanted to tell anyone what I had seen, but the words tumbled out of my mouth.

“Well, that’s how these things go sometimes, I’m afraid,” he tried to teach me. He ran a thumb along his empty ring ringer the way he always did when he thought of Mom. “Passion drives people to do hurtful things. Even passionate love can leave scars.”

I refused to accept it. “Nobody should hurt him like that. He deserves everything good in the world. And what do I do now? Do I have to tell him? Do I have to break his heart when that’s the last thing I want to do?”

“These things always come out in the end,” Dad claimed as he pulled me into his side. “The truth always comes to light, whether good or bad.”

I never told Heechul, and he seemed to know better than to ask. “No,” I admitted, “You didn’t misunderstand. But that was so long ago, Dad. Who knows what has changed?”

“Who knows?” Dad shrugged. Sagely, the thought aloud, “I think if you loved somebody once— and I mean true admiration, not childish infatuations— you will love them always.”

Then Heechul, who had been quiet for too long, asserted his presence once more. “Wait a minute. Isn’t Kyuhyun, like, way older than Ae-Young?”

Without thinking, I answered, “He’s 10 years my senior.”

“I don’t think that matters,” Dad said. Glancing at me, he added, “I understand that like most young women, you want a romance that makes you swoon, but there are many kinds of forever loves in this world. I want that happiness for you— none of the temporary pleasures and scars.”

Dad took advantage of mine and Heechul’s silence as we considered his wisdom to say, “I hope you both adjust to this idea by next Friday evening because Kyuhyun will be joining us for dinner.”

I decided immediately that I would have to reunite with Kyuhyun before then. Seeing him for the first time four years— as my fiancé— with Heechul and Dad as an audience sounded like a nightmare.

The only way I knew to contact him was to call his office on Monday morning. Of course, I was struck by the complete lack of professionalism on my part, but I didn’t actually regret dialing the number until his assistant answered.

I forget his greeting. All I remember is the terror that seized my body when he asked, “May I receive your name and reason for calling Cho Kyuhyun’s office?”

I stuttered, “I— um— my name is Kim Ae-Young.” I knew he wouldn’t recognize me as the firm owner’s daughter. Even if he did, that wouldn’t explain why I was calling Kyuhyun’s office. There was no option except to breathe deeply and adapt to the situation. “I’m Kyuhyun’s fiancé, and I’m calling to discuss an, uh, urgent personal matter.”

There was a three-minute pause before he said, “Okay. I’ll connect you.”

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appreciationsj · 5 years

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siwon is so used to loves his hyung's antics.

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lunedesangroleplay · 4 years

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Lune de Sang is looking for ✔︎ HEECHUL ✔︎

In a world where magic, blood, and lust are key factors in who gets to be the most powerful, Lune de Sang is where anything can happen. There are two courts to choose from; the Solar Court and the Lunar Court. They fight over power, over land, over humans. In a land that has been at war for millennium, can a truce be reached or will there be more bloodshed and scandal to tear it apart? Which side will you choose?

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spacequokka · 6 years

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Living with Vamp!Heechul Pt.2

Heech: *attempts to check his teeth in a mirror despite having no reflection* it's just floating there but I'm not getting it!

You: >.> stop trying to touch your brain Heech. gotta preserve what little is there.

Heech: *hisses and throws the mirror* Don't disrespect me, you sickly blood bag.

You: I'm done with you. Worst roommate ever.

#vamp!heech #vampire!heechul #suju heechul #heechul headcanon #kim heechul #heechul vamp au #living with vampire!heechul

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de-drums · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 아는 형님 | Knowing Bros | Ask Us Anything Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Heechul/Min Kyunghoon Characters: Kim Heechul, Min Kyunghoon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Slice of Life, Romantic Comedy, heechul is a fucking flirt, and kyunghoon can't stand him Summary:

"I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while, I never knew All of the while, all of the while It was you"

#kyungchul #min kyunghoon #kim heechul #fanfic #coffee shop au #knowing bros #ask us anything #ao3

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akiscribbles-blog · 6 years

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I’m Stuck With You

Pairing: Kim Heechul x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight horror elements

Request: “ Could you do an imagine where the reader accidentally summons a demon (heechul) and when he comes he expresses an interest in her and refuses to leave her alone, even forming a weird attachment to her so they're stuck together all the time. They become best friends and he has a habit of ruining her dates?? An argument and then a love confession?? Thank you so much ❤️❤️ I love you and your writing ” – Anon (Heechul demon AU)

Word Count: 4806

You didn’t know how it happened. You had found an old spell book that was thick and old. You didn’t think of it as anything but an interesting relic and thought it was safe to do a spell in it. A summoning spell to be specific. You didn’t really believe in real magic, let alone angels and demons. But your whole world changed when you heard that spine chilling voice.

“Who summons me?”

In front of you stood a man, his eyes as black as the night and hair that matched it. It must have been a demon. He was wearing a mischievous smirk as you stared at him. He blinked once and his eyes changed to a human-like dark brown.

“Did you summon me?” he pointed his slender finger at you.

You didn’t reply, just stared at him. You weren’t really scared, even though you probably should have been. If anything, you were interested.

The demon stared back at you intensely, as if he was trying to read you.

“You have no desire to summon me”, he then suddenly noted.

“No”, you replied. “It was an accident. I didn’t think it would work.”

The creature’s smirk widened. “Are you not scared?”

“Not really”, you said.

“Not even if I do this?” As he said that, he pushed his hand at you and you were bashed against the wall by some force.

You groaned at the impact, but quickly looked at the demon with same fearless eyes. “No.”

“Interesting”, he said then put his hand down and you fell to the floor. “Usually they scream. Some even pee their pants, but you… I sense no fear in you.”

You slowly got up. “Why should I be scared?” you asked. A sudden realization then hit you. “If you’re going to kill me… then do it…”

“Kill you?” The creature raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re not?” You tilted your head.

He started chuckling. “No, my dear girl. You are far too interesting to be killed.”

“Well”, you began with an awkward tone. “Thank you, mister demon.”

“Please, call me Heechul”, he smirked again.

“Okay…” You were even more puzzled now. “Thank you Heechul…”

“You never answered my question”, the demon who had called himself Heechul, spoke.

“What?”

“’Who summons me?’ is what I asked”, he answered. “So. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“Why would I tell it to you?” you glared at the demon.

“Because, I can find it out anyway”, he shrugged. “I’d rather hear it from you.”

You rolled your eyes, but then told him your name.

Heechul again looked at you very carefully, then smiled. “You didn’t lie.”

“What? Can you read my mind?”

“Sort of”, he nodded. “So you better not think of anything naughty, or I will be able to see it.”

“Why would I worry about that?” You shook your head then took the spell book from the floor that had fallen from you, then went through the pages, trying to find a spell to get that demon out of your house.

“Oh no”, Heechul pointed at your book and it flew away from your hands. “I’m staying.”

“What? No!” You tried to reach for the book again, but this time it flew right to Heechul’s hand. He grinned amusingly.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” You walked closer to him, but he snapped his finger and just vanished. Your eyes opened wider and you looked all over your room, but he was gone. You sighed.

“There!”

You jumped slightly as you could hear his voice right behind you. You turned around and Heechul was there, but the spell book was not with him.

“What did you do?” you asked.

“Placed the book in my shelf in Hell”, he looked smug. “Now you can’t have it.”

“Why would you do that?” You were so confused. “Why can’t you just leave?”

“Because”, Heechul began. “I find you intriguing. I want to see what you’re going to do with your life.”

You huffed. “I’ll just find a way to get rid of you.”

Heechul looked very annoyed. He suddenly motioned his hand at you and then him, in which you were pulled right to his arms. He took a tight hold on to you, speaking in a strange language and suddenly he did something and you felt a stinging pain. You flinched from it. Then you felt him touch the place in your neck that hurt. There was a weird sensation that you couldn’t describe.

The demon then let go of you, gently rubbing his wrist. You looked at it, noticing some weird mark on his skin. You touched your neck.

“What… What did you do?” you asked hesitantly.

“A spell”, he answered.

“What kind of spell?”

“The kind that binds us together.” He again smirked, but it was more sinister.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed.

“It means”, Heechul looked at you, “That you are now stuck with me~”

Days went by and that annoying demon was following you everywhere, to the store, to work, to the bathroom, yes, he was annoying. When you asked him to kindly at least wait at home, he said that the mark won’t let the two it binds together to be apart for too long. You tried your everything to find more about demons, their weaknesses, and how to get rid of them. Heechul would joke about it, almost mocking you.

Then more days went by, months even, and you found him less annoying. He was there for you. When someone harassed you, he made sure that person wouldn’t do that again. When you were sad, he tried to cheer you up. When you were happy, he was there happy with you. Eventually, you accepted him in your life completely, and even considered him your friend. No. Your best friend.

“No, not that one. That’s too tacky.” Heechul sat on your bed and watched you showing him clothes to wear.

You had a date and you asked for Heechul’s opinion. He was some sort of fashion police apparently. He got you new clothes that he liked, which most you didn’t ever wear and wanted you to throw your old ones away, which you didn’t.

“You’ve said that about all my clothes!” You let out a frustrated noise.

“That’s because they are all bad! You have such a horrible taste. Why don’t you use the ones I got you?”

“For the tenth million time; I’m not going to wear those clothes. They are not my style!”

Heechul rolled his eyes. “Pff, fine. Then I guess that pink shirt is cute.”

“Thank you!” You pulled your own shirt off to wear a big light pink blouse. At this point, you were used to Heechul watching you change clothes, so you didn’t find it weird to feel his eyes burned onto you.

“Ooh, a strip-tease!”

“Shut up Heechul”, you threw the other shirt at him.

He chuckled.

You pulled the shirt on you, looking yourself from the mirror.

“So. Who’s this new guy anyway?”, Heechul broke the silence.

“His name is Siwon and he is really handsome”, you glanced at Heechul in a mischievous way from the mirror.

“Handsome…?” Heechul glared at you. “Is that all that matters to you? Christ. No wonder the other dates didn’t go well.”

“They had nothing to do with- You were the one who spilled the coffee on Kyuhyun and scared the hell out of Donghae! And how about that other poor guy?”

Heechul started grinning wide.

“Stop grinning you ass! I liked them!”

“I told you that Kyuhyun guy is evil. And that Donghae guy was very fishy. And the last guy was a strange man talking to his turtles.”

“They all were nice!” you shook your head. “I feel like you’re ruining my dates on purpose.”

“I’m just trying to protect you.”

“I think I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

Heechul shook his head. You turned back to changing your clothes. A skirt, maybe? Something nice.

After you had picked up your outfit you looked at yourself from the mirror, smiling brightly. You looked like an innocent angel.

“Do I look pure?” You looked at Heechul again.

“Yeah.” He raised an eyebrow in a suggestive way. “But I know all too well that you aren’t. So you’re lying to him.”

You approached him and gently hit him on his shoulder. Heechul did nothing but chuckled in an amusing way.

“You look really pretty”, he then said. “Any man would fall for you instantly.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at your demon friend. “Oh. Also, Heechul?”

He looked at you and nodded.

“Could you just stay away and out of sight today? Please. It’s hard enough to get a date when you’re there by my side twenty-four-seven.”

Heechul sighed, but then nodded once as an agreement. “Fine. But if this Siwon makes me feel even a little bit uneasy, I will tell you.”

You wrapped your arms around Heechul, hugging him with affection. “Thank you.”

He hugged you back in a gentle way.

Then. Your doorbell rang.

“Oh, that must be him!” You let go of Heechul and then nearly ran to the door. You checked yourself quickly to see if you looked good, then you opened the door. Behind it stood a tall man, with short black hair, brown eyes and a charming smile. He was wearing a casual, but clean suit. You flashed him a smile.

“Siwon.”

“Hello, my dear.”

Heechul was standing behind a wall, listening to your conversation carefully. He huffed loudly. “’My dear…’ Cheesy ass.”

You ignored your friend’s words, hoping Siwon wouldn’t hear him.

“Are you ready to go?” Siwon asked you. You nodded your head.

“Let’s go. You look beautiful.”

Heechul coughed. “You’re trying too hard.”

You took a deep breath, hoping Heechul could read your mind as you were cursing him back to Hell right at that moment, but then you smiled at your date, ignoring your friend again.

“Thank you… You look really handsome yourself.” You bit your bottom lip and took Siwon’s hand as he led you out of your apartment, closing the door behind.

Siwon led you to his car, a fancy one that looked new and expensive. You admired it. “This is your car?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Then sit inside, my lady”, Siwon opened the car door for you. You sat on the passenger’s seat and he closed the door, then hurried to the driver’s side. He sat down and closed the door, putting on the seatbelt. You did as he did and then he started the car and drove away.

Soon Siwon’s car appeared in front of a fancy restaurant. He got out of the car and quickly made his way to the side you were sitting on so he could open the car door for you. You got out and smiled widely for him.

“You are such a gentleman…”

“For my lady.”

You blushed faintly, then looked up to see the restaurant. Your eyes widened. It looked so expensive and so fancy. You weren’t even inside and already you felt out of place.

“Oh no. You should have said we were going on here, I would’ve put something more beautiful…”

Siwon chuckled in an affectionate way. “You’re already beautiful. It’s okay, they don’t have strict dress code. I prefer you wear what you like, and not what you think you should be wearing.”

“Why are you so sweet?” you asked him. He laughed again.

“I like sweets more”, he joked. You chuckled at his bad, but adorable joke.

“Shall we?” Siwon offered his arm to you.

You hooked yours around his and let him lead you inside the building. Everything looked so clean and expensive. Beautiful chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling and all tables had pure white cloths on them with some gold decoration. Everyone in were wearing beautiful dresses and nice suits. You felt so out of place.

“Welcome sir”, the waiter greeted you two.

“Hello. I have a table under the name of ‘Choi’”, Siwon bowed slightly.

“Ah yes! Mister Choi. Here, it’s this way”, the waiter bowed and gestured at an empty table near a wall, then led you to it.

As you got there, Siwon immediately pulled a chair for you.

“Oh, thank you”, you sat down.

Siwon quickly took a seat opposite you and sat down, and then the waiter gave you both the menus. You looked at the weird names which all had high prices.

“This… I can’t afford these…” you spoke softly.

“I’ll pay”, Siwon said. “So, pick anything you like.”

You tried to protest, but decided not to. You looked at all the options, but everything seemed too much. Eventually you picked something with beef.

“Do you want wine, sir?” the waiter asked.

“Yes, I’ll take that 1987 red, please”, Siwon answered.

The waiter nodded and took your menus, then went away to the back.

Soon after, the wine was brought to your table and the waiter poured the red liquid on Siwon’s and your glasses. Siwon swirled the liquid in the glass for a moment, then took a sniff.

“Aah. This is a really good wine. One of my favorites, actually”, he took a sip of it. You grabbed your glass and simply drank from it straight.

“Isn’t it good?” he asked.

“Um.. Yeah, sure”, you answered. You couldn’t really tell a difference between it and the cheaper ones you drank yourself sometimes.

“Are you okay?” Siwon reached his hand across the table, his finger gently brushing your hand.

“Y-yeah”, your eyes sifted all over the place. “I’m just not used to places like this… I feel like everyone is watching me.”

Siwon smiled at you in an understanding way. He then placed his hand on top of yours. “Even if they are, you shouldn’t care”, he spoke calmly. “In my eyes, you are more beautiful than any of these women wearing expensive dresses and jewelry. You are you, and that is what makes you beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated up, but as you were about to say something, Siwon’s wineglass dropped onto the floor. Both of your attention went to it, and then, your own wineglass seemed to fly out of your hand to the table. The red liquid stained the white cloth.

“Oh my god!” you stood up from your seat, then the waiter came back. He looked at you with judging eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” you bowed deep.

“It’s okay”, Siwon stood up too and walked beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder. He then turned to face the waiter. “I’ll pay for the damage.”

The waiter nodded and went back to where he came from.

“I’m sorry…” you spoke quietly.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just wine”, Siwon gently brushed some of your hair away from your face and smiled that gentle smile.

“I didn’t even… What happened?” you looked at the man in confusion. He looked at the wine glasses, just as confused as you.

“I don’t know… I must have accidentally hit the glass and then you got so startled by it, that you dropped yours.”

It seemed plausible, but you don’t remember Siwon hitting his glass. You looked around the restaurant, trying to find some certain someone. You looked at each table, each corner, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Heechul I swear if that was you…” you spoke under your breath.

“Hm?” Siwon took his attention back to you.

“Oh, nothing”, you bit your lip.

The waiter came back with a clean cloth and other waiters took the old one away, someone then cleaned the shattered wineglass off the floor. As the cloth was back on the table and new glasses were brought for you, you and Siwon sat back down.

Siwon was about to grab the wine bottle, but you quickly raised your hand up.

“No, let me.”

Siwon looked surprised, but nodded once and let you continue.

You smiled at him, then slowly reached your hand to get the wine, but as you were doing so, the bottle moved. You didn’t even touch it. Your eyes widened when you realized that it went at Siwon. It suddenly fell and the wine splashed onto his white shirt and his suit.

Siwon stood up really quickly, backing away as the red liquid was dropping down to the floor. You jumped up from your seat and nearly ran to his side.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t even- I-“

“Calm down”, Siwon looked at you. “It’s okay.”

“B-but your suit! It’s ruined!”

“I got other suits”, he explained with a clam tone. “This was one of the cheapest ones.”

“Still…” You looked up at him. “Let’s go clean you up a bit?”

Before Siwon could say anything, you grabbed his hand and pulled him with you to the restrooms. You went in and then walked over to grab some paper towels. Siwon followed, taking off his suit jacket for a while. You gently brought your hand to the wet part of his shirt, and patted the paper on it. It soaked with the wine fast. You sighed.

“I’m really sorry…” You spoke with a soft tone. “I ruined this date…”

“No, you didn’t”, Siwon flashed you a caring smile. “These things happen.”

You nodded slowly and kept drying him up, even though the shirt was pretty much already ruined at this point. As you did so, you noticed a necklace on Siwon’s neck. It was a silver cross, shiny and looked like it was taken care of.

“Is that a cross?” you asked him.

“This?” Siwon gently touched his necklace. “Yes. I wear it at all times. It is very dear to me.”

You smiled. “Are you religious?”

“Yes, I am”, he nodded. “I find comfort in God. Whenever I’m in distress, I ask for His guidance.”

“I don’t really believe in that kind of stuff”, you said hesitantly.

Siwon smiled. “That is okay. God doesn’t discriminate, and I don’t either. If you do not believe in what I do, that is okay with me.”

“Then do you believe in Hell?”

A sudden familiar voice could be heard right where the door was. Siwon turned to the direction of the voice and you tried to see over him who it was. Your eyes widened when you saw Heechul standing there, a rather evil smirk on his lips and eyes mischievous.

“Excuse me?” Siwon asked.

“Easy question. Should be easy to answer”, Heechul voice was filled with smug.

“Well”, Siwon began, “I do. Like I believe in Heaven.”

“And you believe in angels?” Heechul walked closer to the two of you.

“Of course I do.”

“And”, Heechul paused for a second, “Demons?”

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but if you could kindly stop harassing me and my date-“

“I am Kim Heechul”, Heechul stood right in front of Siwon, and even though he was slightly shorter, he looked very intimating. “And she’s not yours.” As he said that, he blinked, and his eyes had turned black. Siwon stared at him in shock.

Siwon touched his necklace, determination filling his eyes. “A demon!”

He went in front of you, trying to protect you.

Heechul laughed in a sinister way. “You think that little junk is going to protect you? Oh no, pretty boy. Nothing is-“

Before he could finish, you had stepped out behind Siwon and splashed holy water at your friend’s face, making him scream in pain as his face was burning.

“I can’t believe you!” you yelled at the demon. “You promised, Heechul! You said you would stay away! The wine I forgive, but this? No way!”

You grabbed the hand of very puzzled Siwon and dragged him out of the rest room, leaving Heechul groaning on the floor. You took your date out of the restaurant completely and stood in front of his car.

“What did just..?” Siwon scratched his head.

“Just take me home”, you answered and so the tall man unlocked his vehicle, so you could get inside. He was about to ask you something, but you just glared at him, so he decided against it and drove back at your place.

The whole way there, you were quiet. You were angry. At Heechul, even at Siwon for some reason. You just wanted to go home. Siwon knew better not to talk either as he drove, then shortly stopping in front of your home.

“Thanks”, you said and got out of the car.

“Wait!” Siwon got out as well and hurried to you.

“What?” you stared at the man. He looked concerned.

“You… Can I call you later?”

You raised both of your eyebrows. “You want to call me, even after that?”

“I do”, he showed you a gentle smile. “It’s not your fault that, that creature-“

“Heechul”, you spoke. “His name is Heechul.”

“You sound like you like him.”

“He’s my friend”, you sighed. “Or was. Now I hate him.”

Siwon chuckled. “You don’t hate him. I can tell.”

You sighed deeply once again. “He’s impossible!”

“But”, the gentleman placed his hand on your cheek. “If he’s really your friend, then you could never truly hate him.”

You stared at him with a puzzled look. “Why are you so kind? You just met a demon!”

“A demon that is very important to you”, Siwon spoke. “I said I don’t discriminate. If you like him, then he must be good in some way.”

“Yeah he is… But he’s still an annoying ass.”

“Go then”, Siwon let go of you. “Don’t hold on to this anger for too long.”

You nodded once. “Thank you Siwon.”

“No problem.”

Before you could walk too far, you stopped and called out for Siwon again. “Please, could you keep the knowledge of Heechul’s real form a secret? People wouldn’t take it as lightly as you.”

“Of course”, he placed his finger on his lips and winked. “I’ll take this secret down with me to my grave.”

You chuckled. “See you around.”

And with that, you turned back around and walked inside home.

Heechul was already there, as you assumed. He was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. You walked past him without saying a word.

“Why did you do it?” you heard him ask.

“Do what?” you asked half-heartedly while you walked away.

“Throw holy water at me”, Heechul was now right behind you. “It fucking hurt!”

“Well so did you breaking your promise!” you shouted, looking at him.

“I did what was best for you-!”

“I asked nicely! And you promised!” you stared at him with angry eyes. “If you didn’t like him, then you could have waited and told me. I would have listened! But now? No. He wants to call me, and I will answer when he does.”

Heechul’s eyes widened. “He… He what?”

“He wants to see me again”, you answered. “He isn’t afraid of you.”

Heechul bit his bottom lip and turned a little. He looked distressed.

“What? Are you mad your plan didn’t work?”

“No… I mean… I could do so much to him, isn’t he afraid even a little bit?”

“No, he isn’t”, you smirked. “He is a man of God, after all.”

“Damn him…” Heechul huffed. “But, you shouldn’t see him anymore!”

“Why!?” you raised your voice once again. You were getting frustrated. “Why have you been sabotaging my dates!?”

He was silent, looking away from you.

“Answer me!”

“Because I love you!”

You stopped your movements, staring at Heechul with shocked eyes.

“What…? What did you say?”

“I love you, okay?” Heechul turned his back on you as he sighed.

“You… Love me?” You couldn’t believe his words.

“Yes. I do.” Then he looked at you again. “I ruined your dates, because I was jealous. I couldn’t bear the thought of you holding hands with another man, hugging another man, kissing another man…”

You kept quiet as you let him speak.

“… Making love to another man”, he bit his lip. “Anything. Since I’ve been wanting to be that man for a while.”

“Heechul…”

“No”, he interrupted you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. Those other dates were not as bad. I imagined you would end up breaking up with them anyway. But today, when I saw that Siwon treat you so well… When I saw you smiling and laughing like that, because of him, it made my blood boil. I thought ‘I should be the one to make her smile and laugh! Why hasn’t she ever smiled like that to me?’ When I heard he was religious, I thought it would be easier to scare him if I showed him my true self, but… I guess that didn’t help and now I ruined everything.”

You sighed deep, taking your eyes down from the demon.

“So. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. You don’t like me. And besides, I am a demon and you are a human. It wouldn’t work. You’ll die eventually and go to Heaven. You’ll become and angel, and well, that’s when I definitely can’t be with you.”

He suddenly punched the wall. “Aish! Why am I so stupid!?

You raised your gaze back at him. “You are not stupid, Heechul.”

“I am”, he said bluntly. “Why would I ever think a beautiful creature like you, would ever love a monster like me…?”

“You are not a monster”, you took a step closer to him. “You are a kind demon… You didn’t kill me, for example. Or any of my dates!”

He chuckled humorlessly.

“Heechul”, you hesitated for a moment, before you spoke: “I love you too.”

And there it was, the words Heechul always wanted to hear, but never did. He turned around to you once again, his eyes wide as could be. He narrowed his eyes and stared at you the way he did when he tried to read your mind. Then, his eyes opened again.

“You… You mean that…?” he almost asked, he knew what he saw, but he didn’t believe it.

“I do”, you suddenly wrapped your arms around him. “I love you.”

“How-? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you pulled back to look at his face. “I never thought a cool demon like you, would ever love a boring human like me.”

You two were quiet for a while, neither of you saying a word or looking at each other, until you let out a small laugh. Heechul’s attention went to you.

“What?” he asked.

“You think I’ll go to Heaven and become an angel?” you looked at him, smiling.

“Well, isn’t it obvious”, Heechul raised an eyebrow.

“I was sure I was going to Hell”, you nodded to yourself.

Your demon friend chuckled. “Oh no. You’ve lived a blessed life.”

You looked even more confused.

“Long story…” He scratched his head. “So… You said you loved me? Does this mean-?”

“That we both feel the same way for each other.”

You looked at Heechul, there was hope in his eyes. He smiled ever so slightly, when the realization hit him.

“Weird”, he said to himself. You raised your eyebrow.

“What is?”

“I never saw your feelings for me when I had a peak in your mind.”

“Oh that”, you smirked in amusement. “I learned a way to hide certain thoughts from demons while I was looking for information of them.”

“What?” Heechul seemed genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. Are you shocked?” You smiled in a proud and smug way. “And you joked about my dedication for research!”

The demon shook his head. “I guess you are smarter than I thought.”

You smirked smugly. “Damn right.”

“Hey”, Heechul started. “So what does this mean? I mean, you are still a human… You will get old and die, and I’ll stay the same. Even the spell won’t work for age.”

“Well, about that”, you looked in your drawer and picked up your notes. “I researched about that spell and it says that we’ll be bind together. Forever. So even if I die, we can’t be apart from each other.”

“You…” Heechul looked amazed. “I love you so much.”

You laughed in an adoring way. “Wow. Calm down Romeo.”

“Wait. What does that mean, though?” Heechul scratched his head. “So, if you become an angel, or anything else, we can still be together?”

You nodded slowly, showing a loving smile. Then you took a step closer to him. He gazed at you intensely. You placed your hand on his cheek and gently pressed your lips to his, for a few seconds. He kissed you back, even if he seemed a bit taken aback.

You leaned away and looked at Heechul straight to his eyes.

“As you said. I’m stuck with you.”

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ninistearoom · 6 years

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twitter au. pt 1 and 2

baekhyun is trying to shade; kris is not having any of the befoolery

- just a joke

#byun baekhyun #exo #twitter au #kris wu #wu yifan #ft #ahn hani #kim heechul #i dont know #hope u laughed

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ohyouaremyday · 6 years

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#Kim Heechul #Heechul #Library #librarian #moodboard #books #shout out to the youxidol discord #this is based on a headcannon #ps: its an AU! no spoilers!

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hahcatallena · 6 years

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ukiyo | heechul | 4

(n.) living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life

pairing: kim heechul x reader (ft. bestfriend!taehyung)

genre: age difference, brothers best friend, smut

word count: 1689k

warnings: okay so I have no idea if I could get in trouble for this since the reader is yet to turn legal and there’s smut so… but y'all know what you’re getting yourself into everyone knows that heechul is an oldie lmao (tho I made him 7 years younger, meaning he’s 27… just to make sure eehhh)

PART 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 coming soon!

2:13am and he texted you, saying that he was standing outside your house now and that you should hurry.

You opened the door and before any of you could say a word, you signalled him to not say a word with your finger on your lip. He stood there for a moment, his eyes proudly locked on your neck that was still covered in the traces of his lips.

You let him in and the both of you silently walked up the stairs to your room so that Leeteuk wouldn't notice you secretly inviting someone.

Opening the door to your room, you told him to rush inside. You closed the door and locked it and just when you wanted to turn around to face him, he pushed you against the wood, connecting your lips. You went through his hair with one hand, while the other was placed around the back of his neck. His body was pressed against yours and when his left hand slipped under your shirt, you gasped. He hasn't done that before so it was a bit weird at first, but you let him. His hand drove over the skin of your body until it came to a stop when he found out that you weren't wearing a bra underneath, so of course he smiled into the kiss because he liked that. He started massaging your breast and played around with your hardened nipple.

Flashbacks to yesterday flashed through your mind, when you felt his erection pressed against you once again, feeling even more uncomfortable considering how hard you were pushed against the door.

Heechul disconnected his hands from your body to open his tracksuits jacket and took it off, leaving him in a simple white shirt. Shortly after he placed his hands on your hips and slid your panties off until they were hanging on your knees. From there on you slipped out of them yourself.

Not even ten seconds later he pushed down his own track pants and you were not even surprised by him not wearing anything underneath. Seems like he's always prepared for this stuff.

The both of you moved two meters to the wall next to your door, since it could've been heard if you continued this against the wood. You could feel Heechul pushing his tongue inside your mouth so you gave him access and it felt amazing.

"Do you have condoms?"

"What?" you shrieked. "I thought you-"

Why would you have condoms? When would you even have the chance to buy them and even if you did, you didn't even know which ones to get.

He looked at you in disbelief, slamming his forehead against the wall right next to your head in frustration, mubling something that sounded like fuck.

You couldn't help but feel bad now. He didn't tell you to get some but then again maybe you should keep some at home in the future. For your own safety.

"I'm s-sorry I, I didn't know." your gaze drops to the ground. You were ashamed. Should you feel this way? No idea, but it was not your fault only. "What now?"

Heechul pushed his head back to look at your lips, coming closer to softly kiss them in a gentleman kind of way. You felt your whole body shivering at the gentle gesture and drove your hands through his thic hair, pulling at the strands.

"You know," he said in between kisses. You started breathing heavily at how good he made you feel. He made his way to your ear and softly bit down on the earlobe. "we can be careful." he whispered seductively.

You gasped. Did he mean that? Was he serious about this? He must've been joking because everyone knows how we can be careful ends.

You stopped breathing and when he noticed that, he disconnected your bodies, looking at you awaiting an answer. He must've definitely noticed your nervousness so he placed his hands on both sides of your waist, smirking right into your eyes with a deep stare. "Nothing will happen, I promise."

It was wrong, so fucking wrong and you shouldn't even think about going with this bullshit but something told you that if you said no, it would be over. Over as in not only tonight, but you were sure that he wouldn't ask you ever again, which would be selfish, but you knew how he was like. You knew his character and this was definitely what he would do so what else was there for you to do but to say... "Okay."

Heechul bit his bottom lip, satisfied with your decision and harshly connected your lips with his again, only that this time it seemed more passionate. He moved his right hand down to your lower region and spread your juices all over your folds. "So wet for me." he said in between soft kisses against the angles of your mouth. Hearing him say that made your whole face heated up and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach once again.

He started stroking his dick and placed it in front of your entrance. "Do you want this?" Without hesitation you nodded giving him a yes, so he pushed in.

Other than last time, he pushed in completely this time, filling you up all at once. It was different. You didn't know if it was better or just about the same but you liked it. When he started moving, there was no pain anymore so when he asked if it hurt, you were kind of glad to say that it didn't.

You have to admit that it's weird, having sex against the wall, but this way there was so much more pressure. Good pressure as in you could feel him inside of you even better and god you loved the feeling.

It was only yesterday when he fucked you in the parking lot at the backseat of his car and thinking back on how yesterday you used a condom, you definitely liked feeling him so much more. It felt twice, no thrice as good to have his dick like this rather than some latex in between you two.

Heechuls hands wandered down to your buttcheeks and he squeezed them hardly. It didn't hurt, it felt amazing. He could do whatever he wanted and you swear that you'd let him. No matter what it was.

He kept on fucking you hard against the wall and you had no idea if it could be heard but even if it was, you wouldn't stop. "Fuck baby you're so tight."

Baby.

Your heart almost sprang out of your chest at his words. You smiled against his neck, your arms wrapped around his head to steady yourself somehow, while he grabbed your right leg to hold it up for better access and to push in even further. As he did so, you let out some quiet moans and so did he.

"I'm going to c-come soon." Heechul announced and it was not only him who was close to the edge. You could already feel your orgasm building itself up in your stomach. "Fuck, fuck I'm so close." he added.

One last time, he sped up and that's all you needed for the sensation to take you over completely. You hid your head in Heechuls neck and tried your best to hold in your moans while he was riding out your orgasm. Only seconds later his movements became sloppier "Call me o-oppa!" he literally begged and that's what you did. That's everything he needed to come. And he came so hard, spilling his cum inside of you, which felt so! good!!!

You stood there, still pressed against the wall, when suddenly, reality hit you and you jumped away from him.

"Fuck, fuck!!" you started to panick! "Heechul what the fuck!! You said you'd be careful!!" You sat down at the edge of your bed, tears starting to appear in the edges of your eyes. Your hands found the strands of your hair and out of frustration you pulled at them.

Heechul composedly slammed his head against the wall next to him, until he turned around to face a crying you. "Yah stop crying."

It was so obvious! So obvious that this would happen but no, you had to agree on this.

"What am I supposed to do now?" you asked the older, with your eyes still watering. He looked around, not really seeming to take all of this serious.

"We will just get you this morning after pill." he shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Tomorrow is Sunday there won't be any opened pharmacies." you drop your head into your palms. What are you going to do? This must be a joke.

"We can get it on Monday." he convinced you, still standing in the middle of the room, not even a bit nervous when he slid into his tracksuit pants.

Some part of you wanted him to sit down next to you and maybe, pull you into a hug or something. But he didn't do that. He was not the type of person to comfort someone so you didn't expect it anyway.

After some minutes of silence, he was completely dressed again and then picked up your shorts to hand them to you.

It was shortly past 3 in the morning. "I should be going." he said, looking like he'd do anything not to be here right now, maybe even annoyed. You just nodded, disappointed at his action and tried to form a smile.

You followed him downstairs and stopped when he turned around one last time. "Don't freak out this can happen."

That's all he's said after patting your head with a smile which you worriedly returned. Then he left and you closed the door.

Was tonight real? Did you really trust him with your body only for him not to keep his promise? He didn't even say sorry nor frraked out with you.

So why on earth were you still not mad at him?

a/n: sorry it's a short one but this must be my favorite so far bc smut huhuhu ^^

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