When the opportunity to shoot another movie presented itself to Heechul, he was surprised. He was never too eager to pursue a serious acting career. But his friends told him to take the chance and do it. So, he gave his okay.
He was on his way to China, where the shooting would take place, when his manager told him Han Geng would also act in the movie.
Heechul was taken by complete surprise. Until this moment he never thought he’d see Han Geng ever again. They had parted ways years ago and even though they had tried to keep contact, it never really worked out. The last time they had spoken was a few years ago.
He didn’t really know what he was supposed to feel.
Should he be happy to meet Han Geng again? Should he be mad about how nobody told him this before he had made the decision to participate in this project?
Should he be sad…?
When he went through his SNS he sometimes saw pictures from ELF of what Han Geng was up to. The Chinese man looked very happy and seemed to be enjoying his successful career.
Heechul decided to try to relax for the rest of the flight in order to keep unnecessary thoughts out of his head for the time being.
Upon arriving in China, Heechul asked his manager if Han Geng knew that he would be shooting with him. Sadly, his manager didn’t have an answer to that.
He was brought to his hotel and informed that he would be picked up tomorrow morning around 9am. Heechul only made a noise of acknowledgement before he wished his manager and the Kims goodnight and went into his hotel room.

The next morning, he was a little bit grumpy. Of course, he had been thinking about his meeting with the former Super Junior member before he could fall asleep.
His manager drove him to the movie’s set without any words exchanged between them. He probably felt Heechul’s bad mood.
When they arrived, Heechul greeted some people and then was brought to his dressing room.
The moment he opened the door, he wanted to turn around.
There, on one of the chairs, was sitting one handsome Chinese guy.
Han Geng looked up. His eyes widened when he saw Heechul.
Super Junior’s diva gave his manager a furious glance, who whispered “The director thought it would be nice for both SuJu members to share a room. I’m sorry for not telling you but your mood was already this bad.”
Heechul sighed. “Hey Hankyung.”
A lovely smile appeared on Han Geng’s face. “Heechul! What are you doing here?”
Heechul was sure his accent got even worse. But that happens if you don’t speak a language anymore.
The Chinese man looked confused and stood up. But then it seemed to dawn on him. “You didn’t know I’m shooting this movie?”
The answer was only a vague head movement from Heechul. “My manager told me yesterday during the flight. I’m also here to act in the movie.”
Han Geng took a few steps in his direction and stopped again. “Oh…cool. I mean that we work together again.”
The older nodded.
Awkwardness was to be expected.
They tried to avoid it by beginning to change and getting their makeup done. Han Geng also brought his own stylists.
During that time, they rarely spoke. Han Geng asked him how he and the others were doing, and he asked Han Geng how he was doing. Nothing too personal.

The movie was a cute little romance. A noona romance.
An elementary teacher in her 40s falls in love with a dance teacher. The dance teacher was of course played by Han Geng. Heechul thought the role was nicely picked for him.
He was playing the pen pal of the teacher’s youngest sister who needs a place to stay when he visits China. His Mandarin was the worst, but he had already done his best in memorising most of his lines.
The first day wasn’t too exciting and Heechul was almost ready to scold himself for having been so nervous. However, when they were done for the day, he and Han Geng were sitting in their room again, getting their makeup removed when Han Geng asked him, “Heechul, want to visit the next days?”
The older one blinked a few times. “What?”
“Today was so awkward. I thought maybe you’d like to visit sometime to talk. Talk like old friends again.”
Heechul was taken aback by this sudden offer. He didn’t think Han Geng would want to talk about old times. But he nodded with a small smile. “The day after tomorrow I have to take a flight back to Korea for a variety show. But I’m free tomorrow and next week when I’m here again.”
“Tomorrow? We can go out or you can come to my place.”
He would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to see Han Geng’s place.
“Let’s go to your place then. Seems more private. If we go out and fans see us, they’ll upload photos and that could make things awkward again if they’re expecting anything from us.” Heechul never thought he would be this open with his thoughts. But it only proved how he couldn’t deny that he had always felt at ease around Han Geng, even after so many years.
The younger nodded and looked really happy and Heechul could feel himself getting a little giddy, too.

The second day was a lot more relaxed. Today was the scene in which Heechul’s character begged the protagonist’s sister to let him stay in her house. And Han Geng’s first dance scene.
Heechul had almost forgotten how good Han Geng’s dancing was. It made him realise how long it had been since he was able to move his body without any problems.
After work they had planned to meet at Han Geng’s around 6pm. Han Geng had given Heechul his address with a smile and a, “I’m happy we have time!”
The Korean idol told his manager to drop him off at Han Geng’s house in the evening and promised that he would take a cab back.
In the time he had between arriving at his hotel and meeting Han Geng he looked for some comfy, but not too lazy looking clothes. Although Han Geng had already seen him in his oldest, dirtiest and cheapest clothing.
He decided on some relatively fancy looking sweatpants and a hoodie with a denim jacket.
He had asked his manager to buy some alcohol. Han Geng had offered to cook for them. He even explained how his cooking had gotten better since their early years. Then Heechul told him he’d bring something to drink. It only resulted in the Chinese man reminding him that he had a flight back to Korea the next day. Heechul had only rolled his eyes at him.
No one in SuJu knew that he was acting in a movie with Han Geng. He hadn’t told them yet. They knew about the movie but not about Han Geng being in it as well.
Heechul scrolled through his SNS and sighed when he saw some ELF posting OT13 and OT15 stuff. They always posted pictures that included all members but right now it made his heart feel heavy.
He wanted to have a good time with Han Geng this evening. Even though he couldn’t help but feel as if this was just another attempt to stay in contact that was doomed to fail.
When it was 5:30pm he gathered his things and with one last glance at the mirror he left the room.

Han Geng’s flat was located quite centrally, which made them a little bit early.
He wished his manager, who nagged at him for drinking the evening before their flight back, farewell and took the alcohol out of the car. Then he made his way into the house and the elevator. The house had 20 floors and Heechul had to go up all the way to the 16^th floor.
He just went straight to the door and rang the bell to keep himself from thinking too much. The door was opened after a few seconds. But it was not Han Geng, who stood behind it but a pretty woman.
Heechul was very confused and didn’t know what to do. He wanted to show off his amazing Mandarin skills but then the woman started talking fast, sounding excited. He just understood his name and a greeting. Not knowing any other option, he asked, “Uh…Hankyung?”
The women laughed and suddenly a familiar voice came from inside the flat, “Come in, Heechul. Xiaoxi doesn’t bite, she just hasn’t left yet.” Then he said something else in Chinese. The woman, Xiaoxi, waved and left the flat when Heechul entered.
Heechul looked around as he put his jacket on the clothes hanger. Everything was very tidy and clean. He wondered if Han Geng’s flat always looked like this or if he had cleaned because of Heechul. Or maybe because of this Xiaoxi.
Han Geng’s flat was decorated in warm colours and really different from his own. He had been here for barely 5 minutes and felt already comfortable and at home.
On a cupboard were some photos. One was of Han Geng and his family. Beside it was a photo with probably his friends at a party. On the left side was a photo of Han Geng and Xiaoxi. Heechul couldn’t help but feel surprised by that. However, the two photos on the far left were what really made his heart skip a beat.
They were photos of Super Junior and their subgroup Super Junior M.
He reached for them when the sound of a hot pot being put down stopped him and made him look up.
“Dinner’s served!” Han Geng grinned at him.
Heechul nodded and turned around, maybe a little bit too fast for it to be natural.
As they sat down, the Chinese man glanced at him. “Did you think I never think of you? Super Junior was a big part of my life.”
“I don’t know. I never thought about it.” Heechul started shoving food into his mouth like it was some kind of mukbang. But instead of a camera he could focus on, he kept starring at Han Geng out of the corner of his eyes.
Things were awkward again.
The older got up to get them some alcohol. “Who was that Xiaoxi?”
Han Geng smiled again. “What do you think? She is my girlfriend!”
He whistled appreciatively. “Is our Hankyung thinking of settling down?”
The other grinned and tried to hit him. “What about you? Do you have someone?”
“Single as ever!” He sighed theatrically, “There were some, but it never lasts.”
After alcohol was brought in, the conversation flowed easier.
“Your cooking is awesome!”
“Unlike you, I like to live healthy.”
Heechul stuck out his tongue. Then he took another sip of the soju.

The evening went on nicely. At some point they had enough alcohol to talk relatively comfortable about their time together in Super Junior. They had moved to the living room table. Han Geng had brought out some snacks and the tv was playing some Chinese drama. Quite a few bottles were already piling on the floor.
“To this day, I still see that awful picture of us under the shower on fansites!” Han Geng complained a little bit too whiny to be completely sober and took another big gulp from his glass.
“But we looked y!” Heechul leaned against Han Geng. “We still do! I bet you have abs! I bet you’re working out. Are you?”
Han Geng glanced at the long-haired man who was leaning on his shoulder and was trying to look inside his t-shirt. Suddenly Heechul exclaimed, “You are!”
With something that reminded the Chinese idol of childlike innocent curiosity Heechul grabbed the hem of Han Geng’s tee and lifted it up. Panicked, Han Geng turned away from the Korean. “Heechul!”
“Don’t be so shy! I want to see if our Hankyungie did well!” Heechul was definitely more than a little tipsy.
The younger sighed and let the other do as he liked.
Heechul hiked up his t-shirt again and looked amazed. “You really are working out! Looks good on you!” He traced the abs with his finger.
Han Geng wished for the ground to open and swallow him up. Instead Heechul started to giggle. And he couldn’t help but following suit.
When they stopped laughing, the Korean singer was hiding his face in the crook of Han Geng’s neck. “You smell nice.”
His stomach made him feel something between the need to throw up and the feeling after eating his favourite chocolate. “I showered after the shooting, before you came.” He pondered a moment if he should say the next thing that crossed his mind, but his mouth said it anyway, “I was really happy when you said you had time.”
“Wanted to talk to my old roommate. Sometimes I wish we would still sleep in the same room. Or shower together.” Heechul began trailing kisses down his neck.
The Chinese man rested his hands on the other’s shoulders. “We only showered together because you were so persistent.” Now he was almost lying on his couch with Heechul half lying on his chest. Carefully, he tried to push the older away. The warm kisses were making him as uncomfortable as they were making him restless and flustered.
Heechul’s teeth grazed his skin.
Han Geng flinched. “Heechul…”
Heechul had always been very touchy and he had never had a problem with it. But they hadn’t seen each other in such a long time, weren’t really friends anymore and shouldn’t be so close with each other.
His t-shirt was still lifted up halfway. The long-haired man’s hands found his waist and caressed it tenderly. “Hankyungie, lets shower together again sometime. How ‘bout now?” He looked up adorably at him. Han Geng ran his fingers through Heechul’s soft black hair. “No, we’re not showering together now.”
The other crawled a little bit higher, only to end up entirely on his chest, but suddenly his left elbow jabbed painfully into Han Geng’s ribs. Han Geng changed his position on the couch to get away from Heechul’s elbows. Unfortunately, in his alcohol-induced clumsiness his left thigh made it between Heechul’s legs, brushing his crotch.
The older's arms found their way around Han Geng’s neck and he moaned into his ear.
The younger still felt somewhat the need to stop what was happening but with the alcohol and the beautiful man in his arms his mind was too far gone to put up any resistance.
“Hankyungie…”
His hands wandered up Heechul’s sides, lifting his hoodie. When his hands reached the other’s chest, he let his thumbs circle the pink s.
Heechul sighed while he kissed his way along Han Geng’s jaw until he finally reached his lips. He on Han Geng's bottom lip and then slipped his hot tongue inside his mouth. Heechul's kisses were like the himself: self-confident and unpredictable.
In that very moment Han Geng was convinced that he shouldn't allow himself to enjoy this kiss so much. Heechul's hands were working on getting his t-shirt off of him. The Chinese man was not really helpful in that matter, so he broke the kiss and opted for freeing himself from his own hoodie instead. Heechul was lean and soft in all the right places. Then he whined, “Hankyung…let me see more of you!” and tugged at Han Geng's clothes.

Han Geng took off his tee and pulled Heechul flush against him, feeling the soft milky white skin against his darker skin. “Heechullie, it’s good to hug you again.”
The older was desperately rolling his hips against Han Geng’s. Small whimpers and moans escaped him.
Han Geng hard on the skin above Heechul’s sharp collarbone. The other whimpered from the slight pain. He at the red spot in apology.
Suddenly Heechul’s weight lifted and he took the Chinese man’s hand, guiding him excitedly into the bedroom. “If we can’t shower, let’s sleep together.” When he got to the bed, he let himself fall onto it and pulled Han Geng on top of him. Heechul’s hand snuck between the other’s legs and rubbed his bulge. Han Geng groaned.
They were lying half- in Han Geng’s bed, exchanging kisses and trying to get their hands on every little patch of skin they could reach. There was a little reasonable part of Han Geng’s brain that told him to stop this madness right now.
He didn’t.
He changed their positions, taking Heechul on top of him.
Heechul was breathing heavily while the younger played with his pink nubs, pinching them, circling them. He began ing upwards, trying to create friction.
Shamelessly , Heechul was mirroring his action. “Han-Hankyungie, ah…never gonna let you go again…ngh…”
Han Geng’s hands found their way to Heechul’s pants. His sounds limited to soft sighs, a low hum in his throat and incoherent mumbling. He had already pulled them down when…
“Never wanna see that woman with you again. I knew you longer!” Heechul had his eyes closed, his lips, and was running his hands over Han Geng’s chest. He didn’t realise what he was saying.
The younger stopped his actions. His ing, his hands, everything.
He had a girlfriend. He really liked Xiaoxi. He had never done anything with a man before. Heechul was only here for his job. He would be leaving China again for the foreseeable future. They both were really drunk.
So many reasons that should’ve stopped him before. What was he doing? He was ruining everything.
He grabbed Heechul’s hips and tried to push him off his body. “Heechul. Stop.”
The Korean idol opened his dilated eyes and looked at the other with a fiery glance. “What? Hankyung, don’t stop.”
“Heechul, we’re going to regret it. We’re drunk.”
Suddenly the older pouted, which looked very out of place, considering their position. Out of spite, he moved his hips again a few times, inducing some suppressed moans from Han Geng.
The Chinese man gritted his teeth and pushed him off. When Heechul lay beside him, he hugged the smaller man. “Heechul, I missed you too. But I have a girlfriend I really like. This is not right.”
Heechul sighed and hugged him back. “I missed Hankyungie. So weird seeing him again.” The excitement wore off and it took not even five minutes until Heechul drifted off.
Han Geng buried his face in the other’s hair and took a deep breath. He smelled so good. Han Geng had never noticed how good he smelled, how soft he was, how perfect he felt in his arms.
With these thoughts Han Geng also found sleep.