Heechul is irritated more than anything when his hero dies. Seventy years. Seventy years spent pouring through each and every piece of prophecy he could find. And yet the stupid, stupid man disregarded all of his hard work. Fool went running into battle and got killed at the first opportunity. Now, of course, he had to find another hero. What a drag. He really hated this.

Whatever.

At least Hangeng wasn't so bad. After all, he didn't have any false heroics, and he could (occasionally) take a joke. And really, to be honest, if Heechul would let himself act like some simpering teenage fangirl, he could peobably go on for days about how perfect and handsome and a good cook and well mannered and funny and well built and smart and charismatic and completely gorgeous and tall and his smile was so stunning and his fashion sense was nice, too, and he also didn't hate Heechul for killing people and could fight and sing and his dancing was wonderful and---that was exactly the problem. Heechul was desperately in love with him.

And that was definitely Not Allowed.