fandom: super junior, tvxq
word count: 173
He's late. Yet again. HeeChul has never been patient, so five minutes past the hour, he flips open his cell phone to begin a text.
Nearly a minute later, a reply is returned.
I know! I'm sorry~~~ ^-^;
Do you think smiley faces make you cute or something? ㄱㄱ;
They work for you~ *^-^*
... Here I thought you had grown up. I'm leaving in five minutes.
The threat is an empty one. HeeChul already sees him coming through the restaurant's big glass doors with his jacket flapping behind him, long legs striding quickly forward, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead.
"Sorry! I tried to get here as soon as I could, but we got held up at practice, needed to synchronize a set a-"
"Shut up." HeeChul drags YunHo down into the booth, next to him, and wraps a slender arm around his muscular one, laying palm against palm and twisting fingers together. "You're paying to make it up to me." Another empty threat, quickly forgotten when the waitress comes over and they give their usual order.