It's just a melody♪

Denial (is not just a river in Egypt)

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 15:57:33 GMT

Title: Denial (is not just a river in Egypt)
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Cursing O:
Summary: "I don't love you or anything," Kibum says the moment Jonghyun's lips let go of his, and he tilts his head to the side.
A/N: First Jongkey ever. Hope I did okay =3

"I don't love you or anything," Kibum says the moment Jonghyun's lips let go of his, and he tilts his head to the side.

"Mhm," the older boy hums as his mouth leaves butterfly kisses all over Kibum's exposed neck. His hands, already developing a mind of their own, find their way underneath the younger's shirt, merely brushing over skin.

"Really, you should just-" he tries to speak, but is interrupted by a sharp tweak on his nipple. "Fuck!" he curses and his fingers clutch the material of Jonghyun's tee.

He grins in return. "Yeah, was thinking about it," he looks up from his spot under Kibum's chin and offers a generous thrust of the hips; he feels the other shudder beneath him.

"Give up! I meant give up," Kibum makes his best attempt at sounding sure, but ends up losing will power gradually. His legs involuntarily spread just a bit wider, allowing Jonghyun to slip in between in that way which reassures Kibum they kind of fit together.

"Give up what?" the older asks naively and his lips travel higher, nibbling and sucking on the spot under Kibum's ear.

The other groans out in frustration -although he's mostly pretending, he thinks- and builds up the most courage he has ever had. Using his right hand to pry Jonghyun's own away from his torso, he lifts the older's head with his left. "This is tiring," he says in what he hopes is a tone serious enough to get the message across.

"What is?" Jonghyun asks, slightly jutting out his lower lip in mock-confusion, and Kibum wants to kiss it so bad right now.

He wills his eyes away, but they return there, anyway. "You, trying to make me fall for you."

Jonghyun only moves in response, hips rolling slowly and fingers massaging that spot over Kibum's hipbones. "Why would I need to do that?" he asks, and smirks mischievously when he earns himself a long-drawn moan from the other. He can feel him through his jeans and it's so undeniable.

"Quit- Damn, quit it!" Kibum manages to hiss a few moments later, his breathing jagged and tufts sticking to his forehead. He didn't really mean it, on second thought, but he'd guess it's the faux-pride in him that pushed the words out of his mouth.

Jonghyun abruptly seizes all movements and gets on fours, hovering over the boy. He stares down at him for a minute until he smiles that smile, and the glint in his eyes warns Kibum.

"Fine," he says plainly.

Kibum is lost. "Fine?"

Jonghyun nods and Kibum watches as the other's faint muscles flex under his clothes, helping him off the bed.

He lays there limply. "That's it?"

"You wanted something more?" the vocalist asks as he fully stands up, hands smoothing over his shirt and trousers; fixing random strands of hair.

"No," he trails off and his arms pull him up, his back coming against the wall.

They watch each other.

"...Yes," Kibum corrects himself shamefully and Jonghyun looks victorious while climbing his way back to the bed; the little dance inside him expressed as a little smirk on his lips. Screw Kibum's ego. What Jonghyun wants, Jonghyun gets.

Hallelujah

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:25:40 GMT

Title: Hallelujah
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Songfic, AU
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: SM owns the people, YG owns the lyrics. I'm simply borrowing.
Warning: Guns
Summary: Coldblooded and zero emotions, that's the rule.
A/N: For Di. Happy birthday, girl! ♥ I know it's not the best thing on earth, but I'm doing all I can XD Okay, you can say this belongs to my Hitman!verse, taking place some years after Para-Ordnance and Beretta. Apparently, things happened :/ It can be read as a stand-alone, though. As the title suggests, it's based on Big Bang's Hallelujah. I'm afraid this is getting long so yeah, just read XD The lyrics are in italics^^

Donghae's hands run along the gun's length, the cloth in his palm smooth and almost worn around the edges. There are flaws in his movements, the flow disturbed by tiny, sticky red spots.

He's humming a melody, standing in the middle of the kitchen, as if he isn't polishing a gun that had just been used to kill. The cupboards, chairs, as well as the counter in front of him, are all creamy white, creating a big contrast to the stark black of his clothes.

In a second barely registered, a body's pressing against his back and a hand threads its fingers in Donghae's hair, yanking his head back and to the side.

A breath hot on his ear. "Days like this remind me why we work together."

Throw away your life along with the sound
Thumbs up for finishing the mission

A thought passes by his mind but he puts the familiar facade on, a small smirk on his lips, as he grins with his eyes. "I was good, wasn't I?"

"You always are," Eunhyuk responds and his fingers tighten the slightest, tugging and massaging at the same time.

This thing, this connection, this - whatever it is they share, has always been there, it just never evolved; it remained static.

He tilts his head only a little, facing the other, cross-eyed due to the proximity. There's this tiny moment and he feels like a kiss is coming up.

Why can't I have a normal life
Why can't I have you, it's too late for me
because I lost the control and that's my fate.

It doesn't really ever come.

Instead, Eunhyuk's grip weakens, as if in realisation of what the other thought, and his hand eventually falls gently onto Dongae's hipbone; he doesn't step back, as he wasn't expected to.

Coldblooded and zero emotions, that's the rule.

There's a pregnant pause, the younger man setting the gun down after stroking it one last time.

"I was thinking maybe," Donghae strategically moves his head forward again, making sure his eyes can catch the other. "You should rethink that guy's offer to do a job or two together."

He understands Eunhyuk is waiting for him to elaborate. Eunhyuk is known for his patience.

"And I could use a break, visit my hometown for a month or so," he says and senses the body behind him tense. Oh?

"No," the tone is definite and harsh, full of anger(?) so as not to let any other feelings break through. "You're not going anywhere and I'm not collaborating with anybody else," the other says and the force of his words transfer the sounds via his chest straight to Donghae's spine.

"You don't need to get all-"

Papers of life go swoosh like the wind
I snatch everything away like a poker game
Then I want to regain my power back with my pokerface

The taller's nails dig into his skin.

"No. End of discussion," his voice is dead-serious and Donghae's stomach burns, not because he's being threatened, but because he's being demanded for.

I scream then I pray for plain truth
and off to the sky I go

His palms come flat on top of the counter's surface. "Why?" he asks, not looking back. He doesn't need to do so, he can feel everything.

"What?" Eunhyuk says, the wall around him crashing down, his voice betraying something close to desperation.

"Why?" he repeats and listens as the other intakes the smallest amount of air. Then comes a sigh; one that says nothing but means a lot.

A puff of air is blown against the nape of his neck, and maybe he hears a "Because I need you." Maybe. A second later the source of body heat behind him disappears and muffled steps reach his ears and get distant gradually.

Shimmy, shimmy yo
1, 2 steps, action
mission complete

Black Moral

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:08:35 GMT

Title: Black Moral [Oneshot]
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Thriller, Horror
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Dark theme. Really.
Word count: ~4000
Summary: The dancer's gaze softened, however, as much as the gaze of a man who had -most likely- murdered somebody could soften.
A/N: *breaths in* Okay, this one is pretty important to me, pretty much like a milestone. Millions of 'thank you's and 'I owe you's to Anne and Di, their help has been amazingly vital in this ♥
Anyway, hope you enjoy, and please comment-love it as much as you can, it would be the best thing ever. ♥

Stuffy air suddenly filled Donghae's lungs with a sharp intake, once his eyes shot open.

His vision tried adjusting to the darkness of the environment while his body was striving to recover, humidity chilling him to the bone. Legs where numb, arms were shaking and his spine felt immobilised.

'What the hell is happening,' was all his brain could muster up. He realised his senses were slowly coming back to him, one at a time. His surroundings looked pretty dark, still. The air smelled heavy and musky. The stone coming in contact with his skin felt cold. The room; it sounded empty.

He tried to stand up, clothes sticking to his flesh, but aborted all attempts when a wave of nausea literally blew him down.

"Well, well, look who's up," an unknown voice from somewhere on his right slowly worded out, almost cheerily.

Donghae frowned, his eyes scanning the place only to find nothing.

"Hope you had a nice rest," the voice added, never losing its tone. It sounded like a male.

"Who is this?" he asked, speaking for the first time. His throat felt like sandpaper and his words came out croaky.

"Define 'this'," was all he got in reply and spent a couple of moments trying to understand what was going on.

"Tell me," the voice spoke out again, before he could even answer. "Were you a good student?" clear, nicely-shaped and slowly pronounced words reached his ears.

"I- Why?" he knitted his eyebrows together and goosebumps randomly climbed up his spine.

"Did you follow instructions? Did you get along well?" the man asked, ignoring Donghae.

"I guess I was okay..." his eyes started zig-zagging nervously. "Why?" His palms were freezing.

"Well that's good," he heard. "It's going to make our communication easier. Unless, of course, you have changed."

A thousand words got caught up in his throat. One at a time. "What are you talking about? Who are you?" the questions came out uncontrolled.

"Is that piece of information that important to you?" the voice was still gentle. Too gentle. Not waiting for a reply, it spoke again. "You might not remember me, but you might remember that low-profile bar. The shots. Your little friend. The laughter and the smiles, ignoring the waiter's flirting... Poor girl."

Donghae would have marveled on the way the man's voice didn't even get aggressive once, if panic hadn't been setting in. That night-out. Eunhyuk. He almost jumped up, sitting on his knees, breath speeding up a little. "Where is he?"

The voice gasped ironically. "Hit a sensitive nerve?"

"Where- What do you want?" he was afraid, terrified by the possible answers.

"You don't need to be petrified, mr. Superstar. I happen to not be some crazed fan, seeking for some one-night love. I only care for your welfare and progress as a human being."

Donghae almost laughed humourlessly at the sheer lack of logic in that.

"Now, would you excuse me? I had a nice time introducing myself to you, but there is other business I have to attend. I'll be back shortly." the voice said and a click reached Donghae's ears immediately. A click.

Using up al the energy in his body, he stood up. Without even waiting for the vertigo to make itself evident, he willed his feet to move, running to the right corner of the dark room. On the wall, there was a speaker.

------

If anything, the cold was no even more unbearable than before. With his hands tucked tightly under his armpits, Donghae could only do so much to stop his lower lip from trembling. His eyes, mostly used to the surroundings, had detected a speaker and a camera, both on the wall opposite of his original position.

Pacing around the room stiffly, his breathing kept getting more and more jagged. If caged animals feel like this, he swore, I will never visit a zoo again.

He was on the point of becoming miserable. There he stood, in the middle of a god-forsaken room which location was unknown, freezing his ass off and not even knowing why. The worst part was Eunhyuk's absence. The possibility of pretty much everything that could have happened to him. The paranoia of the 'what if's.

He focused on the door - of course there was one. It felt metal and sturdy, he found out, but it didn't quite meet with his expectations. It didn't give off that 'fortress' feeling. There was no handle, though, which meant it opened mechanically. That made more sense. Feeling a bit more with his fingers, he found some kind of a rectangular slit towards the lower part of the door. It reminded him of the ones on private club entrances. The ones that were used to verify who the person is before opening up. Crouching the best he could, he hesitantly grasped the small lever which was supposed to make the metal slide to the side.

"Feeling at home, I see?" the voice made its comeback and Donghae drew back hastily, his eyes locking on the camera. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Why am I here?" Donghae felt that indescribable feeling bubbling up inside of him. Anger? Fear?

"You don't know?"

He frowned. "No."

Silence.

"Do your parents acknowledge you're a homosexual?" the man asked, as if he was asking what his favourite colour was. When he didn't get an answer, he continued. "What does your father think about your tongue down your best friend's throat?"

Donghae took in a sharp breath and covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Oh, oh, I am so sorry," the voice spoke again. "I meant what would your father think."

He choked on his breath. He wouldn't cry.

"It's sad, how fame ruined you. Now you're greedy, superior," irony, "and gay."

"Stop," a whisper.

"And you take others down with you, too."

"Stop," a whimper.

"Poor, unsuspecting family-"

"Shut up!" a yell.

A laugh. "You know it's true. You've thought about it before. I'm just the voice of your conscience bringing it up."

He shut his eyes tightly, as if willing a headache away. "I don't need that."

"Yes, you do," the man reassured. "You'll need my help fixing you; all you have to do is ask."

Donghae didn't speak.

"I'm here to make you right. You are here to become right. You two are one of my few chosen ones. Want to hear the story?"

In return, Donghae only crawled right under the camera.

The man sounded amused. "You might be out of sight, but you are still there, nonetheless. For acting like a spoiled brat, though, I won't tell you what I planned to. How about I let your friend speak instead?"

"Wha-"

A loud groan cut through the air.

-----

"Hyukjae!" Donghae turned towards the source of the noise. The door.

"It's a small world indeed!" the voice rang happily in Donghae's ear. "You know, your pal was really kind. He offered himself so that you stayed unharmed."

He shuddered. "What?"

"Aw it's such a shame I can't see your expression right now. But don't worry, we won't hurt him that much."

Donghae got to the door in a flash, eyes worried and slightly teary from before. On his knees, palms slamming against the metal surface, he could only call until he got a reply.

But there was none.

"Remember your earlier discovery?" the man asked and Donghae felt on the brink of hysterics. "Why don't you open up your present?" he suggested.

The dancer grudgingly wrapped his fingers around the small lever, pulling it to the side and he watched as, surely, the bar slid. He froze.

"Go on," the voice encouraged and Donghae followed his instructions. His head lowered and his eyes were brought to the level of the opening. Beyond the door, he could see the legs of a chair and two sneaker-clad feet in the middle.

He recognised those shoes.

------

"There's no logic in this," Eunhyuk frowned down at his bare feet, the concrete underneath making them stone-cold and numb. He wrapped his arms around his own torso as he looked around the alley. With no trusty recollection of what had really happened, he had woken up sprawled over last-week newspaper pages, with a growing swell on the back of his head. Considering his original position, it must have been caused by his skull falling against the brick wall. Or something.

He had this feeling that something was off, horribly so. Wandering only a few steps further, he came to a halt and squinted. The only light assisting him was that of the moon, and the dim highlights offered by a dirty street lamp some meters away. If only he could get a familiar image from somewhere around there, he would remember. He was sure.

But before that, the basics. His hands started fumbling in his pockets, only to find them empty. "Good job at getting robbed, Hyukjae," he huffed at himself and walked further, just realising he was developing a horrific headache, coupled with slight nausea. He barely experienced hangovers, but he could recognise one when he felt it. He paused. I have drunk?

His eyes bulging and his mouth opening wide in realisation, everything came back to him, hitting him hard. He had gone out with Donghae, after listening about some bar celebrities went to, due to its low profile. He had decided to drink after quite the period of time, thanks to Donghae's nagging. The last thing he actually remembered was a delightful buzzing that turned into blank. He had gotten drugged.

"Donghae?" he hissed, loud enough to be heard and quiet enough to make sure no residents from the flats around woke up. "Lee Donghae?" he repeated one last time and his eyes scanned the place. There were trashcans and medium-height buildings, highly contrasting to that detached house opposite him. Above its closed doors was loosely hanging a sign, reading "Black Moral". If this had been a movie, there'd be a flashback from earlier that night(?), all faded around the edges:

"Are you sure this is it? It looks... weird," Eunhyuk questioned with a raised eyebrow, as Donghae nodded and showed him his palm, the ink on his skin giving the address of the bar and its name; Black Moral.

Eunhyuk ran towards it, and immediately noticed the change of temperature when he reached the entrance. The smell of humidity made him cringe slightly as he knocked on the door. He waited for a bit and knocked again when he got no reply, this time shouting, "Excuse me!"

After a few moments of persisting, he heard fumbling from the other side of the door and soon, it opened up only halfway.

"I am afraid we are closed," the man who appeared in between the opening said. His expression was so blank and his features were so plain, almost faint, that Eunhyuk thought that if he closed his eyes, he wouldn't be able to remember his face.

"I don't want to buy a drink," Eunhyuk slightly rolled his eyes, "I came here earlier tonight- yesterday, I don't know, you must remember me?" he asked.

The man took a short look at him. "No, I doubt it. Now please, I am cleaning up in order to leave, so would you be kind enough?" he said and made to close the door. Hyukjae extended his foot, forgetting he had no shoes on, and felt white hot pain shot through him when he got jammed in between the door and the frame.

His face screwed up momentarily but he recovered quickly. "No, I need your help. I lost my friend and-" he shot the man a stronger stare, "Just let me use your phone."

The man held what must have been a thoughtful expression. "Fine," he said and wordlessly invited Eunhyuk in, shutting the door and walking towards a specific place.

If before had been confusing and untrusty, this was definitely confirming all of the dancer's fears. He had definitely spent a portion of the night in this bar. The few tables, the old, wooden bar stools, the heavy atmosphere. He hadn't seen the man, though, nobody else apart from a young girl serving them. Her speech had been bubbly but her eyes had held some emotion he hadn't quite had the time to recognise.

The man led him into a room behind the front bar, and Eunhyuk tried his best to absorb details like a sponge. It was messy, little random objects carelessly thrown all over the floor. There was an old desk, almost in decay, with papers all over it, enveloping a turned off television resting on the far right of the furniture, facing an office chair.

"Here," the man pointed towards a phone device that was screwed into the wall. It was kind of weird, how easily everything had gone so far.

Only not, since when the dancer brought the receiver to his ear, he could only hear a dead signal. "This line is dead," he looked at the man disbelievingly, and felt a chill when a cold wind blew into the room through the dirty fly screen on the wall right behind the desk.

"Is it?" he asked. "Well then, I guess I did not pay last month's bill," he said in a way that implied he didn't really care.

Eunhyuk could only stare, hoping to be able to decipher him.

"Now, if that would be all..." he trailed off and turned to exit the room, managing to have Eunhyuk follow him.

"Actually,' Hyukjae cut in midway, stopping in front of a closed door in the middle of the bar. The air coming from underneath made his toes curl painfully.

"Yes, sir?" the man turned around to face him.

"Have you, by any chance, seen a young man, a bit shorter than me, with black hair and a dark blue sweatshirt?"

The stranger stared at him for a second. "I am afraid not," he answered and once again made his way towards the main door. This was beyond wrong. Something was terribly off for Eunhyuk, and he couldn't shake of that feeling. He never was one to act before he thought, though, so he decided to simply stay alert for the moment.

"Okay, thank you," he said as he was being led out.

"Oh, don't mention it," the man said pleasantly and gave the smallest of bows before closing the door to Eunhyuk.

The dancer stood there for a bit, listening as the entrance was being secured. No locks, just a couple of bolts, he noticed. Soon after silence took over, his eyes started racing, scanning his surroundings for an alley, a path that would lead him to the back of the building.

------

No more than three minutes later, although they did feel like longer, Eunhyuk found himself in a dirty passage seemingly on the other side of the lot. All he could see was trash, a dumpster and a stone wall. A stone wall with a familiar fly screen on it.

Caught between sighing and almost smiling victoriously, he climbed up the dumpster and froze when he heard words being spoken.

"Now, why don't you try and relax a bit?" a voice he recognised reached his ears, and just as he realised the words weren't directed towards him, his body stretched to give him a few inches of height.

Surely, his eyes reached the level of the fly screen. Through it, he could see the man, sitting on his office chair, microphone in his hand and stare glued to the screen of the small tv.

In it, appeared a desperate figure. Donghae.

------

"Now, why don't you try and relax a bit?" the speaker boomed back to life after a period of silence Well, silence, if you exclude Donghae's chocked calls.

"Why don't you try and relax?" Donghae screamed at the top of his lungs, chest rising and falling rapidly, fists stiff against the metal door in front of him.

"Acting like that will not get you anywhere," the man informed, voice calm like the sea on a windless summer night.

Donghae let his forehead rest against the cold surface of the entrance, eyes closing in a desperate attempt not to lose his mind. "Why isn't he speaking?" he whispered, either to himself or to noone in particular.

"Tell you what," the man spoke once again. "If you agree to rationally talk with me for a while, I will open up the door."

Donghae froze. Anything, anything. "Talk about what," he asked in a flat manner, barely even making it sound like a question.

"About you," he said. "About your past, your mistakes and realising them."

Donghae laughed a cold laugh. What was that? Counselling? He sat there, still crouched, waiting for the man to speak.

A few moments passed. "I take this as a yes, then," the man said. "So, tell me, were you younger than 16 when you entered the business?"

"Yes," Donghae breathed. Maybe this would be a bit easier.

"And where did you live?" he asked, sounding as if he was chilling back, enjoying his coffee on a beautiful spring morning.

"Company's dorms. With the others," almost lifeless.

The man hummed. "So you left home,"

"I did."

"You left your family."

Again, "I did."

"And after that, did you ever go back home?" he probed.

"No," he responded.

"So, with the others ever since."

"Ever since," he confirmed.

He sounded as if thinking about his next question. "And when your father died. Where were you?" He was greeted with silence, however. "Were you with your family then? Did you get to close his eyes?"

Donghae shook his head against the door. The motion was visible to the camera.

"You were with the others, even then?" he asked, sounding shocked.

Donghae's eyes stung, releasing a couple of hot tears, warming up his cold cheeks. He nodded helplessly.

"What does this lead us toward?" he asked and only got a shaky breath as a reply. "Come on, you are close. Where does this lead us toward, Donghae?"

"My family," he choked.

"What about them?" he pushed.

"I wasn't there for them."

Only a few moments came and went, until the sound of slow applauding reached Donghae's ears. "That was phenomenal, Donghae," the mad said, his voice expressing awe and contentment at the same time. The dancer didn't cry, only because he felt drained. Physically and emotionally.

"Step back," the man instructed and Donghae followed. A heavy click came after that and the door opened by just a centimeter, challenging someone to push it further.

"I will be joining you in a second. Feel free to do as you see fit."

------

When Donghae pulled the door wide open, empty eyes ready to view everything, anything, he stilled.

In front of him, sitting helplessly on the chair was not Eunhyuk's dead form. It was that of a female, young in her characteristics, poor in clothing and fatally wounded around her neck. Damn him if he hadn't seen her smile and shake last night, giving him a drink. His throat felt dry.

The door behind the chair opened and Donghae subconsciously took a few steps backwards. A man appeared, expression so blank and features so plain, almost faint, that Donghae thought that if he closed his eyes, he wouldn't be able to remember his face.

The stranger approached the girl, his hand coming up to fondly caress the long hair falling over her shoulders. "That is what one gets for backing out the last minute. Softening up," his eyes sweetly stared at the female, and turned up to face Donghae. "You know, she came down here and tried to wake your friend up. She almost made it. She was a smart girl," He almost smiled what would be the sickest smile Donghae had ever come across. "But this is not important anymore. How about we..."

Donghae tuned the man's voice out, registering a figure somewhere in his peripheral vision. His heart sped up and, oh my God, are there more?

Before something happened too quickly and Donghae gasped.

------

Eunhyuk watched as the man left. What he had just witnessed had him shocked, disturbed even. Taking a few moments to recover, he willed himself back to gear. Donghae, Donghae, Donghae, must help Donghae, he mentally motivated himself.

Encasing his right fist into his left one, he placed his elbow right opposite the fly screen. He breathed in and forcefully hit its surface with his elbow. Swinging it back, timing his breathing, he repeated the motion a couple of times before the rusty metal caved in and fell to the other side with a clank, opening up a passage wide enough to allow Eunhyuk to crawl through it.

Bracing himself upon the sill, he felt thankful for having spent a few hours at the gym. He used his arm muscles to lift himself up, and momentarily hang there before hooking his leg over it, then the other one, losing his hold and falling awkwardly on the floor of the office, although mostly quietly and without breaking a limb.

Deciding he had no time to check what was happening in the small television, he hastily exited the room and ran for the open door which he had encountered earlier. What he didn't forget to do before that, though, was grabbing a glass bottle from behind the bar.

Eunhyuk had never tried to run down stairs so soundlessly in his whole life.

------

The only thing that sounded in the stone room before the man's words ended abruptly was the sound of glass against bone. A million of shards cutting through the air and a heavy thud.

Donghae stood.

Blood. Blood was oozing out of the stranger's head, deep red like wine coming out of a fountain. Disturbing but victorious in its ways.

Donghae's knees weakened and almost gave in at the sight of Eunhyuk. His stare was wild, chest moving quickly and half a bottle hanging limply from his right hand. Donghae was scared, appalled, as if the other would kill him in a moment of paranoia.

The dancer's gaze softened, however, as much as the gaze of a man who had -most likely- murdered somebody could soften.

Dumping the remainder of the bottle on the ground, Eunhyuk didn't even think about hugging Donghae, not here, not with blood soaking his feet and shiny spikes cutting them. Instead, he only grabbed him by the arm, obliging him to run, up, towards the bar, further, past the door and its bolts, and away, away from that hell hole.

They only stopped when their lungs gave up, when their knees failed them, collapsing on the empty street. Donghae stared into Eunhyuk's eyes, his hands coming up to cup the sides of his face, not to check if he's fine, but to make sure he was there.

"I can't believe- I thought-" he breathed out with difficulty and weakened into Hyukjae's embrace, just as the moon was living its last moments on the sky for that night.

Eunhyuk's arms wrapped around the other, his torso rocking back and forth, trying to comfort him the best he could. His dark orbs trailed mindlessly towards the direction of where the two had come from.

They were far away.

Physically, at least.

The End

Dunking Booth

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 23:01:15 GMT

Title: Dunking Booth
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Barely-even-there swearing
Summary: Life is like a dunking booth.
A/N: Someone please shoo that writer's block away T__T

Life is like a dunking booth.

Really, ask as many people as you want, there is no difference to anyone. I mean, from the very beginning, you know pretty well that no matter what, you're bound to fall and fail. Despite all the possible scenarios, though, you don't back out, do you? No, you sit right there on the ledge, exposed and ready to take all the misery.

Why? Well, just because.

It's always, always been like this. When I was a toddler, I barely contained myself. I'd watch all the ads on the TV in awe, and then I'd run to my parents and whine about how I wanted that toy. There really was no chance they would give me what I wanted, but I still kept on trying. "No, Donghae," was all I ever got, along with a rejecting shake of the finger. There went the ball hitting the target and there went I, diving in that tank.

Failure is not always guaranteed, though. Sometimes, sometimes you're saved. You don't exactly succeed, but you do get close to it. I remember the way my head spun while entering that audition room. Barely a teen, my hair all over my face, clothes two numbers bigger and my baby-voice still there. I don't know how I did it, I really don't, but I was still dry when all I was expecting was to sink. "Player got lucky!" I could cheesily hear in my head, so I ran away as fast as I could, high on excitement.

Other times, you're the one holding that ball. See, life is not only about being passive, but making a change yourself. From the most simple can-I-be-your-girlfriend question to the most important job offer, you have the power to stand right opposite that booth and study the person on the ledge. Do you really want to give them a dunk? So you lift your hand and shoot, watching as the ball may or may not hit that target, giving the poor girl/business man a good taste of 'no'. Thankfully, the opportunity hasn't arisen that many times, or else I'd feel horribly guilty for making someone feel like that.

"You in that special place again?" Hyukjae asks almost panting from jogging, lifting his eyebrows in that ironic way he knows that bugs me.

"You're just jealous because you don't have one," I respond and run faster, giving him a nice display of my back and making sure there's no room left for talking. I turn the volume on my iPod up too, for good measure.

It's not long after that when I feel a sudden jerk at the back of my head, which knocks the earbuds right out of my ears. "I'm trying to have a conversation," he appears in my peripheral vision and continues "and you're rejecting me."

"Yeah, because morning runs are supposed to be silent and relaxing," I say and take a turn to the left, changing my planned route.

"Fine, but you keep rejecting me in general," he flips his bangs back and gets that expression as if he got water splashed all over his face.

"I do not."

"Do too."

"Well I'm not the only one," I say and give him a hasty stare.

He huffs. "Excuse me?"

"You always turn down my DVD nights invitations," I explain and that makes his feet stop, as if I offended him with the worst way possible. I pause a second later and walk to him.

"That's nothing compared to how you never ever accept to go out for a coffee with me," he almost shouts, but I know he's not angry, not really.

"Neither of us even likes coffee," I point and he rolls his eyes.

"Still."

"Huh."

Four minutes go by and we're just standing there like idiots.

"God, you're lame," he finally says and locks eyes with me, waiting for my turn.

"Well, you're lamer," I say, allowing a hint of dialect to slip out of my lips. He smirks.

I purse my lips.

He puts his hands on his waist.

I stick out my left hip.

We break out cackling a millisecond after that, doubling over in laughter, for no apparent reason, only the way we would. Moments go by like this, until we cool off, sighing contentedly and shaking our heads. His palm is resting on my shoulder and his smile is filling up my vision due to the close proximity but I'm not complaining. When we're mostly back to serious, he only stares into my eyes.

"Man, I love-" a truck speeding by interrupts him and maybe my heart skips a beat, or not. "Arguing with you, for some reason," he chuckles.

I let my lips curl up almost whole-heartedly and my fingers mistake the laces of his hoodie for mine's. I nervously tug and his eyes twinkle momentarily, until I realise the mishap. I let go and step back. "So do I," I say and turn the other way around, resuming my early -or not quite, anymore- jog.

Truth is, some other times, you're not alone in that dunking booth. You're most likely sharing that ledge with a friend. You know that if you fall, he will do so too, and the fun thing about this is that you'll have someone to grin at when you dive in the water. And well, when you get out, dripping wet and lips trembling because the air blowing is making you freeze, you'll have someone to wrap a blanket around you. And you'll most likely be more than willing to share it with that someone.

Night-time Trips 101

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 17:51:14 GMT

Title: Night-time Trips 101
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Not really
Summary: There's obviously no logic available at 4am.
A/N: Can you see what I'm doing? I'm distracting myself from finishing what might be the hardest thing I've written yet. I just need a hard smack and I'll get to it, I promise. In any case, here's something small ~~no way!~~ and random that popped up. Enjoy =3

There's obviously no logic available at 4am.

That's why Donghae barely even stops to consider what he's doing when he's crawling out of bed. He passes by sleeping figures, shut doors and dimly lit rooms. He merely registers he's reached the entrance of the other level's dorm when his fingers trace the plastic buttons of his mobile's keypad. A few clicks later, his hand relaxes and he rests his forehead against the wooden surface of the door.

He almost falls asleep standing, the moment he feels and faintly hears the mechanisms of the lock turning. He manages to fully support himself again a second before the door softly cracks open.

Through sleep-hooded eyes, he can see Eunhyuk standing in front of him, phone in his right hand.

"It's late," the older whispers, not moving.

"I know," he whispers back and almost swings back and forth, apparently not in the clearest state of mind.

"Go back."

"No," he mouths and shuffles past Eunhyuk, eyes closed as his feet automatically bring him to the other's room. He carelessly tosses the mobile device on the nightstand and crawls onto the bed, sticking to the wall.

An eternity passes before he notices a shadow standing in the doorway.

"Just come."

A sigh reaches his ears and the other moves forward, the mattress soon dipping under the new weight. Donghae senses Eunhyuk lay there but it's not exactly right, he can tell.

He lets a minute go by and decides to take action. "You're making me lose my patience," he mumbles what must have been his longest coherent phrase so far, and reaches out for the dancer's ribcage. Using his arm muscles, he pulls himself towards the other, attaching to his side like a leech.

"Does that mean I can sleep now?" Eunhyuk releases a breath and makes an expression.

"Not yet," he replies before he buries his face in the crook of a very familiar neck, nose poking and lips brushing against skin. He hums contentedly. "Okay good to go."

Hyukjae lets out a fake tsk and makes sure to be kept out of sight when his eyes fall shut and his mouth breaks into a fond smile.

Breaking the Pattern

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 17:24:00 GMT

Title: Breaking the pattern
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Nah
Summary: Donghae watched as their romance bloomed.
A/N: Nothing to really say. Just, you know me already, vignettes are the way to go ^^;;

Donghae watched as their romance bloomed.

He watched as hands grew fonder and phonecalls increased in number.
"I'll call you," she would say before leaving the scene, planting a dramatic kiss on Eunhyuk's lips, and a mobile would vibrate after no more than 30 minutes. Then the dancer would throw an almost apologetic stare and disappear for a certain amount of time.

Donghae never reacted, though. He never even flinched. Not on the outside. He could crack and break and die on the inside, even though he barely ever did, but there was no reason to show it. He was almost confident, anyway.

"Don't fool yourself. This is their game, not yours," Leeteuk had once told him, hand on the side of his face, voice full of concern. He only replied with a shake of the head and a "I'm just on the bench, for now."

And wait he did. He even helped to make sure she wouldn't be seen after exiting the dorm one night, he could still remember that. He was there when they had their first fight. He was also there when they had another one. He stayed up late listening to Eunhyuk pour his heart and problems out - he never heard, he only listened, it had always been like that between them.

And then, he silently observed as they fell apart. Her high-pitched yells made damn sure everyone in vicinity had been informed about their break-up, and oh was it grand. Some members fled the house, others hid in their rooms, but Donghae simply sat on the kitchen counter, one mug in each hand. After it was all over, he smiled at the girl stomping off and offered Eunhyuk one coffee-filled mug.

He only slept at 7am, after a night/dawn full of 'it's okay's and 'you'll see's. On his own bed of course. Hosting Eunhyuk.

------

Then they were back together.

This one didn't last long, but it did set a certain fire inside Donghae. It wasn't quite like before, something was different, he could tell. There was a special way Eunhyuk held her, instability and uncertainty in there, and it was obvious.

She kept glaring Donghae the whole time but she mostly ignored him. Feelings were mutual, apparently.

When they broke up -for good, this time- it was nothing like before. The shouts were missing. She was missing.
It all happened over lunch, when Eunhyuk's ringtone went off. He excused himself, picked it up and twelve heads watched as he nodded and looked around nervously. Some hisses were heard, spiteful and quiet, but nothing more than that.

A gentle storm was all it was, eventually. She was gone just the way she appeared; almost discreetly.

"She said she's no match," Eunhyuk blurted out, steadying himself on the wall and Donghae lifted his hands off the keyboard and turned around. They didn't speak, not really, they just stared at each other in that information-exchanging way until the older blinked. Donghae pushed his chair back, rose to his full height and stood opposite Eunhyuk. "She really isn't," the dancer added, answering the question practically hanging in the air.

It was no surprise when Donghae leaned in, merely connecting their lips. He didn't draw back before he spoke for the first time.

"She wasn't supposed to be."

Fanfiction Master Post

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 14:47:38 GMT

Just a different scene [drabble]

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 16:38:57 GMT

Title: Just a different scene
Author: moi
Characters: Leeteuk-focused
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Nothing, really.
Summary: Leeteuk never quite asked for things.
A/N: Written for di_as_86 ♥ I... don't know what the purpose of this is, it's more like a pointless fic. In any case, I hope someone makes sense out of it, if possible.

Leeteuk never quite asked for things.

If something comes your way, he always thought, accept it.
If it doesn't, however, maybe it just wasn't meant to happen in the first place.

A tranquil soul, his mother always called him. He grew up quietly, never worrying his head, never asking "why?". Even as a kid, he was in peace with everything around him, just going with the flow.

Up until now, he's always been fine. Always.

His back slumps and his elbows gently come to rest on his knees, legs apart. The leather of the stool slightly squeaks under his weight as he shifts.

But what if, what if he's just been doing it wrong all along?
What if, actually, nothing has already been planned out?

What if there's no divine existence making sure you're okay?
What if life simply lies in your hands, waiting for you to seize it?

Does that make him a coward?

He exhales slowly, his fingers entwined in front of him. No light is shining into the room anymore. There's only the moon, reflecting on the surface of the black piano behind him.
He would have thought it's pretty, if he could see it.

He has never been good at questioning events, people or thoughts. Others always consider him easy-going, laid back.

In reality, he's afraid.
Afraid of the answers, afraid of thinking over the consequences.

And there you got it, a coward.

His head turns to the side, eyes rising up to watch as an aeroplane cuts through the sky. His stare doesn't quite follow it, and ends up locking on a single star. Then his focus is lost.

He doesn't believe anything can change now, though. You can't teach an old dog new tricks.
However, even if you can, what if the dog doesn't want to? Maybe he's used to his usual tricks.

Maybe Leeteuk has lost all sane thinking.

A note reaches his ears and when he turns around, startled, his face eases into a smile.

"Hyung, we need to get going," the boy tells him gently and he can do nothing but nod before he stands up. He follows the younger member, not voicing out "Why? Who said we have to?".

He does think it though, and the realisation makes him bitter and happy at the same time. Why?

He doesn't know.

Not as planned

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 19:09:30 GMT

Title: Not as planned
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Angst, Drama, Future!fic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: some Eunhyuk/OFC and sad stuff? D8
Summary: You're still counting. Four years since the last time you saw him, six years since the last time you saw them. Well, all together, at least.
A/N: Honestly, I'm not really confident in this but here goes nothing. Written for honey_x_flavor. Happy Birthday girl! I know this time of the year calls for teeth-rotting fluff or steamy NC-17, but this is what you get for being a sucker for angst. It's not much, really, but yeah. Love you =]♥

When you wake up, it's just another morning, just another day, exactly the way you know it's supposed to be.

The curtains are fully drawn back, just the way she likes it -not how he liked it, though- and the sun hits you harshly before you even speak.

You're still alone as you walk around the house; you've been alone since the moment you opened your eyes, bed empty, and it irks you. There are no sounds coming from the bathroom, she doesn't make any to begin with, there's no light coming from other rooms, and definitely no klutzy bangs and dorky 'damnit's from the direction of the kitchen.

She's always so peaceful and tranquil that it annoys you, simply for the fact that human beings can't be this quiet. Not the human beings you know. Knew.

There's also no hot, steamy pot of coffee waiting for you. Not on the living room table, not on the counter, not anywhere. Then again, would you have drunk it whole-heartedly?

No, I didn't think so either.

At some point, you realise that her work-out bag and shoes are gone. Gym it is, then.
She had once suggested that you apply too, so that you can go together, but muscles are no fun when you've got no motivation.

Your feet bring you to the couch, it's small, and you spend about five minutes staring at the blank tv screen. It's small too. You bounce on your seat a little, and the softness is barely enough. You sigh.

The place doesn't work for you. It hasn't been working for the past four years. You're still counting. Four years since the last time you saw him, six years since the last time you saw them. Well, all together, at least.

Nothing has ever looked or felt okay since. Not her jokes, not her touches, not her attempts at being cute. You don't want to be misunderstood, she's pretty. Really pretty, at that. She's a kind, sweet person with always the best of intentions, but you're not going to fool yourself. She's not enough, and she will never be. She's not like-

Your phone vibrates. You don't like your ringtone.

'Don't forget! Date tonight! See you soon, Hyukkie~' your scream beams at you and the use of the nickname feels wrong and it sticks to the roof of your mouth as you read it. Honestly, it makes you cringe. When did she start calling you that, anyway?

You stand up and head off. Somewhere. Anywhere.

------

"Your shoes are right behind you, under the bed," a cheery, female voice calls from the bathroom and you follow the instructions to fetch the pair.

You manage to catch a bit of your reflection in the mirror and you stay there, looking.

There you go; just turned 34. Congrats for pulling it so far, old man, it's all downhill from here. He used to say so every year on your birthday, didn't he? You smile.

"Admiring yourself?" she stands right there, hands on her hips, and she's stunning. You would reply with a 'I was waiting for the moment to admire you' but you're not really feeling it.

"Ready to get going?" she adds and you just realised you spent an eternity not even reacting.

"Yeah, yeah," you finally say and everything after that is on autopilot. How you slightly fixed your hair one last time, how you led her out the door, hand on the small of her back, how you got into the driver's seat.

The place you're headed to is familiar. Well, mostly the idea of it. The owners have changed twice since the last time you went there -with them, him- and the decoration is so much different. The road leading to the restaurant is the same, though.

What's not the same is her perfume, her animated chatter about what a friend of her told her today, her presence altogether. What else is not the same is your eyes stinging. The car ahead coming right against you at full speed. The loud crash that follows. The frozen moments before nothing.

In these few seconds, you swear you can see your life flashing before your eyes and it's all colours and smells and memories you thought were gone by now. A smiling face and an extended had. 'Hi, I'm your new roommate, Hae. You can call me Fishie, though.'

It's pretentious but totally expected, you think, how all that fills your mind is thoughts of him, always him, just a bit before darkness overwhelms your body.

Recognised [EunHae drabble]

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 11:58:31 GMT

Title: Recognised
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: suggestiveness, if you squint and hold your nose
Summary: Eunhyuk just nods and a few minutes pass until he feels the heartbeat under his fingertips grow just a bit faster; only slightly more intense.
A/N: IDK. Honestly, this is random and weird. Posting whatever my brain comes up with should be illegal.

"When I was 6, I told my mother I'd become the greatest dancer on earth," Eunhyuk randomly blurts out, eyes locked on the textures of the ceiling, palms resting on his bare chest.

"Did you?" a soft voice asks simply.

"Hm?" it's as if he didn't catch the question, and his stare moves down, towards his abdomen.

"Did you?" Donghae asks again, his head readjusting on top of Eunhyuk's stomach, hair haphazardly sticking to his skin. His stare is gentle.

He feigns deep thought. "I will only be recognised after death," he purses his lips and nods, receiving a smack on his chest.

"Idiot," Donghae smiles. He's lying horizontically on the bed, white bed sheets barely covering his hip bones. There's a light sheen of sweat covering his body but it doesn't seem to bother him, as he takes hold of Eunhyuk's hand and soon places it on top of his own chest. He toys with the thin fingers of the dancer until he simply leaves them stretched over where his heart must be.

Eunhyuk lets silence hang between them. Maybe he's expecting to hear something like 'You are recognised, for me' but it doesn't come. Instead, there's just quiet, perhaps some light static in his left ear, but he dismisses it.

"Why does your hair never get tousled?" Donghae asks unexpectedly and it phases the older. That's when Eunhyuk realises that Donghae has spent the last 5 minutes studying him.

"What?" he offers a confused smile.

He gets a smile in return. "My hair gets all over the place even if it's been straightened, but yours always stays the same," there's a hint of complaint in his voice and it's weirdly cute.

"Uh, well, I had never noticed," it feels like he's apologising, and it gets even crazier in his head when he understands what they're talking about. "Where did that come from, anyway?" he asks and his free hand idly plays with Donghae's locks.

The other shrugs. "Just curious," he says, his eyes never leaving the older.

Eunhyuk just nods and a few minutes pass until he feels the heartbeat under his fingertips grow just a bit faster; only slightly more intense.

"You know you're the greatest dancer for me, right?" Donghae's voice is so soft it's almost a whisper.

There it is, Eunhyuk thinks and smiles. "I do."

A serenade [EunHae vignette?]

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 03:39:45 GMT

Title: A serenade
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Nothing
Summary: Of walls, pens and two strangers. The beginning of a love story.
A/N: I know the summary sucks but I couldn't find anything different. I could use a Palahniuk quote but you wouldn't want that, would you. Anyway, I'm a sucker for this kind of romances, really. Hope it came out okay =]

'A serenade...' Donghae reads on the wall of the practice room one day. The letters are small, tucked away in the very corner, practically hidden. The ink is blue and almost wet.

He looks around. It's probably from the set of trainees before them.

Without even thinking about it, he whips out his fine black marker, conveniently kept in one of the pockets of his buggy pants.

'is for girls' he quickly adds next to the unfinished sentence and stands up, pen in his pocket again. The instructor is calling them.

------

'not necessarily' Hyukjae jots down, frown almost there.

Who is this guy and who told him to interfere, anyway? He hadn't asked for any attention at first, but he's willing to fight back if Mr. I-will-ruin-your-daydreams wanted to start a war.

------

Donghae smiles.

'Why, have you been serenaded?' he asks and his question mark comes out a little jerky.

He can feel the eyes of his roomate watching him. The boy is new and a few years older than him. Donghae pretty much admires him. He's handsome, clearly a leader figure and he can dance. Rumor has it that he will debut with some five-member boyband. Donghae can't recall right now, but he's pretty sure the name sounds pretty egoistic. Anyway.

He stands back from the wall.

------

Hyukjae hurries to the spot the next day and purses his lips at the reply waiting for him.

'...no' he hesitantly writes.

His hand pauses mid-air, debating whether to write more or not. It looks like he's losing, doesn't it?

The tip of his pen touches the concrete and slides, but no ink comes out. Great.
'Buy new marker' he hastily types on his mobile, in the Tasks section.

------

'But do you want to?' Donghae writes on a whim.

Taking a look at the surface in from of him, he realises the dialogue is not that secret anymore. Anyone can see the words exchanged and he almost feels violated. Stupid, he tells himself and dismisses the thought.

------

When no reply comes the next day, Donghae spends the remainder of the practice secretly scanning all four walls, for a reply, maybe expecting to see something in a different place.

He finds nothing, however, and instead takes his pen out.

'So you do =)' he teases as he slides his duffel back over a shoulder.

------

'Yeah, what if I do' he practically huffs and his nose itches.

(Apparently, when you ask your best friend to lend you a pen -since you obviously forgot to buy one- he offers you a strawberry scented one.)

He can't focus on the dance routine because the whole room smells like his breakfast.

------

'It's cute ~~and girly~~' he continues fooling around. He pities the boy just a bit. He must be making him feel uncomfortable.
But hey, he was asking for it.

Plus, it's fun.

------

Hyukjae skips practice the next day. He overslept, which resulted to missing his class and forgetting to fill out that dance competition form.

He decides he should probably attend the 12:00 to 14:00 practice. They do the same stuff anyway, and the instructor likes him, so it'll be okay.

He gets dressed and grabs the form on his way out; he'll take care of that when he gets there.

When he does, he finds out the room is empty apart from a guy on the floor, resting against the wall. He sits nearby.

------

Donghae sees nothing new on the wall and is slightly disappointed.

He came fairly early today and the silence is killing him. He walks over the opposite wall and slides down its surface. His fingers fiddle for his iPod and soon he's lost somewhere inside his playlists.

He barely notices when a boy with tousled hair and awkward highlights comes in and takes a seat on the floor, just some steps away from him. He's never seen him before.

The boy is writing something on a piece of paper, though, and the scent of strawberry fills the air.

------

Hyukjae is startled when he catches some sudden movement in the corner of his eye.

He notices that an earphone is extended towards his direction and two eyes are looking at him, questioning.

He nods, some music wouldn't hurt, but realises the distance doesn't really help. He scoots closer, accepts the offered earpiece and resumes writing down his information.

He can feel the body heat hitting his skin but he can also hear the soft whispering of the boy. The stranger is quietly singing along with the lyrics -Hyukjae hasn't heard the particular song before- and it sounds good to his ears. A love song, he presumes.

More trainees soon come in, though, and the two quickly break apart and get to work.

------

Hyukjae isn't really expecting anything the next morning he gets to class.

He spots a new addition on a different wall, however. He almost blushes.

'Did that serenade fit your taste?'

He smiles for the first time this week and takes his new, non-scented pen out of his bag. Instead of answering, he just writes:

'A name...'

Fun is subjective [EunHae oneshot]

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:01:13 GMT

Title: Fun is subjective
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Fluff, Humour
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Cotton candy?
Summary: A pout and two puppy eyes had been enough to reassure Eunhyuk that he was in trouble. Four hours later, all his worries were proved to be true as he was being shoved towards the gate of an amusement park.
A/N: Prompted by Anne, who practically owns the writing section of my brain. Which is a lot. My neck hurts, but I enjoyed writing this so much ♥

A pout and two puppy eyes had been enough to reassure Eunhyuk that he was in trouble. Four hours later, all his worries were proved to be true as he was being shoved towards the gate of an amusement park.

"We can still just go back and watch a couple of movies with the guys, you know," he offered, and the hands pushing at his back only gained more power. "It's never too late for a change of heart," he almost whimpered.

Donghae pulled back and waited for the other to turn around. "But you promised!" he widened his eyes and frowned for effect. He was well-known for his guilt-tripping skills, which he used whenever he got a chance to. "And don't forget who stayed up late to watch that Dragon Ball Z rerun with you, yesterday," he added and almost high-fived himself when the older sighed.

"Okay, whatever, let's just get over and done with it," he rolled his eyes.

"You. Are the best boyfriend. In the whole wide world," Donghae beamed and gave a quick peck to the other's cheek. Childish tactics, you may think, but they worked for him. End of discussion. "Come on!" he urged and rushed towards the entrance, practically competing with a chubby 10-year-old which was staring at him with a challenging look.

He suddenly came to a halt when a hand grabbed the hood of his sweater. "Woah, where do you think you're going, tiger?" he heard Eunhyuk ask while his own eyes were focused on the boy running ahead of him, which was grinning. Little bastard.

"W-What?" he slightly turned.

"What what? Do you think you own the place? We need tickets first," the taller replied as he was pointing at an orange booth to the left.

"Oh, right," he sighed and smoothed over the fabric of his sweater while walking towards the direction Eunhyuk had pointed at.

"Why, hello! Welcome!" the girl behind the counter chirped at Eunhyuk and her eyes studied Donghae. "So, tickets for two adults?"

The older glanced at Donghae and released a short chuckle. "I guess you can say that," he replied and earned a punch at his arm. The girl -which couldn't have been older than 20- giggled and picked up two blue-tinted plastic bracelets.

"Could I have your hand, cutie?" she asked, her eyes obviously trained on Eunhyuk. Her fingers wrapped around the thin wrist in front of her and she made quick work, tightening the bracelet and securing it would stay in place. "You too," she said, not that cheerily this time, and repeated the process on Donghae's wrist. She tied it loosely, though. The dancer squinted evilly at her, but she didn't really notice.

"How much do I owe you?" Eunhyuk asked while reaching for his wallet.

"Well, that depends..." the girl trailed off and that smirk on her lips was enough to make Donghae huff and stomp off, stopping a few feet away from the scene. He would have carefully turned his head to watch, but he decided against it. He didn't really trust his temper.

Barely two minutes later, he felt a familiar hand on the small of his back. "You okay, princess?" he heard and didn't miss the teasing tone in the other's voice. "I can't believe you-"

"That one," he cut him off and extended his pointer towards a rollercoaster. "We're getting on that one. Now."

Eunhyuk closed his mouth and looked at the ride in disbelief. There were people on it. And they were screaming their lungs out. "Are you sure?" he raised both eyebrows.

"Why not. Afraid?" his lips were now a straight line. That's what you get for accepting a random chick's flirting, he thought and images of the dancer's latest experience with a rollercoaster came to his mind. Oh, he would have fun.

"Of course not," the other replied and his face stiffened slightly. "I just thought," he improvised, "you'd prefer some cotton candy first,"

Donghae froze. His eyes searched the place. "What."

"Cotton candy," Oh, it's working.

"Where."

"Right there."

"We're going."

------

Of course it was effective, thanks for asking.

Donghae had completely fallen for it. Especially judging by the way his eyes were shining and a stupid smile was covering his features, everything had been forgiven. The rollercoaster thing had also been erased from his mind, so another point for Eunhyuk. Genius, I'm a genius.

"Hyuk?" Donghae asked, his tongue trying to get the last of his cotton candy, stuck on his fingers.

"Hm?" the other replied, his legs aching from too much touring around the place.

"Are you going to eat that?" he pointed at the half-eaten treat on Eunhyuk's hand.

"Not really," he answered but didn't make any move whatsoever.

"Can I have it?" his eyes were wide again.

"Are you certain you want to eat more of that?"

There was no reply apart from three rapid nods.

"Hae, I don't think all that will do you any good when you get nauseous."

"Nonsense, give it to me."

------

"So, which one is it?" Eunhyuk asked and drummed his hands against his thighs, looking around.

"Huh?" Donghae seemed genuinely confused but quickly got the message. "Oh. Hmm, I'm thinking that one," he pointed towards a tall tower a few feet away from them.

"What is that, anyway?" the other questioned and got an answer immediately, as he saw four pairs of seats slowly rising along the length of the structure, each pair facing a different direction. The people on it looked thrilled, almost terrified, and their excitement was much more evident the higher they got. The seats stopped moving once they reached the top of the square tower.

"Look, look," he heard the shorter say and he did so. Nothing changed for a couple of minutes, until the people which were previously on the top reached the bottom in a fraction of a second, the speed in which the thing was diving down was neck-breaking.

Eunhyuk could only stare in amazement.

"So?" Donghae said in anticipation.

"So what? You can't be serious!" the taller's voice was a little higher than normal, but that was understandable.

"Of course I am! Come ooon, if you don't do that now when are you going to?" he smiled.

"Uhm. Never?" he replied with irony which Donghae didn't really notice, or just ignored.

"Exactly! So let's go," he grabbed the other's hand and pulled him along as he strode towards the gigantic structure. "You're really not going to regret this," he reassured him just before they stood in the line.

"This is not as simple as it may look, you know," Eunhyuk said and watched as another set of boys and girls made their way to the top. "You're going to get scared at some point."

"Don't be ridiculous, your stupid tactics can't terrorise me," he almost laughed. "We're doing it, you coward."

The older could only sigh. Soon, a punky-looking guy came over, asking to see their tickets. Taking a look at their bracelets, he nodded and instructed them to take a seat on the ride.

"Last chance. You completely sure?" Eunhyuk asked as they were pulling the safety bars over them.

"Psh. Of course," the other said and watched as the same guy from before came by, tugging at the bars, making sure they were locked in place.

"'kay, place your hands here and sit upright. Don't stick your head out. At all." the dude said and walked away, leaving a gaping Donghae.

"Eunhyuk?" his voice was small.

"Yeah?"

"What did he mean by that? The last bit," he asked, his eyes wide as saucers.

The taller almost answered but eventually just chuckled at the other's whimper as they started rising. "You regretting something?" he said instead, and realised he wasn't just as scared as he thought he would be.

"Of course I'm no- Oh my God, it gets higher?" he was panicked, clearly.

"I don't think we're even mid-way through it," he informed and looked down. He could practically see the whole Seoul. It sure was pretty.

"Oh. my. God," he heard, but it definitely wasn't awe-induced.

They stopped moving.

"I think we're about to drop now," he smiled almost twistedly and waited for the frenzied reply of his bandmate.

"Oh. God. Eunhyuk, Eunhyuk, my Eunhyuk, I'm so so sorry for all the times I yelled at you, made you cry and stole your tic tacs. If we ever get out of this alive you should know I'll treasure you and cherish you and not make you sad ever ever ever ever ag-"

They reached the very bottom in a flash.

Eunhyuk's grin of excitement only widened when his eyes came across Donghae's face. The boy was actually staring emptily at nothing, his jaw hanging, hair tousled by the air. "Come ooon, if you didn't do that now when were you going to?" he used the younger's words against him and reached forward, pushing the safety bars up, freeing Donghae. The other still didn't move, though. Now this was amusing.

"Serves you well for being so whimsical," Eunhyuk chuckled and stood up, coming in front of the shorter. He leaned down and took the other's head in his hands, leaving a kiss on top of his lips. "Now let's go," he said and pulled him up, gradually putting him back in gear.

------

"Are you certain you're back to normal?" he teased.

"Shut up, I'm okay now," the other huffed and pushed at the older's shoulder.

"Really? I can see you're a little pale- ow!" he crouched down and held his shin, now burning, thanks to a kick.

"Idiot," Donghae crossed his arms against his chest.

"Okay, okay," he said, chuckling despite the ache on his leg. "So, what's next?" he asked, rising back to his full height.

"No, no, no more," he shook his head.

"Not even the ferris wheel?"

"Ferris wheel?"

"Yep."

"It goes high, too."

"But it's romantic."

"...Okay."

------

"This is so beautiful!" Donghae gushed, practically sticking himself to the window of the small booth they were in. It was already fairly dark by now, so the lights decorating the city underneath them made up a pretty amazing sight.

"Not as beautiful as you," Eunhyuk said, half-serious and half-joking.

"Jesus, that was so cheesy, please stop talking," the other replied, the smile on his lips undeniable.

"Alright, alright," he laughed. "Really though, it's a pity. We paid so much and barely rode anything."

Donghae looked at him almost warningly. "Don't start with that again."

"You really were terrified, though," he said and received a glare. Time to shut up.

Silence soon took over the small space but was quickly broken by the sound of raindrops hitting the glass and metal surrounding them. It was slow and tentative at first but wasted no time in intensifying.

"Great," Donghae said ironically, distaste evident in his voice.

"What, but you love the rain," Eunhyuk said, looking over at the younger.

"Yes, but not now, this was supposed to be a fun afternoon. Rain is no fun, it's sad and beautiful. It ruins the theme of today," he huffed. He wasn't really sure if the other understood him, rarely did people understand him actually, but he couldn't help expressing his thoughts.

"Silly," Eunhyuk wrapped an arm around him and guided him out of the booth when the amusement park staff opened the door for them. The rain hit them as soon as they were out, as if trying to get them soaked rapidly. The taller led him to just a bit further from the ferris wheel. "Nothing is ruined," he smiled and let his hands fall lower, resting around the younger's waist.

"No, it really is," he pouted in return, his hands automatically placed on the base of the dancer's neck.

Eunhyuk just left a chaste kiss on Donghae's lips. "Nothing can go wrong whenever I'm with you," he looked straight into his eyes, his eyelids fighting against the raindrops falling violently.

Donghae sighed contentedly. "You're really sappy, but it works," he smiled and buried his head in the crook of the other's neck. "Now get me out of here, I'm getting cold."

Beauty of a breakdown [YeWook]

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 02:08:46 GMT

Title: Beauty of a breakdown
Author: moi
Pairing: YeWook
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Swearing, violence [but nothing too much, I swear D8]
Summary: Yesung stared at his right palm, fingers flexing. His knuckles. His knuckles still burned.
A/N: I had never written something that's exclusively YeWook and I felt sad, since I adore these two so much. So yeah, it's small and stuff, but uh, be gentle? XD

Yesung stared at his right palm, fingers flexing. His knuckles. His knuckles still burned.

// "You heard what I said," Ryeowook's voice was firm, yet somewhat trembling.

"And so did you. You're not going anywhere." //

He released a sigh.

The tv was still on in the background, the newscaster saying something about a sudden increase in domestic violence.
Yesung's stomach churned.

// "No, Jongwoon. This has become too much," the smaller man replied, his hands not quite sure where to rest.

"What has?" he asked, unmoving.

"This. The pressure, the plans. You're suffocating me." //

His eyes closed and his head fell back against the wall. The hard linoleum underneath him felt rather uncomfortable.

Everything felt uncomfortable, but what was he supposed to do.

// "I'm not the one who set the rules, as far as I remember," Yesung's tone was rising. His eyes followed the movements of the retreating boy.

"Screw that," the other almost whispered tiredly and turned to the door.

That's when Yesung moved. //

It wasn't like he was some kind of monster.
Hell, he still couldn't wrap his head around his previous actions.

// "Let go of me."

"No." //

He shut his eyes tighter. They stung.

// "This is sickening," the younger said and got cut off.

A tiny body crashed against the floor unexpectedly. A set of equally tiny hands came up to cover a shocked face. //

Yesung felt a tear run down his skin.

// There was a sharp intake of breath and fingers parted, revealing a reddened cheekbone.

Yesung simply stood frozen, looking at the flesh marred by the imprint of a fist. //

There's a chance he sobbed.

// "Fuck, fuck," he snapped out of his hazy state and sank to his knees, falling right next to the boy. "Fuck," he repeated in panic, shaky hands gripping everywhere on the other's face. "Ryeowook, fuck." //

'I'm sorry,' he wanted to scream out and his breathing was ragged.

He felt like he had broken the most fragile vase in his mother's collection. The most fragile vase, which he treasured to death.

"Hey," an unsteady voice came from somewhere on his lap and he looked down as two dark orbs were focused on him.

He had no words.

The boy resting on him gently put Yesung's right hand in between his two own. The older just stared as Ryeowook kissed each and every knuckle almost in a ceremonial fashion.

"It's alright," he heard. "It's alright," again.

Yesung quite simply just broke down.

Is it, really?

Home is where your heart is [EunHae vignette]

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 13:52:09 GMT

Title: Home is where your heart is
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: nope
Summary: Even the sun peeking through the blinds feels different, in that wrong, unsettling way.
A/N: I've been working on a oneshot but I'm having a hard time focusing on it XD So yeah, have this vignette instead.

You wake up in a totally different environment; the pillow's not high enough, the bed's not soft enough and the window is on a completely different side. Even the sun peeking through the blinds feels different, in that wrong, unsettling way.

The wooden floor under your bare feet is a great contrast to the marble you're used to. Okay, the latter is cold and stony, but still, you're familiar with it.

The hallway past your bedroom is tinier and less busy. Even the closed doors you see look strange. They're less in number and. Well. Different.

But the worst thing yet is the absence of rustling and moving from the kitchen. The absence of scents you love. Little details that reassure you you're home and not in China.

Normally, there would be whispering and even light laughter, maybe. There would be the usual scent of freshly-juiced orange flying through the air, a smile and a kiss on the tip of your nose, followed by a hushed 'Good morning'.

Now the fridge buzzes almost happily, even though it contains nothing apart from yoghurt and some energising drink. The cupboards are still pretty empty and everything looks so plain, except for that sac voyage in the corner next to the door.

You still haven't fully unpacked yet and your secretly wish you wouldn't have to. You've only spent one night here but it's already enough for you.

The zip's being opened and your eyes hurriedly look inside for familiar labels. The coffee brand you only find back in Korea, the ramyun packs that aren't sold here, something, everything, when you spot it.

A silver, small thermos that makes your eyebrows rise and hide under your bangs. You don't recall taking it with you, and as you pick it up it feels heavy. You frown and twist it around, finding a green post-it stuck to it round surface.

'You better appreciate this.'

Sloppy, familiar handwriting.

You tag at the paper only to reveal another one, pink-coloured this time.

'And don't put any more sugar in.'

You chuckle and the smile lingers on your lips as you sigh and pull the cap off.
The scent of orange fills your nostrils suddenly and everything becomes too much.

'Home,' you think and your breath comes out rather shaky. Too many emotions overtake you and you find yourself confused as to what to do.

You simply opt for running to your room and grabbing your mobile.
You don't even hold back the sobs when you hear Hyukjae answer the phone.

Of Lunch Breaks, Painkillers and Mugs [eunhae oneshot]

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 15:20:17 GMT

Title: Of Lunch Breaks, Painkillers and Mugs
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: nah, just some swearing
Summary: It's been two working weeks since Donghae last saw Hyukjae.

He almost forgets his face, but not his name; he finds himself scribbling it on his palm during meetings.
A/N: This goes to Anne and Di because they're simply awesome and their motivational methods are the best thing since sliced bread. Definitely not one of my best fics, but hey, I tried XD

The round clock hanging on the wall points that the time is 12:36 when Donghae drinks down the remainder of his coffee. 'Minutes sure fly by,' he thinks and stands up, heading to the small sink opposite him. Turning the faucet on, he brings his red mug right under the running water and rinses it hastily.

His lunch break used to last one hour, but after management changed it shrunk to 45 minutes. He remembers his colleagues bitching and moaning about the incident, but he can't really sympathise. It's not like he's some kind of workaholic or anything, he just takes more pleasure in working than just being useless. He likes his job.

"So this is were all our sugar went," a voice behind his back says and startles him. He quickly turns around to see a thin man, probably in his early twenties, standing at the door of the small room. Donghae is perplexed, firstly because he has never seen the person before, and secondly because he doesn't understand a word.

"What?" he asks and maybe the confusion is too evident in his voice, because the unknown man smiles a little. Donghae watches as the guy's mouth opens and he think he's going to get a reply but instead all he hears is:

"Are you going to leave that running?" a finger points somewhere behind Donghae's back and it dawns on him, as he flushes and does a 180 to turn the tap off. He then focuses back on the stranger.

"I, uh," he says and coughs, "I was taken by surprise is all," he places both hands on his waist. "What was that about the sugar?" he frowns.

"My level ran out," he says and notices that Donghae still hasn't caught up "On my level," he points upwards "We don't have any sugar," he ends, placing his hands on what would be an X sign.

Donghae's mouth makes an 'O' shape as he stays silent for a while.

"Could you maybe give me some?" the man asks and flips his hair back with a sharp move of the head, brown strands getting out of the way.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," he answers while nodding almost frantically and reaches blindly behind him until he finds the jar he was looking for. "Here," he says and extends his hand as the other comes closer, accepting the item with a smile. Their fingers briefly brush against each other's.

"Thanks, man!' he says casually and he's gone before Donghae can even think 'Don't mention it'.

He realises he didn't get his name.

-----

The day after that Donghae walks into the tiny staff kitchen only to find there's no sugar. 'Just great,' he thinks and sighs. He checks the cupboards only to find them empty, except for one of them containing some kind of painkillers and a couple of fashion magazines.

He finds out 10 minutes have flown by so he decides some orange juice will just do, when he catches some kind of movement in the corner of his eye. Still kneeling in front of the open mini fridge, he looks up.

"We got it refilled," the man from yesterday says, a jar of sugar on his hand.

He closes the fridge's door and stand up. "I almost gave up," he replies and feels thankful when taking the object back. Or almost taking it back, since the stranger doesn't let go of it. He stills.

"I'll give it to you if you promise to make me some coffee too," the other grins and Donghae can see his gums. 'Way to make someone obey,' he thinks and nods.
"Great!" the man looks satisfied and pulls out a chair, making himself comfortable.

Donghae suddenly turns around. "Wait, how am I supposed to do this? There's no mug for you."

"What about the plastic cups in that corner?" the man points and Donghae feels stupid for not having seen them.

"Uh, right," he almost sweatdrops. "How do you drink it?" he asks when he's turned his back to the man.

"Four teaspoons of sugar and two coffee," he hears him say and he raises his eyebrows. People drink that stuff?

"Woah," he exclaims without realising it and the other chuckles.

"What, is it against your coffee beliefs?"

"My wh- Nah, it's just you don't look like the type," he replies while stirring the brown liquid.

"Are you implying I don't look sweet?" the man asks.

"No, of course you do!" he replies and rushes to correct himself. "I mean, you kinda do, if you squint," or something.

"Ah, is that so," he says and Donghae can hear a smirk while he finishes making his own coffee too.

Ignoring the slight mockery, he places the other's coffee in front of him on the table and sits on the other side. "You know, I lent you my sugar and I made you coffee but I still don't know your name," he says looking up at the other.

"Why, you curious?" the stranger asks and chuckles, but doesn't wait for an answer. "I'm Lee Hyukjae," he says and smiles.

"Lee Donghae," he says and nods.

"Nice to meet you," Hyukjae responds and silence follows as both of them take a sip of their drinks.

"So uh, you said you're from upstairs?" Donghae asks cocking his head to the side.

"Yep, Finance."

'Oh, a nerd?' he smiles to himself. "So I take it you're a numbers' guy," he actually says.

"Nah, not really. But my father is," the other replies and almost smiles bitterly. "You've got a neat place here, though," he admits and takes a brief look around.

Donghae nods. The Sales and Marketing section has always been pretty cozy, almost artsy, despite the professionalism. "We try," he grins back and he frowns when he hears a muffled melody, fast beats coming from somewhere in the other's pocket.

Hyukjae fishes his mobile out and the music is louder and clear now; it's one of the most recent hip hop hits, Donghae can tell. The taller's eyes widen at the small screen. "Damn, I gotta go," he stands up and downs what's left of his coffee. "Thanks, though!' he says as he lifts the empty cup.

All Donghae hears before the other practically flies away is a hurried "I'll see you around."

He mentally slaps himself after spending two minutes staring at the door and gets ready to go back to his office.

------

The next time Donghae sees Hyukjae is right the next day. He raises his eyebrows at seeing the mug the other is holding.

"I brought my gear along," he grins childishly and Donghae thinks that the man is seriously too playful for the job he's doing.

"Red monkeys with gold chains around their necks?" he looks at him in amusement.

"Why the hell not?" the other asks and looks at his mug almost lovingly.

"Anyway," Donghae says and makes the other man look up "Why are you here this time? Out of coffee?" he crosses his arms against his chest.

"No, I just like it here," he replies and his eyes kind of shine in a weird way, something which made Donghae shift a little. "So, are you making me that coffee or what?"

------

Hyukjae's passion is dancing, Donghae finds out, and if it hadn't been for his parents' pressure, he would have followed his dream. He has actually learned a lot about the man during the last week, considering the guy finds it hard to stop striking up a conversation with every chance possible. The best thing is, the younger thinks, that he's much simpler and friendlier than one would assume. He likes people like that.

"...and then like, they look at each other and the guy's expression turns completely serious and he takes off his glasses," Hyukjae does the movement and Donghae can feel the smile tugging at his lips in anticipation. "and the other guy goes all 'You are still dangerous!' and there's silence and he smiles cheesily," he pauses to take a breath "and says 'You can be my wingman anytime!' and the other dude goes 'You can be mine!' and then there's some gay music while they hug each other," he snorts.

"No way!" Donghae practically yells, almost tipping his head back.

"I'm serious!" Hyukjae replies and they both laugh like idiots, their coffee already cold by now, thanks to the taller's non-stop blabbing. "I'm telling you," he says as soon as they calm down "you've gotta see this movie, man," he suggests and is interrupted when a familiar tune is heard.

Donghae's eyes follow Hyukjae's and he watches as the other types something on his mobile. 'Ah, text.'

"Was that Epik High?" he asks after the device has been tucked in the other's pocket and the brunet's eyes widen.

"Get out, you like them?" he says surprised, and a smile is coming up on his features once more.

"Not really, but my girlfriend is a big fan," he answers before taking a sip of the cool, brown liquid. He understands something goes wrong when the other's face immediately falls.

"Oh. Really," Hyukjae replies but the way he voices it makes it sound like anything but a question.

Barely a minute goes by when the taller man's fingers drum on his mug. "Look, I got a thing to do," he says, not looking at Donghae, as he wraps his long, thin digits around the ceramic object and leaves before the other can say anything.

------

It's been two working weeks since Donghae last saw Hyukjae.

He almost forgets his face, but not his name; he finds himself scribbling it on his palm during meetings.

------

Donghae drags his feet to the kitchen one day to find an almost familiar figure leaning over the counter, as the comforting smell of coffee fills his nostrils.

"Hey," the person says as he turns and the shorter is surprised to see Hyukjae's face.

A cup of coffee is set in front of him when he sits and he looks up confused. "How did you know how to make mine?"

"I've seen you prepare it numerous times," the other replies getting a seat opposite him. Donghae feels special, stupid as it sounds. Noone has ever really gone through the whole process of learning how to make coffee for him.

"Uh, thanks," he takes it and is about to ask 'Where have you been?' when he takes a sip. His eyes bulge and a hand comes up to his mouth. "God, that tastes amazing!" he drinks again and almost moans.

Hyukjae smiles, 'satisfied' almost written across his forehead. "I used to work at a coffee shop during summer when I was a teen," he informs and brings his own mug to his own lips. "It's nearby, maybe we could go after work?" he asks once he's swallowed.

Donghae shifts on his chair. "No, not today," he looks sideways. "Some other day, maybe."

"Yeah, okay, cool," Hyukjae replies in a way that may or may not make it sound like it's really okay.

------

"There's no way you haven't noticed him, he's too cute not to be paid attention to!" Donghae hears a female voice chirping some desks behind him, as he continues editing that advertising plan he's working on. There's another voice but it's too low to make out, when the female from before speaks again. "I'm not overreacting at all. I'm telling you, they're screwing each other!" her tone is rude and excited, and Donghae is reminded of why he hates gossiping.

Checking the clock next to him he hears a sigh come out of his lips. Lunch break.
He stands up only to hear them suddenly seize talking. He shakes his head and moves towards the kitchen.

For some reason, he discovers he's in no mood for coffee today. Opting for some orange juice instead, he moodily helps himself.

Almost fifteen minutes later, Donghae is still alone in the room, save for a person named Heechul -Donghae thinks it's a male- who came in claiming to have the biggest headache in the history of ever. 'Aish, it hurts,' the other had said clutching his forehead and announced he needed some painkillers. 'Painkillers my ass,' Donghae thought. He clearly saw him sneaking that fashion magazine into his hoodie before storming off.

He turns around to refill his cup for the fourth time when something pops up behind him, startling the hell out of him.

"Am I late?" Hyukjae asks calmly, but widens his eyes at seeing the orange wet stain all over Donghae's shirt. "Shit, did I do this?"

The brunet lowers his head and sighs, a weak "It's fine," escaping his lips.

"God, I hadn't thought-" the other starts and stops himself, looking around for some tissues or anything useful. After a little hunting and fumbling around, he quickly moved up to Donghae, wiping at the mess he had caused. "Gee, I'm so sorry," he says and looks up to see Donghae only inches from him.

They freeze for a while just before Donghae grabs the tissue and moves a few steps away, cleaning his own self up. "I said it's fine," he snaps and doesn't even know why he's like that to begin with, but he does know that Hyukjae nods and leaves silently.

He keeps cursing for the rest of the break, until he finally gets back to work.

------

He doesn't even know why he bothers going to the kitchen anymore, instead of just staying at his desk waiting for the pause to end. Maybe, he thinks, it's because he hates seeing everybody together doing something, while he sulks alone.

He has his head placed on one open palm while he drinks coffee and he's in the middle of thinking how much his life sucks when he catches a flash of a person almost running by the door, something in their hands. Probably papers.

Two minutes later, the same person passes by, pausing just a little to take a look inside the kitchen. Hyukjae. Hyukjae, who obviously got some honey-blond highlights.

"Dude, why so gloomy?" he asks, touching the frame of the door, not even walking in. He does seem concerned, though, and it makes Donghae feel a little bad inside.

"It's nothing," he dismisses.

"No way, you've got some serious case of PMSing. What's up, really?" he pushes him further and it's just this that Donghae really needs.

"My girlfriend cheated on me, alright," he says and takes a sip of his coffee. It doesn't taste all that good.

The other seems taken aback. "What? Jesus, that's horrible, man, I'm so sorry," he exclaims and frowns, but still doesn't step in. His torso looks like it's leaning in, but his knees are not complying.

"Right before my birthday, hooray," the shorter says in a monotonous way and lifts his free hand, shaking it weakly, ironically expressing the joy he's not feeling.

"That's awful, buddy, I wish-"

"Yah, Hyukjae! Come already!" a hoarse voice is heard somewhere outside and the man in question puts his hands in his back pockets.

"I gotta go. Look, I'll try to catch up with you," he says and walks away.

Donghae closes his eyes and nods.

------

Donghae takes the next day off, spending one of "the happiest days in one's life" home, alone.

The kitchen stays almost empty.

------

The next lunch break he takes looks pretty uneventful, until he notices something wrapped in the corner of the counter, a card reading 'Donghae' placed against it.

He's not feeling adventurous enough to check what it is, but his curiosity gets him anyway, so there he is, standing in the far end of the room, holding a baby blue mug with purple, white and pink fish drawn all over it. It's pretty huge, he realises, and spends a few minutes computing just about how many usual cups of coffee that can handle.

He flips the card open, taking in the 'Happy Birthday, man!' and he thinks whoever wrote it must have contemplated over the 'man', seeing as the ink before the word seems a bit out-of-place. It's signed 'Lee Hyukjae' and Donghae lets the paper rest on top of the counter once more.

He takes the mug between his hands again and twists it around, studying it, basically thinking over things that related to it, rather than about it.

His mood is not really all that better but he cracks a smile, however.
After a little thinking, he decides it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever got him.

------

Donghae can feel he's getting over it after four days. No, really, he's already better.

He has forgotten about her, she hasn't contacted him -apart from one call on his birthday, which he didn't answer- and it's generally awesome, not keeping in touch. He's gotten praised for his work by his boss, because really, it was about freaking time, and everything's pretty much going well.

Pretty much, seeing as something is wrong, and although he has a suspicion about what it could be, he doesn't want to admit it.

That is, until Hyukjae drops by, all fidgeting, toying with his hoodie and whatnot.

"Are you any better?" he asks and steps in this time, but doesn't sit down. Instead, he comes to stand right next to Donghae's chair and the latter feels the need to stand up himself, although he doesn't know why. He does so, anyway.

"Yeah, you can say that," he replies and doesn't care about the slight height difference. He's okay with keeping his eyes a little higher.

"So, you liked it?" Hyukjae points at the mug on the table next to them and Donghae nods after understanding what he was talking about.

"Yeah, it was kind of you, thanks," he says plainly and can feel something coming but can't quite put his finger on it.

They stay silent and he feigns a cough.

"Look," Hyukjae breaks the quiet. "You can hate me all you want, but I'll keep kicking myself unless I do it, so here it goes," he says, and Donghae is ready to ask him what the hell he meant when a hand grabs the back of his neck and pulls him in, thus making his lips lock with Hyukjae's. Neither of them opens his mouth, they just smash against each other in what would seem cute but feels rough and raw.

Just moments later, maybe too soon, the hand is draws back and a body steps away, and Donghae thinks he almost clinged there for a second.

They just stare at each other for a bit and Hyukjae leaves in a flash, not sparing a word.

When Donghae recollects himself, remembering he has to work too, he can't tell if he's feeling angry or sad when he exits the kitchen.

------

He doesn't see him for two days and it frustrates him.

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He doesn't see him for six days and it angers him.

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He doesn't see him for eight days and it kills him.

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On the tenth day, he doesn't even go to their kitchen. He flies up the stairs for what would be the first time in his life and looks around when he's at the end of the steps.

The office area is identical with downstairs, the only difference being the numbers and statistics covering walls and desks. He follows the path he supposes he should follow and comes to stand in the entry of the Finance's kitchen. It's got two or three cliques of women and men chatting, and the boy's eyes check the room for somebody.

He doesn't even hesitate when their eyes lock on each other; he strides over and takes Hyukjae's face in both his hands, pulling him down until they're together, bodies fusing, tongues brushing against each other and two hands clutch painfully at his waist but he doesn't care a bit. He can hear cheers around him and he can tell the other's smiling into the kiss, and so does is he.
They only break away some seconds later, lungs fighting for some oxygen.

His forehead comes to rest against the other's and he stares so intensely into the taller's eyes that there's a possibility he's cross-eyed. "That coffee shop of yours," he grins. "When can we go there?"

~The End

Flaw by Flaw [EunHae Vignette]

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 15:29:09 GMT

Title: Flaw by Flaw
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: nah
Summary: See, fans view him as a God and it's downright irritating. Because, please, you've been living with the guy for as long as you can remember, you should know better than them.
A/N: I dunno, this is pretty pointless :P
"You" is Donghae

"He's not perfect," you whisper to yourself as you study his face in the dark. His lips are partly open and his messy hair is sticking to the pillow, dirty red locks sticky with sweat.

Your sweatpants' material is clinging onto your skin almost unbearably so, and you choose to pull the covers off your body. The rustling obviously disturbs his sleep and you watch as he frowns, displease evident on his features. He's always been a light sleeper and it makes you uncomfortable every single night you toss and turn in the bed.

His breath falls right against your face now and it definitely doesn't smell of strawberries.

You turn around, facing the wall, and you're silently grateful for being even a little bit further from him. His body burns like a furnace regardless the season, and even though it feels nice in the winter, having him all over you in the middle of the summer is terribly annoying. It's already warm and humid as it is.

See, fans view him as a God and it's downright irritating. Because, please, you've been living with the guy for as long as you can remember, you should know better than them. And you do, as a matter of fact.
First off, he's goofy. After watching some performances, one would think that Eunhyuk is really a dance machine, a person of unlimited sex-appeal and charisma, only he's not. He's foolish and childish and a total klutz. That's not Eunhyuk, that's Hyukjae.

A faint snort reaches your ears and you roll your eyes. Right, that too. Up to this day, you still haven't figured out how he has the ability to wake up by a pin dropping to the floor, when his own self being -very- noisy doesn't seem to even register to him.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. He's not flawless, he's aggravating and full of bad habits. No matter how many times you've asked him to stop, he still quotes Dragon Ball. It might sound cute to some, but it definitely feels irksome and confusing to you whenever you have to ask "Is that you speaking or Goku?" just to make sure he's really taking part in the conversation. Plus, he always has some lame come-back every time you snap at him. God knows you hate Hyuk's guts.

And it doesn't stop there. Oh no, you could keep going forever, because he. is. not. perfect.
His nose looks gigantic from specific angles, his eyes are always puffy in the morning, his smile is too gummy -although, okay, it's kinda cute- and the sex; the sex is good, but awkward some times, 'cause honestly, how can a person be that skinny. Sigh.

You still can't fall asleep and it's unnerving. You sigh quietly and decide to occupy yourself until you're too tired to do anything else.

******

You've already reached #73 in your list of 'Hyukjae's Flaws' when you feel that familiar body heat wrap around you and you swear to all things holy that you're going to kill this man in the morning.

A bare chest sticks to your own skin and one hand lands on top of your hip, bony fingers lightly massaging the area, relaxing you. Seriously, if he wasn't that good at soothing you this easily, he would have been dead already.

You feel him shift even closer to you, to the point there's practically no space between you, and two plump lips plant a small, barely-there kiss to the spot right under your ear. Your eyes fall shut.

"Donghae," he whispers against the nape of your neck and you more sense it than hear it. "Sleep," the hand from before comes to wrap tightly around your torso, almost suffocating you, but you can't quite bring yourself to complain or even swat it away. "'s late," he mumbles and you swear your head is getting heavier and you're growing more and more tired.

He's not perfect, he definitely isn't, but he's much more than you had ever thought you'd deserve. Much more than you need. That's your last thought before you let sleep overpower you in his embrace.

The End

Dr. LOVE (Or How to Get Donghae's Heart in 7 Steps)

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 13:58:07 GMT

Title: Dr. LOVE (Or How to Get Donghae's Heart in 7 Steps)
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Crack, Humor, Romance
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: nervouswreck!Eunhyuk, pimp!Heechul
Summary: "I'm talking about romance and fluff and cupid!" the older replied, throwing his hands in the space above him, and just like that, Eunhyuk had gotten himself a contract with the devil.
A/N: I'm sure you'll eventually get bored of seeing me post, but until then, I'll keep writing XD Crack ahead, you've been warned.

"I'm the master of Love!" Heechul had stated triumphantly when Eunhyuk asked who was knocking on his door and the younger could swear he could see rose petals flying in the air.

"So?" asked warily the confused boy, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What 'so'?" the other responded as he climbed onto Hyukjae's bed in one fluid motion. "I can see what you're doing there, monkey boy, and you're failing hard," a greasy smile appeared on his features but his face fell when he registered the blankness in Eunhyuk's look. "Trying to get Donghae's heart, nitwit!" he rolled his eyes and the younger looked away.

"What are you talking about," he mumbled under his breath while his fingers started fiddling with a loose thread of his comforter.

"I'm talking about romance and fluff and cupid!" the older replied, throwing his hands in the space above him, and just like that, Eunhyuk had gotten himself a contract with the devil.

Then again, he thought, an arrangement with the Prince of Darkness would have been much safer than one with the Queen of Pink.

******

Step #1

"It's all about the looks."

"What does that mean?"

"That means you're spending the remainder of the day in my closet." a click of the tongue

"Hyung, I'm not so sure about this," Eunhyuk's voice trembled a bit as he took a look at his reflection. Seriously, there was no way in hell he would be able to walk around in that pair of hot pink pants without damaging any important parts.

"Shut up, I always know what I'm doing," the other replied as clearly as he could, holding a dress pin between his lips. His fingers were searching for something in his wardrobe, and judging by the confirmative "Mhmm!" he released, he probably found it.

Hyukjae's eyes bulged when he looked at his crotch, after Heechul had done whatever he had intended to. "Sexilicious?" he asked terrified, taking in all the bling and the oomph the belt he was wearing possessed.

"Got it during sales. Ain't it gorgeous?" he whispered in a tone full of pride and before the other could say anything, he was already being ushered to the kitchen.

Looking at his surroundings, the dancer realised the older man had left him there, stranded in the spacey room. With Donghae. Wearing that stuff.

Not willing to let panic take him over just yet, he weakly raised a hand, waving at his friend, practically sweatdropping. "Hey-yy, Hae. How has it been so far?" he tried to smile.

"Boring," he replied and raised an eyebrow while his gaze was wandering all over the other. "Yours?"

"Uh," his fingers played with the ending of his tight tuqruoise shirt. "Colourful," he added and Donghae nodded.

"I can see that," he noted and patted the chair next to him "Wanna join me for a minute before I go for a bit exercising?" he offered, and how could Eunhyuk say no to that.

Little did he know though, that he would have to stay there stuck for an extra 15 minutes after Donghae had left. When Sungmin came to rescue him, he inwardly swore that he'd burn those pants, no matter how many glares he would receive from Heechul.

******

Step #2

"The hair. It needs to go."

"Go?"

"You look like a puppy with that fringe. Would you date a puppy? I sure as hell wouldn't."

'Never trust Heechul with scissors', an old saying goes, and Hyukjae's gut was telling him to take its advice, but what was a person to do when he was being led into the bathroom by a prissy queen? Oh and, did I mention the scissors?

"You never said anything about dye," Eunhyuk's eyes widened.

"Hey, if you want a make-over, do it right," the other said and started getting busy behind his back.

The younger wanted to argue and say that, in fact, he didn't really want it, it was being forced onto him. He dismissed it. "...What colour is it?" something was wrong, very very very wrong.

"It's the colour of passion and fire," was all the other had said before Eunhyuk felt tugging at his locks. Oh damn.

"Wow now that's radical!" Sungmin was the first who noticed him as he entered the living room, and soon 10 heads turned around at the same time, followed by whistling and some loud, teasing 'ew's.

Heechul, who was walking right behind him, raised his hands and motioned them to lower their volume. Pushing him towards the direction of Donghae, he looked satisfied when the dancer fell practically on the brunet's lap.

Eunhyuk felt hands steadying him in place -in response to which he felt like blushing- and heard the younger speak excitedly.

"It looks pretty hot, Hyuk!" referring most probably to the colour, the dancer thought, and he continued by going his fingers through the hair. "Where'd you get the idea?" he grinned.

Hyukjae's brain was racing. "Uh, Slam Dunk?" he smiled.

******

Step #3

"We need to show off your natural skills."

"Dancing?" a grin

"Exactly. Let me do some business talk."

Apparently, Heechul's definition of 'business talk' included doing gooey eyes to the choreographer and threatening the manager.

The day after the incident, they had a designated meeting concerning the Super Show II stage. For your information, it seemed like every simple dance move had something to do with him and Donghae suggesting inappropriate things.

When Eunhyuk asked "Why opponent gang leaders?" Heechul had simply replied "I had read this Eunhae mafia fanfiction. It was sexy."

Truth be told, the dancer had had a blast during rehearsals and actual performances alike. In just three nights he had managed to grope Donghae's ass, share a -sadly indirect- kiss and break the other's necklace during their on-stage fight. Thrice. Except for the necklace thing, of course.

Best part was, Donghae didn't seem to complain that much.

******

Step #4

"Have you ever thought of turning to God?"

"Why, have you?"

"Naw, but it could help you."

"I'm so delighted you came to me for help, hyung!" Siwon said with sparkles in his eyes and Eunhyuk felt creeped out.

"Does- does this thing work?" he questioned frowning, more than willing to run away from the other.

"Thing? Hyukjae, what are you talking about? Praying is the most direct and honest way to reach out for Lord, to ask for guidance and happiness," he reassured him with a stoned smile.

"Okay just, just tell me how to do this," the dancer started thinking back, wondering if Siwon had locked the door behind him.

The muscular man opened his drawer and took out a big black book which he held almost lovingly and handed it over to the older. "Just study, pray and dedicate yourself," he answered and Eunhyuk nodded quickly, exiting as fast as possible.

'Happiness my ass' Hyukjae had thought a few days later, seeing as he still hadn't gotten what he wanted. Regardless of his disappointment, the habit of praying before going to bed had already worked its way into him.

******

Step #5

"You must try bringing the beast out of him."

"That... sounds scary."

"Ugh when will you ever learn. Make him jealous, dumbass."

Heechul had told him to become more physical with the others in front of Donghae. Eunhyuk supported that only Heechul could do something so slutty and the older had thanked him.

Whenever the dancer had thought he should do something, his body just wouldn't comply.

"Maybe I'm just not touchy by nature," he had defended himself and Heechul had said "Or maybe you're just too innocent."

Eunhyuk didn't quite know how to take that comment, but considering the person it had come from, it must have been negative.

******

Step #6

"Since you're not 'touchy by nature'" airquotes and eye-rolling "we should try out subtlety."

"You. Are going to teach me. About subtlety?"

"Am I sensing some sarcasm?"

"Donghae," Hyukjae called vaguely, not taking his stare away from the television screen.

"Hm?" the other had hummed from his seat next to the dancer on the big couch.

"I realised we never talk about women," he tried to sound as uninterested and blank as he could, but in reality he only lightly focused on the show in front of them.

"Women?" the younger asked and Hyukjae could almost sense his eyebrows rising.

"Yeah, you know, like, uh, buddies, drinking a beer and talking about females," he replied and fought in order to hold back the disgust when the last word rolled off his tongue.

"Is it necessary?"

"Do you think it is?"

"Not really."

"Okay."

Eunhyuk wasn't really sure what their conversation had meant.

******

Step #7

"You need more time alone."

"We work together 24/7"

"Work. What must happen is an accidental romantic date."

Or, at least, supposed-to-be accidental. One shouldn't forget that Heechul's secrets were never really secrets to begin with. Eunhyuk could prove that.

Especially since the whole Super Junior minus-two-dancers had evacuated the building. More like, vaporised in a fraction of a second.

So here was Hyukjae, standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking emptily out the window. He wanted to see the other, strike a conversation with him, but if the locked door of his room meant something, he thought he'd rather not.

Until the sound of feet against the floor reached his ears and he turned around to see Donghae smiling at him.

"Hey," the younger greeted, not really moving.

"Hey back," he said, standing almost stiffly.

"I've lost my favourite necklace and I've been looking for it for an eternity," he sighed. "Would you mind lending a hand?" he asked and pointed towards his bedroom.

"Oh, sure," the other responded, a bit disappointed but willing nonetheless, and followed the other dancer until he got to his destination and slightly froze on the spot. Well okay, not slightly. Totally.

The room was mainly dark except for a couple of candles casting soft light around, just enough to let him see the wooden tray on top of the younger's mattress, carrying... well... sandwiches and cola, but still.

"Join me?" Donghae offered with a grin and Eunhyuk gladly accepted.

Not long after, the tray had been set aside, completely forgotten, as shy kisses were being exchanged, awkward chuckles filling the room.

What none of them paid attention to was Donghae's mobile phone vibrating, meaning the arrival of a new text message.

"All yours as promised, babe!
Your children will owe me big time, Fishy.

xoxo, Dr. LOVE"

Beretta 2/2 [eunhae twoshot]

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 23:26:07 GMT

Title: Beretta [Sequel to Para-Ordnance] 2/2
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae, YeWook
Genre: AU, Action
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: hitmen, guns, swearing, innuendoes
Summary: Donghae had been trying to regain his consciousness for what seemed like ages, when he finally got to open his eyes
A/N: Last part, as promised. Hope you guys enjoy it 8DDD [Part 1 here]

None of them brought up the phone incident after that. It was safe to say it had been almost forgotten. Much less important.

The afternoon after the morning get-together had been rather uneventful. For Donghae, at least. He was just in his room, alone, bored out of his freaking mind, and the others were somewhere off-limits to him. He felt slightly jealous for being left out of the loop but promised himself not to make a big deal and get frustrated over it. They had the right to have secret meetings and talk about serious things, about work. Or something.

He had started focusing on the floor, trying to spot figures and faces in the swirls and shapes the linoleum created, when there was a knock on the door. Quickly sitting up and taking on an I-really-don't-care expression, he gave his permission.

When the door opened, he was honestly taken aback. He had expected that Eunhyuk would appear, making some asshole-ish comment, but Yesung came in instead. He looked rather soft, too.

"A good friend came by and dropped off some food," he offered. "And I thought you should join us," he added, looking down. He was totally different from before. Someone had done some thinking, Donghae realised.

"Yeah, I'd be glad to, thanks," he paused and looked at himself, clearly displeased that he would be eating lunch while still wearing pajamas.

"Oh and, about that, you should ask Eunhyuk to lend you some clothes until you get yours," he was obviously trying to be as friendly as he could, and Donghae appreciated it.

"I should just do that," he nodded smiling and walked a bit, ready to leave the room with the other man, when he felt a hand hesitantly touching his shoulder.

"I uh, I'm sorry," Yesung almost fought to let the words out, and the other's smile widened, nodding once more.

Donghae seriously felt the need to thank Ryeowook later.

******

The atmosphere had been good, almost family-like. The food had been even better.

He fell asleep almost the exact moment his head hit the pillow.

******

Somewhere between riding his bike around Candyland and swimming in the sea without a care to the world, Donghae was internally damning Eunhyuk to Hell when light managed to break through his closed eyelids, a rather loud voice filling his ears.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" he heard the redhead yell with a grin on his face as he intruded in his room.

Cracking an eye open just to see the other, Donghae wished he was still under the tranquilizer's influence. "Get 'e hell out," he mumbled, hiding himself beneath the covers.

"Nooope," the other replied as he quickly grabbed the end of the comforter and tugged at it forcefully, revealing the younger man. "Today is your lucky day," he stared cheerfully.

"What is it you want from meee?" he whined and wondered where in the world Eunhyuk got his great mood from.

He pursed his lips and made a great show out of pretending to think "Truth is there are a lot of things I want from you, but for the moment, I just want you to get out of those pajamas," he looked down at him as the brunet's eyes widened.

"WHAT?" he squeaked.

Eunhyuk sighed. "See, I'm not the one wanting things, then. What I meant is," he extended his arms and showed a set of clothes "Put these on and get your ass moving, I'll be giving you the grand tour today!" he said excitedly and left the clothes at the foot of the bed before turning to leave. "I'll be seeing you soon," he sing-sang and exited the room.

Donghae sighed and closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, barely keeping himself awake, when he finally decided to get up.

He had no idea what time it was -although it felt really early- but he did know he was not in the mood to be tugged around by a bouncy Eunhyuk. However, the idea of getting to know the place, and maybe even asking some questions in the meantime, sounded tempting.

Taking a look at the dark-coloured shirt and jeans that had been left there by the redhead, Donghae had to admit that the other's taste wasn't half as bad. To be honest, they weren't that far from what he would choose to wear himself. Thankful that he wasn't given anything too flashy or humiliating, he started changing.

******

When he met with Eunhyuk again, it was safe to say he felt a little better. He had almost completely woken up, despite the lack of coffee, and was ready to explore.

"This way," Eunhyuk pointed and approached the pad next to the door they were currently in front of. He punched in the right combination needed and a confirmative beep was heard, followed by the sound of the door being unlocked. Pushing it open, the redhead held it there before stepping back, allowing Donghae to enter first.

And that's when surprise smacked the brunet up the head. He had heard about weaponries -his team even had a cabin too- but the room he was standing in was out of this planet. Fully stocked shelves held weapons of all categories and sizes, safely placed behind locked glass doors.
It seemed like they were sorted meticulously; Rifles, shotguns, handguns, all perfectly polished. Then came the close combat category; daggers, knives, and items of high rarity, and somewhere lost in his awe, Donghae wondered if they had ninja stars too.

"Are you alright?" Eunhyuk asked in an amused fashion when he caught the sight of the shorter almost drooling. "I guess you understood were we are," he grinned.

"Damn right I did," Donghae said in a thrilled tone, still looking around, his eyes meeting weapons in all 360 degrees. Believe it, he checked. "Who takes care of all these?"

"Yesung. He tracks them down, buys them, protects them, and even modifies them when the right chance is given," he placed his hands on his own hips. "Does a good job at it, too," he smiled.

"Suppose it's a good thing I didn't get in any more trouble with him, then." he laughed in response, drawing a chuckle from the other.

"True."

******

Having recovered from the initial shock, Donghae followed the other into the next part of the building. This room was not quite as impressive as the one before, but it definitely was of great importance, if the wires and appliances all around him indicated something. 'Stepping into unknown territory' he thought to himself and he was super careful about not stepping on anything.

"This is the place Kyuhyun works in," Eunhyuk stated the obvious and Donghae felt like a small boy all over again. He highly admired people who could catch up with technology, let alone use it to their advantage.

His gaze flew up, spotting a camera hanging from the ceiling, glaring at them. "I'm getting the impression we shouldn't be here right now," the brunet said nervously and looked around to confirm the genius' absence.

"Yeah, Kyu gets a little irritated when we mess around with his stuff but he's taken a secret liking to you, so I think he'll be alright," the other replied and flashed him a smile. "Plus, you're the Chief's favourite," he said, and the way he smirked make Donghae understand what he meant and flush.

******

The last room he was allowed into, besides his complaints because "There are places you're not showing me, but this was supposed to be the grand tour!", was the play room. It was a pretty big space filled with anything that could help a person relax. Soft-cushioned couches, huge LCD tv, game consoles, pinballs, and basically every item that existed in every little boy's dreams.

Donghae had read something similar exists in the Google headquarters.

Eunhyuk threw himself against an orange bean bag chair and sunk into it, inviting the younger to sit to the one next to him.

"What about Ryeowook?" Donghae found himself asking, and blamed it to being too curious for his own good. To be honest, he knew little about the boy, apart from the fact that his voice had something.

"Ryeowook... He is your average damsel-in-distress story, only with a twist. We first met him in a mission quite some years ago, when a target of ours was abusing him physically," Eunhyuk paused to take a breath and it almost looked like he was starting to get depressed from the memories "I- We didn't know, so when I got to the guy, I found Ryeowook hiding in the closet inside his bedroom. Not sure what to do, I brought him here, wanting to talk with the others about it. Yesung was firm on taking him under his wing. I guess you could say it was a first-sight spark. They've been attached to the hip ever since. He's not a part of the business, but he's- He's family," he smiled fondly at the thought.

Donghae didn't really know what to say in response to that. The story was pretty amazing -and romantic, to be honest- indeed. "Wow," he chose to say.

"Yeah."

Silence followed and the brunet sighed. "So for how long am I staying here?" he asked, staring straight into the other's eyes.

"Well I'm not sure I can let you leave yet," he said and Donghae wasn't sure what he meant exactly, "so make yourself at home."

******

It had been over a week since Donghae had been brought there unconscious, and he had almost become used to the others' presence, attitude and schedules. He knew when they were troubled, working, sleepy, happy or chatty, and frankly, he wasn't sure whether he was glad about it.

At times it felt as if he was interrupting, coming in the middle of something big, being unwanted. It felt like forcing himself into their family, and Donghae hated it. He had never wanted to be the odd man out, and it looked like he was now.

Eunhyuk had pushed any similar thought out of his mind by whispering a wet "You're thinking too much" into his ear.

******

Winter was setting in and if something is widely accepted it's that winter makes you feel lonely. And this is exactly how Donghae felt that particular morning.

The others were locked away into their rooms, planning stuff for an upcoming job and he had his blues, as usual.
Sitting in the corner of the biggest couch in the play room, which conveniently happened to be placed opposite of the television, the brunet rested his feet on top of the coffee table in front of him. Remote control in hand, he was had been flipping through channels for over an hour, when steps were heard from outside, and Eunhyuk made his appearance.

"Taking that 'make yourself at home' a little too seriously, aren't we?" he smirked while entering and walked further into the room.

"That's not how people greet each other in the morning, according to my books," Donghae responded and pretended to be uninterested in the redhead when he stopped on a specific tv programme.

"Sorry for my manners, your Highness," Eunhyuk rolled his eyes as he sat next to the shorter. "Good morning," he bowed his head and laughed at the annoyed expression the other gave him.
"What you watching?" he asked casually and arched his eyebrows at the proud look on Donghae's face.

The raven-haired female news presenter seemed pretty serious, and Hyukjae payed close attention to her words.

"...when the well-known business man Lee SooMan was found murdered this dawn, in the suite of a five-star hotel. The police has been investigating the crime scene and talks about a professional job. The murderer left no traces behind, apart from an envelope placed on top of a nightstand. A card was found in it, portraying a pink flower, while the initials HC were drawn in the bottom right corner of the paper. No additional information has been provided, but stay tuned in order to..."
The Power Off button was pushed.

Eunhyuk was baffled. Words were caught in his throat while his brain was still going through all the info. What mostly surprised him was the look of utter smugness Donghae was sporting. "Wait, that means- You called him?!" he asked in total disbelief.

The brunet's smile widened as he nodded. "Had to be done one way or another, right?"

"But how did you know he...?" he trailed off, the question obvious.

"Every business man has a dirty, not-so-straight little secret," Donghae said matter-of-factly and Eunhyuk found himself in awe.

"Amazing, but still, ironic, having him do the work for us, when we were both struggling to outdo each other," the redhead nodded to himself.

"I know," the brunet agreed. "And, by the way," he said as he shifted, turning to straddle the taller's lap "you still owe me that raspberry candy you stole," he placed his hands around the other's neck, taking confidence from his almost-triumph.

Eunhyuk smirked and hummed, placing his hands on Donghae's hips. "I might have some left."

"Hmm? Let me check," the brunet replied, leaning in and stealing the redhead's lips for a long-drawn kiss.

Beretta 1/2 [eunhae twoshot]

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 10:24:28 GMT

Title: Beretta [Sequel to Para-Ordnance] 1/2
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae, YeWook
Genre: AU, Action
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: hitmen, guns, swearing, innuendoes
Summary: Donghae had been trying to regain his consciousness for what seemed like ages, when he finally got to open his eyes.
A/N: I've been shamelessly distracting myself from writing this one, but yeah, it's here XD Part two will be posted soon.
Comments are ♥~

Donghae had been trying to regain his consciousness for what seemed like ages, when he finally got to open his eyes. The place he was in was rather dark, and as he shifted his gaze around, a swirling sensation overpowered him. All of a sudden, his head was spinning, his mouth felt as if it was full of cotton and his ears were ringing. He felt nauseous, the sensation of movement strong, even if he knew he was still lying down.

Willing his body to stop moving at all, he let out a sigh he could barely even hear when he felt stable again. Not even attempting to wonder what was happening to him, he stayed immobilized, holding his eyelids closed shut. Basic rule of the job; when eyes can't see, ears can listen.

Following that principle, he tried to take in his surroundings the best he could, provided his whole body felt numb.
There was some noise somewhere nearby. Something muffled and constantly changing. Focusing more, he managed to make the sound quality better. Whatever that was, it sounded like words, forming sentences Donghae would be able to understand with a little more trying. Deciding not to give up, he contentedly found out a conversation was taking place somewhere on his right, probably behind a wall.

"...can't understand you!" a hoarse voice reached his ears. It was low and frustrated, Donghae could tell.

"Well I can't understand you either. What's your problem?" it was a familiar tone, a melody he knew, he could swear he did. And he was just a second away from figuring out who it belonged to.

"My problem?" the unknown man emphasised his last word. "My problem is that you're doing some serious crap. You know I respect you, but it was downright stupid of you bringing him here," the person added and his words made Donghae think.

"I had no other option," the second voice responded with some kind of desperation evident, and that's when it matched to a face. A very well-known face, framed by red locks of hair.

"Oh really? You didn't? How about the option of leaving him the fuck alone?"

"To get killed?" Eunhyuk quickly retorted, sounding almost angry himself, now.

"Well, he could die for all I care," the man replied, and his words were ice-cold. Donghae felt a sharp blow to his heart.

"Yesung, you know that was harsh," a third, calmer, slightly high-pitched and almost inaudible voice piped in.

There was a loud sigh and an awkward silence which made Donghae feel uneasy, even more than before.

"You said you respect me," the redhead told the other after a while "If so, trust my judgement this time too," he was almost pleading.

"Why should I-"

"Jongwoon," that third voice said meaningfully. It was tranquil, however firm and powerful.

"Fine, I-" a shaky breath "I just hope he doesn't rat out on us," that person, Yesung, Jongwoon or whatever finally responded. The sentence itself wasn't that resentful, but the tone in which it was worded sure sounded like the man had regretted what he had said. Donghae was amazed that such a -most probably- little boy could change the other man's mind with just speaking a little, as if controlling him. He dismissed the thought quickly however, when he heard footsteps leaving the place, two people walking away.

He silently thought 'what happened to one of the three?' when a knob turned and the sound of a door opening and closing reached his ears. He held himself still, willing his breathing to become even, feigning sleep.

The person in the room started approaching him slowly, quietly, almost dangerously, and panic almost took him over. So here he was, helpless, obviously drugged, and an unknown man was in there with him.

He realised someone was already in his personal space. A breath was falling onto his cheek and oh God what if it was that I-hate-Donghae Yesung guy? And what if he was holding a knife or a gun or whatever? He swore he could see his whole life flashing in front of his closed eyes and JesusI'mtooyoungtodieyet when-

"You can stop pretending now, your fake-sleeping skills suck," a horribly familiar voice filled the space between them -then again, space barely existed at the moment- and a wave of relief washed over Donghae.

"I'd call you a bastard if my brain didn't feel mushed right now," he said to Eunhyuk, and his voice cracked an awful much. It was decent for his first sentence since forever, though.

A rich chuckle was the other's reply, and even if he couldn't see at all right now, he could vividly imagine the bright smile that accompanied it. "Right. Blame the tranquilizer for that."

"The tranq- What the hell are you talking abou- owowowmyhead," because yeah, trust Donghae to forget about anything and simply try to sit up in this condition. He felt warm hands setting him down again, placing him gently upon the mattress.

"I'll explain later. Now sleep. Join us for coffee in the morning," was all he managed to hear before losing consciousness once more.

******

The next time his eyes opened willingly, Donghae was feeling much more sober than before.

He was hesitant about trying to move, but when curiosity managed to convince him, he was pleased to find the vertigo from before was -almost completely- gone. His head was clear. His body... You couldn't quite say it was fully functional just yet, limbs still a little numb, but controllable whatsoever.

His surroundings were still pretty dark -due to the absence of windows, he noted- but the light seeping through the crack under the door was enough to help him navigate. Lifting his feet off the bed, he made a face as they came in contact with the cold linoleum floor. Frowning, he realised his clothes were also changed. He wasn't wearing the usual black attire now, but soft, baby-blue-coloured pajamas. 'Comfy,' was what went through his mind and he released a quiet chuckle.

The room he was in was rather simple. Not small, but not big either. A medium-sized room with white walls, a single bed, a chair and a mirror. Pretty random stuff, not even things were considered essential -apart from the bed, obviously- but Donghae didn't feel like complaining to anyone.

Attempting to walk for the first time, he found the experience pretty weird, considering his legs were not quite awake yet, but he decided to just live with it. Taking a quick glance at his reflection as he walked past the mirror, he reached for the door. His hand was about to turn the knob when he stopped himself, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't quite know why he did the whole thing, but did it however. 'Now or never,' he thought, and opened the door.

******

The world beyond the room he was previously in wasn't all that different than before. The furnishing was pretty basic, decoration almost non-existent, and he wasn't surprised to notice that the walls and floor tilling was the same as his 'bedroom'.

He hadn't been exploring for long, but all he had encountered on the way here was doors. Lots of them, on both of his sides. They were all the same, not breaking the monotony of the building. And well, the monotony clearly included password-protected entries, the thin boxes attached to the wall requesting for a combination whenever Donghae looked over.

Suddenly there was a turn, and a half-open door before that. He stilled, caught between letting his curiosity take the best of him or following his logic and just continuing to walk.

He was just about to extend his hand toward the door when he realised someone was there, behind him. Turning around and trying not to look like a deer caught in the spotlight, he found a small, thin boy in front of him. The obviously younger male offered him a bright, sweet smile that had Donghae dazzled.

"I take it you're the infamous Donghae," the boy said, smile never leaving his features.

He would have answered, he tried to, but instead his mouth just opened and closed, making a great impression of a fish out of the water.

"I'm Ryeowook," the shorter responded while stifling a laugh and extended his hand, which Donghae held almost carefully, afraid not to shatter any frail bones or grip too hard on soft skin.

Drawing his hand back, Ryeowook stepped a few feet ahead of the older and looked behind him when he realised he wasn't being followed.
"Walk, silly," he said in that calm but cheery voice of his and as Donghae was tracing his steps, he realised that he maybe understood why he had that power to control that guy from yesterday.

The strong scent of coffee reached his nostrils and when he came in front of yet another door, he stopped moving altogether. Who exactly was the 'us' Eunhyuk had referred to last night? Pausing, deep into his thoughts, he felt the feeling of someone tugging on his hand. Looking down, he realised he was being led by the smaller man once more, and without even meaning to, he found himself walking past that door and entering the room.

This was different, much different from before. The space felt cozy and welcoming, almost heavily decorated, the warm smell of coffee surrounding him. And people pretty much everywhere.

The first face his eyes fell upon was that of Eunhyuk. The guy had been practically everywhere Donghae was, both physically and mentally. He was grinning now.
The persons he noticed right after that were both unknown, and watching him intensely, both with different expressions on their features. One of them was tall, standing close to Eunhyuk, and the most interesting thing about him was that big smile accompanying a raised eyebrow. Honestly, the man had one damn long smile.
The last male remaining was a man sitting on the couch in the far side of the room. He was clearly glaring at him, his eyes focusing on his and Ryeowook's entwined hands. Oh, who could that be.

"Look what I found in the hall," Ryeowook announced and left his side as he went closer to the moody guy, his fingers finding their way through the sitting man's hair, managing to make his expression soften visibly. 'The beast and its keeper,' Donghae thought to himself and pried his eyes away when a strong, possessive arm came to rest around Ryeowook's waist.

"I, uh," Eunhyuk attempted, breaking the silence "guess I should introduce you," he offered. "Donghae, this is Kyuhyun," he pointed towards the boy close to him and Donghae tried his best not to flood the guy with questions "the meanie over there is Yesung," he added, not failing to shoot a 'behave' look towards the other "and I assume you've already met Ryeowookie," he ended.

"Pleased to meet you," Donghae greeted, giving his best shot at sounding cool. Whatever happened to the skillful, cool guy he was?

Silence struck and awkwardness was all over the place. He was confused and frustrated. He had so many things to ask and numerous complaints to make, but he couldn't feel comfortable enough. Not with 4 people staring at him like that.

"Would the sleeping beauty fancy some coffee after her rest?" Kyuhyun questioned bowing and Donghae couldn't quite distinguish if he was being ironic or friendly. He decided to answer anyway.

"I'd greatly appreciate it," he said and hoped that the myth about coffee making communication between people easier was true.

******

After a few minutes of stepping around each other, the five of them finally got to relax and interact like everyday people would. Donghae had never been more relieved in his whole life.

Sitting on the one head of the table, he was opposite Kyuhyun -who really was such a great guy, beside the snark and the geekiness- while Ryeowook and that Yesung were seated on his left, on that comfortable looking couch. Eunhyuk was the only one standing, purple mug in his palm, as he was slightly looming over Donghae.

They were almost making casual talk, mostly the 4 of them chatting about -believe it or not- household chores, as he watched.

"What. What about yesterday?" he suddenly piped in when the right chance was presented to him.

"Yesterday?" the redhead asked, looking almost caught off guard.

"Yeah, as in, Lee-SooMan-yesterday. I've spent a whole night here and I don't even know why," he said in response. "Care to share?"

Eunhyuk seemed taken by surprise, as if he wasn't expecting that question at all. The rest of them had that curious expression and Donghae figured they hadn't heard details either.

"Well since you were foolish enough to go in there unprepared," he started and paused for a fraction of a second "you obviously blew everything by stepping on that cat's tail," to which Ryeowook and Kyuhyun almost choked on their coffee, as Yesung rolled his eyes "and woke up the target, along with triggering the extra security guards a few feet away from the room. One of them was quick enough to shoot you with a tranquilizer gun, it's still a wonder how the shot was just right not to kill you, and, well, we had a grand exit."

And it all managed to sound so fucking casual.

"You-" Donghae started, but made a change of plans "They tranquilized me?" he asked with wide eyes. What was he, some kind of animal?

"So that they could lock you up and use you to get to the people you work with," Yesung stated, not glaring at him for the first time ever since they met.

The words woke him up and his brain was suddenly alert. The people he worked with. "I need to go back, see them, explain." He knew how the others were about him, especially Leeteuk. It's not like they lived in each others' pockets, but all of them cared about him like older brothers would. "They must be worried about me."

"Forget it," Eunhyuk's voice was a little too definite. "More than two witnesses have your description, don't be stupid enough to believe the police won't be after your tail."

"But-"

"I could go get you the essentials, but you're not moving an inch from here," he sounded almost protective but aggressive at the same time, and it made Donghae's abdomen burn a little.

"Don't they have your description too?" he retorted, eyes squinting.

"No," he answered in a tone that dared him to ask for elaboration.

He looked at the redhead willing him to continue.

"I hid my face in your neck," he brought his cup up to drink, and as Donghae fought a blush, he could swear he saw Eunhyuk grinning into the mug as the other three discreetly made their way out of the kitchen.

"You're aware that you've been violating my personal space constantly, right?" he tried to glare.

"Well I'm not getting any signs of displeasure from your side, to be frank," he smirked, the sly bastard.

Donghae knew he had to change the subject quickly, this was heading nowhere good. He coughed and looked around. "So how are we doing this?"

"Doing what?" the other questioned, setting his coffee down on the kitchen counter he was leaning against.

"What we were supposed to do," he answered, and it looked almost as if he didn't want to mention the word.

"Kill him?" the redhead raised both eyebrows. "Don't go around thinking we can even try to do anything now. Attempted murder? He's going to be protected like hell for the rest of the century."

"Unless-" a lightbulb flashed over the brunet's head and his eyes flew to Eunhyuk's face. "Where's the phone?"

"Phone? What the-" uncertainty was evident on his features, but the look the other was giving him convinced him in no time. "Fine," he extended his arm and leaned towards his left, snatching the device and handing it over.

He watched as the shorter man's fingers danced over the buttons, dialing a probably familiar number.

"Hey, it's Donghae," was all he was able to hear before the boy in question stood up and left the room.

[On to part two]

Para-ordnance [eunhae oneshot]

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 17:07:44 GMT

Title: Para-Ordnance
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Action, Humor
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: hitmen, guns, swearing, you know.
Summary: "I could kill you right here, you know," Donghae hissed with glaring eyes as he walked closer to the redhead.

"Sure," the other responded with a freaking grin on his features, "but what's the fun in that?" he added, totally cool with the fact that a bullet was about to go through his skull. It was part of his job description, anyway.
A/N: Lots of thanks and cookies to honey_x_flavor. This wouldn't have happened if you weren't so awesome♥
I had lots of fun writing this, hope you enjoy it, guys 8DD

Donghae winced as he watched that bodyguard's body fall limp with a thud. He'd already asked to be given a technique other than drugging to get rid of them. Too much waiting, too much noise. He needed something simple and clean.

Never once rising to his full height, he carefully stepped over the body lying on the tiled floor of the veranda. (Excuse me, huge veranda. Everything was huge in this house. Even the building itself.) Inching towards the glass door that led to the interior, his eyes struggled in the dark, making sure that the coast was clear.

His hands fell to the tool belt hanging around his waist securely. His fingers hesitated over the lock-pick, but taking a second glance at the lock of the entrance, he quickly opted for the glass cutter. He was no amateur, anyway.

Placing his left hand against the surface in front of him, his other used the tool to draw a circle. He didn't want to boast, but hell, he made neat circles.
Tucking the cutter in his belt again, he formed a fist and knocked against the glass. His eyes squinting, he stared as the round piece of glass fell to the ground in almost slow motion. He didn't exactly wait to check for any reactions or movements. He didn't expect any.

His hand made it through the hole he had just created and reached for the knob, following a downward motion. Just like that, he was in.

*****

His first thoughts were 'Oh goddamn.' and 'Jesus, how freaking rich is this dude?' as his eyes drank in every smallest detail. In his career as a hitman, he had broken into numerous houses, killed numerous guys, and all of them had a certain luxury. But this. This was beyond his imagination.

Each room was about the size of his whole apartment, the furniture and technologic pieces were the latest and most expensive, and gold decorated every surface possible. Gold.
Gee, that Lee SooMan must have committed a whole lot of jobberies in his life so far.

Suddenly, somewhere lost in his thoughts, a creeping feeling made him come back to reality. Donghae somehow knew there was someone behind him. He could almost sense their breath on the back of his neck. Turning his head around, his orbs frantically started looking for someone. Anyone.

However, he was only greeted with peace. No figure, no noise, no nothing. He silently blamed his brain for its non-professionalism.

Deciding to finally continue and just get over with it, he crouched even more as he followed that path he knew he should take. Just a little more and he should be there, according to what he had been told.

And it all looked so easy until the moment he came in front of two doors. Two doors. Now that was something Leeteuk hadn't told him about, and why is an informative considered useful if he doesn't give you the goddamn right information?
Sighing quietly, he threw his head back as his eyes fell closed. Recollecting and advising himself not to lose it now, he decided he would have a good talk with his friend right after finishing the job. All he had for the time was his self.

'Okay, let's take a look' he thought, studying both doors. They were practically identical, the only difference being that the one on the left was locked in a million different ways, while the other one was barely closed. Something that's protected is important, right? Trusting his instincts, his hands were once again fiddling on his tool belt, and his eyes were figuring out where to start from when-

"That's obviously a trap, you know," a voice echoed in the room, not loud but not whispered either. It was a rather confident, teasing voice, and it made Donghae's blood rush faster as he turned around, looking towards the direction the sound came from. He didn't have to wait for long as a figure stepped out from the shadows and soft light fell upon the intruder's face. He froze as he immediately recognised who it was. Of-fucking-course.

"What are you doing here?" the other asked, his red hair looking as if it was on fire, a great contrast against the sharp black of his attire, shielded and armed, much like Donghae's.

"You tell me, last time I saw you you were jumping off a six-storey-building's roof," a frown was formed and he raised his chin, subconsciously defending himself.

The other, however, ignored the comment "Last time I saw you you were scrawny and stupid-faced," he said, looking up and down the slightly shorter man, smirk on his lips "Not much has changed," he challenged, and not to his surprise, a gun was raised and pointed right to the center of his forehead.

"I could kill you right here, you know," Donghae hissed with glaring eyes as he walked closer to the redhead.

"Sure," the other responded with a freaking grin on his features, "but what's the fun in that?" he added, totally cool with the fact that a bullet was about to go through his skull. It was part of his job description, anyway.

Donghae only sighed. He knew the other was right. Life as a hitman was dull without some challenge and damn, the other man was a challenge, alright.
Eunhyuk, as the taller liked to be called, was considered a professional. He was a myth, a role-model for all the aspiring amateurs. Top of the top, right there, against Donghae.

The two of them had been competing each other for years, neck and neck. Whenever Eunhyuk won, Donghae would struggle to make him lose the next time, just for the thrill of saying he did so. He still remembers that incident last year, when the redhead jumped right off the roof of an outrageously high building. He dived into thin air and everybody was frozen, as if struck by lightning. Them and Donghae alike, the latter thinking everything in between 'Finally' and 'Oh God no'.

"Bastard," he mumbled as he lowered his Para-Ordnance labeled gun.

"Jerk," he heard the other retort and he was just a second away from punching him, when he finally realised what he had been doing; losing his concentration and fooling around when he should be in that bedroom, shooting that son of a bitch he had been payed to kill.

Turning his back to the other, he resumed his previous task "Whatever, sit here and lose your time all you want. I have a hit to deliver."

"You never learn, do you," Eunhyuk said, but got no response whatsoever. Sighing theatrically, he stood right before the other door, hand on the knob. "I just figured you'd like to follow the right path," he shook his head and a finger of his other hand fell off his ear, revealing a black, subtle earpiece. "Kyuhyun says hi, by the way," he smirked before opening the door and leaving the room.

Donghae's head snapped at that. Eunhyuk works with Cho Kyuhyun, that freaking computer whiz, while he's stuck with Leeteuk? Standing up, he strode quickly towards the destination the other had walked to, shortly catching up with him.

"Yeah, I thought so," he said, smirking yet again. Donghae wondered what the heck was up with this man.

*****

They had been sneaking around aimlessly for more than 10 minutes when Donghae was finally fed up. "If this is just your plan to get me lost in this maze you're so screwed," he warned, his voice low and his eyes looking around almost in panic. Almost.

"Oh shut up, I'm doing you a favor," the other replied and his tone suggested that he was aware of his superiority, that he felt like he was schooling the younger man.

Then a thought hit Donghae and his eyes slightly bulged. He had seen no signs of breaking in on his way here. How did Eunhyuk enter? Or had he not even needed to break in? What if SooMan was suspicious and had hired him to-

Shit.

All logic leaving him, his instincts kicked in and he almost couldn't control his body as forcefully pounced on the other, causing him to fall to his back, creating a loud thud -which didn't quite matter at the time- as he landed on top of him. "You think I wouldn't understand?" he growled low on his throat, his fist rising up high and ready to smash against that damn pretty face when he felt strong hands grabbing him just before his back hit the floor.

"What the-" he said, his head dizzy from the sudden movement.

"Yeah well Sungmin and I have been practicing," his voice had an air of superiority yet again.

Sungmin. Psh.
Using all his strength this time, he rolled them around once more, and he was now sitting with determination on the other's lap, his legs awkwardly locked around Eunhyuk's own, but securely enough so as not to be able to move again.

"He payed you to stall me and kill me, didn't he?" Donghae came back to the matter at hand, his eyes squinting and mean.

"What the hell are you talking about, man?" the other asked in surprise, as his hands were thrown into the air, questioning. "You know I need to off him as much as you do," his stare intense.

"And why should I believe you?" he glared.

The expression on Eunhyuk's face was thoroughly amused. "Dude, don't you think I would have already killed you if I wanted to? Don't underestimate me," he grinned.

Well, he was kinda right. It did take him a second or two to think it over, though. "No tricks?"

"No tricks," he reassured. "Well, for now at least," he whispered, chuckling softly to himself.

Donghae's face softened a little. Well that calmed him a bit.

"Now, not that I'm complaining that much, but get off me," the taller ordered, smirk constantly evident on his face.

Donghae fought back a blush and averted his eyes as he let go of his weird grip on the other, standing up on his own legs. Turning around, he left the other there while he started walking with his head down. "Not helping you up."

*****

"Remind me why I'm following you?" Donghae asked while they were passing by a huge velvet couch, in what seemed to be the equally huge living room. One of the three of them.

"Uhm, I don't know, because I have the correct directions?" irony was dripping from his tongue and his eyes flew up to check the bright red light coming from a corner opposite them.

"So it was you that had the cameras de-activated before-hand?" the shorter asked, dismissing the sarcastic tone of the other. Well, it's not like he couldn't have done it himself or anything, but hey, it did help him a little.

"Him," he responded, a long, bony finger pointing to the earpiece he was wearing. His eyes kept traveling everywhere, making sure.

"Oh, about that, has he been working for you all along? How the heck did you manage to come in contact with him?" he sounded surprised and interested, and he was. He was totally relaxing now and he shouldn't, but he hadn't quite realised yet.

"God, you talk a lot," Eunhyuk remarked and Donghae shut it.

*****

A specific brunette was itching to ask 'Are we there yet?' soon after they had their latest conversation. His fingers were idly playing with the tools still attached around his waist.

"Damn, stop fiddling, it's distracting me," Eunhyuk whispered and added "We have to get past the dining room, then up the stairs, and the master bedroom is right ahead. Okay now?"

"Yeah whatever," he looked away, partly because he knew he looked like a kicked puppy.

They were entering another room now, a room that smelled of something expensive and heavy, much like the rest of the house, but this particular scent was rather delicious. A long, beautifully carved wooden table was taking up most of the space, chairs surrounding it, and the only other furniture was a massive buffet, a spectacular mirror hanging above it. This looked an awful lot like the movies, Donghae noted to himself, and made sure that when he became a billionaire, he'd make his own villa even greater.

He suddenly stilled while walking by the buffet, and the movement didn't go unnoticed by Eunhyuk, who had already walked a few steps ahead.

Turning around, he watched in disbelief as the shorter dug his hand into a big, round vase full of what seemed to be... candy?

"I can't believe you," he mumbled almost desperately, his hands needing to hide his face. "You're a fucking hitman. One that even competes me, and you stop in the middle of a serious job to eat candy?" he asks, emphasising a word here and there, as he walked back towards the other.

Donghae shrugged as he unwrapped a purple foil and popped something equally purple into his mouth. Eunhyuk looked into the vase too, and he used his hand to browse through the huge number of teeth-rotting treats in it.

"Don't tell me you ate the last raspberry one!" he looked accusingly at the younger.

"I so did," the other replied, satisfied with the scandalised expression on Eunhyuk's face.

The redhead soon smirked once more and took Donghae by surprise when he leaned in sneakily, right hand grabbing the shorter's jaw and stilling him there, as his lips fell upon the other's. Taking advantage of his shock, he slipped his tongue in the brunette's mouth, searching, until he felt the round small bead he was looking for. Humming because of the flavour, he carried on, slick muscle swiping the candy away, tucking it safe behind his own lips as he pulled back. He was grinning.

"Think again," he teased, turning around once more and walking straight ahead.

Donghae willed his legs not to turn into jelly just yet, and tried to hurry after the other.

That damn bastard.

*****

"Y-You said it's right after the stairs, right?" Donghae asked, trying to sound as calm as he could.

"Yep," the other responded, lifting his hand just enough to check the watch around his wrist. Despite what he thought, it was still early.

"So, uh, when do we start racing against each other for the man's throat?" the shorter questioned. That was the logic, obviously.

"Whenever," Eunhyuk replied shrugging.

Donghae nodded to the other, and his head turned just as they were reaching the 1/3 of the stairs. "But we still have time, right?" he smiled.

"True," he copied the smile.

Walking a few steps higher, Donghae stopped and turned half-way around, stepping backwards, soon bumping against the wooden rails. "Lots of time?"

"Enough time," smirking again, Eunhyuk walked towards the shorter, trapping him between his body and the staircase.

"Good," was all he responded, inviting the other to take the lead.

"So...," he said, moving his face even closer to Donghae's, lips only inches apart, while he settled his hands against the rails.

The brunette seemed really satisfied, grinning like the cat that had caught the canary. "So... I'll see you later!" he exclaimed before ducking quickly, slipping right under Eunhyuk's arms, both of whose wrists were tied expertly to the wood, hard rope burning his skin. He was a sly little thing.

"Better luck next time," he said before running up, however still not making any noise, leaving Eunhyuk looking amused but disappointed at the same time.

*****

The redhead was right, Donghae realised as he easily reached the target's bedroom. This was definitely going to be one of the biggest achievements in his whole career.Slowly and -really- carefully turning the knob, the door opened without making no sound at all, not even the usual whining. If only all of his missions were like that.

His eyes spotted the figure lying on the bed sleeping peacefully -oh that's what Donghae wanted to help him do- and his hands reached both sides of his belt, one hand taking his precious gun, and the other grasping his silencer. Joining both parts together, hands moving on their own accord, he danced a little dance of victory mentally. Finally.

Inching closer, he raised his arms, the one of them supporting the other, and he tried to aim, taking one step at a time when-

he barely registered something fluffy and long under one of his feet, a high-pitched scream tearing the air apart and light filling the room, heavy steps all around him.

"Not the cat you idiot!" a familiar voice reached his ears.

*****

Next thing he knew, two strong arms wrapped around him, and then came a sensation of flying, sound of glass smashing in a million pieces, just before everything goes blank.

Lie to me [Eunhae Songfic]

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 07:28:33 GMT

Title: Lie to me
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Songfic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: *shakes head*
Summary: One more bad excuse before you turn me loose
A/N: I'd say I'm on fire, but it's just that I have no life. XD
Anyway, the fic is based on Lie to me by Shane Mack. I love this song to bits. The lyrics are in italics.

It's lonely and chilly as Eunhyuk extends his hand just enough to caress the cold spot on the mattress next to him; just like he had done half an hour ago, and one hour before that. It's lonely and chilly as he allows the sunrays creeping into the room to comfort him silently.

But then the door opens wide, the aroma of that familiar pine-scented shampoo filling the small room quickly.
"Well, you're up early," a smiling Donghae says, hair slightly damp, gray sweatpants hanging lazily around his hips.

"Mhm," murmurs the older in reply, his eyes following the other as he makes his way towards the edge of the bed. "When did you wake up?" he adds.

"About 15 minutes ago. Had a shower and came back," a smile and a frown.

A dip and a kiss.

Lie
of why you're leavin' early
Deny that you're in any hurry
Cry and tell me not to worry
'Cause what I don't know is never gonna hurt me

Eunhyuk doesn't talk about this. What they have(?) He doesn't, because he can't find the words to describe it. The words to explain. To make others understand he's not being taken advantage of.

He can't remember a mere moment of honesty. It didn't exist before he didn't ask for it. There were never Vows of Undying Love and Total Truth. And neither of them objects to it. Neither of them is willing to change anything.

Breathe, now baby don't feel guilty
Deceive me then just walk away
Believe me, the truth would only kill me

Donghae lowers his whole body as the kiss deepens, and as he grasps the back of the younger's neck, Eunhyuk decides that he's okay with the situation like this. He likes them, the lies and the kisses.

It's gotta be,
It's gotta be this way

They're on their sides now, hands everywhere and faces only inches apart. Breaths mingle and knees bump. It's not awkward. It's not truly affectionate either.
'It's... us,' Eunhyuk thinks.

Donghae leaves a small kiss on the older's nose and continues, peppering his whole face, fingers entwined and eyes closed.

'Maybe it's just that special moments come along with special people,' the dancer finds out.

Please, before you let go of me
Tease me one more time
Appease me, tell me that you love me
That you haven't gone and changed your mind

The younger now comes to hover over him and Hyukjae watches in fascination as muscles ripple beneath taught skin, shoulder-length hair clinging on cheeks and neck.
Strong arms on either sides of Eunhyuk's head, supporting the weight.

Reaching up, his hands latch on to the other's biceps.

"Tell me," the fingers of his right hand playing a slow rhythm on the brunette's arm. "Do you love me?" his voice vague.

Donghae smiles that smile and his face is gradually buried in the other's neck. "I love you," he whispers, lips tickling the older's skin as he speaks.

One more bad excuse
Before you turn me loose
Give me something to remember you by

"Donghae?" he calls, and watches as the boy comes back into view, face beautiful, features soft yet strong.

"Hm?" he responds, brows momentarily rising in that familiar way they do every time.

"Was that a lie too?" he asks, hands leaving their spot and traveling lower, stopping on the younger's waist.

Couldn't you offer me a little dishonesty?
Promise me you'll try
You'll lie to me
Lie to me

His eyes shift to the left and the corners of his mouth tilt upwards.

A shake of the head.

"No."

A kiss.

Intoxication [EunHae oneshot]

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 13:54:40 GMT

Title: Intoxication
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Smut, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Alcohol, mansecks, a hint of swearing. You know, the usual.
Summary: And just like that, something inside Eunhyuk snapped. It lit and burned as everything he knew turned into ash; months of Deny-Repress-Ignore gone to waste with a simple move.
A/N: I had to. Hope it doesn't disappoint.

The music was thumping, room full of bodies swaying to the rhythm. After a few nudges and 'excuse me's -which were useless, considering the level of the music- Eunhyuk managed to make it through and reach three familiar faces.

He didn't even remember who had first suggested that they went to a bar "to remember the good old times". The only thing he knew was that everyone had immediately agreed, all too eager to go out, drink, break away from their hectic lives.

"Hey!" the dancer greeted, getting two nods and a smile in return. "Any idea where Donghae wandered off to?" he cut to the chase, his voice struggling to overpower the beat blasting from the speakers.

"You mean 'where he staggered off to'," Kangin corrected while slinging an arm around a disapproving-looking Leeteuk. His voice was highly amused. Standard Kangin.

"He drank a lot," Sungmin piped in, half-smile on his lips "He's so out of it," he added with a mock-scandalised expression.

Confusion evident on Eunhyuk's face, his stare fell upon the leader, whose eyes silently pointed towards what looked to be like the men's bathroom.
Thanking him just as quietly, the dancer nodded, a frown on his characteristics as he waved at his bandmates before leaving.

Making his way among sweaty, drunken bodies, he finally reached his destination not long after.
Pushing the door open, the main impression was that the room wasn't as dirty as he thought it would be. The next thing that grabbed his attention was the figure of a man perched up on the counter, back against the mirror, head hanging low. Donghae.

"Hae?" voice gentle and low, no need for shouting in the small, quiet room. "You okay, buddy?" he inched closer, coming to stand a few feet in front of the man.

"Yeah, 'mkay," the other replied, hand reaching up as if to soothe his spinning head. "Just guess I shouldn't 've drunk that much."

To say Eunhyuk was not surprised would be lying. Donghae barely ever consumed alcohol, let alone enough to make him drunk.

Feeling the need to look into the other's eyes, as if believing he could find some answer there, the dancer walked the few steps that kept them apart. His attempt to lower his head had been canceled when the younger lifted his own, gaze straight at Eunhyuk.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes lidded and lips slightly apart. A grunt was made deep in his throat, meaning everything and nothing at all.
The older just stayed, momentarily thinking that Donghae looked as if he had just had sex. Head slightly dizzy and pants almost tightening, he contained himself.
Hold it back.

Donghae shifted a little, legs being spread just an inch or two more, and the movement was enough to draw the older out of his thoughts.

"Okay, how about we get going," he said, tapping the other's knee motivationally, before turning around. Or almost turning around, the keyword being 'almost', the moment two fingers found their way inside the neck of his shirt, tugging him towards the other.

"Hyukjae," the shorted rasped, his fingers drawing the man in question even closer, silence filling the room until the moment their noses were pressed together.

"Donghae, what are you doing," the standing man whispered, afraid to break the quiet. He could smell the alcohol in the younger's breath, and he suddenly wondered if he would be able to drink it if their lips touched.

His theory was busted when Donghae seized the distance between them, mouth almost hungry against his unmoving own, too startled and too puzzled to do anything.
When those two fingers turned into five, a whole fist clenching around the material of his shirt, he came back to reality.

His head drew back, eyes that he hadn't even noticed closing shot open. "No, no," shaking his head. "This is not okay," he added, more to himself than anything.

"Who cares," Donghae's low voice responded, his unoccupied hand diving it Eunhyuk's hair, tugging not only on his soft locks, but his will power too. Once more, his lips meshed with the other's almost painfully.

Managing to take a hold of himself again, the dancer tried to break free, as much as the younger's hold would allow him to.
"Donghae," it was meant to sound like a warning, but it came out rather desperate.

Prying the other's hands away from him after a while, he stepped a few feet back. He couldn't let this happen. If it hadn't happened earlier, it wouldn't happen now either. He had worked hard, too hard up until now.

The shorter let go of his spot on the counter, feet now against the tiled floor, Pausing just enough to fight the vertigo, he then started making his way closer to the older.
"Why?" he asked, silently addressing the confusion/frustration/contradiction in Eunhyuk's eyes.

"I-I don't know," is what he would have answered, had he been able to speak.
How could he, when the other was backing him up against the wall, when his rational part was having a war against his body, when he could feel the younger pressed up against him?

"Stop it," he commanded with every ounce of sanity he had left.

"No," was the firm replied he received, along with a confident brush against his groin. He bit back a moan.

"You don't want this," he managed to blurt out, speaking both to Donghae and himself.

"Don't you dare-" he felt two hands push at his chest, not enough to hurt but enough to emphasise. "Don't you dare tell me what I want and what I don't."
His voice was gravely and his stare was heavy as he lifted his head. Not that much to look into the older's eyes, but too show him his. Orbs full of truth and a feeling Eunhyuk couldn't quite make out.

"Like you're any better," he added, making sure to mean every word.

And just like that, something inside Eunhyuk snapped. It lit and burned as everything he knew turned into ash; months of Deny-Repress-Ignore gone to waste with a simple move.

Muscles tensing and mind deranged, he flipped them around, pinning Donghae against the cold, tiled wall with his whole body.

"You shouldn't push and probe people," he rushed just before his lips found the younger's, coming for a messy kiss, more teeth than anything, his hands clutching onto his waist.

"It works- fine," the other responded in between kisses, his arms closing around the taller's neck.

"Brat," he said, marking his words with a determined thrust, hip bones awkwardly biting into skin and clothed erections meeting harshly.

A gasp left Donghae's mouth, swallowed by Eunhyuk's own. 'Again' he mouthed, all too dizzy and dazed to speak. The other complied, repeating his earlier action eagerly, nails now digging into the shorter's flesh.

Breathing completely disorganised, eyes closed shut, the younger tried to keep up with the other's rhythm, groins meeting half-way now. "Damn," he groaned and left a quick kiss on the corner of Eunhyuk's lips, a mere display of sincerity among all the madness.

"Are you...?" the dancer trailed off, panting, question hanging but not for long, as he felt Donghae tremble against his body, painfully close and balancing on the edge. Giving him the final push, he granted the younger his release, Donghae coming hard, biting on Eunhyuk's lower lip as a strong wave of pleasure hit him.

Taken aback, the dancer drank in the image displayed to him, burning it inside his head, the last sane action of his just before deciding that this was it.
Groaning deeply, he felt his own orgasm rush over him, his head throbbing and abdomen muscles tensing as he lost it.

There was a moment of -not quite- peace as they both seized moving, the only thing audible in the restroom being their ragged breaths, struggling to come back to normal.

"God," Donghae whispered in awe, his head resting against the other's shoulder.

Eunhyuk almost chuckled at a thought passing his mind. Deciding to share, his hands traced the crescent moons on the younger's skin, left there by his very own nails.
"Fuck, you should get drunk more often."

Gifts from a secret admirer [eunhae drabble]

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 11:56:10 GMT

Title: Gifts from a secret admirer
Author: moi
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: just a ~*~secret~*~ admirer. XD
Summary: It's still early, too early, when Donghae sneakily closes the door behind him. He pauses before making any movement, knees bent and eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness around him. You could say he knows his job well, after some months of experience.
A/N: I keep having random bursts of creativity D= And damn I'd like this to be a little longer =/

It's still early, too early, when Donghae sneakily closes the door behind him. He pauses before making any movement, knees bent and eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness around him. You could say he knows his job well, after some months of experience.

Once accustomed to the environment, he stealthily moves forward, approaching the figure innocently sleeping on the bed, oblivious to everything.

His clothes rustle, fabric-on-fabric friction creating a slight noise, but he can't lose any more time by slowing down. A quick look on the digital clock opposite him tells him to 'hurry up, the alarm is set earlier today' and he decides to kindly take its advice. He makes a mental note to thank it later.

Reaching his destination, he lowers himself, just enough to come to the sleeping man's level. Steadying himself in a spiderman-like position -it secretly makes him feel dangerous- he takes a moment to drink in the dancer's, commonly known as Eunhyuk, face.

The dawn's light is gently seeping through the blinds, allowing him to study Hyukjae's peaceful characteristics, serene eyes, pouty lips and red soft locks framing his face.

A sigh is about to escape the intruder's mouth, but he manages to hold it back, and by the way remind himself to carry out his plan and take leave shortly.

His hand dives into the left pocket of his camo, buggy pants, and he quickly spots the rectangular item he was looking for. Placing it on the tiny nightstand, his fingers fiddle for some more inside his other pockets, making hasty work.

Once done, he slightly draws back, proudly taking in his own little piece of art:
A small carton of strawberry milk with a heart-shaped post-it on its surface, reading "Good Morning~^^"

Feeling content with his once-again successful job, he stands on his own feet and starts retreating, just as quietly as he had entered.
Reaching the door, he pauses before bidding the man goodbye with a simple smile. To be honest, a heart-melting, outrageously lovesick smile, but that's beyond the point.

Staring at the clock again, he looks satisfied to have a new record -which he will totally mention in his diary later on- and turns to exit the room.

What he failed to notice, however, was the grin creeping onto Eunhyuk's features, just a second before the door closed.

Kiss the Groom [EunHae oneshot]

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 17:02:32 GMT

Title: Kiss the groom
Author: ~me
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Pure, utter fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Nothing apart from a bitchy Heechul and same-sex marriage.
Summary: "Don't you know it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding?"
A/N: You know who you are D=

Donghae couldn't stop staring at his reflection through the long mirror in front of him. His fingers started travelling all over his torso, feeling the fabric of his classy tuxedo.

'And to think we've come so far' his mind wandered off as various moments of his life so far flashed in front of his eyes. Not going to lie, all moments included Eunhyuk.
A smile crept its way to his features and he sighed deeply.
It all started when they all first met during their training in SM. Whatever occurred after that is blurry, to be honest, but one thing he knew; he had fell truly, madly, deeply in love with Hyukjae. Since that everything happened in a flash, how he confessed, how they got together, how they had problems, how they solved them, and now this.
Here he was, all dressed up and glowing, just about to get married to the man that held his heart.

It took him some time, though, to spot the curious head peeking through a slightly open door.
When is eyes fell upon it, the familiar face smiled fondly and Donghae watched as a body soon followed that head and the door was closed once again.

Standing right there was Eunhyuk, his Eunhyuk, grinning and looking as if he was ready to start shaking. If it was from fear or happiness Donghae couldn't tell, but it didn't really bother him.

"Don't you know it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding?" the younger asked, eyebrows raised.

Receiving a chuckle as an answer, he watched as the other -which looked stunning, just for the record- approached him.

"Says who?" retorted the dancer before turning Donghae around, so that he could hold him from the back.

"Says the American movie industry?" he answered with another question after giving it some thought. They locked eyes through the mirror for a second and silence covered both.

"You're not running away from me, are you?" Hyukjae questioned, tightening on his grip around the shorter's waist. He watched in amazement as Donghae frowned, expression troubled.

"Still contemplating over it," he let out a long breath which turned into laughter the moment he took in the older's offended, yet hilarious face. Turning his head to the side, he pecked Eunhyuk's lips briefly and his eyes, as well as his voice, softened.
"I've waited for too long for this to just step back now."

Secretly satisfied -and moved, although he wouldn't admit it- Hyukjae gently stole Donghae's lips for a slow-paced, tender kiss, savoring the feeling of happiness and wholeness that was taking over him.
As soon as the kiss was over, his eyes fell back on the reflection of his lover, his partner, and skimmed all over his face and body.

"You are so beautiful," he breathlessly whispered and suddenly felt the need to thank God and Buddha and every higher power on this planet, for giving him the man he was holding at the moment.

"You're the one to speak?" the younger tried to fight back a blush and relaxed into Eunhyuk's hug.
"I love you so much," he blurted out finally, not being able to hold the phrase back anymore.

"And so do I, in case you missed the memo," he replied, just when he felt his lover turn around in his embrace.

"Actually I did, would you mind a repeat?" he teased, his fingers readjusting Hyukjae's bow tie intently.
Eunhyuk chuckled and was about to kiss the man in front of him just before the door to the main room opened hastily.

"Oh. Whatever." a dressed-to-impress, dipped-in-glitter Heechul said, making an appalled face. "When you're done with the sappy stuff, everything is ready and waiting for you. Or something." He quickly left, mumbling something about "freaking high-school lovebirds".

The couple laughed at the so-called Flower's attitude, their foreheads pressed together.

"I guess we shouldn't lose any more time," Donghae said and Eunhyuk nodded, pecking the other once more and getting ready to head out.

*~*~*

Now, as Donghae was holding onto Hyukjae's hand, walking down the small isle, listening to the rest 13 members of Super Junior humming the famous marriage hymn, he could swear; he had never been happier in his entire life.

~~End

Aye? Nay?

Of Fun, Possession & China

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 12:58:45 GMT

Title: Of Fun, Possession & China
Author: me,x_saru_x
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae, some one-sided Siwon/Donghae
Genre: Smut, because it makes the world go round =3
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Possessivetop!Eunhyuk
Summary: "So tell me," he brought him back to reality, merely some centimeters away from him "Just how much fun do you have there?"
A/N: Thank -or blame- Anne for this, she was the one that lured the plot bunnies in. And because it's a common fact that smut is the cure for everything, hope this helps you feel better, hon 8D Also hope it doesn't feel rushed XD

Donghae was too tired to notice the gloomy presence in the far corner of his room while entering. Only a somewhat sharp "Hey" caused him
to acknowledge the other man sitting on his bed.
"Hey yourself," he smiled, still not being able to pick up on the negative vibes the older boy was emitting.
"Where've you been?" he heard Eunhyuk say, while looking at him rise on his feet.
"Checking out some new songs for the Super Junior M comeback," he exclaimed enthusiastically, grinning.
"Oh, so you're heading back to China soon, right?" Away.

No matter how dense Donghae is known to be, he didn't fail to notice the dangerous glint in the other boy's eyes as he was getting closer and closer. "Y-Yeah, it'll be fun getting to work with everybody again," He responded, a little nervously this time.
Eunhyuk was never intimidating, not really. He actually was the cute goofball he seemed to be; well, most of the time at least.
However, his expression and actions were anything but cute at the moment. His steps slow and determined, his eyes filled with a strong emotion Donghae couldn't recognize, and his lips slightly pressed together were things that looked strange on the dancer. They were totally uncharacteristic.
Hell, Donghae would have been turned on if he wasn't so scared.

"So tell me," he brought him back to reality, merely some centimeters away from him "Just how much fun do you have there?" Words laced with anger? Hate?

"What do you mean?" he found himself backing away, swearing he could feel sweat rolling down his skin.
"Oh, you know," approaching once more "With Siwon, let's say,"

This caught the younger man off guard. What the heck?
He opened his mouth to speak, say anything, when he realized his back had hit the wall. Disappointed, and frankly frightened, he eventually felt a hand against his chest. Had Eunhyuk pushed him?

"I happen to have eyes, in case you've missed to notice," the other boy whispered while lowering his head and taking a whiff of the other's neck. "I've seen how he's looking at you,"
"Nothing has ever happened, I swea-" he felt sharp teeth biting onto his flesh harshly. His eyes bulged and oh god was that a hard-on he's getting? "I-I swear!"

"Hmm, I'm not sure..." the older trailed off, sneaking a cold hand beneath his friend's shirt, enjoying the goosebumps he caused. "I mean, he does have a pretty bangable body, doesn't he?" his fingers pinched a nipple, making it harden immediately.
Donghae would have convinced him that no, Siwon is not the one he is interested in, had his breath not been stolen away.

"Has he kissed you?" he asked spitefully.
'Well, he has tried...' is what he would have gotten in response, but sadly, he couldn't read minds. Donghae looked down, expression sad.
The dancer smiled bitterly at this. As expected.

He didn't lose any time at capturing the lips in front of him aggressively, taking advantage of the other's shock to push his tongue inside his mouth.
The younger looped his arms around Eunhyuk's neck and tried to hold back a whimper which turned into a moan when he felt the other's body grind into him.
Passionately attacking the other's mouth, Hyukjae parted with him only momentarily to take the younger's shirt off.
That is, until the need for air became unbearable.

"Was it like this?" he panted against his lips, satisfied when he felt him shake his head powerlessly. "Thought so," he grinned just before heading lower, towards Donghae's torso. He nibbled on the delicious collarbone presented to him, sucking meticulously in order to leave his mark. "That will do," he whispered to himself.
Moving towards one of the other's pecks, he felt his shirt being lifted up by two trembling hands, and he would have thought he was terrifying the other boy, hadn't it been for the moans he had been trying to bite back and that very prominent erection in his jeans.
Chuckling to himself, his hands started to slowly trail over to the younger's pants line, while his mouth was busy with those rosy nipples.

"Goddamnit, j-just hurry up!" the other whimpered and his head hit the wall.
"Ooh, impatient much?" he smirked and at a cruelly slow pace used his tongue, heading lower and lower over the pale skin, just before finding the beginning of his jeans.
This time doing quick work, he unzipped the other's pants and pulled them down, where they pooled around his ankles momentarily, before being shaken off. Caressing the other through his black fitting boxers, he decided to give the boy a break and stripped them off too, completely revealing him.

He hummed in delight and teasingly took in just his head, only to feel more successful when the other's fingers powerfully gripped onto his soft brown hair.
"Fuck-" was the only thing he managed to say before Eunhyuk did that thing with his mouth and he moaned loudly, making sure to have been heard by the whole neighborhood.

Leaving the other's erection and rising up, he stole his lover's lips for another passionate kiss, as he felt legs wrapping around his waist, and a certain part of the younger's body grinding down on him, but however losing power after a while.
"Look, I'd love to fuck you against the wall," he said, to which Donghae mewled, "but it'll be uncomfortable," he grabbed onto the other's thighs and started massaging. "Plus, your knees are already shaking," he chuckled and used his muscles to carry the other towards the bed, while Donghae was clinging onto him almost helplessly.

Setting him down and lowering himself on top of the other, he almost laughed when the younger pointed "You're still wearing those," Agreeing it was unfair, he took everything off, but not before dipping his hand inside his back pocket and grabbing a specific object.
Donghae would swear he flushed upon realizing exactly what was going on, but every thought he could have made was destroyed by the feeling of cold, wet digits against his entrance. Sharply intaking air, he grabbed onto the other's shoulder blades.

"Now, I bet he hasn't done this," the older said with a raspy voice that sent shivers down Donghae's spine, as he pushed a finger inside.
"N-ngh" he shook his head, eyes closed tightly.
Adding another and another, the dancer after a while decided the younger was prepared enough and lubricated his length before positioning himself against Donghae. Steadying his weight with two hands -possessively placed on each side of the other's head- he searched for the confirmation he needed in the younger's eyes, which had immediately shot open.
Receiving a nod, he finally, finally pushed in and had to use all his will power not to start rocking band and forth aggressively. Because, fuck, this was too good.

Donghae winced and his eyes welled up. It hurt, honestly, and quite a lot at that too.
However, his pain almost disappeared the moment a pair of hot lips captured his own -sweeter and gentler this time, he was surprised to notice- and as a hand started to slowly pump his length, soothing him.

He eventually felt Eunhyuk move out of him and steadily push in again, which was repeated for a while, just before a faster pace was picked up.
"Hyukjae," he gasped and his grip on the other's shoulders tightened as pleasure started taking over his body. "Fuck!"

The older groaned and began speeding up on both his hips' and his hand's actions. If he had known this would have been so mind-blowingly good, he would have expressed his burning jealousy years ago. God.
"Say you're mine," he commanded, pushing in hard and successfully hitting that spot that had Donghae practically crying from utter pleasure. "Say it," he hit it again, all his moves calculated precisely.

"Fuck, I'm yo-URS!" he yelled, finishing with a long-drawn moan, surprised to even have completed a sentence.

Feeling so close he could lose his mind, Eunhyuk bit harshly on the pale skin of the other's neck, almost drawing blood, and made damn sure to leave an angry, huge possessive mark. His, his, his.

Needing no other motivation, Donghae came, moaning out a stream of profanities and gibberish, Hyukjae's name somewhere there too, releasing all over both their stomachs.
After a few more thrusts, with Donghae tightening on him, Eunhyuk followed suit, spilling his love inside of the younger man, soon collapsing onto his chest, his ear right above the other's heart.

"Damn," he panted, stroking the younger's abdomen, helping him down from is high.
"Wow," was all he got in response, but not that words mattered at the moment. His body, his heart was speaking for him instead. Thudthudthudthud.

Seconds, moments passed in silence.

"Shit, I love you," he mumbled gently against the other's flesh, unsure of whether he had heard him. Eunhyuk gazed up, towards Donghae's peacefully shut eyes. 'Probably not' he thought, still inside of him. 'But that's okay'

"I've still got the rest of my life to keep repeating it for you"