IF ONLY [HAEHYUK VERSION]
Title: If Only
Pairing: HaeHyuk; side!KyuMin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, romance, crack
Warning/s: yaoi, language
Verse: alternate
Type/Status: One-Shot; Complete, 2,992W
Summary: If only Donghae knew the implication of his prank, he wouldn't have done it at all. If only...
KYUMIN VERSION
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"Tell us something we don't already know, Donghae-ssi." The blond man yawned and leaned back on his swivel chair from across the long table, regarding the brunet by the projector with something akin to mockery.
The man addressed stiffened as he recognized the hint of teasing carefully concealed within his boss' words - despite the business-like, almost mechanical tone, of his voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It was so stupid of me to waste your precious time in discussing the ergonomics employed in creating our products when I could've gone straight to more... uh, pressing matters, such as the profit margin of the latest batch of swivel chairs we're launching into the market. Really sorry." Donghae replied in an equally stiff tone, the pulsing vein on his temple a dead giveaway of how his patience was wearing thin.
He could very well see the hint of a smirk making its way onto his boss' face, and Donghae wanted to punch things right then and there. He was, however, holding back for the fear that he might end up killing the man if he were to let his emotions loose. And if he were to do just that, he wouldn't be stupid enough to do it in front of the whole Board of Trustees. Nope.
"Very well then. Carry on." The man didn't even bother hiding his smirk this time, finding it amusing that Donghae seemed to be having an inner battle as he forwarded the slides of the presentation, taking out his anger on the poor controller.
~
"Hae? Baby? Are you still mad?" Hyukjae asked cautiously as he placed a hand on Donghae's shoulder, said hand being shrugged off almost immediately, an indirect answer to his query.
They were alone now - the rest of the board having gone out after Leeteuk, the vice-president, who took the cue to leave as the president and the head of the marketing department started to have a heated argument about the marginal losses Donghae's proposal would incur. They were, ever politely, asked to settle their differences before they proceed - the chief architect Kyuhyun taking the initiative to draw the blinds before exiting the conference room, along with the others who had worry etched all over their faces.
"Baby... Listen to me. You know I never really mean any of the things I said." Hyukjae was worried by this time. It was the first time Donghae ever rejected body contact with him, as the man could only be described as clingy. He was starting to think that he had indeed gone too far this time around. He walked around Donghae's chair and knelt in front of him, cupping his cheeks with his calloused hands.
"I know you don't. But it doesn't make it hurt any less. Being called stupid by your own boyfriend isn't really endearing, you know." Donghae continued to sulk, wriggling his face out of Hyukjae's hold and crossing his arms in front of his chest, showing how upset he was with the whole of his body.
It had always been like this. Donghae didn't understand why it had to be like this. He knew that Hyukjae was only "protecting" their relationship. Although he scowled whenever the company owner's excuse for a son, Choi Siwon, would lean in a tad bit closer than necessary towards his Hyukjae. Jealousy would always boil in his veinsm and he couldn't even count the times he wanted to yank Hyukjae out of Siwon's hold and shout to the world that the man was his, and his alone. He wasn't willing to share, thank you very much. Still, he held his composure. After all, he himself had agreed that it didn't matter that nobody else knew about their relationship, they "only needed each other," as Hyukjae had so aptly put it. He was now wondering if he made the right decision in doing so.
"I'm sorry, babe. I just can't help it. It became some kind of a reflex, a defense mechanism. I don't know why, but it just seems to be a sort of an automatic reaction whenever you're near, here at work. I just don't want to arouse suspicions," Hyukjae sighed, placing his hands on Donghae's knees instead, relieved that the latter didn't flinch this time around.
"I want to believe you, I really do. But I have a hard time doing so sometimes. You make it so hard for me, and I can't help but wonder if you're really doing this to protect us..." Donghae emphasized the word with air quotes. "... or you just don't want others to know that you're already taken."
"What!? You can't be serious, Hae! You know that's not how it is!" Hyukjae spluttered, arms flailing, wanting to knock some sense into the younger.
"It surely looks like it to me," Donghae huffed, stubbornly refusing to meet Hyukjae's gaze.
"Oh god. Is this about Siwon again!?" Hyukjae shook Donghae by the shoulder, forcing him to look up at him.
"And if I say yes?" Donghae challenged, finally looking at Hyukjae, straight in the eye.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Hae!? Siwon is just a close friend. We basically knew each other since we were in diapers! Being with him would be like, incest! I love him like a real brother." Hyukjae's brows furrowed as he tried to prove his point.
"Which is why I'm worried! He was already a part of your life long before we came to know each other. If he decided that he wanted more, he could easily beat me, having had a head start of what, twenty years? And brother my ass. No brother gropes his brother like that." Donghae stood up as well, ears turning dangerously red in anger.
"Come on, Hae! Siwon has always been, and will always be, touchy-feely. He does it to everyone! He does it to you! Why the hell are you so jealous? It's not like you and Sungmin-hyung aren't basically glued at the hips all the time, too. Even more so than Siwon and I!" Hyukjae accused, his emotions getting the better of him.
"Oh please! We're always together because we work in the same department, dumbass. And really!? Sungmin-hyung!? The whole company knows about his steady relationship with the chief architect. It's hard not to when they're groping each other every chance they get. Or are you blind now, as well?" Donghae's chest heaved, eyes glazed with unshed tears.
"I-I know. It's just that... Damn it. This is embarrassing to admit. But I get jealous too," Hyukjae muttered under his breath, his very own tears threatening to spill as well.
"Of Sungmin-hyung!?" Donghae all but shrieked, thoroughly flabbergasted by the new piece of information.
"Y-Yes. You seem so close with each other and you spend more time with him than you do with me. But I understand. I completely understand. Which is why I don't throw a fit over something as trivial as hand holding unlike a certain someone I know," Hyukjae chided, albeit playfully.
"Ya!" Donghae smacked Hyukjae's arm as soon as he figured out the implication of what he just said. He can be slow sometimes.
"So... Are we quits now?" Hyukjae grinned, all gums and all, just like how Donghae liked it.
"Fine! But only if you give me a kiss," Donghae smiled and moved forward to trap Hyukjae between him and the conference table, hoisting Hyukjae to sit on it with the latter immediately snaking his legs around his torso.
They kissed for a good five minutes before they hastily broke apart when an impatient Kim Heechul had promptly banged knocked on the door, demanding that they proceed immediately or he will have both of their heads chopped off if the delay caused his appointment at the spa to be canceled. Both knew better than to argue with the head of the design team. After all, nobody wanted to deal with a pissed Kim Heechul.
"Happy Birthday, by the way." Donghae whispered as he gave Hyukjae's nose one last peck before he stepped back, going to unlock the door where a furious Heechul and the rest of the board, who oddly looked as if they were cowering, stood. The meeting proceeded without further ado and Hyukjae had been too absorbed in the presentation to notice the lack of the pieces of silver he laid on top of his portfolio earlier.
~
Donghae smirked as he raised the jiggly silver objects on eye level, his face softening into a smile when he realized that the key chain Hyukjae used was the one he had gotten for him on their last monthsary. Their engraved initials on it shone in the light and Donghae couldn't help but beam.
He knew he ought to be guilty for this, but Hyukjae should've known he had this coming. Even if he knew that his boyfriend didn't really mean it when he called him names, his ego was hurt pretty bad. He figured a little revenge wouldn't hurt. His intentions were pure, after all.
With that thought in mind, Donghae packed up his laptop and other belongings and exited the now-empty conference room, resolute on giving Hyukjae the best surprise ever as he pranced towards Ryeowook's office-cum-kitchen, thankful for the first time that the advertising agent kept an oven in his office for emergency purposes.
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Donghae beamed at the cake in front of him. It was a simple two-tiered Strawberry Shortcake inspired design. Okay, it wasn't that simple. Donghae had to bake the cake itself three times, finally getting it right after Ryeowook threatened to kick him out of his office. He had let Ryeowook put the fondant in, knowing fully well that he shouldn't be trusted with things that had something to do with coloring color combinations. He fished a small velvet box from his pocket and took the tiny piece of silver out. He admired the band for a good measure before slinging it on the stalk of the fake strawberry. He smiled one last time at his handiwork and boxed it, careful not to damage the icing.
He cursed as soon as he looked up to the clock above Ryeowook's desk. It was fifteen minutes after five o'clock. He had been so engrossed in baking that he hadn't taken notice of the time. He bid Ryeowook a hasty goodbye, the man grumbling about how he was never to step foot in his office ever again because he didn't know how to do proper after care. "Teflon is sensitive, you moron!" Ryeowook had shouted, but Donghae paid it no heed. He had to catch up with Hyukjae.
Donghae barged into Hyukjae's office with a huge smile, said smile dropping almost immediately when he found it empty. He hadn't had the time to lament over it before his phone vibrated in his pocket. He hurriedly took it out and read the incoming message.
To: Hae Baby
From: My Hyukkie
Hey, babe. I guess I left my keys at home. I went looking for you in your office but Sungmin-hyung said that you haven't returned there after the meeting. Anyway, I'll just take the bus home. We could pick my car up later tonight. Call me when you get this. I love you ~
"Oh crap!" Donghae slapped himself on the forehead for being so careless. He hadn't thought that Hyukjae would opt to go home without him in the absence of his car keys. He was about to call Hyukjae's number when he caught a glimpse of the familiar mop of blond hair through the glass windows of Hyukjae's office, walking all the way down on the road. Thinking that his plan can still be salvaged, he ran with all his might towards the elevator, wondering if it had always taken this long to get to the ground floor from the thirteenth floor.
Donghae was out of the elevator even before the doors had completely opened, ignoring the guard Shindong's whistles as he breezed through the revolving doors, causing the poor and unsuspecting Yesung to fall on his butt at the sudden momentum. He ran as fast as he could to the bus stop, kicking the dirt on the road as he saw the door close just before he screamed Hyukjae's name.
Hyukjae didn't notice him and had started to find a seat, settling himself on the first empty seat just beside the door. Donghae hastily fished his phone out of his pocket and pressed speed dial #1. Hyukjae answered just before the bus moved to a start.
"Hyuk! I'm here!" Donghae panted as he sidled up beside the bus, running like a madman on the sidewalk.
"Here? Where?" Hyukjae whipped his head back and forth, wondering where his boyfriend was.
"Look... below!" Donghae answered, the box of cake threatening to fall from his hand.
"Oh! What the hell are you doing?" Hyukjae's eyes grew wide as he saw that his lover was indeed "here."
"I have your keys! I stole it earlier when you weren't looking. I just wanted to take revenge on you for calling me stupid and... and I wanted to surprise you," Donghae continued in between gasps, wondering why Hyukjae hadn't stopped the driver yet. It was nearing an intersection and he didn't think he could run all the way home.
"You mean when we were kissing? Damn it, Hae! I've never thought that you can be so cunning." Hyukjae sounded amused, not breaking eye contact from the still running Donghae as they conversed on the phone.
"I know! I'm sorry! Can you please tell the driver to stop now!?" Donghae pleaded, his legs ready to give out under him.
"Nah. I don't think so. Serves you right for being so childish," Hyukjae smirked, sticking his tongue out at Donghae who was looking imploringly at him.
"You can't be serious! Don't leave me!" Donghae was at his wit's end. The bus was gaining momentum and his legs seriously felt like jelly by this time.
"I am. Goodbye, Hae." Hyukjae simply said and flicked his phone shut.
Donghae had his mouth agape, cake box falling on a heap on the road, a scream of Hyukjae's name leaving his lips as he took in the sight of a ten-wheeler truck speeding out of control towards the bus - the bus Hyukjae was in. There was an explosion and he swears he saw the familiar mop of blond hair soaked in red before the world turned black.
~ END ~
KIDDING!
"Babe? Hae! Donghae!" Donghae snapped out of his reveries as Hyukjae shook him by the shoulder, worry painted all over the elder's features.
"Oh my god, Hyukkie! You're alive! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to steal your keys to prank you. I never wanted you to die. Please... Please... Don't leave me!" Donghae burst into tears, startling the other as he held onto him for dear life.
"What's are you talking about, babe? I'm not going anywhere. I was just telling you how Siwon and I are just brothers and you don't have to be jealous of him and ---" Hyukjae's words were cut off when Donghae smashed their lips together, the kiss hungry and feisty, not quite like the tender ones they usually share.
"I don't care about Siwon anymore! Just don't leave me!" Donghae bawled once again as soon as they parted, clinging onto Hyukjae's waist tightly.
"I have no plans of leaving you, silly!" Hyukjae smiled, wiping his lover's tears with the back of his hand.
"You better not!" Donghae sniffled, the pout on his lips on full force.
"Really. What made you think I was ---"
*knock knock*
"Ya! Seriously!? You shouldn't take your personal issues here. I couldn't care fucking less if you fucking fucked in every fucking corner of your fucking apartment but if I miss my fucking Thai massage appointment because of your fucking lovers' quarrel, I swear to God, even if I don't believe in him, I am going to cut you both!" Kim Heechul's shrieks wafted through the door - metal door.
Donghae immediately ran to the door and opened it, revealing an infuriated Heechul, a smug-looking Leeteuk, and the rest of the board who had goofy smiles plastered on their faces.
"How did you---?" Hyukjae started, only to be interrupted by the resident diva.
"You're not really being discreet when your shouts of 'harder' and 'faster' in your office during lunch break can be heard by the entirety of the population of SM's workers, Mister President," Heechul supplied, already making himself comfortable on his previously vacated seat, snapping his fingers at the others to hurry. "Faster people! We haven't got all day!"
Hyukjae turned beet red and Donghae spluttered incomprehensible words, his mouth opening and closing like the fish that he was.
Leeteuk merely chuckled and seated himself beside the fuming man. "Don't worry guys. Heechul was exaggerating when he said that. Only the people in this floor knows. He's just being pissy since this new Chinese masseuse in that Thai massage spa across the street hadn't taken up his offer on a date."
"Yet!" Heechul shrieked like a banshee. "What type of Chinese man works in a Thai spa anyway!?"
"Apparently, your type." Siwon wiggled his eyebrows at Heechul, a file folder flying across the table to smack him squarely on the face.
The whole room erupted in laughter as Siwon panicked about his ruined hair, part of Heechul's anger subsiding and his usual smug look back in place.
Donghae laced his fingers with Hyukjae's under the table, feeling happier than he had ever been in a long time. And definitely more free. Yup.
If only Siwon would scoot farther from Hyukjae though.
Well, I guess you can't have everything, he thought as he pecked Hyukjae's cheeks, earning catcalls and the sound of fake puking (courtesy of Heechul) from the rest of the occupants of the room.
Life couldn't get better.
~END~
P.S. Super late birthday fic for Hyukkie! LAZY BISH IS LAZY
P.S.S. Originally thought of this as a KyuMin fic but since it's Hyukjae's birthday... yeah. TT^TT
P.S.S.S.Aside from the fact that I'm really not at all well-versed in writing this pairing, I also hadn't written HaeHyuk in a while. Pardon the incoherence. ;AAA;
P.S.S.S.S. Yep. I totally made those stuff about business up. I had three units of Economics in college and I learned nothing. FML
P.S.S.S.S.S. WRITE YOUR VIOLENT REACTIONS AND CRITICISMS BELOW.