Promise Me You Will Stay \ Haehyuk
Promise Me You Will Stay | Haehyuk PG-15 / Angst, slight!violence 2, 800~ words
Disclaimer: Definitely own them heck yeah man! No, I only own the idea.
Hyukjae’s eyes turned normal black as he looked at the mess before him. Donghae’s shirt was ripped, blood stains were there and more bruises were added to Donghae’s jaw. He wanted to cry and that would make he look pathetic for after what he had done.
Notes: This is inspired by a song, my favorite song. Oh guys, don’t worry, this ends with a happy ending.
.p r o m i s e m e y o u w i l l s t a y.
(Don't run away
Don't run away)
Donghae stared at the figure before him, he could feel his eyes wet and the sound of his heavy breathing was dawning on him. Gasping for more oxygen was probably what he was trying to do but his mind was frantically tumbling on everything happening around him, the earth was as if spinning against its path on the orbit. He could not clearly digest his current situation, Donghae was completely bewildered.
The pang of pain coming from his scratched left arm brought him into reality he was in as he fixed his eyes on the male before him. He looked at the figure with an unfathomable look.
“Hyukjae….” He whispered, almost inaudible as he gripped hard on the door knob, ready to turn the round thing around and run away for a better life. But he could not do so as he heard the whimpering sound from the latter. Hyukjae sounded like he was so much in pain, a great agony.
Everything in the room was blurred by the darkness but one thing that still glowed despite the scary ebony was Hyukjae’s eyes. Red. They always turned that color in this kind of situation. Donghae had this fact at the back of his head already.
Donghae wanted to run away. He wanted to get out of this confusion, the load he was having on was too much for him to be able to carry on. He wanted it so badly but he knew he could not when he heard the sorrowful whimper from Hyukjae. Hyukjae. Hyukjae. His mind chanted that name again and again, as if it was on an eternal replay.
“Don’t run away….”
-
(What can become
If you give up
So don't give up on me)
Donghae thought in his freaking head that he should stop watching cartoons, anime and all the things of that, the sources of his imaginations and so. He should. He made a mental note about that.
There, lying before him was something Donghae did not know how to describe. Was it a human? A huge bird? An angel? What? Donghae mentally matched that something with the things he had seen on screen but he laughed at his own ridiculous method of recognizing. To add more absurdity to his situation, he was standing under the heavy rain while staring at the almost lifeless figure.
Donghae did not understand himself at how he had managed to bring that person (he finally recognized it as a person, a guy actually) home. The figure was so light that Donghae almost thought he was carrying nothing but air in his arms. He double checked the figure he was carrying in his arms a few times, just to make he was still there and Donghae not accidently dropping him off.
He placed the light creature on his soft sofa gently and rushed into the kitchen to half-fill up the bucket with water and picked the hanging towel near the sofa. He crouched beside that guy, observing interestedly at the guy’s face. His complexion was pale, his lips were chapped and kissable-Ouch!- as his mind was clever and rational than his self to control his hand to slap him across his face, quite painful actually. He continued observing and pushing the raven hair of the guy off of his eyes.
A few scratches were visible on the guy’s cheeks as the red lines were the evidence. They looked fresh and Donghae used a piece of towel to wipe them gently with warm water. The lying figure before him seemed to be distracted as he stirred in his sleep and started mumbling something incoherent that Donghae could not understand. Donghae hesitated whether he should wake this guy up or not. But he did eventually.
“Hey, hey… Wake up,” Donghae, as gently as possible, patted the bruised cheek carefully, not putting any big pressure on it. The latter woke up, eyes wide staring at Donghae frantically. His single-lidded eye scanned the room he was in. There were a few portraits hanged against the wall and something more that he would not bother to list out.
“Where am I and who are you?” he asked, he used his arms to support his body and they miserably turned into jelly as his arms were too weak to support himself. Donghae helped the guy to sit up properly by putting a pillow behind him. The person (a stranger, Donghae could say) winced in pain at the contact of his back with the pillow.
“Lee Donghae,” Donghae introduced himself, reaching out his hand but the stranger seemed hesitant to take it. “You’re at my place. It’s raining heavily outside,” Donghae explained without being asked. The latter nodded, hogging up to the duvet Donghae put over him. Donghae wanted to squeak at the adorableness displayed before him but he would just keep that later when he was alone.
“Can I stay over here for a while?” that guy asked innocently, his lips shivered in the menacing cold.
“Sure, why not?” Donghae said shrugged his shoulder, giving his angelic smile, the smile that made the latter cringe secretly at because it reminded him to his enemy. The reason for he was here.
-
(Even if it hurts
Even if I try to push you out
Will you return?)
Donghae did not realize how long that guy, or Hyukjae, had been staying with him. A month? Nope, it was more that that. Maybe it was almost a year.
He did not know why he still did put up with the guy. Maybe it was because his pale complexion? No, he did not think so because he always saw other people with that same kind of complexion. Or maybe it was because Hyukjae’s lips? Oh god, Donghae breathed out. Hyukjae’s lips were one of the best things in this world, that pair of sinful lips could drive him crazy. They were addictive.
Why was he acting like this all of sudden? Donghae kept questioning himself but he never found a good one, a solid answer to why he was being like this.
He loved him. He loved Hyukjae.
Donghae knew Hyukjae. Hyukjae had told him everything that night, when everything happened for the first time in Donghae’s life. The slightly visible scar along Donghae’s jaw was evidence. Yet Donghae still wanted to love Hyukjae. He still wanted to taste those lips.
He just loved the moment when Hyukjae’s eyes turned red and when a pair of black wings appeared on Hyukjae’s back. It was mesmerizing but hurtful. Nevertheless, Donghae treasured those moments. Donghae heaved a sigh as he crashed his body on the soft sofa in the living room, relaxing his muscles after all those hectic schedules he had at work. Hyukjae joined him a few minutes later.
“Did I burden you a lot?” Hyukjae immediately asked, as he saw the exhausted man sprawling tiredly on the sofa. Donghae could feel Hyukjae’s lips ghosting over his ears, Donghae liked it, and he always did. Despite his fatigue, he wanted that.
He turned around and cupped Hyukjae’s face in his hands, caressing the soft cheeks while staring fondly into the black pupils, trying to break the walls to stare into Hyukjae’s soul but he was not the one to ever win that chance. Hyukjae was complicated. He shook his head and wore a smile on his thin lips. Hyukjae smiled along as well.
Hyukjae leaned closer and caught Donghae’s lips for a chaste kiss. Donghae did not push him away even though he was well aware of the next. He knew what would happen next. Hyukjae’s black pupils started turning red and he could feel something throbbing out on Hyukjae’s back. He pulled away but Hyukjae still had a death grip on his shoulders. Donghae just knew this would happen.
It happened so fast that Donghae did not have words and time to say anything.
Hyukjae’s eyes turned normal black as he looked at the mess before him. Donghae’s shirt was ripped, blood stains were there and more bruises were added to Donghae’s jaw. He wanted to cry and that would make he look pathetic for after what he had done.
Donghae scooted closer because he could sense the guilt growing inside the latter and hugged Hyukjae in his tight embrace. His arms enveloped the small figure. For Donghae to whisper calm words into Hyukjae’s ears made he sound double awful because he should be the one to receive all those shitty-calming words but he did not care as he brushed Hyukjae’s back softly and fondly.
“Everything’s alright. I’m always here.”
Hyukjae was not an angel like Donghae once predicted. Donghae knew that.
-
(And remind me who I really am
Please remind me who I really am)
The tension in the air was stuffing the atmosphere in a manner both men did not like. It was tense and uncomfortable. The air was heavy as if a few blocks of bricks were put on their heads. Hyukjae was standing and Donghae was sitting at the balcony, both were staring up to the sinister sky.
In spite of the dark clouds, clouds that were to indicate it was going to rain sooner or later, the stars were still shining gloriously, decorating the pitch-black canvas with its fancy decorations. Donghae would love to count the stars but he knew it would be his futile attempt so he remained to doing nothing except for staring blankly at the sky.
Hyukjae, on the other hand, was trying to look past through the thick black clouds. He figured what was happening beyond there. He wanted to know. He used to be there. He wanted to go there again, if possible. The night breeze blew softly, but enough to make Donghae shiver as he was sitting on the cold floor.
Seeing the other shiver, Hyukjae crouched down and wrapped Donghae with the large blanket he had with him. Their hands brushed together and the feel of electricity flowed in their veins, creating the excitement, that feeling that both guys missed so much. Donghae missed that feeling. He turned around and at that moment his eyes met Hyukjae’s. The other’s eyes were soft and calm and Donghae wanted to kiss those eyes. Did he mention that he adored Hyukjae’s single-lidded eyes so much? Those two pools were innocent, they were calling Donghae in, to explore them, to see what was inside but, he never had the chance to do so as Hyukjae was complicated.
Donghae shifted closer to Hyukjae and their faces were an inch away. “Can I?” Donghae asked and it made he sound stupid.
Hyukjae grinned at that because he found that cute and nodded nevertheless.
Their lips met.
Hyukjae’s lips were cold and Donghae wanted to heat them up so he licked them for entrance. Hyukjae did not refuse as he gasped, giving Donghae full access to what he desired.
As the kiss was growing hotter, Donghae pulled back, much to Hyukjae’s displeasure. Nonetheless, Donghae kept his hands on Hyukjae’s cheeks and he caressed them, smiling at the sight; pouting Hyukjae.
“We can’t,” Donghae stated carelessly as he was back to staring at the night firmament.
“Why can’t we?” Hyukjae asked, bewildered. He adjusted the blanket covering them and looked at Donghae.
“Because you’re a devil.”
-
(Just tell me that you will stay
Promise me you will stay)
“Don’t run away….” Hyukjae whimpered in sorrow, sounding completely helpless. The red pupils of his were covered in tears. Donghae was crying as well.
“Hyukjae… Please let me go,” Donghae begged, his voice was not clear but Hyukjae could hear him. Hyukjae’s tears flowed even more.
“You cannot, Donghae.”
Silence took over the atmosphere as the only things that could be heard were their heavy breathings. And some noises from outside, a busy city.
“What if I don’t want?” Donghae asked as he steadied his pose, standing much more comfortably than before and he smirked despite the blood flowing from the corner of his lips. His blood tasted weird but to the hell with that fact. He had something else for him to be concerned on.
Hyukjae wanted to move to reach out for Donghae, to reach out for Donghae’s heart, but he could not do so as the pain from his right leg was forcing him to stay still. He looked at the bloody knife thrown at the corner of the room in horror. He still remembered the feeling of the sharp part of the knife going through his leg.
This was not the Donghae he first met. It was more like; Hyukjae becoming Donghae and Donghae becoming Hyukjae. Yet, that still was not a perfect explanation for the situation they were in.
“Hyukjae. Don’t do this! It’s me, Donghae!” Donghae screamed across the room, to say he was not scared was shit! He was shivering down his spine. That was not Hyukjae.
“You must die!” Hyukjae roared with that voice. That voice that was never Hyukjae’s. Hyukjae’s voice was softer and Donghae liked to listen to it.
Using his immortal power or whatever shit it was-Donghae did not care-, Hyukjae grabbed a hold of Donghae by his collar and stared straight into the latter’s eyes with the burning stares. Donghae screamed in terror because he felt as if his eyes were burning in lava because of that stare.
Hyukjae punched Donghae, making Donghae’s corner of lips bleed.
Gathering his stupid bravery from the sources he did not even know could ever exist; he kicked Hyukjae in the stomach and stormed into the kitchen to find a temporary protection. He found a knife and that moment he and Hyukjae were back in the same vicinity.
The only chance he had; he threw the knife to Hyukjae’s direction and it was aimed at Hyukjae’s leg.
“Donghae, this isn’t you!” Hyukjae screamed and his voice echoed in the room. A sly smirk graced Donghae’s thin lips.
“The bruises you left all over me, I have never complained about them! Does it hurt now? Do you now feel what I feel?” Donghae laughed, it sounded sick and Hyukjae hated hearing to that. Donghae did not have that kind of laughter. His laughter was always soft and calm, definitely not this one.
Donghae detached himself from the door and walked towards Hyukjae who was lying helplessly on the blood-stained floor.
“Donghae….” Hyukjae tried to reach out his hand to grab Donghae’s hand.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Donghae yelled, his eyes showed no mercy at all.
“Donghae…” Hyukjae‘s voice came out in a desperate whimper as he used his last energy to push himself up and kissed Donghae’s lips. He used his last strength in his arm to keep Donghae still.
Donghae struggled to part himself away from Hyukjae but as in the drama, the flashbacks, all those beautiful memories rushed into Donghae’s head and flooded his mind.
As if being splashed by a bucket of cold water, Donghae was pulled into the reality as he stared at the bloody Hyukjae. Who did that to Hyukjae? Did he do that? He did not know and he could not remember.
The only thing he could do right now was to cry even though it was in vain. He looked at Hyukjae who was breathless. He was not breathing. Donghae wailed alone in the room and scooped Hyukjae in his arms before rushing to the hospitals.
Donghae had this funny thought in his head. Maybe a doctor could treat a devil or maybe he should just prepare for a loss of the person he loved. Yes, he loved Hyukjae.
But, could a devil die? He laughed again. His head was malfunctioning during this critical moment.
Donghae could not stop blaming himself for his stupid acts on Hyukjae. He kept his fingers crossed all the time as he waited in front of the huge white door.
“Promise me you’ll stay, Hyukjae.”
-
(Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?)
It was winter. Snows fell on the ground, blanketing them in white; a sight of heartwarming despite the pricking coldness it brought. Hyukjae and Donghae were both cuddling up to each other on the sofa, sharing each other’s warmth. They both liked it this way.
“Hey,” Hyukjae called up. Donghae hummed in response as he nuzzled the black locks which smelled like fresh snows that he adored.
“You know that I am not an angel, right?”
Donghae hummed again as Hyukjae adjusted their position.
“Will you still love me?”
It took a moment for Donghae to reply and seeing the small smile plastered on Donghae’s lips, Hyukjae knew that he did not need to worry anymore about that.
Donghae wanted to tell Hyukjae that he would not stop loving him; but he could not do so. His mind, his soul, his body told him so. He wanted to use some cheesy lines he learned from dramas to express his love but he ended up with a small smile; one that carried a meaning only Hyukjae could understand.
Donghae had a mind of a child. He watched cartoon programs where a normal human character fell in love with a demon. He thought that he could nail it too. Why not?
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END
A/N 1: I’m back yo! After a few months of not writing fic because of an exam -___-
So yeah, this is what I could produce out of my upside down brain. Do expect more from me…..after March next year. Lol. And yeah this is inspired by Kelly Clarkson’s Dark Side. I love that song so freaking much because it’s so beautiful that I cry ;;
A/N 2: This is for my friend, Dani (@jjajangmyung)! Well, mine isn’t that good as what you wrote for me so……..kill me later okay n___n