[SJ/SNSD] The Only One I've Ever, PG, Romance, HaeSica
SJM has made me give up my hiatus. That and Jessica being in SJM's MV, alskjfskd.
MY BIAS MADE ME WRITE THIS. How could I resist?
The Only One I've Ever
Super Junior (M)/SNSD, Donghae/Jessica, Henry/Jessica (others), PG, 1385 words
Years later, she makes the same decision, differently.
The Only One I've Ever
by meiface
When they meet with their managers and directors to discuss the new MV, it takes very little time to come to a consensus on the concept. But then the director taps his clipboard with his pen and looks at the members. "Who do you want as the female lead?" he asks.
Donghae says almost immediately, "Jessica."
Hankyung and Siwon look at him, expressions unreadable. Ryeowook's concern is plain in his eyes as he lays a hand on Donghae's wrist.
Donghae just smiles at them, guileless. "She'd do a good job," he says simply.
There's a beat of silence as the director sends questioning looks at the rest of the members. Kyuhyun is the first to speak.
"That's fine with me."
He dips his head as Donghae turns that smile on him, bright in the dim light of the studio. Slowly, the other members add their agreement until their manager promises to talk to SNSD. They have little doubt that Jessica will be on board, however, with the close relationship between the two groups.
Donghae laughs as usual, excited for the new concept, the new album. He throws his arms around Henry's shoulders a lot, pouts at Hankyung, and jokes with Zhou Mi. It doesn't appear that he has any ulterior motive for suggesting Jessica, despite his bandmates' concern.
It has been several years. Maybe they are all worried for nothing.
Her hair is long, her dress is short, and her legs are slim and smooth and bare, ending in a pair of stiletto heels that Kyuhyun winces to see. He can't imagine how girls can walk in those, even if he does appreciate what it does for their legs.
The disco ball flashes bright above them, shattered light falling over their colorful set as Donghae flips his hat and goofs off with Henry and makes Jessica laugh up at them from her seat on the couch.
"So they used to date?" Zhou Mi murmurs in his ear.
Kyuhyun turns into him, nods, intending to speak about a history he's only heard secondhand as well (they dated as trainees, before he joined the group, and he's heard tell of the way she used to look at him with stars in her eyes, the way he used to cherish her) but Zhou Mi smiles, and he loses his train of thought.
Donghae's tugging on his jeans - faded black, skintight - when Siwon hooks an arm around his neck and says loudly, over the sound of their new song blasting at full volume, "Water break!"
He looks up to see Jessica leaning into Henry, one hand perched on his shoulder, as she adjusts her shoe. The look on Henry's face is like a flashback, painfully familiar.
She doesn't kiss like a princess, even if she looks like one. Her hair lies long and perfect past her bare shoulders, her baby-doll red dress hugging her body like she's made of porcelain. But her mouth is open and hot against his, her fingers digging into his upper arms as she slides in close. Her scent - faint and flowery - surrounds him, everywhere, as he breathes her in, kisses her back desperately.
She's warm under his hands, warm pressed up against him, his back against the wall, her back bare as he slides his palms over her shoulder blades. He nips her lower lip and she sighs, breathy, a hint of a whine that is linked straight to his jumping heart. The noises of the studio fade into the background as he kisses her again, and again, in the empty hallway around the corner, in the secrecy of a stolen moment.
His mouth moves along her skin, whispering over her jaw, lingering in the curve of her neck. She shudders and her grip tightens, and he rolls his hips slow against her.
She turns her head, breath hissing out between her teeth. "Henry," she says, soft, as her eyes flutter open.
Donghae's heart trips again and he turns to see Henry a few feet away, backlit in the hallway. His eyes are wide, and Donghae's hand falls from Jessica's hip, guilty like he's been caught stealing.
A heavy feeling settles in his stomach as he realizes he didn't know. Henry opens his mouth to speak. Nothing comes out. He closes it, and his expression draws closed too.
He can still taste her strawberry gloss on his lips, sticky and sweet and like glue - he can't open his mouth as Henry flushes and turns on his heel, disappearing back around the corner.
"They used to date?" Henry asks, deliberately casual and off-hand.
Ryeowook looks at him - eyes a little too wide, lip red from being worried from his teeth. He recalls the way Donghae took Jessica's hand and disappeared ten minutes ago, laughing and carefree, the best of friends after so many years. His heart breaks. "Yes," he says, and pulls Henry into a hug.
It's not easy being leader, and when Hankyung downs the glass of water, he wishes it were vodka instead. There are times in life when alcohol would make things a little easier, times when he wishes the pounding of the music, the clatter of wheels as they roll cameras and lights around, would echo and drown out the thoughts in his head.
What are you doing? he thinks at Donghae, and wonders if he was wrong to trust his judgment.
Jessica is perfect for the video. They have fun. Her laughter is lovely, bell-like and sweet when they've heard nothing but men's voices (their own voices) looped on repeat. He takes her hand, jokes with her, laughs to see her roll her eyes at Siwon's antics. Finally, a princess who isn't impressed by the proverbial prince.
He teases Siwon about it later as Siwon pretends to sulk and punches him in the arm.
Hankyung wishes his problems were so lighthearted and straightforward now, an hour later, as he watches Ryeowook stare at Henry, who avoids looking at Donghae, who keeps his gaze averted from Jessica.
"Take twenty-three," the director snaps.
Siwon squeezes his hand in silent support and drops it, returning to his position on the other side of the set.
It's not easy being leader, but at least he is not alone.
Jessica meets everyone's gaze head-on, her smile unwavering. He wishes he had her equilibrium.
Her hair is caught up in a ponytail now, playful and casual, swinging over her shoulder. She's dressed in jeans and a hooded jacket, white with two blue stripes running up the arm. She no longer looks like a princess as she approaches him while the camera crew packs up inside, the night breeze tugging at loose strands of hair.
His heart still skips a beat when he sees her smile.
"Are you going straight back?" she asks, "or are you guys doing something after?"
Donghae catches Henry watching them surreptitiously from the parking lot, where he's standing next to their van. Ryeowook has a hand on his arm.
He swallows, meets her gaze, and shrugs. Tries to play it off like she doesn't still make his breath catch, like he doesn't remember her tongue curled against his. "Dunno. Looks like everyone's kind of tired."
Jessica steps closer, tilts her head back. "Are you tired, oppa?" Her voice is quiet but firm, a little challenging.
"Jessica..."
Her hand catches his, two fingers, small and soft, hooking around two of his. Her gaze falls and he is lost in the sweep of her lashes, her face framed by her hood - he almost misses when her lips curve and she says, "Henry will get over it."
Donghae remembers her body against his, hours earlier, his hands against her back. He remembers her mouth, her gasps, her soft exhale of Henry when she looked up and saw him--
She knew.
Even then, she knew.
She knows Henry likes her and she picks him.
"They used to date?" Zhou Mi slumps against Kyuhyun, looking out of the tinted van windows. Donghae and Jessica stand alone by the doors of the building, heads bent toward each other, hands linked as they talk. A smile tugs his lips as Kyuhyun grunts confirmation. "No, Kui Xian, I think they're dating."
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Started/Finished: 2009.09.09
Notes: SO EXCITED FOR THIS MV YOU HAVE NO IDEA. ♥♥♥!
MY BIAS MADE ME WRITE THIS. How could I resist?
The Only One I've Ever
Super Junior (M)/SNSD, Donghae/Jessica, Henry/Jessica (others), PG, 1385 words
Years later, she makes the same decision, differently.
The Only One I've Ever
by meiface
When they meet with their managers and directors to discuss the new MV, it takes very little time to come to a consensus on the concept. But then the director taps his clipboard with his pen and looks at the members. "Who do you want as the female lead?" he asks.
Donghae says almost immediately, "Jessica."
Hankyung and Siwon look at him, expressions unreadable. Ryeowook's concern is plain in his eyes as he lays a hand on Donghae's wrist.
Donghae just smiles at them, guileless. "She'd do a good job," he says simply.
There's a beat of silence as the director sends questioning looks at the rest of the members. Kyuhyun is the first to speak.
"That's fine with me."
He dips his head as Donghae turns that smile on him, bright in the dim light of the studio. Slowly, the other members add their agreement until their manager promises to talk to SNSD. They have little doubt that Jessica will be on board, however, with the close relationship between the two groups.
Donghae laughs as usual, excited for the new concept, the new album. He throws his arms around Henry's shoulders a lot, pouts at Hankyung, and jokes with Zhou Mi. It doesn't appear that he has any ulterior motive for suggesting Jessica, despite his bandmates' concern.
It has been several years. Maybe they are all worried for nothing.
Her hair is long, her dress is short, and her legs are slim and smooth and bare, ending in a pair of stiletto heels that Kyuhyun winces to see. He can't imagine how girls can walk in those, even if he does appreciate what it does for their legs.
The disco ball flashes bright above them, shattered light falling over their colorful set as Donghae flips his hat and goofs off with Henry and makes Jessica laugh up at them from her seat on the couch.
"So they used to date?" Zhou Mi murmurs in his ear.
Kyuhyun turns into him, nods, intending to speak about a history he's only heard secondhand as well (they dated as trainees, before he joined the group, and he's heard tell of the way she used to look at him with stars in her eyes, the way he used to cherish her) but Zhou Mi smiles, and he loses his train of thought.
Donghae's tugging on his jeans - faded black, skintight - when Siwon hooks an arm around his neck and says loudly, over the sound of their new song blasting at full volume, "Water break!"
He looks up to see Jessica leaning into Henry, one hand perched on his shoulder, as she adjusts her shoe. The look on Henry's face is like a flashback, painfully familiar.
She doesn't kiss like a princess, even if she looks like one. Her hair lies long and perfect past her bare shoulders, her baby-doll red dress hugging her body like she's made of porcelain. But her mouth is open and hot against his, her fingers digging into his upper arms as she slides in close. Her scent - faint and flowery - surrounds him, everywhere, as he breathes her in, kisses her back desperately.
She's warm under his hands, warm pressed up against him, his back against the wall, her back bare as he slides his palms over her shoulder blades. He nips her lower lip and she sighs, breathy, a hint of a whine that is linked straight to his jumping heart. The noises of the studio fade into the background as he kisses her again, and again, in the empty hallway around the corner, in the secrecy of a stolen moment.
His mouth moves along her skin, whispering over her jaw, lingering in the curve of her neck. She shudders and her grip tightens, and he rolls his hips slow against her.
She turns her head, breath hissing out between her teeth. "Henry," she says, soft, as her eyes flutter open.
Donghae's heart trips again and he turns to see Henry a few feet away, backlit in the hallway. His eyes are wide, and Donghae's hand falls from Jessica's hip, guilty like he's been caught stealing.
A heavy feeling settles in his stomach as he realizes he didn't know. Henry opens his mouth to speak. Nothing comes out. He closes it, and his expression draws closed too.
He can still taste her strawberry gloss on his lips, sticky and sweet and like glue - he can't open his mouth as Henry flushes and turns on his heel, disappearing back around the corner.
"They used to date?" Henry asks, deliberately casual and off-hand.
Ryeowook looks at him - eyes a little too wide, lip red from being worried from his teeth. He recalls the way Donghae took Jessica's hand and disappeared ten minutes ago, laughing and carefree, the best of friends after so many years. His heart breaks. "Yes," he says, and pulls Henry into a hug.
It's not easy being leader, and when Hankyung downs the glass of water, he wishes it were vodka instead. There are times in life when alcohol would make things a little easier, times when he wishes the pounding of the music, the clatter of wheels as they roll cameras and lights around, would echo and drown out the thoughts in his head.
What are you doing? he thinks at Donghae, and wonders if he was wrong to trust his judgment.
Jessica is perfect for the video. They have fun. Her laughter is lovely, bell-like and sweet when they've heard nothing but men's voices (their own voices) looped on repeat. He takes her hand, jokes with her, laughs to see her roll her eyes at Siwon's antics. Finally, a princess who isn't impressed by the proverbial prince.
He teases Siwon about it later as Siwon pretends to sulk and punches him in the arm.
Hankyung wishes his problems were so lighthearted and straightforward now, an hour later, as he watches Ryeowook stare at Henry, who avoids looking at Donghae, who keeps his gaze averted from Jessica.
"Take twenty-three," the director snaps.
Siwon squeezes his hand in silent support and drops it, returning to his position on the other side of the set.
It's not easy being leader, but at least he is not alone.
Jessica meets everyone's gaze head-on, her smile unwavering. He wishes he had her equilibrium.
Her hair is caught up in a ponytail now, playful and casual, swinging over her shoulder. She's dressed in jeans and a hooded jacket, white with two blue stripes running up the arm. She no longer looks like a princess as she approaches him while the camera crew packs up inside, the night breeze tugging at loose strands of hair.
His heart still skips a beat when he sees her smile.
"Are you going straight back?" she asks, "or are you guys doing something after?"
Donghae catches Henry watching them surreptitiously from the parking lot, where he's standing next to their van. Ryeowook has a hand on his arm.
He swallows, meets her gaze, and shrugs. Tries to play it off like she doesn't still make his breath catch, like he doesn't remember her tongue curled against his. "Dunno. Looks like everyone's kind of tired."
Jessica steps closer, tilts her head back. "Are you tired, oppa?" Her voice is quiet but firm, a little challenging.
"Jessica..."
Her hand catches his, two fingers, small and soft, hooking around two of his. Her gaze falls and he is lost in the sweep of her lashes, her face framed by her hood - he almost misses when her lips curve and she says, "Henry will get over it."
Donghae remembers her body against his, hours earlier, his hands against her back. He remembers her mouth, her gasps, her soft exhale of Henry when she looked up and saw him--
She knew.
Even then, she knew.
She knows Henry likes her and she picks him.
"They used to date?" Zhou Mi slumps against Kyuhyun, looking out of the tinted van windows. Donghae and Jessica stand alone by the doors of the building, heads bent toward each other, hands linked as they talk. A smile tugs his lips as Kyuhyun grunts confirmation. "No, Kui Xian, I think they're dating."
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Started/Finished: 2009.09.09
Notes: SO EXCITED FOR THIS MV YOU HAVE NO IDEA. ♥♥♥!