Love Light [one-shot]
Love Light //Haehyuk
NC-17 | Romance, Smut
*I do not own Super Junior, however, the plot is mine.
Ever since the lighting system became more advanced, Donghae’s been wearing Sunglasses and avoiding Hyukjae whenever possible. It’s starting to aggravate Hyukjae, so he confronts Donghae without expecting the consequences.
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Love Light.
With the Break Down performances done with, Hyukjae ran out of leverage and excuses. He used two months of ideas to fix things, but had two months to perform with little time.
The blinding lights flickered off for a brief moment as a signal. All eight members crept off the stage with mixed emotions while Hyukjae remained silent. He made awkward glances at Donghae but it was useless. If wearing a bunny outfit two weeks ago didn’t work, then nothing could get his attention… but maybe this would?
“Sungmin, do you know where I put my glasses?” Donghae asked, running his hands through the mountains of stage clothes and casual attire. Hyukjae bit back a grin, forgetting to button his shirt while his pants hung dangerously low. Black aviators were poking out of his jeans pocket, too. Not that anyone seemed to notice.
Sungmin shrugged before smacking the younger brunet silly, “quit fooling around - the car’s waiting downstairs. You and Hyukkie haven’t changed yet either!” he shouted on his way out.
“Hae, I think Hyukkie has it!” Ryeowook added momentarily behind a very cranky Sungmin. He pulled the older one away from the dressing room before Donghae could get to them. Suddenly the room felt less stuffy, but a hell of a lot more suffocating.
The brunet sighed, covering his eyes with one palm before blindly making his way over. Hyukjae scowled at that.
“I’m not giving it back until you look at me,” he demanded, refusing to get up from the bench.
“I’m not opening my eyes until you give it back.”
Hyukjae frowned, “You’re being a child.”
“You’re being a twat,” Donghae groaned. “Now give it back.”
The blonde’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he grasped the aviators out from his jeans. The foreign feel of the frames hit him with remorse.
“Why did you avoid me for a month?” Hyukjae questioned as he placed the stolen property onto Donghae’s cool hands. The brunet’s eyes remained covered until the frames were placed back onto his face.
“Using glasses just to ignore me is pushing it, don’t you think…” Hyukjae tried, fidgeting on the bench.
Donghae looked at him, well as far as Hyukjae could tell. The lenses were like a black abyss and made it harder for Hyukjae to understand how Donghae felt or thought. It made him feel vulnerable and easy with the way his hurt facial expression was betraying his smile. The brunet remained silent anyways.
“You made me promise to tell you everything that’s bothering me, but you don’t do the same anymore. I always get avoided in the end…” The blonde added. “We’re not as close as we used to be.”
Donghae crouched down so he and Hyukjae would be at eye-level. The close proximity allowed the blonde to see a bit of the outline of Donghae’s eyes, but that was it. Everything else faded into black.
“What makes you think that, Hyuk?” he asked, and it made the other feel like a child.
He pursed his lips, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you get mad when I talk to someone else, I can’t go to the kitchen in just my pants without you throwing your shirts at me, and this is the longest conversation we had in weeks?”
“So what do you want me to do?” Donghae sighed. The brunet had a strained smile on his lips as he placed his cool hands on Hyukjae’s thighs. The blonde shivered, feeling cold but Donghae continued, “Taking these glasses off would make everything easier for you to understand, but harder for me to cope. I need to fix a little problem of my own until that ever happens,” he let out.
Hyukjae frowned. “You don’t even sound like yourself anymore…” He paused once an idea hit him, “Wait, you’re dating someone behind our backs, aren’t you?!” he gasped, swatting the brunet’s head for breaking the rules. Donghae grabbed his wrists with one hand and the other to keep his sunglasses in tact. Hyukjae missed a brief shot of anger, much to the brunet’s dismay.
“No, Hyuk. That’s not even close… even Yesung hyung caught on weeks before you!”
“Hae, is this another hidden camera prank?” he asked, ready to laugh but the hold on his thighs tightened unbearably. Donghae lips formed a straight line.
"Think about it Hyuk. I can’t just accidentally grab your ass during serious performances,” He whispered, slipping a hand that could’ve been on his waist, but instead found its way to a place lower. He smirked, “if you’ve been on the internet lately, there are plenty of fancams that capture my facial expressions quite nicely.”
Hyukjae’s eyes widened, and felt his body freeze. Donghae applied pressure into his inner thigh, making the blonde cry out noises he never made before.
“H-Hae… I, uhm, think the new lighting combinations are just messing with your head. You’re not yourself anymore,” he paused to suck in a nervous breath that Donghae’s lurking hand wasn’t allowing. “We both know that was all fanservice-”
"-and an excuse. I stopped caring when Siwon made out with Heechul on stage,” he mumbled curtly. Hyukjae looked at him, the way he looked at Donghae after a petty fight. He just wasn’t expecting to see Donghae stare back at him like he was torching him inside-out.
“So lying to me for months just to check if I’d notice seemed adequate?” Hyukjae raised his voice, pushing Donghae farther from him. “I’m the idiot who gets touched freely everyday because we’re friends. But apparently our fans are right and everyone excluding myself knows how you feel.”
“I thought you were going to find out eventually. And I even started hugging you in a different way,” he breathed. “It’s been a year, and I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to pity myself,”
When Donghae got up from the ground, he made Hyukjae regret sitting on the bench. The brunet had both arms against the wall by the time Hyukjae got up to leave. He had nowhere else to go.
Donghae moved closer; close enough for his lips to hover a few centimetres before Hyukjae’s ears, but far enough not to scare him. “I miss sleeping next to you,” he whispered.
Hyukjae was about to do something drastic with his fists until the door opened with a slam. The remaining eight members fell onto the ground while a very angry manager left them there to start the car. Siwon was the first to get up and shove Donghae off the blonde.
“Why are you crying, Hyuk?” Siwon asked frantically, but Hyukjae slapped his hand that reached up to wipe his face. The blonde chose to follow the manager instead of having to explain things. There was nothing left to say.
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“I told you! If we left too early we’d miss the good parts,” Kyuhyun whispered to Henry who shook his head. “But that was the most awkward thing I’ve heard in my life,” he hissed, pushing everyone but Siwon and Donghae into a Super Junior-M ball out the dressing room.
Siwon glared back at the brunet. “I told you to listen to us. Now, look at what happened - he’s gone.”
Donghae’s fists tense, “I never asked for your help.”
“You need help,” Siwon scoffed.
“I’ve made it so obvious, but it’s been going on long enough. Aren’t you being a little harsh?”
Siwon shook his head, “No, hyung, I’m being reasonable because you won’t think about his feelings.”
“What do you know about Hyuk’s feelings?!” Donghae shouted, shoving his aviators straight into his bag. “Aish, I give up. Gay, straight, I don’t fucking care anymore!”
He stormed out of the room; nearly colliding with Siwon’s left shoulder and ignored everything else that was happening.
“I’m surrounded by stupid and perverted hyungs,” Siwon sighed to himself when he was all alone.
“Yah! I heard that, asshole!” Sungmin screeched from the hallway.
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It wasn’t a surprise to have the dorm’s electricity down every now and then. It also wasn’t a surprise that all eight members would stay in the same dorm until they all could see again. He just wasn’t expecting only one person to accompany him during the darkest time of the day.
If Hyukjae knew everyone else but Donghae and he had schedules, he would’ve trapped himself inside the van that brought his hyungs to the radio station. Or possibly find a wig and escape this black abyss.
He’s done that plenty of times whenever he found himself in a fight. However, he wouldn’t be in Korea for awhile, and his lack of know-where left him awkward. Feeling twice as much bored, Hyukjae stormed through the hallway and dragged his sore feet into his unlit room once they arrived home. He left Donghae in the living room to fend for himself while he moped on his bed. He’d rather stay lonely than with the likes of him during the power outage that coincidentally seemed to last all day.
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“Hyukkie?” a voice whispered outside the door less than an hour later. Exhausted, Hyukjae lifted his head slightly above his pillow. “What?” he said indifferently.
“I - uh, candles! Right… Yeah, I need more candles,” the brunet asked and Hyukjae glared at nothing more than the door dividing them. “In the kitchen,” he responded.
“What?”
“There’s more in the kitchen,” Hyukjae repeated.
“What?!”
“I said,” Hyukjae rolled off his bed and then began stomping toward door. He let the door slam open. “The candles are in the KITCHEN!” he shouted. It was loud enough that if Leeteuk was there, he’d probably be shot multiple times.
The blonde then looked up, ready to move to the designated area until he dimly saw a straw basket filled with candles in the other’s hands. His eyes widened, kicking the other farther. “It appears you have plenty already,” He muttered. His hands found its way to the door knob, but the brunet interrupted him. “Now leave me alone,” Hyukjae finished, about to break off the communication.
Donghae jammed his heel in between the door and the wall, stopping Hyukjae from dividing the two again. “Hyuk, look,” He used his unoccupied hand to place Hyukjae’s palms over his eyes. “No glasses.”
“Yeah, I noticed. Your flashlight’s been all up in my face since I opened this damn door,” Hyukjae huffed. He moved his hand away from Donghae’s face, balling them into a fist. Donghae frowned.
“Can we stop fighting? I’m sorry, okay?” he tried with the biggest smile he could bare. “We need to celebrate!”
“I don’t want to celebrate. Get out and be an asshole by yourself,” he muttered. The brunet sighed, never budging his heel from the painful door threatening to break it. “You know we can’t be the same like before.”
“Well, why not?” Hyukjae glared, “and move your flashlight!” he smacked the last light source out of Donghae’s grip. It rolled through the other side of the hallway, leaving them in complete darkness.
“You look better with the lights off,” Donghae sighed with relief.
“Fuck you, too,” Hyukjae spat, about to kick Donghae out of the way so he could close the door, but Donghae panicked. The brunet kicked the door with his last good foot and at the same time grabbed a hold onto the blonde before wood could slap him in the face.
"Please, not like that. You look just as good with it on, trust me. It’s just better for my health this way…” He laughed, trying to hit a funny bone in Hyukjae’s body. Instead, the blonde hung limp in the other’s arms, almost bored and quick to pass out.
“We could just forget what happened, Hae, and I’ll forgive you,” he whispered, not returning the hug. Hyukjae sighed when Donghae’s arms tightened around his waist and the brunet rested his cheek atop his bare shoulder. He felt a calloused hand slide underneath his shirt, making him sigh. “You’re so stubborn, Hae…” he whispered, struggling to move.
“I miss the days when I could touch you without getting hurt,” Donghae said in amusement. His hands found its way inside the backside of the blonde’s jeans, causing a gasp. “H-Hae, that was before I knew you love- Hae! Stop!” Hyukjae yelped, shaking in his arms. Donghae already had him above the floor, being carried bridal-style through the hallway.
“Wait!” Hyukjae squealed, kicking his feet in random directions.
Donghae stopped in his tracks to give him a look in the dark, “And you call me stubborn?” He laughed sincerely for the longest time in awhile, and Hyukjae hates to admit it but it punched him in the heart. Pleasantly, however, which sadly surprised him all the more
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He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment when they reached the living room without falling over. All he could see were red candles lit up on every hard surface possible. Strawberry scent hit his nose harder than the impact of Donghae dropping his body onto the couch. He winced, completely splayed over leather and Donghae smirked. If he wasn’t so flustered, he’d be worried about being torched alive.
“What the hell? Don’t resort to rape just because I hurt your foot!” Hyukjae yelled. Donghae ignored him and moved closer so their noses were merely touching. He smiled. “You got upset when I lied to you, so…” Donghae ran his palms over Hyukjae’s crotch, listening to him moan unwillingly. “Since you lied to me, I could call it even… but that would be too easy for you, ne?” He whispered, “And you’re still lying to me.”
Donghae sat in between Hyukjae’s spread legs, forcing him to stay lying down. The blonde attempted to karate kick his way out, but all he could do was whimper.
“Are you wearing my shirt?” Donghae asked with one eyebrow raised. Hyukjae blushed, “well, you know, you were ignoring me for a month so I thought wearing your dress shirts as PJ’s would work since they’re so baggy on me… but you can’t see with those sunglasses, so.”
The brunet held the slimmer boy closer. “Hyukkie, if you make me more turned on than it should be legal, I might lose it,” he whispered. Hyukjae shivered as Donghae unbuttoned the shirt.
“N-No, Hae, don’t!” he grabbed Donghae’s hands that were playing with his jeans’ zipper. The other frowned, prying Hyukjae’s arms behind his neck as he used his left hand to keep it there. Slowly, he unzipped the front, pulling everything else down with one go.
Donghae darted his eyes back up carefully, feasting on the image of the man underneath him. His dress-shirt that Hyukjae borrowed was unbuttoned revealed a milky torso and trailed all the way down to the blonde’s waist, where bare skin met underwear. He bit his lip to think of what would be the best thing to try first. Although, with the way Hyukjae was exposed so sultrily, Donghae couldn’t think properly.
He was cut from his thoughts when Hyukjae squirmed and breathed unevenly, “D-Donghae, stop - please! Aah!”
The blonde shuddered when he felt cold fingers reach into his white boxers with his other hand trail its way to his nipples. Donghae smiled slyly, groping around newly found sensitive areas while trailing fast, wet kisses anywhere possible. He used his other hand to force the thin fabric down while finding his way to Hyukjae’s leaking cock. He began pumping his half-erect cock while rubbing around his hole in teasing circles.
Hyukjae stiffened from the sudden shift of their bodies and decided then to open his eyes. Donghae greeted him with amused, lust-driven eyes.
Gently, he let his hands fall from his wrinkled shirt down to the curve of Hyukjae’s nipples. “Baby, you’re so sexy,” he whispered, rubbing his clothed erection dry against Hyukjae’s exposed hard-on. The blonde bit back a cry while his hands jolted back around Donghae’s backside.
“No, H-Hae, please…” It made the blonde bite his lips in anticipation
He continued to thrust his pelvic area onto Hyukjae like how he fantasized when they danced. He didn’t realize how good of a distraction it turned out to be when the other didn’t protest once his shirt and tie were thrown carelessly on the floor. Donghae was too aroused to even pay mind to the fact his clothes could very well land onto little burning
The brunet, completely exposed, grinned, “I take it back. I want to see you from head to toe.”
“Wha - hnm!” Hyukjae covered his mouth. They were naked. His best friend and he were naked with candles threatening to burn this worthless dorm to hell. Well, damn.
"I love you, Hyukjae,” Donghae whispered. He wiped away Hyukjae’s bangs with a sweaty palm, taking what seemed like an eternity for him to close the gap. He kept it light by brushing their lips together to avoid rushing anything like he did moments ago. This was their first kiss together and he didn’t want to ruin anything by crushing his body weight on Hyukjae’s skinnier frame.
Hyukjae instinctively pulled the other closer and it made Donghae’s eyes and heart widen. Within seconds teeth were crashing with tongues dancing in circles, and it wasn’t until Donghae remembered how to breathe right that he felt a sweet after-taste tingle on the side of his tongue.
“What was that?” Donghae asked incredulously when they pulled apart.
“A kiss?” Hyukjae gave him an odd stare.
"No, no, it was a kiss you returned,” he exclaimed. “Returned! Oh my god, you looooove me too.” Donghae felt a creepy grin betray his sly one with the way excitement was taking over.
He was about to shove the brunet off his body into the pit of flames, but Donghae already had his lips locked with his own. They battled for dominance with tongue swirling in places Hyukjae had yet to feel. He failed to notice Donghae had his pants and underwear off. He tried not to jump in surprise when he felt something hard prod him a little too rough on his hole. The red on Hyukjae’s cheeks spread like wildfire to the rest of his face.
“This isn’t funny, Hae,” Hyukjae groaned. “I didn’t think you had a kink for large inanimate objects.”
“That’s my dick, Hyuk,” Donghae stated as-a-matter-of-factly. Hyukjae scowled from the brunet’s pride, but soon enough his expression was wiped blank. The sudden intrusion hurt worse than anything he’s ever experienced.
“Hyuk, it seems you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he chuckled. Donghae gently squished two fingers inside, spreading Hyukjae’s hole apart. Hyukjae covered his mouth but Donghae pushed his fingers farther inside, teasing him by scissoring. “You’re so wet here,” Donghae whispered into Hyukjae’s ear. He added another finger before pushing them deeper inside
“H-ah, please just s-stop. A-aah!” Hyukjae moaned. He arched his back when Donghae moved his hands faster, nearly losing his mind. He felt tingles all over his body and he didn’t know if it was a good thing.
“H-hae, don’t!” he screamed, turning into a sexed-up mess. Hyukjae was writhing and moaning in pleasure. He almost cried in loss when Donghae removed them roughly.
Without warning, he thrusted inside. Donghae groaned, completely immersed by Hyukjae’s warmth. If it wasn’t for the fact Hyukjae was writhing in pain, he would’ve had his way with the other’s delicious body.
“Take it out!” The blonde shrieked. His insides contracted and the other couldn’t help but crush Hyukjae in his arms. Hyukjae lied limp, panting with eyes half-lidded and oh, so sexy. It was evident Donghae didn’t know what to do next. Despite the fact his cock was just erected and growing harder inside tight heat.
Hyukjae bit his lip and refused to move his body in fear Donghae getting deeper every second would break his insides. He felt tears run down the side of his cheeks from being stretched so the brunet kissed them away as Hyukjae adjusted.
“I’ll make it feel better,” Donghae promised and sealed it with a kiss. Hyukjae gripped the other’s muscular arms for dear life as Donghae pulled out ever-so slowly. The friction felt like a burn, but he couldn’t help but scream for a bit more.
“It still… aah!” Hyukjae grit his teeth, but more of little to none moans filled the silence. He felt Donghae stop mid-thrust and he fell completely over the edge.
“M-move, please… hm, aah!” His body reacted by clenching down hard on the other’s cock, making Hyukjae bite back a scream and Donghae try his hardest not to lose it. The looser Hyukjae’s arms were hanging on him, the faster his pace went.
“T-touch me more,” Hyukjae forced out, eyes droopy and unfocused.
“Baby, then say my name,” the brunet whispered into Hyukjae’s ear. He felt Hyukjae shiver in response, oh, staring down was a mistake. One too many attractive landmarks on Hyukjae’s body he didn’t have the leisure to explore were making his thrusting lack rhythm. It made him wonder if he was partially drunk, but of course he shook his head. With the way Hyukjae was moaning, all his senses were heightened to the point these feelings were beyond pleasure.
“Say my name, Hyuk” he repeated, a lot gentler this time. In no way he intended it to be sexy, but Hyukjae though otherwise and moaned some more. The realization of Donghae’s hips freezing was a lot more prominent and Hyukjae felt tested against. Donghae remained in the same place, painfully leaving his cock squished inside delicious warmth that is Lee Hyukjae. All the brain cells he had left were rushing south.
“D-Donghae…” Hyukjae gasped as a silent plea for him to just move already. If he wasn’t already so pained and pleasured, this probably wouldn’t be such a confusing situation.
“Mnh… Hae!” Hyukjae screamed, but to no avail the said man simply ogled at his body. “Donghae!” he moaned, with shaky hips to add effect. “Aah, Donghae…” he repeated once more. There wasn’t much energy in it, but Hyukjae circled his hips for friction. “Mnh… move, Donghae. Please,” he whispered into the brunet’s ear.
He grinned, “Sorry baby, I think I like it when you beg.”
“You’re… d-doing this on purpose, D-Donghae,” Hyukjae grit out, only to receive a failed smirk that lasted into a lustful expression. He squeezed his eye shut; lips open for more screaming and full kisses as his ring of muscle clamped harder than ever on the brunet’s cock.
Slowly yet without warning, Donghae changed his angle and rocked into him harder. Hyukjae screamed, arching his back off the leather couch. “Oh god, there! Donghae, faster!” He screamed.
Donghae lifted a milky thigh over his shoulder before proceeding. He aimed for the other’s prostate with newly found rhythm. Every thrust came faster and harder than the one before, and it made Hyukjae moan louder each time.
“H-hae… I’m close,” Hyukjae gasped, holding on harder as Donghae quicken the pace. Hyukjae muffled his lips on Donghae’s collarbone, but the constant ramming inside his ass and its momentum didn’t help. “Aahh...Mm, please!” he drawled out in want. Donghae pounded Hyukjae’s prostate harder.
"Mnh! I’m going to-!” Hyukjae screamed, exploding his seed all over their chests. He lied limp, breathing hard, and not prepared for Donghae to keep going. The brunet continued to ride out his orgasm inside him, sending sensitive tingles down Hyukjae’s spine.
When Donghae pulled out, leaving a trail of white inside his hole, he captured the other’s red, swollen lips gently. He stayed on top of him, both breathing heavily and unevenly.
“Say it,” he muttered, looking as if he’s ready for another round. Hyukjae was too tired to kick his ass.
“Say what?” the blonde sighed, eyes closed. It was getting really hot in the living room but he couldn’t tell if it was the candles for how much Donghae made him sweat. Well, for one thing, the strawberry candles masked sex and sweat-smelling air.
Donghae collapsed over his body, despite the whines that consisted of you’re heavy and get the fuck off me.
“Say you love me,” he grinned, cheekily. He brushed Hyukjae’s blonde locks clinging to his forehead aside to look at his beautiful, unamused eyes.
He glared at him. “My best friend of 10 years decided one day to wear sunglasses day and night. But the moment I complain, he holds me against my will and fucks me thoroughly in a living room filled to the brim with lighted candles,” Hyukjae summarized aloud, his breath shaky and uneven. “Is that how you pick up chicks?”
"You’re missing the point here, child,” Donghae shook his head. “Ever since they improved our stage lights, you look as if you’re practically glowing. And it defined all the dangerous and sinful things your body can inflict on me. Let’s say I saw you in a light no friend should… yeah, and um, sunglasses seemed like a good idea at the time.” He pouted at Hyukjae’s judging stare, “Look, I take it back - I welcome the danger of looking at you, beginning with candles. I don’t need to resist anymore.”
"Just because you’re an idiot…” Hyukjae glared, using his left hand to grab a hold of Donghae’s red tie before continuing, “Doesn’t give you an excuse to use my favourite candles for a reason to strip on top of me, pervert.”
“Hey! I’m still not used to having nothing shielding my eyes. The power was off and I thought lighting a whole sack of strawberry candles would be rather romantic of me,” he cleared his throat. “But all it did was hurt my eyes and give me heat-stroke.”
Hyukjae held back a laugh from Donghae checking out his nakedness as if he wouldn’t see it again… wait, no he definitely wouldn’t see it again! Hyukjae face-palmed himself mentally.
“Just give me a chance, Hyukjae,” Donghae smiled. “I’ll be the best boyfriend you ever had.”
Hyukjae pouted. “The only boyfriend I ever had,” he corrected. Donghae’s jaw dropped and he shook his head.
He grabbed Hyukjae’s hands, “Okay, I’m your first and last - that works too,” he leered, getting closer.
Hyukjae choked on air, “That’s not what I meant-”
Donghae shut him up with a quick kiss. He smiled a goofy grin Hyukjae frowned at. “I really love you, Hyukkie. For a long time…” he lifted his waist and placed his body on his lap, eyeing the way his shirt looks draped over the other’s frame. “Man, it feels like I haven’t seen your face in so long.”
“Maybe it was just the sunglasses, idiot.” The blonde rolled his eyes.
“Maybe,” Donghae chuckled as he got up to carry his boyfriend in his arms. He led him to his room, and it’s the first time Hyukjae hasn’t kicked his way out of his hold. It must’ve been because of the million sets of candles lying ominously on the floor.
“I think I love you, Donghae,” Hyukjae yawned sleepily, letting fatigue get the best of him. He passed out in his arms before the other could further his interrogation.
Donghae laughed in defeat. He fought his urges to just throw the light-weight body onto his bed. Instead he gently placed underneath the sheets. The room suddenly seemed a lot brighter and a lot happier than the hours before. Donghae shook his head, thinking it was just his mind fooling with him. Humming in content, he was about to throw an extra blanket over the shivering body, but got interrupted with the way Hyukjae unconsciously pulled him down by the shoulder.
Donghae, toppled over in shock, stared at the male under him. He saw a grin ready to burst from Hyukjae lips and sighed.
“You’re not really asleep, are you?” he whispered. Hyukjae just snorted and took Donghae’s hand over his waist, giving up.
“I think I like it when you hold me,” The blonde said almost silently, but Donghae caught it. He smiled and kissed Hyukjae on the cheek, despite the other’s discontent.
Donghae sighed in Hyukjae’s ear, “Keep this up and it’ll be harder to avoid you.”
“Good,” Hyukjae responded curtly before falling asleep shortly after.
Left alone in his thoughts, he squeezed the other in his arms before groaning at the thought of being hopeless. He was so sure the sunglasses-plan was ingenious, but the damn plan backfired and made him give in to his temptations. Looking down at the sleeping face, Donghae grinned without regretting all the stupid things he’s done. Light or no light, every time he took small, curious glances at the blonde he realized one thing, and that was the fact Hyukjae still had the glow that he’s so used to seeing on stage.
Donghae bit back a chuckle. The warm sensation he felt burning in his heart lit up like wildfire and he didn’t feel so afraid anymore.
Fin.
A/N: I wanted to write this before my exams come up shortly this week ;A; /sighs. It seems like all my posts so far end up here at midnight LOL Anyways, I hope you all liked reading this! :3 /dies studying OTL