[Replacement]
Title: Replacement [1/3]
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Donghae
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Everything comes to an end. Donghae understands that and wishes his lover would see the logic.
A/N: Finally, I wrote something again... *shot* This was suppose to be a one-shot, but I wanted to extend it out a bit and see where I go. Been having a huge urge to write Donghae, and somehow magnae worked in here...
Kyuhyun noticed Donghae had been looking more and more depressed as their promotions carried on in China. At first, Donghae had opened up to everyone, chirping and flailing about like his usual self back in Korea. Gradually, as if the effects of the drug were wearing off, he began closing off, blocking away other people, until Kyuhyun was the only person he talked with. The magnae was also willing to bet his entire gaming collection he was also the only person that Donghae fucked with.
“Hae-ah, what’s the matter with you?” Kyuhyun draped a lazy arm around Donghae, a usual sign of their closeness. “You’ve been awfully quiet, and even Ryeowookie talks more.”
“Kyu…” Donghae shrugged away, pushing the magnae off of him while he dove deeper into the pillow.
Kyuhyun sneaked a hand up Donghae’s loose shirt, his fingers tracing familiar terrain as he gracefully drew large circles on his back. “I can make it better.”
“Just, don’t leave me…” Donghae got up and wrapped his arms around the magnae, clasping their hands together in front of Kyuhyun’s stomach as he rested his head on the younger’s shoulder.
“Hae, how many times have we been through this?” Kyuhyun reached for a hand, wrinkling his forehead when the hand retracted and denied contact. “I won’t leave you.”
“That’s just because we’re here, but once we’re back home, you are aware of what’s going to happen to us, right?” Donghae spat bitterly into the pillow case, implanting his face further in the cotton. “We never existed, we’ll just go back with them again.”
Kyuhyun dragged both his hands along Donghae’s side, fingers digging beneath his body as he pulled him up into a sitting position. Donghae protested, but eventually sank into the waiting embrace, resting his head on the magnae’s shoulder.
“Oh, I’m very much aware of what’s going to happen to us.” Kyuhyun snaked a hand through the shirt, tenderly padding the smooth skin. He leaned forward, hot breath dusting his hyung’s ear as he whispered dirty wishes.
“Just face it! I don’t want to be someone’s replacement.” Donghae pulled away, actions futile when Kyuhyun merely pulled him back into his waiting arms. It happened so often, it became a reflex action for both of them. Donghae would get upset, wanting to leave, while Kyuhyun pulled the pieces of him back together and into his arms.
“You know, you fit perfectly in my arms, so stop moving.” Kyuhyun tightened his hold, reducing the fidgeting.
“Your words…”
“What about them?”
“I hate them, you always use them against me.” Kyuhyun felt Donghae relax in his arms, his body giving in after being tense for so long.
“Well, if it means you get to cheer up, I wouldn’t mind.” A pair of lips met tender flesh. “I could also use a lot of other things to cheer you up.” A tongue darted forward,
“Stop it, you’re making me uncomfortable.”
“I can make you feel very comfortable, if you want me to.”
“Kyu…” Protests soon became whimpers as buttons were hastily done with, shirts casted away when one hand slide up the neck of the lamp, flicking it off.
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Donghae
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Everything comes to an end. Donghae understands that and wishes his lover would see the logic.
A/N: Finally, I wrote something again... *shot* This was suppose to be a one-shot, but I wanted to extend it out a bit and see where I go. Been having a huge urge to write Donghae, and somehow magnae worked in here...
Kyuhyun noticed Donghae had been looking more and more depressed as their promotions carried on in China. At first, Donghae had opened up to everyone, chirping and flailing about like his usual self back in Korea. Gradually, as if the effects of the drug were wearing off, he began closing off, blocking away other people, until Kyuhyun was the only person he talked with. The magnae was also willing to bet his entire gaming collection he was also the only person that Donghae fucked with.
“Hae-ah, what’s the matter with you?” Kyuhyun draped a lazy arm around Donghae, a usual sign of their closeness. “You’ve been awfully quiet, and even Ryeowookie talks more.”
“Kyu…” Donghae shrugged away, pushing the magnae off of him while he dove deeper into the pillow.
Kyuhyun sneaked a hand up Donghae’s loose shirt, his fingers tracing familiar terrain as he gracefully drew large circles on his back. “I can make it better.”
“Just, don’t leave me…” Donghae got up and wrapped his arms around the magnae, clasping their hands together in front of Kyuhyun’s stomach as he rested his head on the younger’s shoulder.
“Hae, how many times have we been through this?” Kyuhyun reached for a hand, wrinkling his forehead when the hand retracted and denied contact. “I won’t leave you.”
“That’s just because we’re here, but once we’re back home, you are aware of what’s going to happen to us, right?” Donghae spat bitterly into the pillow case, implanting his face further in the cotton. “We never existed, we’ll just go back with them again.”
Kyuhyun dragged both his hands along Donghae’s side, fingers digging beneath his body as he pulled him up into a sitting position. Donghae protested, but eventually sank into the waiting embrace, resting his head on the magnae’s shoulder.
“Oh, I’m very much aware of what’s going to happen to us.” Kyuhyun snaked a hand through the shirt, tenderly padding the smooth skin. He leaned forward, hot breath dusting his hyung’s ear as he whispered dirty wishes.
“Just face it! I don’t want to be someone’s replacement.” Donghae pulled away, actions futile when Kyuhyun merely pulled him back into his waiting arms. It happened so often, it became a reflex action for both of them. Donghae would get upset, wanting to leave, while Kyuhyun pulled the pieces of him back together and into his arms.
“You know, you fit perfectly in my arms, so stop moving.” Kyuhyun tightened his hold, reducing the fidgeting.
“Your words…”
“What about them?”
“I hate them, you always use them against me.” Kyuhyun felt Donghae relax in his arms, his body giving in after being tense for so long.
“Well, if it means you get to cheer up, I wouldn’t mind.” A pair of lips met tender flesh. “I could also use a lot of other things to cheer you up.” A tongue darted forward,
“Stop it, you’re making me uncomfortable.”
“I can make you feel very comfortable, if you want me to.”
“Kyu…” Protests soon became whimpers as buttons were hastily done with, shirts casted away when one hand slide up the neck of the lamp, flicking it off.