In the Arms of an Angel - 5
Title: In the Arms of an Angel (5/?)
Pairing/s: EunHae, broken!HaeSica, implied!YeWook, implied!HanChul, implied!KangTeuk
Characters: DongHae, EunHyuk, LeeTeuk, HeeChul, HyoYeon (SNSD), RyeoWook, YeSung
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of death, supernatural...
Disclaimer: Title from the song by Sarah McLachlan. I have no connection with SM or the management of Super Junior. Because if I did ....
Summary: Eunhyuk is Donghae's fallen Angel. Literally. And so he might just try to give life another shot.
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In the Arms of an Angel - Part 5
Donghae was fine. As a matter of fact, he was more than fine. It was not exactly like he felt the need to dance through his life from now on, smile at any given moment of the day or jump up and down in joy; but then again, there was no such behavior to be found in the frame of his character range. But the soreness in his chest was gone. He was not the only living person in his world anymore. His life was not dark and pointless anymore. There was a light by his side, someone to wait for him at home. Someone to steady his walk in the dark, someone to keep him from getting lost on his own.
It wasn’t like he’d overcome his past, for he could not run fast enough to cause a sufficient distance for it to disappear behind the horizon; but it wasn’t reaching cold hands through the thin veil between life and its dark counterpart anymore. He hadn’t forgotten, and he did not want to. The time he’d been forced to end abruptly, the memories, the feelings, the shared moments that lingered enlaced in his heart; there was no time that could make them fade into nothing of importance, no time that would make them fall apart into unrecognizable pieces. He’d never stop missing and loving the woman that had colored more than four years of his life.
But Eunhyuk was holding his heart in his hands now, healing the wounds and bruises and caressing his soul softly. He couldn’t take her place, couldn’t replace her, and they could not be compared. But then again, Donghae didn’t need him to. Eunhyuk was slowly filling up his own part of his heart, was taking up a perfectly unique spot in his life. So there was no room, no possibility and no need for comparison. And he was glad for that.
Donghae was a calm, grounded and rational man. He was not contemplating Eunhyuk’s sudden, unexplained, gorgeously beaming existence in his life or questioning the blonde’s whereabouts, reasons or the loose endings that undeniably still were surrounding his presence like a glowing, floating veil that over and over tried to hide his true face from Donghae. But mostly, Donghae did not regret his lack of un-minded curiosity. Because he feared that if he did start questioning and contemplating the being by his side - that albeit he had learned that his heart and mind ought to be the purest and most earnest he’d ever come across, could not be seen as anything but foreign and eerie -, his rational mind might lure him down a path he did not wish to encounter, and he might doubt the reality in the turn his life had taken. He might even start believing he was living in some kind of twisted illusion or dream, that there even was no frank reason for why he should be as happy as he was.
However, what Donghae’s heart and mind was able to, and what he did, was cherish the angelic being by his side. It was against every structure of his mind, but yet he allowed himself to rest confident and secure in this unexplainable smooth and delightful part of his the path of his life. For the first time in a long while, he had reason to enjoy his life. And so, along with the warm protectiveness, a tone of sweet gratefulness nestled itself into his heart as he leant down to place a soft kiss on the sleeping blonde’s forehead before he left the apartment on Monday morning. Donghae was fine. He was perfectly alright.
“He met someone, I’m sure.”
“Are we still talking about me here?”
“What? No, no, just try to cheer Heechul up a bit, okay? It is not my fault that girl did not loose those two last pounds like he told her to, but he’s probably gonna freak out on me anyways.”
“Fine, Ryeowook, I’ll do my best. He’s actually not as horrible once you get to know him.”
“Once you get into his pants, you mean.”
“Yesung!”
Donghae turned a page in his morning paper, just listening with half an ear to the ongoing conversation on the other side of his shield of paper. Ryeowook had managed to make Hangeng sit with them for lunch, and had spent the last fifteen minutes with interrogating the Chinese designer with questions about his possible, and soon confirmed, relationship with the editor in chief.
“He might have a point.”
Leeteuk seemingly only partly managed not to choke on his coffee. “Okay, I did not want to know that.”
“You might have a point too, though.”
“About him? Yeah, I know.”
“Yeah, it’s something about the way he walks.”
“His back is a little straighter, I think.”
“He is glowing from the inside.”
“Hangeng, do you read poetry?”
Frowning, Donghae lowered his paper slowly to look at the four other men at the table, and found three of them looking at him with unyielding interest in their faces, a little as if they were observing an important scientific experiment. Yesung, on the other hand, seemed just as deeply fascinated by an article about something that Donghae briefly identified as sand turtles, for whatever reason.
“What exactly are you talking about?” he asked suspiciously.
Leeteuk grinned widely. “Boy or girl?”
“Excuse me?”
“How did you meet?” Ryeowook’s eyes were all but shining with excitement.
Donghae frowned again, feeling very much like culprit caught with his back pressed against a wall. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s cheap.” Seemingly out of thin air, Cho Kyuhyun had appeared next to their table with Choi Siwon on his side, and Donghae watched them pull up two chairs with his frown deepening.
“Maybe he’s got himself a fallen angel,” Yesung mused, his attention not leaving his turtles. Siwon and Donghae both sent him a leveling frown, that he obviously felt highly unaffected by.
“That’s not very appropriate,” Siwon said seriously.
“Come on, spill,” Leeteuk said before Donghae got the chance to open his mouth. “Who is it?”
Donghae had to forcefully fight the urge to throw himself across the room to escape the circle of piercing curiosity that he was caught in. “You don’t know him,” he finally said fleetingly.
“It’s a guy?” Ryeowook all but chirped. “What’s his name? Will we meet him?”
“I’m, er, not gonna tell you that, uhm, yet. Uhm, maybe,” Donghae muttered incompletely into his coffee cup.
“Oh, he’s totally lost,” Kyuhyun chuckled, just a wee bit sneeringly.
“How did you meet?” Leeteuk asked, mercifully sparing him the dreadful task of coming up with a decent reply to Kyuhyun’s comment.
“Uh,” was all Donghae could manage to put together, feeling like a deer caught in the flash-lights of a car under the curious gazes of his friends. “I, er - he, uh. He fell, and I, er, helped him."
“He fell?” Siwon and Yesung asked in unison, looking at him skeptically.
Donghae all but panicked. “Yeah, uh, he, er - he kinda, sorta - fell down, uhm, from, uh … the, er, a balcony,” he ended weakly.
“Oh my god.”
“Ryeowook!” Siwon burst out as if the younger man just had offended him deeply.
The smaller brunette ignored him wholeheartedly. “He fell down from a balcony?” he asked, eyes wide.
“Uh, yeah,” Donghae muttered. “But it was the first floor, he’s fine.” For some reason, they all looked slightly impressed rather than skeptic or unbelieving.
“Interesting story,” Hangeng stated. “Anyways, I’ve gotta go.”
Siwon somehow managed to tear his attention away from Donghae’s fascinating love story. “Oh, by the way, if Heechul still has doubts about the cover shoot, you should take a look at this guy Sungmin cast last week. His name is Zhou Mi, apparently he’s this major hit from China.”
“Sure, I’ll look it over,” Hangeng nodded. “Don’t be late for the run-through, though, you guys, I’m not standing up for you too much,” he chuckled before leaving, briefly followed by Ryeowook and Leeteuk who suddenly found themselves in a great hurry.
“We’re happy for you, hyung,” Ryeowook gently told him while passing and patted his shoulder lightly.
“Siwonnie,” Donghae said absently, and got an approving hum in response. “Do you believe in angels?”
Siwon looked up from his rice with a visibly confused look on his face, but before he could give him an answer, Yesung gave him a quite unnerving look, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed. “Donghae, you’re just getting weirder and weirder every day,” he stated, shaking his head a little.
Kyuhyun gave a snorting chuckle, not actually unkindly, though. “You’re one to talk.” Yesung gave him a mild glare while Siwon burst out into giggles, and Donghae gratefully took the opportunity to flee the scene as quickly as possible.
The conversation in and of itself might not have been incredibly heavy-weighting or severe, but Donghae’s mind was caught in a sticky spider web of doubtful for most of the remaining day. Being the grounded and sincere man he was, lying was not in his usual arsenal of behavior, even though he thought that he in this case would not be very hesitant to giving in. Moreover, there was the question of whether Eunhyuk would bow to the lie, even if it was a white one.
As he came home, every trace of worrying and doubtful thoughts were swiftly erased from his mind, like a gush of wind wipes away left-behind drops of rain on a window. Eunhyuk met him in the hallway as he just had put away his coat, wrapping comforting arms around his neck, and smiling gently, beamingly up at him, making the brunette’s heart feel like someone briefly gave it a slight squeeze. And Donghae welcomed him in his embrace gratefully, wrapping his arms tightly around the lean waist and pressing it against his own.
Eunhyuk tiptoed slightly to overcome the little distance and press his soft, full lips against the waiting ones of the taller man. Donghae felt like the lingering warmth in his chest was pulsating, like a beating heart, growing stronger with the life only Eunhyuk seemed capable of pouring into it. Gently, exploring, he slipped his tongue into the blonde’s mouth, wanting to feel just a little bit more of him, be just a little bit closer, know his body just a little more, linger just a little longer this close together.
Slowly, he eventually pulled back, looking down at the other, who again smiled back kindly. “Hey,” he murmured softly. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” Eunhyuk responded, his soft, almost melodic voice close to a purr. “How are you?”
“Good,” Donghae said, ducking his head to latch his lips onto Eunhyuk’s again.
“Missed you,” the blonde briefly murmured into the kiss, and even though it was so quiet and slight Donghae’s might have imagined it - for he was certain he was fully capable of loosing himself in such a delirium -, he felt that soft little smile creeping onto his lips.
Donghae cooked that night, and he thought he did an incredibly great job of not letting himself being too distracted by the unbelievably soft and tempting arms that over and over again wound their way around his hips from behind, or the tickling, tingling pair of full lips that kept on ghosting and fluttering against the smooth skin of his neck. As it after a while got much to irresistible, however, he did put the task of cutting vegetables onto the blonde’s shoulders, to keep him at an a little safer distance.
Several hours later, midnight found the two males curled up on the bed under the soft sheets, limbs entangled to allow any amount of endeared and relished skin contact. Eunhyuk’s head was again resting on Donghae’s shoulder, an arm draped over his chest. Donghae felt his body as close to his own as ever, felt his chest heaving evenly in his calm sleep, his breath tickling his chest slightly. Donghae’s heart felt comfortably weightless.
<‘’~. , .~’’>
He was in the middle of hanging up his coat just as he’d reentered his apartment on Friday, as Eunhyuk’s melodic voice reached him from the kitchen, and he smiled slightly, softly as he turned towards the blonde who came towards him.
“Hae, Hae, Hae,” he all but chanted, and Donghae’s smiled widened.
“Eunhyuk,” he replied, laughing softly, as he gently slid his arms around the others lean waist.
“Hae, will you take me somewhere?” Donghae blinked, brought off his path; even though it might just as well be due to the unprepared request, as to the ever enchanting spell his shining, glowing smile that made his eyes sparkle like the clearest night sky. Or it might be because of the fact that Eunhyuk was only wearing a pair of dark denim jeans.
“Where do you wanna go, Hyuk?” he asked, all but careless about the fact that it was about 10 p.m.
“Here,” came the mirthful, delightful reply as the shorter male took his hand, swiftly leading him to the kitchen, where he grabbed a piece of paper from the table to wave it in front of Donghae’s face.
Donghae took it from him, still a little confused, to get a closer look at it. It was a smooth, folded, well-colored tourist guide to the N Seoul Tower, which Donghae’d had no idea he even possessed.
“Seoul Tower? You wanna go to Seoul Tower? I didn’t know you were into sightseeing,” he chuckled a little.
Eunhyuk just giggled. “I’m not,” he replied simply. “Please, Donghae, will you take me?”
Donghae shrugged, seeing absolutely no reason why he’d refuse, or even more why he’d refuse to make the blonde happy. “Yeah, okay,” he said softly. “But you’ll have to put a shirt on first,” he added chuckling; being dearly rewarded by the other tiptoeing to press his gentle lips against his own.
Eunhyuk disappeared to do as he was told, and Donghae turned to find a still-hot cup of caramel-colored Caffé Latte on the table, and yet another small affectionate smile played its way onto his lips.
Eunhyuk returned quickly, and Donghae rose and took the blonde’s hand as they made their way down the stairs through the building. Following something that almost was a natural routine, Eunhyuk gave him question after question about the day he’d had and the people he’d encountered on his way through it; and Donghae answered them all, with enjoyment and as much involvement as he could manage because he knew the other wanted it, though he still had no clue to what triggered the blonde’s curiosity about such trivial and grayish every-day-matters.
He told him about the studio across town where they’d had a photo shoot; about Kim Heechul’s cranky and ill-tempered but yet precise and all but impressive sense for details and perfection; about Kim Yesung and Kim Ryeowook unfolding and developing their sweet and private vacation plans during lunch; about Park Leeteuk’s obvious and undeniable, heart-touching joy as he told that Kim Kangin would return home in just a little more than a week; about Choi Siwon slipping his arms around Cho Kyuhyun, just for the beat of a moment, in a distant corner of the shooting set, to place a swift kiss on the younger’s cheek; about Cho Kyuhyun blushing oh-so-slightly and lowering his gaze with a soft smile, dropping his arrogant façade for a moment of affection.
And as he was driving through the nightly city, through various veils of flashing, glowing lights of different colors, he thought he might start to realize, that the angelic blonde’s affinity for his flat, plain, continuously repeated life, might be nothing but a blessed ability to see the beauty in the plainest and calmest of days, to see the silver lining even on an overcast and stormy sky. And he couldn’t deny that that small little adding to the other’s being and detailed, enchanting, complicated picture, increased and deepened his beauty and his reasons for endearment to him even more.
They arrived, and Eunhyuk slipped his hand into Donghae’s again as the brunette led the way into the building and towards the third floor. He could have felt intimidated, insecure and awkward, walking straight through publicity hand in hand with the neat blonde male - yes, the modern society was open and whatnot, but he knew very well mere humans weren‘t, and never would because it wasn‘t really in their nature to accept a crossing of the ordinary -, and part of him wanted him to, but strangely, he didn’t. It felt perfectly right and natural, all he couldn’t have cared less about the surrounding world and its thoughts.
The place was, against all sane expectations, not even half as crowded as it usually would tend to be, and the two could easily make their way towards a free spot at the fence that surrounded the edge above the lively city in the darkness. A cool breeze was running over the landscape, catching the whitish blond strands of Eunhyuk’s silky hair as he gazed up at the sky, the reflection of the lights below playing in the dark, doe-ish eyes, and Donghae thought he’d never looked more angelic - even though he was wearing one of Donghae’s blackish leather jackets. His face had that calm, perfectly rueful, yet somehow beaming expression that simply did not belong in this world, and Donghae was positive there was that eerie, shimmering, but ever-so-slight and barely detectable shine radiating from his pale skin.
Donghae slipped his hands around his waist from where he stood closely behind, resting his chin on his shoulder softly. He could feel the comforting weight against him as the other leaned back against him slightly.
“Eunhyuk?”
“Mhm?”
“I was just wondering … don’t you miss your home, or, you know … where you came from?” Donghae asked lowly.
Eunhyuk was quiet for a long while, and it had Donghae wondering once more if his curiosity about the fallen boy was inappropriate or unwished. But just as his hesitation grew, Eunhyuk spoke. “No,” he said slowly. “It would be stupid to compare.”
The brunette nodded slowly, yet again struck and fascinated by the pure and simple way the blonde seemed to be structured, even though it might not have been the most clarifying response.
“How did you get this idea?” he asked after another while of comfortable silence.
“Hyoyeon,” came the calm and simple reply.
Donghae blinked. “You talked to Hyoyeon? When?”
“Today,” Eunhyuk said, sounding a wee bit amused.
“She was home?”
“Yeah,” she came to visit and she said I might enjoy the view.
Though he was a little baffled over the blonde girl’s unexpected visit, Donghae couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate the gesture, especially since he, while he was gone, would keep on wondering and worrying over how Eunhyuk was supposed to spend his days in a good way all alone in his apartment. “Well, do you?”
Eunhyuk nodded slightly. “It’s quite beautiful,” he said simply.
“It is.”
Donghae lost track of time as they stood unmoving, merely enjoying the other’s proximity and the view of the never-ending world below their feet. He wasn’t the kind of person to make that kind of request, but if he was, he probably would have wished for eternity to stretch the moment to forever.
“Donghae?” Eunhyuk murmured after a long while enough.
“Yeah?”
The blonde’s soft, melodic voice was low and almost careful, barely strong enough for Donghae to hear him really clearly over the distant sound of traffic. “When I have to go, will you let me go?”
The brunette was quiet for a beat, not even able to deny to himself that the sheer thought of it made his heart feel like it was being squeezed harshly, like it was loosing its track and drifting off into loneliness. “You’ve asked that before,” he said.
“I know.”
He was quiet for another moment. “It wouldn’t be easy, but if you want me to, I’d do my best.”
The shorter shifted to turn in his arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and looking up at him with sincerity and care in the big, dark eyes. “I need you to,” he said lowly.
Donghae just nodded, and let the other cup his cheeks to pull his lips down to his own. “Let’s go back home, okay?” he said.
<‘’~. , .~’’>
(A/N: I meant to post this yesterday, but then my friend kinda kidnapped me to a party, so yeah …
And yeah, it’s, like, veeeeeeeeryy fluffy, I knoow. Guess that’s what happens whenever I write while listening to Nickelback’s ballads, kekeke~ )
Pairing/s: EunHae, broken!HaeSica, implied!YeWook, implied!HanChul, implied!KangTeuk
Characters: DongHae, EunHyuk, LeeTeuk, HeeChul, HyoYeon (SNSD), RyeoWook, YeSung
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of death, supernatural...
Disclaimer: Title from the song by Sarah McLachlan. I have no connection with SM or the management of Super Junior. Because if I did ....
Summary: Eunhyuk is Donghae's fallen Angel. Literally. And so he might just try to give life another shot.
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In the Arms of an Angel - Part 5
Donghae was fine. As a matter of fact, he was more than fine. It was not exactly like he felt the need to dance through his life from now on, smile at any given moment of the day or jump up and down in joy; but then again, there was no such behavior to be found in the frame of his character range. But the soreness in his chest was gone. He was not the only living person in his world anymore. His life was not dark and pointless anymore. There was a light by his side, someone to wait for him at home. Someone to steady his walk in the dark, someone to keep him from getting lost on his own.
It wasn’t like he’d overcome his past, for he could not run fast enough to cause a sufficient distance for it to disappear behind the horizon; but it wasn’t reaching cold hands through the thin veil between life and its dark counterpart anymore. He hadn’t forgotten, and he did not want to. The time he’d been forced to end abruptly, the memories, the feelings, the shared moments that lingered enlaced in his heart; there was no time that could make them fade into nothing of importance, no time that would make them fall apart into unrecognizable pieces. He’d never stop missing and loving the woman that had colored more than four years of his life.
But Eunhyuk was holding his heart in his hands now, healing the wounds and bruises and caressing his soul softly. He couldn’t take her place, couldn’t replace her, and they could not be compared. But then again, Donghae didn’t need him to. Eunhyuk was slowly filling up his own part of his heart, was taking up a perfectly unique spot in his life. So there was no room, no possibility and no need for comparison. And he was glad for that.
Donghae was a calm, grounded and rational man. He was not contemplating Eunhyuk’s sudden, unexplained, gorgeously beaming existence in his life or questioning the blonde’s whereabouts, reasons or the loose endings that undeniably still were surrounding his presence like a glowing, floating veil that over and over tried to hide his true face from Donghae. But mostly, Donghae did not regret his lack of un-minded curiosity. Because he feared that if he did start questioning and contemplating the being by his side - that albeit he had learned that his heart and mind ought to be the purest and most earnest he’d ever come across, could not be seen as anything but foreign and eerie -, his rational mind might lure him down a path he did not wish to encounter, and he might doubt the reality in the turn his life had taken. He might even start believing he was living in some kind of twisted illusion or dream, that there even was no frank reason for why he should be as happy as he was.
However, what Donghae’s heart and mind was able to, and what he did, was cherish the angelic being by his side. It was against every structure of his mind, but yet he allowed himself to rest confident and secure in this unexplainable smooth and delightful part of his the path of his life. For the first time in a long while, he had reason to enjoy his life. And so, along with the warm protectiveness, a tone of sweet gratefulness nestled itself into his heart as he leant down to place a soft kiss on the sleeping blonde’s forehead before he left the apartment on Monday morning. Donghae was fine. He was perfectly alright.
“He met someone, I’m sure.”
“Are we still talking about me here?”
“What? No, no, just try to cheer Heechul up a bit, okay? It is not my fault that girl did not loose those two last pounds like he told her to, but he’s probably gonna freak out on me anyways.”
“Fine, Ryeowook, I’ll do my best. He’s actually not as horrible once you get to know him.”
“Once you get into his pants, you mean.”
“Yesung!”
Donghae turned a page in his morning paper, just listening with half an ear to the ongoing conversation on the other side of his shield of paper. Ryeowook had managed to make Hangeng sit with them for lunch, and had spent the last fifteen minutes with interrogating the Chinese designer with questions about his possible, and soon confirmed, relationship with the editor in chief.
“He might have a point.”
Leeteuk seemingly only partly managed not to choke on his coffee. “Okay, I did not want to know that.”
“You might have a point too, though.”
“About him? Yeah, I know.”
“Yeah, it’s something about the way he walks.”
“His back is a little straighter, I think.”
“He is glowing from the inside.”
“Hangeng, do you read poetry?”
Frowning, Donghae lowered his paper slowly to look at the four other men at the table, and found three of them looking at him with unyielding interest in their faces, a little as if they were observing an important scientific experiment. Yesung, on the other hand, seemed just as deeply fascinated by an article about something that Donghae briefly identified as sand turtles, for whatever reason.
“What exactly are you talking about?” he asked suspiciously.
Leeteuk grinned widely. “Boy or girl?”
“Excuse me?”
“How did you meet?” Ryeowook’s eyes were all but shining with excitement.
Donghae frowned again, feeling very much like culprit caught with his back pressed against a wall. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s cheap.” Seemingly out of thin air, Cho Kyuhyun had appeared next to their table with Choi Siwon on his side, and Donghae watched them pull up two chairs with his frown deepening.
“Maybe he’s got himself a fallen angel,” Yesung mused, his attention not leaving his turtles. Siwon and Donghae both sent him a leveling frown, that he obviously felt highly unaffected by.
“That’s not very appropriate,” Siwon said seriously.
“Come on, spill,” Leeteuk said before Donghae got the chance to open his mouth. “Who is it?”
Donghae had to forcefully fight the urge to throw himself across the room to escape the circle of piercing curiosity that he was caught in. “You don’t know him,” he finally said fleetingly.
“It’s a guy?” Ryeowook all but chirped. “What’s his name? Will we meet him?”
“I’m, er, not gonna tell you that, uhm, yet. Uhm, maybe,” Donghae muttered incompletely into his coffee cup.
“Oh, he’s totally lost,” Kyuhyun chuckled, just a wee bit sneeringly.
“How did you meet?” Leeteuk asked, mercifully sparing him the dreadful task of coming up with a decent reply to Kyuhyun’s comment.
“Uh,” was all Donghae could manage to put together, feeling like a deer caught in the flash-lights of a car under the curious gazes of his friends. “I, er - he, uh. He fell, and I, er, helped him."
“He fell?” Siwon and Yesung asked in unison, looking at him skeptically.
Donghae all but panicked. “Yeah, uh, he, er - he kinda, sorta - fell down, uhm, from, uh … the, er, a balcony,” he ended weakly.
“Oh my god.”
“Ryeowook!” Siwon burst out as if the younger man just had offended him deeply.
The smaller brunette ignored him wholeheartedly. “He fell down from a balcony?” he asked, eyes wide.
“Uh, yeah,” Donghae muttered. “But it was the first floor, he’s fine.” For some reason, they all looked slightly impressed rather than skeptic or unbelieving.
“Interesting story,” Hangeng stated. “Anyways, I’ve gotta go.”
Siwon somehow managed to tear his attention away from Donghae’s fascinating love story. “Oh, by the way, if Heechul still has doubts about the cover shoot, you should take a look at this guy Sungmin cast last week. His name is Zhou Mi, apparently he’s this major hit from China.”
“Sure, I’ll look it over,” Hangeng nodded. “Don’t be late for the run-through, though, you guys, I’m not standing up for you too much,” he chuckled before leaving, briefly followed by Ryeowook and Leeteuk who suddenly found themselves in a great hurry.
“We’re happy for you, hyung,” Ryeowook gently told him while passing and patted his shoulder lightly.
“Siwonnie,” Donghae said absently, and got an approving hum in response. “Do you believe in angels?”
Siwon looked up from his rice with a visibly confused look on his face, but before he could give him an answer, Yesung gave him a quite unnerving look, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed. “Donghae, you’re just getting weirder and weirder every day,” he stated, shaking his head a little.
Kyuhyun gave a snorting chuckle, not actually unkindly, though. “You’re one to talk.” Yesung gave him a mild glare while Siwon burst out into giggles, and Donghae gratefully took the opportunity to flee the scene as quickly as possible.
The conversation in and of itself might not have been incredibly heavy-weighting or severe, but Donghae’s mind was caught in a sticky spider web of doubtful for most of the remaining day. Being the grounded and sincere man he was, lying was not in his usual arsenal of behavior, even though he thought that he in this case would not be very hesitant to giving in. Moreover, there was the question of whether Eunhyuk would bow to the lie, even if it was a white one.
As he came home, every trace of worrying and doubtful thoughts were swiftly erased from his mind, like a gush of wind wipes away left-behind drops of rain on a window. Eunhyuk met him in the hallway as he just had put away his coat, wrapping comforting arms around his neck, and smiling gently, beamingly up at him, making the brunette’s heart feel like someone briefly gave it a slight squeeze. And Donghae welcomed him in his embrace gratefully, wrapping his arms tightly around the lean waist and pressing it against his own.
Eunhyuk tiptoed slightly to overcome the little distance and press his soft, full lips against the waiting ones of the taller man. Donghae felt like the lingering warmth in his chest was pulsating, like a beating heart, growing stronger with the life only Eunhyuk seemed capable of pouring into it. Gently, exploring, he slipped his tongue into the blonde’s mouth, wanting to feel just a little bit more of him, be just a little bit closer, know his body just a little more, linger just a little longer this close together.
Slowly, he eventually pulled back, looking down at the other, who again smiled back kindly. “Hey,” he murmured softly. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” Eunhyuk responded, his soft, almost melodic voice close to a purr. “How are you?”
“Good,” Donghae said, ducking his head to latch his lips onto Eunhyuk’s again.
“Missed you,” the blonde briefly murmured into the kiss, and even though it was so quiet and slight Donghae’s might have imagined it - for he was certain he was fully capable of loosing himself in such a delirium -, he felt that soft little smile creeping onto his lips.
Donghae cooked that night, and he thought he did an incredibly great job of not letting himself being too distracted by the unbelievably soft and tempting arms that over and over again wound their way around his hips from behind, or the tickling, tingling pair of full lips that kept on ghosting and fluttering against the smooth skin of his neck. As it after a while got much to irresistible, however, he did put the task of cutting vegetables onto the blonde’s shoulders, to keep him at an a little safer distance.
Several hours later, midnight found the two males curled up on the bed under the soft sheets, limbs entangled to allow any amount of endeared and relished skin contact. Eunhyuk’s head was again resting on Donghae’s shoulder, an arm draped over his chest. Donghae felt his body as close to his own as ever, felt his chest heaving evenly in his calm sleep, his breath tickling his chest slightly. Donghae’s heart felt comfortably weightless.
<‘’~. , .~’’>
He was in the middle of hanging up his coat just as he’d reentered his apartment on Friday, as Eunhyuk’s melodic voice reached him from the kitchen, and he smiled slightly, softly as he turned towards the blonde who came towards him.
“Hae, Hae, Hae,” he all but chanted, and Donghae’s smiled widened.
“Eunhyuk,” he replied, laughing softly, as he gently slid his arms around the others lean waist.
“Hae, will you take me somewhere?” Donghae blinked, brought off his path; even though it might just as well be due to the unprepared request, as to the ever enchanting spell his shining, glowing smile that made his eyes sparkle like the clearest night sky. Or it might be because of the fact that Eunhyuk was only wearing a pair of dark denim jeans.
“Where do you wanna go, Hyuk?” he asked, all but careless about the fact that it was about 10 p.m.
“Here,” came the mirthful, delightful reply as the shorter male took his hand, swiftly leading him to the kitchen, where he grabbed a piece of paper from the table to wave it in front of Donghae’s face.
Donghae took it from him, still a little confused, to get a closer look at it. It was a smooth, folded, well-colored tourist guide to the N Seoul Tower, which Donghae’d had no idea he even possessed.
“Seoul Tower? You wanna go to Seoul Tower? I didn’t know you were into sightseeing,” he chuckled a little.
Eunhyuk just giggled. “I’m not,” he replied simply. “Please, Donghae, will you take me?”
Donghae shrugged, seeing absolutely no reason why he’d refuse, or even more why he’d refuse to make the blonde happy. “Yeah, okay,” he said softly. “But you’ll have to put a shirt on first,” he added chuckling; being dearly rewarded by the other tiptoeing to press his gentle lips against his own.
Eunhyuk disappeared to do as he was told, and Donghae turned to find a still-hot cup of caramel-colored Caffé Latte on the table, and yet another small affectionate smile played its way onto his lips.
Eunhyuk returned quickly, and Donghae rose and took the blonde’s hand as they made their way down the stairs through the building. Following something that almost was a natural routine, Eunhyuk gave him question after question about the day he’d had and the people he’d encountered on his way through it; and Donghae answered them all, with enjoyment and as much involvement as he could manage because he knew the other wanted it, though he still had no clue to what triggered the blonde’s curiosity about such trivial and grayish every-day-matters.
He told him about the studio across town where they’d had a photo shoot; about Kim Heechul’s cranky and ill-tempered but yet precise and all but impressive sense for details and perfection; about Kim Yesung and Kim Ryeowook unfolding and developing their sweet and private vacation plans during lunch; about Park Leeteuk’s obvious and undeniable, heart-touching joy as he told that Kim Kangin would return home in just a little more than a week; about Choi Siwon slipping his arms around Cho Kyuhyun, just for the beat of a moment, in a distant corner of the shooting set, to place a swift kiss on the younger’s cheek; about Cho Kyuhyun blushing oh-so-slightly and lowering his gaze with a soft smile, dropping his arrogant façade for a moment of affection.
And as he was driving through the nightly city, through various veils of flashing, glowing lights of different colors, he thought he might start to realize, that the angelic blonde’s affinity for his flat, plain, continuously repeated life, might be nothing but a blessed ability to see the beauty in the plainest and calmest of days, to see the silver lining even on an overcast and stormy sky. And he couldn’t deny that that small little adding to the other’s being and detailed, enchanting, complicated picture, increased and deepened his beauty and his reasons for endearment to him even more.
They arrived, and Eunhyuk slipped his hand into Donghae’s again as the brunette led the way into the building and towards the third floor. He could have felt intimidated, insecure and awkward, walking straight through publicity hand in hand with the neat blonde male - yes, the modern society was open and whatnot, but he knew very well mere humans weren‘t, and never would because it wasn‘t really in their nature to accept a crossing of the ordinary -, and part of him wanted him to, but strangely, he didn’t. It felt perfectly right and natural, all he couldn’t have cared less about the surrounding world and its thoughts.
The place was, against all sane expectations, not even half as crowded as it usually would tend to be, and the two could easily make their way towards a free spot at the fence that surrounded the edge above the lively city in the darkness. A cool breeze was running over the landscape, catching the whitish blond strands of Eunhyuk’s silky hair as he gazed up at the sky, the reflection of the lights below playing in the dark, doe-ish eyes, and Donghae thought he’d never looked more angelic - even though he was wearing one of Donghae’s blackish leather jackets. His face had that calm, perfectly rueful, yet somehow beaming expression that simply did not belong in this world, and Donghae was positive there was that eerie, shimmering, but ever-so-slight and barely detectable shine radiating from his pale skin.
Donghae slipped his hands around his waist from where he stood closely behind, resting his chin on his shoulder softly. He could feel the comforting weight against him as the other leaned back against him slightly.
“Eunhyuk?”
“Mhm?”
“I was just wondering … don’t you miss your home, or, you know … where you came from?” Donghae asked lowly.
Eunhyuk was quiet for a long while, and it had Donghae wondering once more if his curiosity about the fallen boy was inappropriate or unwished. But just as his hesitation grew, Eunhyuk spoke. “No,” he said slowly. “It would be stupid to compare.”
The brunette nodded slowly, yet again struck and fascinated by the pure and simple way the blonde seemed to be structured, even though it might not have been the most clarifying response.
“How did you get this idea?” he asked after another while of comfortable silence.
“Hyoyeon,” came the calm and simple reply.
Donghae blinked. “You talked to Hyoyeon? When?”
“Today,” Eunhyuk said, sounding a wee bit amused.
“She was home?”
“Yeah,” she came to visit and she said I might enjoy the view.
Though he was a little baffled over the blonde girl’s unexpected visit, Donghae couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate the gesture, especially since he, while he was gone, would keep on wondering and worrying over how Eunhyuk was supposed to spend his days in a good way all alone in his apartment. “Well, do you?”
Eunhyuk nodded slightly. “It’s quite beautiful,” he said simply.
“It is.”
Donghae lost track of time as they stood unmoving, merely enjoying the other’s proximity and the view of the never-ending world below their feet. He wasn’t the kind of person to make that kind of request, but if he was, he probably would have wished for eternity to stretch the moment to forever.
“Donghae?” Eunhyuk murmured after a long while enough.
“Yeah?”
The blonde’s soft, melodic voice was low and almost careful, barely strong enough for Donghae to hear him really clearly over the distant sound of traffic. “When I have to go, will you let me go?”
The brunette was quiet for a beat, not even able to deny to himself that the sheer thought of it made his heart feel like it was being squeezed harshly, like it was loosing its track and drifting off into loneliness. “You’ve asked that before,” he said.
“I know.”
He was quiet for another moment. “It wouldn’t be easy, but if you want me to, I’d do my best.”
The shorter shifted to turn in his arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and looking up at him with sincerity and care in the big, dark eyes. “I need you to,” he said lowly.
Donghae just nodded, and let the other cup his cheeks to pull his lips down to his own. “Let’s go back home, okay?” he said.
<‘’~. , .~’’>
(A/N: I meant to post this yesterday, but then my friend kinda kidnapped me to a party, so yeah …
And yeah, it’s, like, veeeeeeeeryy fluffy, I knoow. Guess that’s what happens whenever I write while listening to Nickelback’s ballads, kekeke~ )