You're such an Idiot Sometimes.
Title: You're such an Idiot Sometimes.
Genre: Romance; FLUFF.
Pairing: HenHae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble/One-shot
Disclaimer: Standard fangirl disclaimer applies.
Summary: Never jump to conclusions, that's what he learned.
It's been two months since I've seen Donghae. It's not like we haven't been talking or anything but actually seeing a person is different from chatting with them or tweeting them or any other form of social media. Point is, today I was going to meet with Donghae again and my heart wouldn't let me forget that I was. It took me several hours (okay, not several. Maybe just a few.) to get ready, who cares if we were just going to meet up at a coffee shop? I can look good for him, right?
I just sounded like a girl... Whatever, it's for Donghae.
When I got to the coffee shop (after changing my shirt three or four more times), I saw him at the counter ordering one of those ice blended drinks and a cupcake. I nearly passed out from staring, actually. That's what happens when you forget to breathe. Was is my fault that I was staring at his new haircut and shirt that left nothing to the imagination? Shut up, you're sounding like a girl!
Anyway, I went in and stopped dead in my tracks. I wanted to run away at that moment but the shock petrified me to the spot. Here I was, hoping to have a great afternoon with my hyung, just like old times. But to my shock and dismay, he was sitting with another guy. They were laughing and smiling and undoubtably happy. I wanted to cry and run and be the baby that all my other hyungs told me I was but the shock... It just rooted me to the spot.
Worst part? The cupcake was for that other guy.
Just as I was going to leave and text Donghae that I couldn't make it, I felt a hand land on my shoulder. The warm familiarity made me want to smile and rip my heart out at the same time. I knew who this hand belonged to and it drove me insane.
"Henry, where are you going?" His voice was like velvet. It made me want to melt.
"Ah, hyung..." I turned to him and tried to conjure a smile and resist the urge to blush. "I uh..."
He laughed, my face started to feel incredibly warm. "You're alway so silly, Henry. Come here and sit. I have someone I want you to meet."
I wished he was joking, but no, he wasn't. He took my hand and walked me over to their table where the other guy (who turned out to be another one of my hyungs) was sitting. I sat across from the other guy and next to Donghae.
"Henry, this is Sungmin. He's a good friend of mine."
The other guy, Sungmin, smiled at me and offered me his hand. "Nice to meet you, Henry. Donghae has told me a lot about you."
"Nice to meet you too, Sungmin-hyung." There was so much I wanted to do at that moment but I couldn't because that would've involved a lot of effort. And at the moment, I felt like I was going to die. The rest of the conversation from that point on, I couldn't really remember on account of I used all of my energy to resist the urge to curl up under the table and disappear.
Then I felt Donghae's hand on me again. Not on my shoulder, but on my cheek. You can only imagine the heat I was radiating at that moment. He was looking at me with this face that screamed "concern", much like an older brother worrying about his little brother. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. It was nice and very irritating.
I learned that it's hard when you love your hyung like this...
"Henry, are you okay?" Sungmin said, looking equally concerned.
I snapped back to reality, my eyes adjusting to the increasing warmth climbing to my face. "Ah, yeah. I'm fine..."
"You sure?" Donghae replied, "You're really warm and you look rather flushed."
"Yes, hyung. I'm okay."
I knew that Donghae didn't believe what I said. Not even for a minute. What I said wasn't all that true and yes, I didn't believe what I said either. But my god, I couldn't say that I wasn't feeling alright at that moment because of him and his good friend. It would've been really awkward. Donghae just nodded and held my hand, pretending to believe me and my really fail "I'm okay".
I was resisting the urge to stand up and leave from the awkwardness that I put myself into. I really wanted to leave and dissapate somewhere and hide until this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach went away. Donghae's reassuring hand proved to be a good reason to stay, so I stayed.
The conversation revolved around Sungmin's ability to bake sweets, Donghae's dancing and something else I couldn't really understand. I didn't say much outside of the occasional head nod and a forced laugh every now and again... I think they noticed my disposition when Sungmin stood up to go.
"Okay, Henry, spill it. You're being terribly awkward and not in the usual cute way that you are." Donghae started.
"I'm fine, hyung. Don't mind me."
"You're lying to me."
I looked down, trying to stop the tears from rolling out of my eyes. I said nothing in attempts to keep things as together as possible. I hated the feeling of cold and trembling hands. It was much worse on account of Donghae was holding one of them...
"I'm...fine, hyung. Don't mind me." I whispered.
"No, you're not. And I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"It's nothing."
"It's obviously not nothing, Henry. You're a horrible liar."
"Well, what would you do if I told you? It's not going to matter anyway. It's hard to explain..." I almost lost it, why couldn't he just leave it?
He let go of my hand and looked me straight in the eye. I was shaking like a leaf and he knew that something was bothering me. Sometimes I think Donghae has extra-sensory perception or some sort of crazy mumbo-jumbo up in his awesome brain of his...
"Try me, Henry." He replied calmly "I wouldn't ask if it didn't matter."
At that moment, I couldn't take much more. My ability to hold in the shock-turned-jealousy-turned-sadness was too much for me to keep to myself. Even though I tried my best not to cry, I still did. In the coffee shop, in the middle of the afternoon...
In front of Donghae...
I officially made a fool of myself in front of the guy I liked. No sense in trying to stop it now. I let my mouth do all the talking.
"It's hard, hyung. It's killing me to sit here and watch you to talk with Sungmin-hyung. It's driving me insane to see you talk to the guy you like." I took a breath and continued "I feel like a third wheel. I'm resisting the urge to break down and make a total fool out of myself because it hurts me to see that...I'll never have you." I just confessed that I liked him in a matter most unpleasant... Take me now.
Donghae didn't say anything at first. He just sat there and listened to every word I said, the silence growing deeper between us (well, as silent as a coffee shop would be). I thought he was going to never speak to me again in which I was mentally preparing myself for a deep state of depression. That was until Donghae started laughing...
"Henry, you're such an idiot sometimes, jumping to conclusions like that..." Donghae said with a huge smile on his face.
You can only imagine how confused I was.
"I never said I liked Sungmin, you know. The reason why I brought him over here was to introduce you to him. He wanted to know who I found worthy enough to call "boyfriend" and that's why he came. Geez, Henry. I don't like Sungmin, he's my friend. I love you."
"...what?" I looked up and asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Donghae took both my hands and pulled my chair closer to his. He leaned in closer and spoke as clearly as he could. "I love you, Henry. Not Sungmin, not anyone else. I love you. And obviously, by what you've just said and by the irrational way you just acted, you love me too." He beamed that wonderful smile of his at me and kissed my cheek. I was so happy, I didn't even have words to say to him. I just let my body take over and kissed him with all the love I could muster.
I'm just glad he kissed back.
A/n: Well look at that, my first HenHae fic. I dedicate this fic to my wifey Dara who inspired me to write this in the first place. I thought it was going to be an angsty fic but it just unraveled and became a big ball of fluff. Oh hay, that's life. XD Hope you guys liked it. Comments are love!
Genre: Romance; FLUFF.
Pairing: HenHae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble/One-shot
Disclaimer: Standard fangirl disclaimer applies.
Summary: Never jump to conclusions, that's what he learned.
It's been two months since I've seen Donghae. It's not like we haven't been talking or anything but actually seeing a person is different from chatting with them or tweeting them or any other form of social media. Point is, today I was going to meet with Donghae again and my heart wouldn't let me forget that I was. It took me several hours (okay, not several. Maybe just a few.) to get ready, who cares if we were just going to meet up at a coffee shop? I can look good for him, right?
I just sounded like a girl... Whatever, it's for Donghae.
When I got to the coffee shop (after changing my shirt three or four more times), I saw him at the counter ordering one of those ice blended drinks and a cupcake. I nearly passed out from staring, actually. That's what happens when you forget to breathe. Was is my fault that I was staring at his new haircut and shirt that left nothing to the imagination? Shut up, you're sounding like a girl!
Anyway, I went in and stopped dead in my tracks. I wanted to run away at that moment but the shock petrified me to the spot. Here I was, hoping to have a great afternoon with my hyung, just like old times. But to my shock and dismay, he was sitting with another guy. They were laughing and smiling and undoubtably happy. I wanted to cry and run and be the baby that all my other hyungs told me I was but the shock... It just rooted me to the spot.
Worst part? The cupcake was for that other guy.
Just as I was going to leave and text Donghae that I couldn't make it, I felt a hand land on my shoulder. The warm familiarity made me want to smile and rip my heart out at the same time. I knew who this hand belonged to and it drove me insane.
"Henry, where are you going?" His voice was like velvet. It made me want to melt.
"Ah, hyung..." I turned to him and tried to conjure a smile and resist the urge to blush. "I uh..."
He laughed, my face started to feel incredibly warm. "You're alway so silly, Henry. Come here and sit. I have someone I want you to meet."
I wished he was joking, but no, he wasn't. He took my hand and walked me over to their table where the other guy (who turned out to be another one of my hyungs) was sitting. I sat across from the other guy and next to Donghae.
"Henry, this is Sungmin. He's a good friend of mine."
The other guy, Sungmin, smiled at me and offered me his hand. "Nice to meet you, Henry. Donghae has told me a lot about you."
"Nice to meet you too, Sungmin-hyung." There was so much I wanted to do at that moment but I couldn't because that would've involved a lot of effort. And at the moment, I felt like I was going to die. The rest of the conversation from that point on, I couldn't really remember on account of I used all of my energy to resist the urge to curl up under the table and disappear.
Then I felt Donghae's hand on me again. Not on my shoulder, but on my cheek. You can only imagine the heat I was radiating at that moment. He was looking at me with this face that screamed "concern", much like an older brother worrying about his little brother. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. It was nice and very irritating.
I learned that it's hard when you love your hyung like this...
"Henry, are you okay?" Sungmin said, looking equally concerned.
I snapped back to reality, my eyes adjusting to the increasing warmth climbing to my face. "Ah, yeah. I'm fine..."
"You sure?" Donghae replied, "You're really warm and you look rather flushed."
"Yes, hyung. I'm okay."
I knew that Donghae didn't believe what I said. Not even for a minute. What I said wasn't all that true and yes, I didn't believe what I said either. But my god, I couldn't say that I wasn't feeling alright at that moment because of him and his good friend. It would've been really awkward. Donghae just nodded and held my hand, pretending to believe me and my really fail "I'm okay".
I was resisting the urge to stand up and leave from the awkwardness that I put myself into. I really wanted to leave and dissapate somewhere and hide until this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach went away. Donghae's reassuring hand proved to be a good reason to stay, so I stayed.
The conversation revolved around Sungmin's ability to bake sweets, Donghae's dancing and something else I couldn't really understand. I didn't say much outside of the occasional head nod and a forced laugh every now and again... I think they noticed my disposition when Sungmin stood up to go.
"Okay, Henry, spill it. You're being terribly awkward and not in the usual cute way that you are." Donghae started.
"I'm fine, hyung. Don't mind me."
"You're lying to me."
I looked down, trying to stop the tears from rolling out of my eyes. I said nothing in attempts to keep things as together as possible. I hated the feeling of cold and trembling hands. It was much worse on account of Donghae was holding one of them...
"I'm...fine, hyung. Don't mind me." I whispered.
"No, you're not. And I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"It's nothing."
"It's obviously not nothing, Henry. You're a horrible liar."
"Well, what would you do if I told you? It's not going to matter anyway. It's hard to explain..." I almost lost it, why couldn't he just leave it?
He let go of my hand and looked me straight in the eye. I was shaking like a leaf and he knew that something was bothering me. Sometimes I think Donghae has extra-sensory perception or some sort of crazy mumbo-jumbo up in his awesome brain of his...
"Try me, Henry." He replied calmly "I wouldn't ask if it didn't matter."
At that moment, I couldn't take much more. My ability to hold in the shock-turned-jealousy-turned-sadness was too much for me to keep to myself. Even though I tried my best not to cry, I still did. In the coffee shop, in the middle of the afternoon...
In front of Donghae...
I officially made a fool of myself in front of the guy I liked. No sense in trying to stop it now. I let my mouth do all the talking.
"It's hard, hyung. It's killing me to sit here and watch you to talk with Sungmin-hyung. It's driving me insane to see you talk to the guy you like." I took a breath and continued "I feel like a third wheel. I'm resisting the urge to break down and make a total fool out of myself because it hurts me to see that...I'll never have you." I just confessed that I liked him in a matter most unpleasant... Take me now.
Donghae didn't say anything at first. He just sat there and listened to every word I said, the silence growing deeper between us (well, as silent as a coffee shop would be). I thought he was going to never speak to me again in which I was mentally preparing myself for a deep state of depression. That was until Donghae started laughing...
"Henry, you're such an idiot sometimes, jumping to conclusions like that..." Donghae said with a huge smile on his face.
You can only imagine how confused I was.
"I never said I liked Sungmin, you know. The reason why I brought him over here was to introduce you to him. He wanted to know who I found worthy enough to call "boyfriend" and that's why he came. Geez, Henry. I don't like Sungmin, he's my friend. I love you."
"...what?" I looked up and asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Donghae took both my hands and pulled my chair closer to his. He leaned in closer and spoke as clearly as he could. "I love you, Henry. Not Sungmin, not anyone else. I love you. And obviously, by what you've just said and by the irrational way you just acted, you love me too." He beamed that wonderful smile of his at me and kissed my cheek. I was so happy, I didn't even have words to say to him. I just let my body take over and kissed him with all the love I could muster.
I'm just glad he kissed back.
A/n: Well look at that, my first HenHae fic. I dedicate this fic to my wifey Dara who inspired me to write this in the first place. I thought it was going to be an angsty fic but it just unraveled and became a big ball of fluff. Oh hay, that's life. XD Hope you guys liked it. Comments are love!