Indulgence [Chapter 1]
a/n: short chapter. :(
enjoy anyways?
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“Kyuhyunna! Vocal training in an hour!”
Kyuhyun groans when he feels fingers and toes digging into his sides. He rolls over onto his stomach and buries his head into his pillow.
“Ahken gehreddie inhurfymiffins,” he slurs, his voice muffled by the pillow. He feels his body being turned over onto his back again, and soon he’s looking at his manager with squinted eyes and scrunched face.
“You want me to get you hearty muffins? What?” his manager says quite loudly, straddling his hips. Kyuhyun wriggles from underneath the weight of the older man, and quickly slumps back down in defeat.
“I said, I can get ready in thirty minutes,” he clarifies with an irritated wave of his arms and grumbling. “Now, Eeteukie-hyung, can you please get off of me because thirty minutes means half an hour which means I can still get some sleep.” He tries to push his hyung off of him again, and fails. “This position isn’t suggestive at all and I’d love to see the looks on the reporters’ faces when they walk in on this.” Eeteuk laughs from above him, a dimple showing on his lower left cheek.
“You talk too much. You seem very much awake to me~,” Eeteuk says cheekily. Kyuhyun glares at him. “Buuut since you look like you’re about to eat my head off, I’ll just be on my way.” He gives Kyuhyun a playful, mocking kiss on his forehead.
“Hey! Wha-?!” Kyuhyun doesn’t get any time to register what had just happened as Eeteuk flounces out of the room happily. He lies back against his pillow, tucking his arms behind his head, and closes his eyes. He lets out a deep breath and doesn’t fall back asleep.
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Donghae exhales deeply as he raises his arm up to knock on the door. His insides are at war, clashing with each other as he waits nervously in front of the porch he knows so well. He shifts his weight from one leg to the other and wrings his hands, bouncing lightly from both the chill and the anticipation. His heart takes a leap when he hears the lock click from inside. A middle-aged lady emerges from behind the door, bony fingers gripping the edge of the hard wood.
“D-donghaeya,” she says with surprise. Her hands slip from the door and they also start to wring against her lap. With a slight jolt, as if hit with realization, she steps aside quickly and lets him in. Immediately, she makes her way over to the kitchen and offers him tea. Donghae just stands by the door and leans against it.
“Umma,” he mutters quietly, but loud enough for her to catch it. “Why don’t you ever visit appa?”
A cup smashes on the floor, the sound of porcelain hitting wood deafening in the silence.
“You mean… at work?” comes her reply after several long seconds. Donghae looks up at his mother in disbelief, and she’s smiling awkwardly, terrifyingly.
“Umma…” Donghae says, his voice trembling. He approaches her with tears running down his cheeks, and she’s still smiling. He loudly sobs into her shoulder, and she’s still smiling, smiling.
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Hyukjae jumps up when he hears the door opening, dropping the magazine he was (totally not) flipping through to the floor.
“How was it?” he immediately asks, helping Donghae out of his heavy winter coat. Donghae sighs and throws his scarf angrily at the coat rack.
“Still in denial,” Donghae answers irately, and plops down on the couch.
“That bad, huh?” Hyukjae states more than asks, sitting down next to him. “Your mother took it pretty hard.”
Donghae scoffs from beside him. “And I just took it so well,” he bites back sarcastically. Hyukjae turns towards him and sits on his knees.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Hyukjae defends. “I just… You’re just more accepting of… of your father’s passing.” He promptly shuts his mouth and stares at his lap. An awkward silence hangs between the two, until a knock on the door echoes through the apartment. Donghae is the first to get up.
“Who is it?” Donghae calls out, his feet dragging on the wooden floor.
“A friend,” the voice says from the other side. Donghae recognizes the deep voice, the fluidity that is also undeniably marked with a hint of sarcasm. Donghae throws open the door and all but throws himself onto the tall figure on the other side.
“Kyuhyunnie~!!!” he squeaks out, latching his arms around the other man’s neck.
“Hey, Hyung,” Kyuhyun greets, and waves at Hyukjae on the couch. “Long time no see.”
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Chapter 2
sorrryyyyy for the super super short chapter T______T
i always tend to write short chapters in the beginning, but later on they will get longer! really!
8D
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