Going on Our Way
100 Super Junior Fics Challenge
Participate as: ime_ime_ime
Finished Fics: [02/100]
Challenge fic no. 060. Humid, Heechul/Eunhyuk
Going on Our Way, Hyukjae/Heechul, PG-13, Drabble
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 803
Warning: Cheating!Hyukchul, sensual acts
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their respective agency. This is a fictional piece of work, no harm intended.
Summary: It’s humid summer and today as humid as any other days in their relationship.
.o0o.
Heechul was Donghae’s best friend. And ever since Donghae had introduced me to him, I was thinking that he didn’t like me.
I know he was usually like that. Hash words and snarky. A bitch they called him. So Donghae said I shouldn’t take Heechul’s attitude to heart.
Well, I don’t. Even though there’s something about his attitude toward me that was different. I almost certain that he was hate me.
“I hait you,” Heechul hiccup, he was trying to balancing him self in the kitchen counter, a beer can on one hand, some more on the coffee table.
Oh, so, he indeed is hates me.
“Hyung, are you okay?” actually, I want to ask what he was doing in Donghae’s flat when the other is not around. But he seems not really okay, besides being drunk, he acted strangely.
“’m kay.” he stumble on his own feet when he suddenly make a wobble step. Being a good dancer with even more good reflect I catches him in time. He grip tightly on Donghae’s plaid shirt that I wore.
I tried to put him on his two feet. He clung even more to me, and when I’m about to let him go, he draw closer and pout, “’m watin’ for yah…,”
I looked up to his flustered face and frown, “Stop acting drunk, I know you didn’t,”
Heechul straighten him self. A small smirk appeared in his pretty face. Need more than a gallon of beer to waste him, or good amount of stronger liquor. “You’re no fun.”
“Hyung, what are you doing here?” I asked, eyes trailing him back to refrigerator to fetch more beer.
“I said I was waiting for you, are you deaf?” He flipped his head. He was accustomed by his old behavior when he hadn’t cut his hair 2 inches short.
He threw one to me and flicked open the tin can before gulp half of the thing down his throat.
He knew I’m not drinking, yet he still give me the beer. I approached him and put down the beer on the kitchen counter. He eyed me warily, half angry. And take an unsure step back but stop even before his back touched the cold freezer door.
I take a step closer and so he did, shooting a challenging look.
That was there. That tension. We both can feel it was rising in our belly.
“No… you…,” his face was inches away from mine and his breaths ghosting on my skin, “can’t…” he can’t even his breathing.
I watch as his eyes shifted from my eyes to my nose then to my lips and stop halt on my neck where love-marks Donghae’s left last night glittering bright red on my sweaty pale skin.
He steps back. He walk pass me and take the beer I put on the counter. “You should go,” He said.
I didn’t know why I should. He was the one who should.
I bet he was staying all day in the flat. Discovering things more than he should know. But I said it to him anyway, “I’m moving in,”
He turn around and watch me in disbelieve, “No, Hyukjae. I mean you should go, disappear, walk away, depart, get lost from my and Donghae’s life!”
The humid air of summer penetrates the thin wall and broken windows. Temperature was raising as the sun getting higher in the sky.
The beer on his hand was forgotten as he was breathing harshly in anger. This is it. He was bringing in the topic. The topic we avoided, or rather we refused to acknowledge for the past years. Never even once, we talk about this.
“But you want me,” I said, sound more composed than my rapid heartbeats.
“That is exactly why, Hyukjae. You’re Donghae’s,” He said desperately. He never showed anyone this vulnerable side of him. He always depend on him self. But when his self failed him, he had nowhere to lean on.
We know this is impossible, yet we pushed it on. We trying to ignore, avoided and forget about what ever happens between us at first, but that tension when your body temperature raising and you tummy start to get funny, you know something wrong is happen.
He wants me. I want him too. But I also want Donghae. And Donghae needs me. And Heechul knew Donghae needs me. What he didn’t know is that I need him.
“I need you,” I said as the front door was opened softly and a cheery voice of the owner of the flat left the conversation hanging on the moist air.
The only thing Heechul do is throwing a glare and gulp down the beer as Donghae cling on my neck, telling me his day with five-years old enthusiasm.
The next day, I found Heechul condominium was empty.
“Summer days, they have never been the same
Once you left and were out of my sight
Leaving no trace behind
Summer day, why oh why on a summer day?
You were gone without saying goodbye
Taking it all away
No more summer days!”
Summer Days - Do As Infinity
Ime's Note: I think im in love with Hyukchul :">
Dedicated to murderis and kira_shinigami , just because :)
Participate as: ime_ime_ime
Finished Fics: [02/100]
Challenge fic no. 060. Humid, Heechul/Eunhyuk
Going on Our Way, Hyukjae/Heechul, PG-13, Drabble
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 803
Warning: Cheating!Hyukchul, sensual acts
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their respective agency. This is a fictional piece of work, no harm intended.
Summary: It’s humid summer and today as humid as any other days in their relationship.
.o0o.
Heechul was Donghae’s best friend. And ever since Donghae had introduced me to him, I was thinking that he didn’t like me.
I know he was usually like that. Hash words and snarky. A bitch they called him. So Donghae said I shouldn’t take Heechul’s attitude to heart.
Well, I don’t. Even though there’s something about his attitude toward me that was different. I almost certain that he was hate me.
“I hait you,” Heechul hiccup, he was trying to balancing him self in the kitchen counter, a beer can on one hand, some more on the coffee table.
Oh, so, he indeed is hates me.
“Hyung, are you okay?” actually, I want to ask what he was doing in Donghae’s flat when the other is not around. But he seems not really okay, besides being drunk, he acted strangely.
“’m kay.” he stumble on his own feet when he suddenly make a wobble step. Being a good dancer with even more good reflect I catches him in time. He grip tightly on Donghae’s plaid shirt that I wore.
I tried to put him on his two feet. He clung even more to me, and when I’m about to let him go, he draw closer and pout, “’m watin’ for yah…,”
I looked up to his flustered face and frown, “Stop acting drunk, I know you didn’t,”
Heechul straighten him self. A small smirk appeared in his pretty face. Need more than a gallon of beer to waste him, or good amount of stronger liquor. “You’re no fun.”
“Hyung, what are you doing here?” I asked, eyes trailing him back to refrigerator to fetch more beer.
“I said I was waiting for you, are you deaf?” He flipped his head. He was accustomed by his old behavior when he hadn’t cut his hair 2 inches short.
He threw one to me and flicked open the tin can before gulp half of the thing down his throat.
He knew I’m not drinking, yet he still give me the beer. I approached him and put down the beer on the kitchen counter. He eyed me warily, half angry. And take an unsure step back but stop even before his back touched the cold freezer door.
I take a step closer and so he did, shooting a challenging look.
That was there. That tension. We both can feel it was rising in our belly.
“No… you…,” his face was inches away from mine and his breaths ghosting on my skin, “can’t…” he can’t even his breathing.
I watch as his eyes shifted from my eyes to my nose then to my lips and stop halt on my neck where love-marks Donghae’s left last night glittering bright red on my sweaty pale skin.
He steps back. He walk pass me and take the beer I put on the counter. “You should go,” He said.
I didn’t know why I should. He was the one who should.
I bet he was staying all day in the flat. Discovering things more than he should know. But I said it to him anyway, “I’m moving in,”
He turn around and watch me in disbelieve, “No, Hyukjae. I mean you should go, disappear, walk away, depart, get lost from my and Donghae’s life!”
The humid air of summer penetrates the thin wall and broken windows. Temperature was raising as the sun getting higher in the sky.
The beer on his hand was forgotten as he was breathing harshly in anger. This is it. He was bringing in the topic. The topic we avoided, or rather we refused to acknowledge for the past years. Never even once, we talk about this.
“But you want me,” I said, sound more composed than my rapid heartbeats.
“That is exactly why, Hyukjae. You’re Donghae’s,” He said desperately. He never showed anyone this vulnerable side of him. He always depend on him self. But when his self failed him, he had nowhere to lean on.
We know this is impossible, yet we pushed it on. We trying to ignore, avoided and forget about what ever happens between us at first, but that tension when your body temperature raising and you tummy start to get funny, you know something wrong is happen.
He wants me. I want him too. But I also want Donghae. And Donghae needs me. And Heechul knew Donghae needs me. What he didn’t know is that I need him.
“I need you,” I said as the front door was opened softly and a cheery voice of the owner of the flat left the conversation hanging on the moist air.
The only thing Heechul do is throwing a glare and gulp down the beer as Donghae cling on my neck, telling me his day with five-years old enthusiasm.
The next day, I found Heechul condominium was empty.
“Summer days, they have never been the same
Once you left and were out of my sight
Leaving no trace behind
Summer day, why oh why on a summer day?
You were gone without saying goodbye
Taking it all away
No more summer days!”
Summer Days - Do As Infinity
Ime's Note: I think im in love with Hyukchul :">
Dedicated to murderis and kira_shinigami , just because :)