[drabble] telepathy, 1/1
telepathy
henry/donghae | romance | pg
who cared about different cultural formalities when they understood each other? and hell, who even needed to speak when body language existed?
The thing was, they couldn’t verbally communicate to save their lives. Henry was fluent in every language except Korean-the only one that Donghae could speak well in. And Donghae was only fluent in Korean-the one that Henry knew he would never fully grasp.
It was by a stroke of luck that all of Super Junior was allowed a month long-break the same time Henry’s Super Junior-M work had finished.
“Leaving already?” Donghae said (in Korean, of course, because that jerk would never compromise and speak in Chinese, let alone English), looking a tad upset.
“Going home,” he explained in broken Korean, using wide hand gestures as if they would actually help in getting his message across. “And then school. America.”
Donghae frowned. “How long will you be gone this time?”
He shrugged. “Ask the manager.”
“Don’t you even care?”
“Hyung, you-” He paused, and switched to Chinese. “You call me every other day anyway. And usually when I’m still sleeping, mind you. And then you leave all these long messages in Korean that I can barely pick up on.”
The older boy blinked, clearly trying to understand what he was saying. “我，” he said slowly, “不要你走。”
I don’t want you to leave.
And really, Henry couldn’t keep the smile off his face after that.
“You guys have a vacation right now, don’t you? Why don’t you come to Canada with me for a while? I’m staying for a week or so before going back to school anyway.”
Looking surprised, Donghae’s eyebrows shot up. “Canada? English I don’t know!”
Henry laughed at his accent. “I’ll teach you! And you don’t want me to leave, so you should come with me.”
Donghae beamed. “I’ll ask the manager.”
“Do you have enough money for a plane ticket?” He was speaking in Chinese again, and Donghae in Korean-but that was okay; the general message got across.
“If I don’t, I’ll just ask Hyukjae to lend me some money.”
He couldn’t keep the silly smile off of his face, and he wished that they were alone right then so he could just kiss Donghae senseless.
-
Henry had experienced his culture shock long ago, so he had completely forgotten that Donghae would go through the exact same thing when they arrived in Toronto.
Because it was December, it was cold. Much colder than Korea. It was currently negative twenty-five degrees Celsius-which was okay, Henry supposed, but Donghae looked like a waddling icicle-and even that might be an understatement. Henry’s parents picked them up from the airport, and he had a terribly difficult time trying to introduce them to Donghae, and the other way around.
He’s my boyfriend, was what he wanted to say. My boyfriend of seven months. Of course, he couldn’t say something like that-it could pass as fan service back in Korea, or even just brotherly love, but here, it was just weird.
That, and it’d be a bit of a problem since he hadn’t come out to his family yet.
But that was the least of Donghae’s troubles-his first priority seemed to be keeping his fingers from falling off.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed once they reached Henry’s house. “So big!” He turned to his parents. “很大！”
His mother laughed, delighted. “It’s not that big,” she said modestly, before leading them inside. Henry sighed, content, when he inhaled the familiar scent of his home, recognizing his mother’s cooking immediately. It was good to be home.
Donghae pulled Henry close and whispered furiously in his ear. “Why didn’t you tell me you were rich?”
Henry laughed. “I’m not rich.”
“Your house is huge!”
“Canada just isn’t overpopulated like Korea, so don’t worry about it. This is pretty middle class.”
The older boy shook his head. “So rich. I’m going to live in a house like this one day.”
“Why would you do that,” Henry grumbled. “You could just live here with me.”
Donghae made sure no one was around before he quickly pecked him on the cheek. “I’m going to have a rich husband.”
And thank God, Henry thought, no one around here understood Korean.
And for some reason, there was something terribly romantic about having Donghae in his house and living with him. He had shared hotel rooms with him before, had spent days with him at a time due to their schedules, but-here, in the place that he held so close to his heart, it seemed so much more precious.
They were sitting in front of the fireplace after midnight, after his parents had gone to bed. Donghae was rambling in Korean again, and he was only picking up snippets of it. “So big…lots of space…Super Junior disbands…children-”
“Wait, wait. Stop.” For emphasis, he used English. “Children?”
Donghae blinked. “I want children.” Also in English.
Blinking, Henry shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
“Not crazy,” he corrected him, patting his own chest. “Dad. Good dad.”
“Let’s not talk about that, it’s scary.” This, Henry felt, was something akin to a girlfriend talking about marriage and the future, and effectively scaring her boyfriend away.
(Except he would never run away from Donghae, would never leave him, no matter how scared he was-no, never, even if they adopted five or ten kids. Even if he was crazy. Even if he sucked at Chinese and English and Henry sucked at Korean.)
“Hyung,” he said, turning towards Donghae. He wasn’t sure if the warmth he was feeling was from the fireplace, or from his own heart.
“What?”
“I know we always have communication problems, but I really hope my feelings get across.” He shuffled closer so they were sitting right next to each other, thigh to thigh, arm to arm. He turned and kissed Donghae. “I love you.” Another kiss. “我爱你。” Repeat in Cantonese. Kiss. “Je t’aime.” He could feel Donghae beaming against his lips now, beaming like the happiest guy on earth. (And he better be; Henry had been planning to melt his heart this way for ages. He turned into a total sap for this guy.) “사랑해.”
“Idiot,” he muttered in Korean. Then he repeated it in Chinese and English for good measure, except in English, it somehow came out as “weirdo” instead.
(But really, it kind of applied either way anyway.)
did that give you cavities? ^^
henry/donghae | romance | pg
who cared about different cultural formalities when they understood each other? and hell, who even needed to speak when body language existed?
The thing was, they couldn’t verbally communicate to save their lives. Henry was fluent in every language except Korean-the only one that Donghae could speak well in. And Donghae was only fluent in Korean-the one that Henry knew he would never fully grasp.
It was by a stroke of luck that all of Super Junior was allowed a month long-break the same time Henry’s Super Junior-M work had finished.
“Leaving already?” Donghae said (in Korean, of course, because that jerk would never compromise and speak in Chinese, let alone English), looking a tad upset.
“Going home,” he explained in broken Korean, using wide hand gestures as if they would actually help in getting his message across. “And then school. America.”
Donghae frowned. “How long will you be gone this time?”
He shrugged. “Ask the manager.”
“Don’t you even care?”
“Hyung, you-” He paused, and switched to Chinese. “You call me every other day anyway. And usually when I’m still sleeping, mind you. And then you leave all these long messages in Korean that I can barely pick up on.”
The older boy blinked, clearly trying to understand what he was saying. “我，” he said slowly, “不要你走。”
I don’t want you to leave.
And really, Henry couldn’t keep the smile off his face after that.
“You guys have a vacation right now, don’t you? Why don’t you come to Canada with me for a while? I’m staying for a week or so before going back to school anyway.”
Looking surprised, Donghae’s eyebrows shot up. “Canada? English I don’t know!”
Henry laughed at his accent. “I’ll teach you! And you don’t want me to leave, so you should come with me.”
Donghae beamed. “I’ll ask the manager.”
“Do you have enough money for a plane ticket?” He was speaking in Chinese again, and Donghae in Korean-but that was okay; the general message got across.
“If I don’t, I’ll just ask Hyukjae to lend me some money.”
He couldn’t keep the silly smile off of his face, and he wished that they were alone right then so he could just kiss Donghae senseless.
-
Henry had experienced his culture shock long ago, so he had completely forgotten that Donghae would go through the exact same thing when they arrived in Toronto.
Because it was December, it was cold. Much colder than Korea. It was currently negative twenty-five degrees Celsius-which was okay, Henry supposed, but Donghae looked like a waddling icicle-and even that might be an understatement. Henry’s parents picked them up from the airport, and he had a terribly difficult time trying to introduce them to Donghae, and the other way around.
He’s my boyfriend, was what he wanted to say. My boyfriend of seven months. Of course, he couldn’t say something like that-it could pass as fan service back in Korea, or even just brotherly love, but here, it was just weird.
That, and it’d be a bit of a problem since he hadn’t come out to his family yet.
But that was the least of Donghae’s troubles-his first priority seemed to be keeping his fingers from falling off.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed once they reached Henry’s house. “So big!” He turned to his parents. “很大！”
His mother laughed, delighted. “It’s not that big,” she said modestly, before leading them inside. Henry sighed, content, when he inhaled the familiar scent of his home, recognizing his mother’s cooking immediately. It was good to be home.
Donghae pulled Henry close and whispered furiously in his ear. “Why didn’t you tell me you were rich?”
Henry laughed. “I’m not rich.”
“Your house is huge!”
“Canada just isn’t overpopulated like Korea, so don’t worry about it. This is pretty middle class.”
The older boy shook his head. “So rich. I’m going to live in a house like this one day.”
“Why would you do that,” Henry grumbled. “You could just live here with me.”
Donghae made sure no one was around before he quickly pecked him on the cheek. “I’m going to have a rich husband.”
And thank God, Henry thought, no one around here understood Korean.
And for some reason, there was something terribly romantic about having Donghae in his house and living with him. He had shared hotel rooms with him before, had spent days with him at a time due to their schedules, but-here, in the place that he held so close to his heart, it seemed so much more precious.
They were sitting in front of the fireplace after midnight, after his parents had gone to bed. Donghae was rambling in Korean again, and he was only picking up snippets of it. “So big…lots of space…Super Junior disbands…children-”
“Wait, wait. Stop.” For emphasis, he used English. “Children?”
Donghae blinked. “I want children.” Also in English.
Blinking, Henry shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
“Not crazy,” he corrected him, patting his own chest. “Dad. Good dad.”
“Let’s not talk about that, it’s scary.” This, Henry felt, was something akin to a girlfriend talking about marriage and the future, and effectively scaring her boyfriend away.
(Except he would never run away from Donghae, would never leave him, no matter how scared he was-no, never, even if they adopted five or ten kids. Even if he was crazy. Even if he sucked at Chinese and English and Henry sucked at Korean.)
“Hyung,” he said, turning towards Donghae. He wasn’t sure if the warmth he was feeling was from the fireplace, or from his own heart.
“What?”
“I know we always have communication problems, but I really hope my feelings get across.” He shuffled closer so they were sitting right next to each other, thigh to thigh, arm to arm. He turned and kissed Donghae. “I love you.” Another kiss. “我爱你。” Repeat in Cantonese. Kiss. “Je t’aime.” He could feel Donghae beaming against his lips now, beaming like the happiest guy on earth. (And he better be; Henry had been planning to melt his heart this way for ages. He turned into a total sap for this guy.) “사랑해.”
“Idiot,” he muttered in Korean. Then he repeated it in Chinese and English for good measure, except in English, it somehow came out as “weirdo” instead.
(But really, it kind of applied either way anyway.)
did that give you cavities? ^^