Pursuit of a Santaroni (Chapter 5)
Title: Pursuit of a Santaroni 5/?
Author:
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humor, Crack, Slight!Angst, AU (for this chapter)
Rating: PG-15. (PG-13 for this Chapter)
Pairing(s): Haehyuk
Minor Pairing(s): Jongkey (More later)
Characters: Eunhyuk, Kyuhyun, Henry, Kibum, Donghae, more to come...
Warnings: Cursing
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fic/idea. I wish I owned more.
A/N: I'm excited about this chapter!
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-2:45 PM-
Hyukjae glares with all his might at his handsome classmate, attempting to control his blush as he keeps his forefinger threateningly pointing at the smug smile before him. Memories start to flood back to him, making his face flare a darker shade of red.
Lee Donghae, junior at Seoul University.
Analytic Chemistry Major with a minor in Biology, Donghae is a distinguished, handsome,intelligent man working on obtaining his doctorate.
He is at the top of the Science department, professors constantly raving about him as they recognize each of his experiments as a work of art.
First debut as a(n amateur) scientist- First year in high school: He had rearranged all the ions in a pumpkin pie in the quietness in his empty biology class, eliciting several gastric chemicals in which, when combined with the scents he stimulated off freshly picked lavender he ‘borrowed’ from the teacher’s desk , a small bag of black licorice he had in his back pocket, and pheromones he extracted off the sweat from his current-at-the-time girlfriend’s and his ‘recent activity’, he thus created fumes so strong it set off the endorphins to every teenager who walked in the classroom 20 seconds after, causing an overwhelming increase in incontrollable sexual desire and lust in each of their helpless little hearts. Teachers had to come in left and right to try to pull each teen off from trying to mindlessly molest one another, efforts soon proving futile as they too inhaled the arousing vapors and joined in on the sensual dance, devouring one another as Donghae held his gas mask in place and took notes. (Luckily, since it was just a small neighborhood in Mokpo, he was only suspended from that school, only forgiven because he was able to air out the classroom before anybody really got hurt. Then again he could have cared less.)
That night he had found his fated career path.
Passion fueled by his undying love for the environment and the sea, he matured, soon focusing solely on the chemistry surrounding the environment and all types of marine life. By the time he turned 21, he had won many awards for his study on the analysis of biochemical levels in the air in Mokpo, combining his work with his paper on pH acidity in the Yeongsan River and how they correlate.
An exceptional genius when it comes to math and science, he is well-known for his patience, his knack for consistency, his quick, nimble, and steady fingers, and his pronounced attention to small details, making him a particularly keen observer, a thorough experimentalist, and, according to the female population, an exceptional lover.
Chivalrous and kind, past lovers all over Seoul gossip about how a night with him is like opening their eyes to a new world, realizing for the first time that it is very much possible to be loved on a whole other level. Although some would claim he’s a player, he has not a single complaint on his devotion to the person he’s dating at the time, making sure to love them thoroughly and passionately.
Caring, strong, and all around perfect, everybody and anybody that has ever stepped foot in his presence absolutely adores him.
Everybody except Lee Hyukjae.
Hyukjae pulls his hand back and sneers, crossing his arms and looking the man up and down, trying his hardest to size the other up and come off as intimidating.
It had been 6 months since Donghae first confessed to him, stating he was the most perfect being in the world and would do anything to win the latter’s heart.
He had confessed very sweetly, Hyukjae had to admit that much, and based on the blush and shivers of god-knows-what that erupted all over his body he may have even swooned a little bit. Not that he was interested or anything.
Donghae had been his seatmate in their Chemistry 101H class, having not once spoken to him the entire semester until the second to last day, when he decided to gallantly come to class equipped with a rose and a handsome smile to declare his love. Hell, Hyukjae was even somewhat flattered, since it was Lee Donghae and all, and would’ve at least had the audacity to reject him nicely… if it weren’t for the fact that it was in the middle of class.
During an exam.
During FINALS week.
IN A FREAKIN’ WHISPER.
IN HIS MOTHER FUCKING EAR.
Very MUCH giving the impression that they were cheating on their final exam.
Hyukjae’s glare hardens as he remembers that fateful day, causing the guilty man in front of him to rub the back of his neck sheepishly and stand awkwardly in front of his desk, already understanding what his partner was thinking of.
Hyukjae was so pissed that day. Not only did he get an F in that class and practically lost his scholarship, but unknown to Donghae and the rest of the school, he missed a very important meeting at with Kyuhyun and his teacher.
Kyuhyun had been very upset that night, living up to his name EvilKyu when he got revenge on his father.
In less than two minutes, the boy had cleverly hidden five important essays underneath Kibum’s mattress, threw every writing utensil out the window, placed his Parenting 101 book on fire, flushed his homework down the toilet, fed his chemistry project to the dog next door, and took his flash drive with the power point presentation he had spent TWO weeks on and gave it to Henry, convincing him it was another shape he could paint with.
That was the very first time he had ever seen Kyuhyun act out like this, and he was furious.
Flashback
Anger flashed in Hyukjae’s eyes when he came home that day, already steaming about Donghae for screwing up his life with his stupid confession, but walking in and seeing Key tied up in the kitchen chair with his mouth gagged just topped it off.
The entire house was destroyed: books and papers flying about, a small fire still burning on the kitchen table, mattresses overturned, furniture thrown and broken, and a very terrified Henry huddled up beside Kibum finding shelter behind the television set.
It took everything he had, literally, EVRYTHING he had to not lose his temper.
He stormed over to Henry, demanding where the little demon was. The three year old weakly pointed towards the bathroom while gasping, the sobs shaking his scared little body violently.
“Kibum, put out the fire and release Key,” He commanded. Kibum quickly got up and scrambled to the kitchen.
Hyukjae turned to face his little boy trying his very hardest not to cry in front of his father.
He felt himself soften a bit, picking the poor toddler up. “Henry-ah, are you okay? Did Kyuhyun scare you?”
Henry nodded, harshly wiping his eyes with the back of his palm, sniffles and sobs making his chest jerk uncontrollably as he tried to hold it all in. Hyukjae rubbed his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.
“Awww, baby, it’s okay... Appa is going to go take care of Kyuhyun right now, okay? So there’s no need to cry anymore, alright baby?”
Henry nodded and covered his eyes with his arm, hiccupping as the tears continued roll down his face. He softly began to rock the child back and forth, continuing the soothing circles on his back until Henry began to breathe normally again, an occasional sniffle leaving his throat. The father smiled a bit and began to wipe the tears off Henry’s face, making the boy’s large watery, puffy eyes look up at him.
“All better, right?”
A small nod.
“Okay, good boy. Now this is what appa wants you to do, okay? I want you to be a big boy and make sure Uncle Key is okay. Then make sure you take care of him and Kibum and go wait outside. Can you do that for appa?”
The child heaved a shaky breath and nodded once more.
“Imma big boy appa,” he whispered, the tears making his voice watery.
“That’s right. Good boy.”
Hyukjae kissed his damp cheek several times before gently putting him down, patting his hair to encourage him to go and help Key get out of the house.
Once he heard the door click shut he turned to glare at the restroom where sounds of tearing and shredding, accompanied by the sound of flushing, came into play.
“Lee Kyuhyun, get out here right this second or I swear you’ll never see the light of day again!”
“Why!?” a young voice demanded from the bathroom, ripping sounds continuing their destruction.
Hyukjae clenched his fists in attempt to stay under control. He stormed to the restroom and grabbed the boy harshly, swinging him around to make the latter face him.
Kyuhyun just looked him dead in the eye, crossing his arms and lifting his chin in defiance.
Hyukjae exploded, yelling at his child for the very first time.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING KYUHYUN?!!?! There’s a FIRE in the KITCHEN! Key is TIED UP. And what are you shredding- Is that-LEE KYUHYUN IS THAT MY HOMEWORK?!?!”
Hyukjae furiously shook the boy, tightening his hold and angry tears burning in his eyes.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! I NEED THAT!!! DO YOU WANT ME TO FAIL?! DO YOU WANT ME TO LOSE YOU GUYS? HUH?! DO YOU WANT ME TO NEVER GET A GOOD JOB AND TAKE CARE OF YOU?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? DO YOU WANT TO LIVE ON THE STREETS KYUHYUN-AH?! DO YOU WANT SOMEBODY TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME?! DO YOU?!” A sob ripped through his throat as he dropped to his knees, frantically grabbing Kyuhyun by his shoulders as hot tears stung his eyes. “Is that what you want Kyuhyun-ah? Do you want to be taken away from appa?” His face was flushed red from the anger that overcame him and tightly clung to the boy’s thin shoulders. Just the thought of losing his kids made him feel weak and scared. He lowered his voice and looked at the boy’s angry brown eyes with his own, pleading, desperate to try to understand why his middle child caused so much destruction. “Kyuhyun-ah,” his voice broke. “Why would you do this to appa? You know I worked hard on all this.. I just- I don’t- Kyuhyun-ah I don’t understand..” He loosened his grip on the younger, tears streaming down his cheeks as he turned his back and covered his face, unwilling to cry in front of the child.
Kyuhyun, who had been glaring and unresponsive this whole time, heard a sob shake his father’s shoulders and felt his resolve break. He ran over to his father and started weakly hitting the man’s shoulders, hot tears flowing down his cheeks as well.“No appa, you’re not allowed to cry! It’s not fair! You forgot about all about Open House because of your stupid school and stupid homework! It’s not fair!” he screamed. Kyuhyun abruptly stopped hitting as he felt the emotion become too much, collapsing to the floor behind his father, hugging his knees to himself as he cried his heart out. “I- It’s not fair..” he cried brokenly, voice filled with so much sadness as he dropped his head on his knees.
Hyukjae froze at the unfamiliar sound. That couldn’t have been his Kyuhyun.
His Kyu would never cry.
He was soon proven otherwise as another sob broke out behind him. Panic filled his heart as shame and guilt consumed him, turning around quickly to rush and hug his son.
He was wrong, so, so very wrong. Kyuhyun was heartbroken and miserable and he disappointed him.
He had let his son down.
I’m so sorry Kyuhyun.. Hyukjae silently cried, focusing his energy to try to now comfort the crying boy.
End Flashback
Hyukjae feels his anger flare all over again.
Open house was a day first graders had for their parents to come over to their classrooms and see all of the work and projects they’ve done throughout the year. It’s a ridiculously proud day for the first graders, given a whole night to show off all the things they did in school and brag to their families about how great they were in class.
Kyuhyun had been excited about it, and had constantly reminded him not to forget because he said he had a surprise for him, making sure to mark the calendar on their fridge in red so it was a day he wouldn’t forget.
Yet thanks to Donghae and his stupidity he had to stay after school for 4 hours begging the professor to not let him get kicked out of school for cheating, pleading that they really weren’t even though it certainly, very much looked like they did, for their answers were very similar (though it was only because they were the actual answers to the questions; Hyukjae had never cursed his studious mind so much..) Luckily the professor, who was merciful, just failed them both and didn’t bring it to the Headmaster. Regardless, it was too late.
After the blowout in the restroom, Kyuhyun had started giving him the silent treatment and punished him, throwing the calendar in his face as he stormed off, making Hyukjae finally realize the occasion.
Open House was two days before Father’s Day. Kyuhyun had a gift for him.
Hyukjae was depressed after realizing this, and had gone up to the first grade teacher Mr. Park Leeteuk the next Monday to hear about what had happened that day. Leeteuk had handed him a writing journal Kyuhyun had written in, blue crayon explaining his plan.
Kyuhyun had prepared a very elaborate tour for this special event:
First, he was to introduce his teacher Mr. Park Leeteuk, who was his favorite teacher in the whole wide world. (He’s the best since he promotes learning through video games.)
Next, he would show what books he could read by himself without any help from the teacher. (He was very proud of that. Sungmin compliments him all the time about that.)
After that, they were to walk into the science lab where he could show the solar system he made with string, paint, and Styrofoam. (He added lots of glitter to the stars and made them look really shiny. All the other kids were jealous because his looked best.)
And last but not least, he was to show his masterpiece back at his desk. It was a giant white poster board (around 36inx48in) with a drawn picture of a garden with himself, his brothers, Zhou Mi, Amber, the Kim’s (Jonghyun/Key), Mr. Park, Sungmin, and of course, his number one favorite person in the whole wide world [besides Sungmin], his appa, who was purposefully drawn the largest and surrounded by the prettiest flowers, underneath a giant, red inked Happy Father’s Day Appa! decorated at the top.
He had spent a whole week drawing this picture, picking each crayon and marker carefully, making sure to test each color before using it to delicately make each person to the best of his ability. He had also convinced Zhou Mi and Amber (unknown to Mr. Leeteuk) to sneak into the cafeteria with him to steal three bags of popsicles and eat them behind the gym, just so he could use the sticks to frame his giant picture. He even snuck in three extra handfuls of raw macaroni from the art center and doused them all in red paint, making sure to shower them in silver glitter because he knows red and silver are his father’s favorite colors, just to decorate his wooden frame.
Kyuhyun has no artistic talent whatsoever, yet this very piece was his pride and joy, knowing his appa would love it very much and most likely thank him with the new Skyrim game coming out. But his appa’s special hug and kiss would do as well. And maybe some ice cream.
Sungmin had cried when the boy showed the finished piece to him.
The first grader had definitely put his all into it.
But as he waited patiently at his desk for his father to show, hands folded obediently (for once) and excited brown eyes so much like his father’s constantly watching the classroom door, all of his efforts would go soon to waste.
As the last child and their father cleared the room, Kyuhyun had his hands in little fists, salty tears burning his eyes and bricks of disappointment lying heavily on his heart.
And it was all Donghae’s fault.
All of the crying, the mess, the chaos, the guilt, the shame-- all of that unnecessary-could-have-been-avoided bullshit was all of this stupid. fish’s. fault.
*scoff* And the man had the balls to say he’s in love with me. Fuck that shit.
Hyukjae feels like punching the guy in the face for being stupid and making him make his Kyuhyun cry.
“Lee Donghae, I don’t give a rat’s ass on why you’re here or how much you say you still care or still love me, but I am NOT going to work with you,” Hyukjae states, attempting to hold in his fury and stay mature about it despite his arms stubbornly crossing and daggers amplifying his glare. He can only hold back so much.
Donghae smirks.
He actually smirked.
“YAH! I’M SERIOUS! I REFUSE to work with you!” Hyukjae yells, patience running thin as he felt heat claw onto his face again.
What the hell is with all this blushi- NO. THIS IS NOT BLUSHING. I’M JUST MAD. THAT SMIRK DOES NOT AFFECT ME. DOES NOT. I’LL CLAW OUT THAT MO-FO’S EYES SO QUICK HE WON’T EVEN-
Hyukjae gasps, heart jumping into his throat and thoughts running blank as he abruptly steps back. Donghae had moved closer during his mental rant, dark brown eyes staring intensely at him as he smugly inched in. Hyukjae feels his palms sweat, heat engulfing his entire body as he blushes and staggers further back, watching with mock horror as Donghae places his hands on his desk and leans towards him.
Hyukjae bites his lip, panicking.
Why am I reacting to him like this?
He feels his glare weaken and forces himself to look away, choosing to still firmly cross his arms defiantly as he stands his ground.
You will not try to affect me again Lee Donghae. You are bad luck and a no good four eyed geek-
He mentally dies as a deep chuckle reverberates around him. Warm, strong fingers lightly caress his jaw, making him weakly follow the gentle pull as Donghae turns his chin to face him again. He gulps as he sees liquid, warm brown eyes looking deeply into his own, staring at them as if analyzing his every being. He can’t breathe. Just like when he confessed.. The blush permanently stains his face as his jaw tightens; irritated at the fact he was reacting the same way he did 6 months ago and, even worse, was being looked at as if he were an experiment, Donghae obviously observing steadily as he examines his face up close. He stood his ground though, not pulling away because half of him didn’t want to seem like a blushing coward and half because, well, he was kinda… curious~
…
Wait.. what!?
Hyukjae abruptly pulls away and coughs, thoroughly embarrassed and flustered. What the hell was he just thinking?
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Donghae bites back his grin as he stands upright, wiping his hands on his jeans as if it can erase the heat coming off his fingertips. Eunhyuk’s face had been so soft, so warm, and he was only able to get away with touching the strong, beautiful jawline the other seemed to possess.
Eunhyuk’s eyes had been so lovely.
They were single-lidded, a creamy pale white that were lined with dark, straight lashes that framed beautiful mocha brown irises. His iris was outlined by a darker shade of brown, a dark hue of Arabic coffee, yet inside were flecks of gold, chocolate and caramel. His blonde hair highlighted him, making his milky white skin appear softer and his eyes appear larger. They naturally fell into those breathtaking, innocent eyes, making the color vibrant against its contrast.
Lovely, absolutely lovely.
But that wasn’t all he had seen. He could see the frustration in those beautiful eyes. It was bright, swirling with a fire he so badly wanted to spark in all the wrong ways, and an anger that made his eyes narrow, making his eye lashes seem darker, fuller, and irises deepen in color, fusing to make the other look in the most innocent ways seductive.
He could drown himself in those eyes.
And the way Eunhyuk’s responded to him itself was breathtaking~ Eunhyuk had burned a deep red; damp, soft lips shivering as he bit his bottom one, something flashing across his eyes before he pulled away.
Panic? Anticipation?
Donghae watches in amused curiosity as Eunhyuk composed himself, biting his lip to hold back all of his squeals.
That was the best thirty seconds of his life.
If Eunhyuk continues to keep spacing out like that, he doesn’t know how he could not take advantage.
The blonde would probably take several minutes before he realized anything too.
Oh my beautiful airhead, how I adore thee~
Hyukjae finally calmed his heart and glares, turning to his partner and giving him the eye (the one Key had taught him to get rid of unwanted suitors).
“What the hell was that?! Whoever said you had the right to touch me, huh?”
Donghae smiles, coming around the desk to stand closer to him yet stayed within arm’s length as he leans his back against the desk.
“I didn’t feel any protest. It’s not like I held you against your will.”
Eunhyuk scowls, crossing his arms once more as he unconsciously pouts again. “Whatever. Just don’t touch me anymore. Why the hell are you still here? I told you I’m not working with you, or is that big fish face of yours unable to comprehend that.”
Donghae frowns, “Yah, what’s with the language? Are we informal now?” Then he grins, a thought passing through his genius mind.
“Ahhh I see~ This means you’ve accepted my confession! Well that’s great! We’ll be wonderful lovers Hyukkie!” He runs over and pulls Eunhyuk into a hug, making sure to hold tightly and stuff the blonde’s face into his chest so he can’t escape. “We’ll be passionate lovers, I assure you! We’ll make love so hotly-“
“Y-YAH! WHAT THE HELL! LET ME GO! YAH! DONGHAE!”
“Whaaaat~ you said you wanted to be my lover so it’s only natural-“
“YAH! I DID NOT SAY I WANTED TO BE YOUR LOVER.”
Donghae grins, already being able to picture the blush that must be on his partner’s face.
He laughs good-naturedly, glancing across the classroom and noticing the students AND their teacher was just watching them fight. Not that he cared, but his dear overreacting Eunhyuk might.
Oh thank heavens at this possibility to feel alive by letting me tease the hell out of this man. Appa, if this is your doing up there~ THANK YOU.I KNEW YOU’D LIKE HIM TOO.
He grins haughtily as he leans down, making sure to get close to the blonde’s ear before breathing heavily, taking in the soft scent of baby powder and strawberry scented shampoo wafting off his partner’s soft, wavy hair. Dear God. Donghae mentally groans. He smells so good.. There’s no way you can escape me now my love...
Lips lightly brush the soft, pink flesh of Eunhyuk’s ear in a feathery kiss, unnoticeable unless you knew of Donghae’s intentions.
He could feel his Eunhyuk still in his arms.
“Yah Eunhyuk~” he whispers softly, lips teasingly yet so so lightly brushing against tender flesh with each movement, “if you scream any louder you might us get kicked out of class.”
He grins as he hears a small whimper get muffled in his chest.
Mission make-Lee-Eunhyuk-melt-in-your-arms: SUCCESS.
Donghae leans in close, turning Eunhyuk’s head gently to finally kiss those lips that had taunted him since the day he set eyes on them 3 years before. He closes his eyes, feeling the moist, warm breath of the latter as he leans in to finally close the distance.
Lee Eunhyuk, be ready to fall in lov-- *SMACK*
Donghae abruptly lets go of Eunhyuk, wincing as his prey escapes to safety on the other side of the desk while he rubs the sore spot on his head.
AGGHHH SERIOUSLY? Dammit! I was so close! His lips were right there and I was so fucking close…
He glares murderously at the object that hit his head.
A bottle of.. turtle lubricant? He groans at the realization.
AIIIISHHH. God damn it--- FUCK YOU AND YOUR TURTLE HYUNG.
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A/N: Donghae that tease lol And Kyu! Oh how he destroyed when he was upset! I wonder who cockblocked Donghae's moment~
I'm proud of myself. This was a long as heck chapter, but for once I think I did alright ^-^
Though I'm not the critic aha soooo~
A kitten for a mitten? *hopeful*