When You Wish Upon a Star (Part One)
Title: When You Wish Upon A Star
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Rating: R
Genre: Crack, Genderswitch (READ SUMMARY BEFORE YOU JUDGE THIS TAG. Thank you <3), Fantasy, Humor, Romance, AU
Warning: Magic, Sexual References/Implications, Crude Humor, Cussing, Non-descriptive smut
Summary: A forgotten wish threatens the forever bond between Donghae and Hyukjae, whereas when the night before Hyukjae is FINALLY ready to make love, Donghae wakes up as a girl. Finding his moment ruined he throws a fit, only to find that the only way to turn back is to have Hyukjae's baby. It's bad enough Donghae is the 'TOP' in the relationship, but to be the one to give birth is enough to make him want to walk out on the other.
So, in order to save their relationship, the couple attempts to sleep with one another in this fashion. Conflict: Hyukjae finds out he's WAY too gay to properly participate in the 'conception', unable to get a 'rise' at this new and now-has-boobs-Donghae.
So Donghae creates 5 Master Plans to try to force Hyukkie to get him pregnant so he can turn back to his normal MANLY self and take Hyukjae's virginity they way he was supposed to, MAN to MAN. Will he succeed?
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING but my fics. Story/Plot/Imagination is all MINE so please respect that :]
A/N: Just as a clarification though, the genderswitch tag is NOT like regular genderswitch. I'm not a fan pf generic genderswitch/hetero relationships with Eunhae lol So Donghae WILL be a man again. And he WILL top Hyukjae.
It's HOW he's going to get there that creates the story lol
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Part One: Be Careful of What You Wish For
-October 1991-
“Oh hyung look! It’s a shooting star!”
“Then make a wish on it you dummy.”
Big, single lidded eyes stared at the 12 year old Heechul, a small pout opening slightly in bewilderment.
“Really?! A wish???? …Will it come true, hyung?”
The feminine preteen scoffed slightly, turning his thin body to ruffle the dark hair on his younger brother’s head. “Yah, when have I ever lied to you? Make a wish and I guarantee it will come true. Your hyung will never lie to you. Now hurry up! Make the wish already! I’m getting cold and if I get sick I’m just going to push you off this roof-AND YOU BETTER NOT CRY TO MOM WHEN I DO IT.”
Small Hyukjae huffed with an offended pout but closed his eyes obediently, not wanting to tick off his elder brother any more than this. For once in his five years of life, Heechul brought him up to his “top-secret hiding place” so they could get away.
He wasn’t exactly sure with what they were supposed to get away from, but he was happy to finally be invited to a secret hiding spot big kids would go to.
Who would have thought that the hideout was actually their roof?
Heechul even brought up blankets, a thermos full of Hot Cocoa, and a plate full of cookies for his special visit, which was the absolute BEST thing in the world. And if he’d promise not to tell anyone about this little adventure, Heechul said he’d take him up here again next week. If he’s good, of course. And he’s been extra good.
He smiled a gummy smile at the thought of coming back on the roof again.
Yay!
“Yah! Did you make your wish already??? I swear I’ll leave you outside monkey!”
“Uh- Aha~… Almost hyung. One more second please.”
The young boy held back his giggles when he heard the elder groan in frustration.
Okay, one wish.. What to wish for….Ummmm---
Hmmmm….
…
“… Uh, hyung? What do people even wish for when they see a shooting star?”
Heechul snickered at the embarrassed look on Hyukjae’s face and dramatically poked the young boy’s forehead.
“I don’t know, monkey. Just normal stuff, I guess. Like true love or something. Or meeting their soul mate soon, or getting good grades… You know.. stuff like that.”
Hyukjae nodded slowly only to tilt his head in confusion again.
“… Hyung, what’s a soul mate?”
The deep breath the aggravated preteen gave made Hyukjae gulp. Uh-oh. Did he take away from his good-boy vibe?
“Okay, look monkey. A soul mate is somebody you’re supposed to be with for the rest of your life. Like your wife but better. They’re supposed to complete you in more ways than one, and make you the happiest person in the world.. or so that’s what this new Chinese exchange student in my class says. Anyway, they are the absolute love of your life, and will.. uhh… they’ll just make you happy. Very happy. Like, forever. And love you. Forever. And stuff. Or something like that… GAH JUST MAKE YOUR WISH ALREADY.”
“Okay okay okay, jeez hyung… Ummm… Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ I wiiiiiiiiiiiiisssshhhhhhh~ I wish that I will… That I will have a soul mate! Yeah I want one of those. And that soul mate will marry me! And have my baby! So we’ll be happily ever after forever and ever and EVER. And that my soul mate will come to me soon! Not like really soon though cuz’ I’m still little, but when I’m a grown up Shooting Star-nim… like when I’m 11! And love me! And love my monkey plushie! And love my family ! And say my feet aren’t stinky like my pabo hyung does all the time- OW! OKAY! Jeez hyung you didn’t have to hit that hard… But yes. That is my wish, Star-nim. I hope you can make it come true! … The end.”
Heechul rolled his eyes and began to gather the slightly damp blankets from the roofing. The night was darkening and was slowly getting chillier by the hour. If it got any later their mom would throw a fit and he's soooo not in the mood to deal with that right now.
“Whatever monkey. Come on let’s go on inside. It’s bedtime and mom will be getting home from work. I think appa’s asleep now too so be extra quiet.”
As his elder brother began to climb down the ladder to put their things away, Hyukjae glanced one last time up at the twinkling night sky. Another shooting star flew by and he grinned cheerfully. He cupped his mouth and yelled one last wish.
“AND THEY BETTER BE PERFECT!”
-November 1997-
“Class! Okay class! Cla-YAH. SHUT UP. I’M TRYING TO SAY SOMEHING HERE.”
The group of 5th graders instantly quieted down at the use of strong language, the teacher heatedly glaring everyone down until they all sat down calmly in their seats. Once everybody became situated, the teacher beamed happily as if nothing happened and dragged in a young boy around their age to the front of the class.
11 year old Hyukjae gazed curiously at the brown haired boy in front. The boy was dressed neatly in their school’s uniform: a pressed red and white blazer matching cleanly with properly ironed beige slacks, his brown hair gelled neatly to the right side of his head. It’s an unusual sight to see a 5th grader dressed so… strangely idealistic as a student, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. There was something oddly fascinating at the sight of something so proper, so clean, and so euphorically fantastically organized. When the girls next to him began to squeal obnoxiously, he finally forced himself to look away, snickering slightly because they were acting as if they’ve never seen such a good looking boy their age before, but when he unconsciously tried to get another glance at the apt person he found the new boy staring right back at him.
It was as if time slowed still, his palms becoming irritatingly sweaty when those deep brown eyes locked onto his own. He made a very victim-worthy squeak of surprise, eye lashes fluttering embarrassingly when a small smile slowly appeared on the other boy’s face.
Hyukjae bit his lip and shyly waved, his young heart quickening when that smile brought on a blush of the other’s own.
“So anyway, like I was trying to say EARLIER before I realized I had a bunch of hyper BRATS this morning~ we have a new student. He transferred all the way from Mokpo, so be nice to him kids. Mr. Lee, why don’t you introduce yourself~”
Hyukjae’s heart pounded loudly when the other’s brown eyes begrudgingly broke away, looking at the teacher with a slight scowl before getting pushed a bit closer to his new classmates.
“U-Um.. Hi,” he bowed politely, licking his dry lips when the class giggled at his accent. “Uh.. *clears throat* Well.. My name is Lee Donghae.. I- I’m from Mokpo… And…. Umm… I like to go to the beach and play football (A/N: Soccer, my fellow Americans~). Nice to meet you and please take care of me.”
The class laughed when he did an awkward bow again, the class finding his nervousness funny but Hyukjae couldn’t find it in him to laugh at all. Instead he felt his cheeks burn when those brown eyes went searching for his again.
“Great! So Donghae, uhh, you can sit in the empty seat next to Hyukjae over there. Hyukjae can you raise your hand please?”
His blushing face rudely snatched away his confidence, and he slowly raised his hand, chastely looking away when those eyes met his with a grin.
“Good. Now sit over there so we can get started. Okay, so now class, have you guys all started your homework? Open your books to page 163 and…”
Hyukjae felt everything in the world decrescendo when the chair next to him squeaked. He couldn’t bear to look at the presence sitting quietly beside him, but he couldn’t find the strength to do anything else. So he just dumbly stared at the book in front of him as the other settled himself in, his cheeks growing warmer every time their arms would accidently brush up against each other.
The next hour of lecture was way too long to handle, and he couldn’t have been happier to get out of class after trying to ignore the warmth beside him, the other occasionally ‘accidently’ hitting his foot, or touching his arm, or even staring at him for absolutely no reason at all. Hyukjae couldn’t have felt more awkward, not really knowing what to do with the unexpected blushes and waves of uncomfortable nervousness, but he knows he may have snuck in several secret glances as well. And it only makes him the more embarrassed.
Before he could even race out to the school yard for recess, hoping to go somewhere less intimidating and Donghae-free, the new kid grabbed his arm and gently stopped Hyukjae’s thoughts for even thinking about escaping.
“E-Excuse me.. umm.. Hyukjae-ssi? I… I was wondering… can I play with you today? I-It doesn’t have to be e-everyday, but I’m new a-and don’t really know where t-to go and don’t want to-“
“It’s okay.” Hyukjae muttered, battling himself harshly. For reasons unknown, that accent is muddling his thoughts and he just wants to go outside to breathe normally.
“Really?” the boy exclaimed happily, a huge smile gracing his angelic face.
Hyukjae felt himself mentally face palm at the radiant countenance. He can feel it. There is absolutely, positively, COMPLETELY no way he can say no to a face like that. He knows it. His friend Sungmin uses that face against him all the time, but Donghae just seems to do it so much better !? He can already feel himself melt into a puddle of goo as he blushed madly and bashfully nodded his head yes. This Donghae is going to be the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. He knows it.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to my friends… I guess.”
-March 2000-
“Yah Hyukkie! Hurry up we’re going to be late! HURRY UP.” 14 year old Donghae yelled as he ran ahead, turning around to run backwards just so he can grin stupidly at the pout on his best friend’s face.
“Hurry Hyuk!” he playfully called.
Same aged Hyukjae took off his backpack just in time to grab a rock out of it and throw it hard at the other. He scowled heavily with a groan when he missed.
“Maybe if you would help out with this heavy bag I wouldn’t be so SLOW. These rocks are heavy Hae!”
The laughter that resounds around him makes him flush a pretty pink, and with a heated face he attempts to throw another rock at the other. Whose idea was it to build a fort so they can play Spy and watch his older brother sneak out of the house again? Donghae, that’s who! That stupid fish always comes up with the worst ideas! Then he turns around and always makes him do all the dirty work!? Why does he have to put up with this?!? No more! He’s done! Tired! He doesn’t want to play anymore! Why would he even want to try to drag 50 lbs of stupid rocks with his stupid scrawny arms?? It’s stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!
Donghae ran back with that stupid grin of his and took the bag out of his hands, leaning over to give him a sweet kiss on his sweaty cheek as their hands lightly brushed across one another.
Oh.
Did he say stupid? He meant he wanted a hug. Donghae has to hug him and never let go for the rest of his life.
“You just gotta’ get stronger Hyuk! Come on though, your hyung is going to be at your house in about an hour and we have to get this done by then!! Hwaiting! Let’s do this!” the brunette whoops cheerfully, lifting the bag with a huff upon his shoulders before grinning joyously at his partner in crime, hauling his self happily to the designated area.
There it goes again; Hyukjae felt his heart stop.
This really can’t be healthy.
They were both in their adolescence years now, and much to the scrawny boy’s displeasure, Donghae has become his crush. Not just any crush though. The kind of crush where he feels like every action he attempts to do is now based solely on Donghae’s reaction. Donghae likes making cupcakes? He has a Cupcakes for Dummies book at home. Donghae likes puppies? Bought one for him and Donghae AND has already mentally married off the 2 fluffy balls of fur. Donghae likes reading yaoi manga? Already has a personal account at the Japanese bookstore across town. Donghae likes to swim? He takes swimming lessons every Saturday just in case the brunette happens to ask him out on a beach date. Donghae likes skinship with boys? He now officially NEVER LOVED ANYTHING MORE. Skinship? It’s now his most favorite thing EVER.
(Only for Donghae though. If it were any other person, he’d kick their face in.)
He knows. He can’t get any lower than this. The fact that his brother Heechul has found his History notebook full of Lee <3 Lee and Hae&Hyuk and small doodles of hearts is enough to convince him this isn’t any ordinary crush. Men aren’t supposed to feel this way about their best guy friend.
Right?
But it’s not his fault. It’s obviously Donghae’s fault. He’s accepted the fact that Donghae must have had this planned since the very beginning. For example, the stupid fish actually got more handsome by the day! Never in his life has he felt so intimidated and desperate to be next to somebody like the way he feels when he’s around the other.
Not only that, but Shisus only knows how many times he’s dreamt about holding the other boy’s hand. Maybe, if he feels a little unloved and lonely, he’ll imagine a kiss or two on his make-believe date to the park.
Heck, maybe if he watched a rated R film first, his dreams might become something a bit more exciting, but it doesn’t help his heart to know Donghae shamelessly learned how to flirt with girls. He can’t even hate the guy for it because Donghae was just so… perfect.
Nice, fun, interesting, hilarious, sporty, attractive, borderline sexy~ the teen is already hitting puberty before he himself could even grasp his pale, cold hands on it. It drives him crazy! Donghae is 6 months younger! How is that possibly fair? As much as he wants to just flip a table and refuse to acknowledge the other’s amazingness, he can’t bring himself to pull away. He’s in love. He’s just so, sooooo deeply in love, he doesn’t even know if he could say it’s just a measly crush anymore, but does he get any relief? No. The idiot can’t seem to figure it out. He could only sigh, thinking hopelessly hopeful about all the ‘could-be’s ’ and ‘maybes’ until the stupid guy can finally open his eyes and help cradle his poor heart to beat once again.
The only thing that can soothe his soul is the fact that Donghae hasn’t discarded him yet.
It was like the moment they met years before, they were destined to be with one another. Never has he had a friend that treated him like he was the most precious person in the world. Never has he met a somebody that could rile him up so much just to make him a blushing, love-struck puppy within seconds. Donghae had already set a claim on him, stating boldly to his friends when they were 12 that he was his best friend and nobody was allowed to break them apart.
He probably should’ve run away then, I mean come on, they were in 5th grade, and really? Claiming? What the heck was that supposed to mean? But in the end he just stupidly fell in love.
Who’d of thought he was gay?
He shook his head to try to stay focused at the task at hand, chasing after the brunette that begun to softly sing to himself.
Luckily, they were able to build a perfect fort that was completely hidden within an hour’s time, cleverly hiding it behind a sheer layer of low tree tops and tall bushes next to his house. His mother approved of their Spy game, and even helped out by making them a take-out dinner so they could stay outside, equipping them heavily with blankets, night goggles, bug spray, a bat for self-defense, and a battery operated candles.
They were ready for some legit spying, Donghae having even sneaking in a small container of coffee from his own house, since they weren’t really allowed to drink it yet, but it was just in case Heechul decided to sneak out later than he usually does.
It was a long wait, but they entertained each other with word games and manga, since Hyukjae had so cleverly bought a new series with the money he’s saved from washing Heechul’s car. (Donghae even rewarded him with a bunch of kisses on his cheek. Talk about a pat on the back~)
Eventually, midnight came and with a rustle to the side of the house, Hyukjae saw movement coming from outside Heechul’s window.
“Hae,” he whispered, poking the concentrated face of a fish who’s trying to plan his next move in a quiet game of tic-tac-toe.
He quickly pointed to the shadowed figure when the younger’s attention turned to him and silently brought a finger to his lips.
Shhhh~
Donghae slowly understood the mental message and as quietly as possible, picked up a pair of night goggles and handed one to his friend.
Let the Spying begin~.
At around one, Donghae plopped his bum on Hyukjae’s bed and laughed quietly as a mentally scarred Hyukjae dropped all of their Spy equipment onto the bedroom floor.
“Never, I will NEVER watch Heechul hyung sneak out again,” Hyukjae grumbled to himself, nodding his head to mentally promise this will absolutely NEVER happen again.
“Awwww come onnnn~” Donghae cooed, dragging the self-beating monkey to sit next to him. “It wasn’t that bad! I mean, I sure learned a lot~”
Hyukjae groaned, memories flashing back in a rush and causing him to fall back onto a bed with a frustrated ‘plop’.
“OHHH MY GAAWWDDD don’t remind me! It was horrible! HORRIBLE!”
Donghae laughed again as he got up to crawl closer to the dark haired teen, flopping onto his stomach as he stretched out lazily across the bedding.
“Hyuk-ah it’s normal. Heechul hyung is gay, and that’s kind of what gay people do when they're horny. They just kind of, do that and then one turns around so the other can do.. you know… that~”
The blush that garnished Hyukjae’s face was one to remember as he grabbed the nearest pillow and silently screamed into it.
Sex.
Who would have thought that their secret mission to see where Heechul went was to meet with some Chinese guy to have hot, wild, sex on their backyard swing set? Disturbing was an understatement. His whole childhood is surrounded around that swing set.
But that wasn’t the only thing that got him all flustered. As soon as he finally realized what was going on, which actually took 5 minutes of hardcore staring at the couple going at it, he tried to beg Donghae to not play anymore and just go back to his house.
Donghae, being the yaoi fanatic he is, shushed him and said with an excited face whispered “Omg Hyuk! It’s LIVE smut.”
So, since Donghae was watching intently like it was some type of Sex 101, Hyukjae watched too.
Let’s just say he should burn his eyes, ears, and everything he’s ever loved as a child.
“It didn’t even look like it felt good,” Hyukjae muttered dejectedly, recalling how Heechul had yelped in pain a couple times.
“Really?” Donghae asked thoughtfully, reaching out his hand to play with Hyukjae’s dark locks a bit. “I don’t know about you, but it sounded like he REALLY enjoyed it.”
As the sweet muses of his hair slowly brought him to a quiet bliss, the meaning behind what Donghae just said made everything horrifically crystal clear.
He just watched his brother having sex.
And Donghae was RIGHT. THERE.
The horror of it all made him abruptly sit upright with a terrorized look on his face, wanting to cry at the fact he just watched two men have sex with his crush RIGHT NEXT TO HIM.
Donghae, on the other hand, just looked up at his friend with confusion, not quite understanding why the other was so flabbergasted.
So he tried to explain himself.
“I mean, the making out was kind of sloppy, but with all the moans, it obviously means he likes it. And then when they got naked it was just-”
“Stop.”
“No, really, I mean it was just so-”
“No, please stop.”
“But it looked so interesting and that climax was just so-”
“Oh my God I’m going to throw up-” Hyukjae queasily cried before rushing to his bathroom.
Donghae grimaced at the heaving sounds, wondering if the elder had gotten sick while they were out there.
“Yah Hyuk… are you okay?” he quietly calls from the bed, sitting up when the toilet flushes and the sink turns on.
“Yeah… let’s just not talk about it anymore…” the muffled voice begs, Donghae quirking his eye brows as he tried to remember the procedure when somebody catches the flu.
Shrugging, he slinks back onto the bed as Hyukjae’s pale face emerged from the restroom.
“Feeling better?” he asked, pulling the sick figure to lie next to him.
Hyukjae sighs unhappily, smelling strongly of mint toothpaste and soap. “I guess, but we should never bring it up again.”
“Why can’t we bring it up again?”
“Donghae… think about it.”
“…”
Hyukjae tiredly sighed, snuggling into his pillow as if the fluffy fibers can wipe everything away. “Hae.” he deadpanned soflty. “That was my brother we just watched.”
…
“OH ! Oh eww. EW. WHAT THE HECK HYUK, HOW COULD YOU LET US WATCH YOUR BROTHER DO THAT???”
Hyukjae groaned his frustration into the mattress.
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A/N: I can hear you guys already. OMG KIKI WHAT THE HECK IS THIS IT'S SO DISORGANIZED AND AJKSHAKJDKJAHSKJHASKJ WHAT WERE YOU THINKING AND TO THINK I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD NO YOU ARE ACTUALLY CRAZY GO SIT IN A CORNER AND BOW YOUR HEAD IN SHAME.
I can't help it. This is why I don't eat ice cream at midnight. NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES OUT OF IT. Plus it's either type away my hyperness or let my mind go off on it's own and I totally can't do that cuz' then I'll dream of my little sister's terrifying doll. (*sniffles* it was in my bed last night *sobs quietly*)
And I do NOT like her doll.
Her doll scares me. Like I swear, if that doll is left in a room with me, A- I'll have a panic attack or B- SHE. WILL. DISAPPEAR. I will throw that fake face of hers away. Do NOT leave me in a room with that doll. I'm serious. That doll and I should NEVER be alone. *Yesung-stare*
but anyhow, if you like it, awesome lol I hope you can tell me what you like. This is a gift to all my readers, since school has started and tension/stress is up, so I hope this provides some comical relief :] Sorry if it sucks though lol I honestly can't think right now, so I have nooooo idea of what I've just posted xD Sleep deprived + ice cream + me = DESTRUCTION.
So enjoy <3 I'll make more sense in the next posting of this lol
Much love to you~ <33333