『13』mona lisa smile → overly detailed anon
Blurring Lines
Super Junior, Hyukjae/Donghae
Hyukjae is introduced to Donghae through Sungmin. He’s seen him around before, the kid who hangs off Yunho-hyung and Heechul-hyung and flirts with all the pretty girls and moves like magic, but it’s the first time they actually speak.
“Hi,” Donghae says, smiling wide and Hyukjae smiles back. “Let’s be friends.”
Hyukjae looks at Sungmin, who shrugs and wanders off to find Junsu, before turning back to Donghae.
“Alright,” he says and that’s that.
Donghae’s sixteen when Hyukjae first kisses him, a quick press of lips at the side of his mouth before he’s skittering away. He doesn’t try to chase after him, late for practice already, but he does vow to hunt him down later.
When he does find him, he’s clinging to Junsu and Sungmin, and he looks at Donghae with wide-eyes and refuses to leave their sides. Donghae gives up then, leaving Hyukjae to it, willing to bide his time for once.
He doesn’t have to wait long though, because within the week he catches Hyukjae alone in the hallways. He tries to flee but Donghae’s quicker than that and has his trapped against the wall within seconds.
“Can we not do this here?” He’s got both his eyes squeezed shut and Donghae grimaces but drags Hyukjae down a less populated hallway anyways. Hyukjae still doesn’t look happy about the situation and Donghae inwardly pouts.
“So, what’s up?” Hyukjae looks at him like he’s insane to actually want to hold a proper conversation but Donghae won’t budge. “Why are you avoiding me?” This time he really does pout, trying for his best puppy dog eyes. Hyukjae winces.
“I wasn’t avoiding you. Honest! I just, uh, had stuff to do?” Hyukjae doesn’t even look like he believes a word he’s saying, voice rising into a slightly hopeful tone at the end of the sentence, like maybe Donghae would let it go. He doesn’t.
“Really Hyuk? Don’t lie. I thought you were my friend,” Donghae says, and feels a little bad for the guilt-trip. Hyukjae buys it though, immediately jumping to defend their friendship.
“We are friends,” he says, stressing the words but Donghae just looks at him critically. Hyukjae squirms. “It’s just, I, uh. I like you?” he squeaks out. Donghae blinks at him for a second, making sure he heard him correctly.
“Oh good,” he says and then he’s threading his fingers through Hyukjae’s hair and pressing in close. That’s all he had really been waiting for.
The angle of the kiss is all wrong though and Hyukjae isn’t responding so he pulls back after a second, eyebrow cocked as if to say, “now what?” Hyukjae stares at him, still wide-eyes, and Donghae resists the urge to flick him between the eyes.
“I-what?” he finally splutters at him and Donghae sighs.
“You are so dumb.” Then he leans in and kisses Hyukjae again. It takes a moment, and a finger to the stomach before Hyukjae reacts, a mumbled oh against his lips, and then another before he’s kissing back, fingers pressing hard into Donghae’s hip bones. Noses collide and Donghae tugs a little too hard on Hyukjae’s hair while trying to tilt his head back but it’s good. It’s nice.
They’re both breathless and laughing when they finally pull away.
“Oh,” Hyukjae repeats and Donghae has to kiss him again for it.
“You really are so dumb,” Donghae mumbles with a laugh. Hyukjae pouts and punches Donghae in the shoulder.
“Stop being mean. You sound like Junsu.” Donghae grimaces, but then punches Hyukjae back. Hyukjae retaliates by leaping at him, attempting to put him in a headlock Donghae barely manages to avoid. He does go tumbling down, pulling Hyukjae along with him.
There will be bruises later, because of their impromptu wrestling match in the hallway, and dance practice will hurt just a little more. Donghae’s pretty sure it was all worth it though, for all the kisses they trade in between.
The sex is always a little awkward, a little fumbly, no matter how often they’ve done it or how long they’ve been friends. Sometimes Donghae’s been gone too long, and when he gets back he smells different, tastes different, moves differently. Then Hyukjae’s trying too hard to figure out exactly what’s changed to remember to go with intuition, to just move like he remembers. Sometimes Hyukjae’s feeling too awkward and self-conscious, all long, useless limbs, to remember how to move properly and then Donghae’s trying to avoid sharp elbows in the side, or in more important places. Eventually though, they find their way, fall back into the same tune, the same rhythm, like they always have- all little gasps and frantic hips and kisses and touches that tease and burn.
Sometimes it takes longer to get it right, sometimes just a few minutes. Sometimes it’s horrible the entire way through and they laugh about it afterwards, backs to the sheets and arms just barely touching. Sometimes it’s the kind of stuff that Hyukjae wants to sing about, rap about. Sometimes it’s really just sex.
But he always finds it perfect in some twisted way-probably because it’s Donghae. Not that he’d ever say that out loud.
Sungmin laughs at him enough as it is.
They don’t hold hands very often, or curl up on couches next to each other. Their relationship, their friendship has always been a little too abusive for that. It’s always punches to the shoulder, or tackle hugs, or curling up on top of each other. Donghae’s happy with this though. He likes it like this.
Their relationship is undefined- blurred lines between best friends and something more. Donghae doesn’t really care. He’s happy.
Because when the world is falling apart he knows Hyukjae will be there, awkward limbs and long fingers and love to pull them through.
“Thanks,” he whispers, clinging to Hyukjae in the dark, voice thick with tears in a way he hates. Hyukjae doesn’t say anything back, just clings harder and no matter how much the world hurts, he’s happy for this.
He’s okay with just this.
Super Junior, Hyukjae/Donghae
Hyukjae is introduced to Donghae through Sungmin. He’s seen him around before, the kid who hangs off Yunho-hyung and Heechul-hyung and flirts with all the pretty girls and moves like magic, but it’s the first time they actually speak.
“Hi,” Donghae says, smiling wide and Hyukjae smiles back. “Let’s be friends.”
Hyukjae looks at Sungmin, who shrugs and wanders off to find Junsu, before turning back to Donghae.
“Alright,” he says and that’s that.
Donghae’s sixteen when Hyukjae first kisses him, a quick press of lips at the side of his mouth before he’s skittering away. He doesn’t try to chase after him, late for practice already, but he does vow to hunt him down later.
When he does find him, he’s clinging to Junsu and Sungmin, and he looks at Donghae with wide-eyes and refuses to leave their sides. Donghae gives up then, leaving Hyukjae to it, willing to bide his time for once.
He doesn’t have to wait long though, because within the week he catches Hyukjae alone in the hallways. He tries to flee but Donghae’s quicker than that and has his trapped against the wall within seconds.
“Can we not do this here?” He’s got both his eyes squeezed shut and Donghae grimaces but drags Hyukjae down a less populated hallway anyways. Hyukjae still doesn’t look happy about the situation and Donghae inwardly pouts.
“So, what’s up?” Hyukjae looks at him like he’s insane to actually want to hold a proper conversation but Donghae won’t budge. “Why are you avoiding me?” This time he really does pout, trying for his best puppy dog eyes. Hyukjae winces.
“I wasn’t avoiding you. Honest! I just, uh, had stuff to do?” Hyukjae doesn’t even look like he believes a word he’s saying, voice rising into a slightly hopeful tone at the end of the sentence, like maybe Donghae would let it go. He doesn’t.
“Really Hyuk? Don’t lie. I thought you were my friend,” Donghae says, and feels a little bad for the guilt-trip. Hyukjae buys it though, immediately jumping to defend their friendship.
“We are friends,” he says, stressing the words but Donghae just looks at him critically. Hyukjae squirms. “It’s just, I, uh. I like you?” he squeaks out. Donghae blinks at him for a second, making sure he heard him correctly.
“Oh good,” he says and then he’s threading his fingers through Hyukjae’s hair and pressing in close. That’s all he had really been waiting for.
The angle of the kiss is all wrong though and Hyukjae isn’t responding so he pulls back after a second, eyebrow cocked as if to say, “now what?” Hyukjae stares at him, still wide-eyes, and Donghae resists the urge to flick him between the eyes.
“I-what?” he finally splutters at him and Donghae sighs.
“You are so dumb.” Then he leans in and kisses Hyukjae again. It takes a moment, and a finger to the stomach before Hyukjae reacts, a mumbled oh against his lips, and then another before he’s kissing back, fingers pressing hard into Donghae’s hip bones. Noses collide and Donghae tugs a little too hard on Hyukjae’s hair while trying to tilt his head back but it’s good. It’s nice.
They’re both breathless and laughing when they finally pull away.
“Oh,” Hyukjae repeats and Donghae has to kiss him again for it.
“You really are so dumb,” Donghae mumbles with a laugh. Hyukjae pouts and punches Donghae in the shoulder.
“Stop being mean. You sound like Junsu.” Donghae grimaces, but then punches Hyukjae back. Hyukjae retaliates by leaping at him, attempting to put him in a headlock Donghae barely manages to avoid. He does go tumbling down, pulling Hyukjae along with him.
There will be bruises later, because of their impromptu wrestling match in the hallway, and dance practice will hurt just a little more. Donghae’s pretty sure it was all worth it though, for all the kisses they trade in between.
The sex is always a little awkward, a little fumbly, no matter how often they’ve done it or how long they’ve been friends. Sometimes Donghae’s been gone too long, and when he gets back he smells different, tastes different, moves differently. Then Hyukjae’s trying too hard to figure out exactly what’s changed to remember to go with intuition, to just move like he remembers. Sometimes Hyukjae’s feeling too awkward and self-conscious, all long, useless limbs, to remember how to move properly and then Donghae’s trying to avoid sharp elbows in the side, or in more important places. Eventually though, they find their way, fall back into the same tune, the same rhythm, like they always have- all little gasps and frantic hips and kisses and touches that tease and burn.
Sometimes it takes longer to get it right, sometimes just a few minutes. Sometimes it’s horrible the entire way through and they laugh about it afterwards, backs to the sheets and arms just barely touching. Sometimes it’s the kind of stuff that Hyukjae wants to sing about, rap about. Sometimes it’s really just sex.
But he always finds it perfect in some twisted way-probably because it’s Donghae. Not that he’d ever say that out loud.
Sungmin laughs at him enough as it is.
They don’t hold hands very often, or curl up on couches next to each other. Their relationship, their friendship has always been a little too abusive for that. It’s always punches to the shoulder, or tackle hugs, or curling up on top of each other. Donghae’s happy with this though. He likes it like this.
Their relationship is undefined- blurred lines between best friends and something more. Donghae doesn’t really care. He’s happy.
Because when the world is falling apart he knows Hyukjae will be there, awkward limbs and long fingers and love to pull them through.
“Thanks,” he whispers, clinging to Hyukjae in the dark, voice thick with tears in a way he hates. Hyukjae doesn’t say anything back, just clings harder and no matter how much the world hurts, he’s happy for this.
He’s okay with just this.