Love at First Post-It
Love at First Post-It
Title : Love at First Post-It
Staring : Super Junior
Genre : love, comedy, fluff(maybe?idkr)
Rating : G
Pairing : EunHae, not-so-ninja! YeWook
Disclaimer : As much as I wish to own them, I don't.
Summary : Eunhyuk was grocery shopping and the Post-Its Ryeowook wanted was actually sticky enough, on construction workers’ biceps.
A/N : Haha! In memory a friend who moved, we had our own Post-It wall in homeroom… :< I miss you, buddy! imagine tank top Donghae all sweaty and hot. For secretdiva as a bribe! >W<
Love at First Post-It
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It was late afternoon when Eunhyuk stepped out of his car parked across the road of the supermarket. He was quite worried at first that the construction going on two buildings away from the supermarket would cause damage like scratches or dents(quite impossible given the distance but Lee Hyukjae was paranoid that way).
Right on cue when he locked his car, his phone rang, it was a ringtone set especially for his dongsaeng, by his dongsaeng himself. He sighed and answered, watching the construction workers and took glimpse at his car. The ajusshis were all brawny and tanned, Eunhyuk pitied them actually, to have to work such hard labor at that age, but there were a few younger looking ones though.
“Hyunggggggggggggggg?” the one on the other line repeated for the third time.
“Yessssssss Wookie?”
“I need you to get something for me, can you, can you? It’s for my project-work.”
“What you need?” Eunhyuk entered the air-conditioned mart; his hand automatically grabbed one of the baskets provided.
“Post-Its!” the boy said, all chirpy and excited at the sound of those square little sticky-notes.
“Color?” Eunhyuk was too lazy and bored to entertain his dongsaeng’s enthusiasm.
“I need five pink ones, three oranges, five bl-”
“Oh wait! Wait! Wait! How many do you need exactly?” Hyukjae exclaimed and bowed apologetic at the ajummas who were looking at him as if he was crazy. He toned down and asked again, “How many do you need again, Wookie?”
Eunhyuk took his shopping list out of his bag and started going on auto-pilot, moving to aisles according to the list.
“Thirty eight!” He said, not seeming to notice the ridiculous amount he requested. Someone snorted in the background and then there was a sharp sound that sounded like a slap. “Just thirty-eight.”
“What kind of school requires their students to get thirty something Post-Its?” he asked, completely flabbergasted.
“His school apparently…” a deeper voice said and Eunhyuk recognized the owner of the voice.
“Oh, hi, Yesung-ssi.”
“Hi, Hyukkie.”
“Mind him, I just need it hyung, I need it by tonight. Remember to get those fluorescent ones though. Last time, someone went and bought me those plain dull colored ones and they were so appalling to human eyes.” The magnae said and there were a few shuffles in the background, like someone was getting up.
“Okay, send me the colors.”
“Thanks hyung, I love you!” there was another shuffle and it sounded like a door closed, “Of course I love you more, Yesungie. Hehe. Not there…”
Then it was Ryeowook’s giggles instead of him talking.
“Okay okay! I’m hanging up.” Eunhyuk so didn’t want to know what was going on behind that closed door of his dongsaeng.
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After an hour of getting all his things and Ryeowook’s stacks of sticky colored rectangular stick notes which were certainly overprized, he paid and headed out, the sky was getting dark. The construction workers looked like it was during their break because they were sitting by the concrete bench, sipping from thermoses and chomping down chunks of subways.
Eunhyuk was passing by the site, surprised at how bright the lights were, they weren’t on when he arrived because it wasn’t dark yet but now it was obviously bright enough to reassemble the daylight. Of course they were bright; if not those poor ajusshis could miss a step, fall and…break a leg or two.
And again, on cue, Ryeowook called, “Hyung hyung, you bought them?”
“Yes Wookie, a total of thirty eight of overprized Post-Its. I loathe them.” Eunhyuk teased and emphasized most on the word ‘overprized’.
“No, don’t hate them…anyways thanks hyung! Yesungie! I can finish my project tonight and then we can play after that.” Ryeowook hung up after that, too happy to remember Eunhyuk was on the other line.
“Wookie?” Eunhyuk said into the phone, “Aish…that kid, he’s- OW!”
Eunhyuk fell on his butt and the Post-Its all fell out as if a unicorn just spewed the rainbow it ate for breakfast.
“I’m so sorry!” A voice said.
“Don’t worry; I wasn’t really watching where I was walking…”
“Whoa, that sure is one heck of an obsession!” the voice said again but nevertheless he bent down and helped put the Post-Its back into the plastic bag.
“Tell me about it, my dongsaeng and his boyfriend of his.” Eunhyuk said and helped too. The arms of the man were perfectly tanned, sculpted and not to mention really amazing. It wasn’t as if Eunhyuk was some limp weak mid-twenty male who had no muscles at all, he was a professional dancer for crying out loud. But seeing the other man’s biceps just made him gaze in awe, he was wearing a white tank which made his toned body more delicious.
He looked up at the face and the pink Post-It he was holding, fell right out of his hand.
“Hey, you okay?” the male asked and waved his hand in front of Eunhyuk when he didn’t respond after a while.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, was d-distracted by the colors.”
“Okayyy……” The male wasn’t sure if that made sense. Nevertheless, he reached out his arm to pull Eunhyuk up. He made it seem like it was effortless or maybe Eunhyuk was just that light but he was back on his feet in a swift movement.
The construction worker handed Eunhyuk his things and walked away, saying that he only had a few more minutes until his break was over. “Thanks-” Eunhyuk wanted to say but the man was already far ahead, joining the others. Eunhyuk sighed and got to his car, loaded the things in the back of the car, he was too lazy to put them in the trunk.
He turned on the heater and started thinking in his car. He was deliberating if he should get dinner for Ryeowook. And Yesung. Since the magnae said he wanted to finish his project and it sounded like he and Yesung were busy at the moment. Eunhyuk wanted to call and ask but he didn’t want to interrupt anything, but an hour passed already…
He let out a sigh and looked at his rearview mirror, he could see his groceries and the whole bundle of Post-Its, and then he took a glance at the construction site, hoping to see the same guy again.
He was there. Laughing and joking around with the other guys, the smile was captivating, mind dazzling, smoldering hot.
Eunhyuk bit his lips; he didn’t know if it was alright to even sit there and stalk the guy, it was so wrong but so right at the same time. Forgetting the reason why he didn’t want to call earlier, he picked up his phone and dialed Ryeowook’s number.
“Hello?” Ryeowook answered the phone after a few rings, he sounded confuse, the television was on in the background. He was watching an ancient drama with Yesung.
“Wookie-ah, I want to ask you something.”
“Okay, anything hyung!” he heard some shuffling and then the sound of television faded slowly.
“H-how did y-you and Yesung-ssi started dating?”
“Hyung!” Ryeowook exclaimed.
“I know everything about you two, I’m not blind you know.”
“I-I guess it was love at first sight…Yesungie says so.” Eunhyuk could hear the blush in his tone.
“Love at first sight…hmm…” he mused and thought if that was applicable to his current situation.
“Why hyung? Did yo-” he paused “oh Yesungie. Hyung, I got to go. See you later.”
Eunhyuk heard Yesung grumble something about drama and constantly pausing the DVD player.
Collecting all his courage, he reached to the back of his car and took out one pad from the many Post-Its and grabbed a pen from the drawer.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of his car, another deep breath to hold in the courage as he charged towards the guy with the great smile.
“Psst…” one of the construction ajusshi pointed at Eunhyuk, which made him halt two steps too far away. Luckily Mr. Nice Smile neared him, “Did you lose anything?”
Eunhyuk didn’t answer and slapped the Post-It on his exposed bicep before quickly retreating back to his car leaving the man in a daze.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” Eunhyuk kept repeating, his head on the steering wheel, he seriously felt like burying himself somewhere no one could see, his face was burning from embarrassment and all the mixed feelings from anxious, giddiness, tremor and slight successfulness.
The man almost jumped out of his own skin when his phone rang. He grabbed it and answered, figuring what in the world of Post-Its did his brother want.
“Hey.”
It was a voice he wasn’t familiar with, too deep to be Ryeowook. It wasn’t Yesung either…He looked outside the window; he stood there waving the Post-It at Eunhyuk.
“…”
“So, you like pink?” he asked and his voice almost made Eunhyuk’s mind explode, his blood pressure must be up the roof already. When he registered the question in his brain only he realize he wasn’t calling him a fag or anything.
“Pink?” he managed to squeeze the word out.
“The Post-It.” He waved at him again, Eunhyuk shook his head and he laughed, “I don’t usually do this but…”
Please bury me already! Eunhyuk cringed, it was crazy.
“-I like you, let’s go get supper? My shift ends in another two hours.”
“…What?” The dancer’s eyes widened with shock.
“Supper…”
“Okay!!”
He laughed and Eunhyuk could swear right at that time that it was the best laugh anyone could possibly laugh, it almost sounded innocent, like a small boy, it made Eunhyuk’s heart tingle and dance a little.
“What?” Eunhyuk said, hurt. Am I being too easy? Why is he laughing? Oh. My.God.
“Nothing, you’re really cute.” His laughter eased and he was smiling widely at Eunhyuk.
He died, like how a fangirl would; Eunhyuk just died and his COD was... because of a killer smile.
“I’m Donghae anyways.” Mr. Nice Smile said, shooting over another killer smile at Eunhyuk.
“I-I’m Eunhyu- I mean I’m Hyukjae, Lee Hyukjae…”
Guess Post-Its aren’t that bad after all…
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Title : Love at First Post-It
Staring : Super Junior
Genre : love, comedy, fluff(maybe?idkr)
Rating : G
Pairing : EunHae, not-so-ninja! YeWook
Disclaimer : As much as I wish to own them, I don't.
Summary : Eunhyuk was grocery shopping and the Post-Its Ryeowook wanted was actually sticky enough, on construction workers’ biceps.
A/N : Haha! In memory a friend who moved, we had our own Post-It wall in homeroom… :< I miss you, buddy! imagine tank top Donghae all sweaty and hot. For secretdiva as a bribe! >W<
Love at First Post-It
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It was late afternoon when Eunhyuk stepped out of his car parked across the road of the supermarket. He was quite worried at first that the construction going on two buildings away from the supermarket would cause damage like scratches or dents(quite impossible given the distance but Lee Hyukjae was paranoid that way).
Right on cue when he locked his car, his phone rang, it was a ringtone set especially for his dongsaeng, by his dongsaeng himself. He sighed and answered, watching the construction workers and took glimpse at his car. The ajusshis were all brawny and tanned, Eunhyuk pitied them actually, to have to work such hard labor at that age, but there were a few younger looking ones though.
“Hyunggggggggggggggg?” the one on the other line repeated for the third time.
“Yessssssss Wookie?”
“I need you to get something for me, can you, can you? It’s for my project-work.”
“What you need?” Eunhyuk entered the air-conditioned mart; his hand automatically grabbed one of the baskets provided.
“Post-Its!” the boy said, all chirpy and excited at the sound of those square little sticky-notes.
“Color?” Eunhyuk was too lazy and bored to entertain his dongsaeng’s enthusiasm.
“I need five pink ones, three oranges, five bl-”
“Oh wait! Wait! Wait! How many do you need exactly?” Hyukjae exclaimed and bowed apologetic at the ajummas who were looking at him as if he was crazy. He toned down and asked again, “How many do you need again, Wookie?”
Eunhyuk took his shopping list out of his bag and started going on auto-pilot, moving to aisles according to the list.
“Thirty eight!” He said, not seeming to notice the ridiculous amount he requested. Someone snorted in the background and then there was a sharp sound that sounded like a slap. “Just thirty-eight.”
“What kind of school requires their students to get thirty something Post-Its?” he asked, completely flabbergasted.
“His school apparently…” a deeper voice said and Eunhyuk recognized the owner of the voice.
“Oh, hi, Yesung-ssi.”
“Hi, Hyukkie.”
“Mind him, I just need it hyung, I need it by tonight. Remember to get those fluorescent ones though. Last time, someone went and bought me those plain dull colored ones and they were so appalling to human eyes.” The magnae said and there were a few shuffles in the background, like someone was getting up.
“Okay, send me the colors.”
“Thanks hyung, I love you!” there was another shuffle and it sounded like a door closed, “Of course I love you more, Yesungie. Hehe. Not there…”
Then it was Ryeowook’s giggles instead of him talking.
“Okay okay! I’m hanging up.” Eunhyuk so didn’t want to know what was going on behind that closed door of his dongsaeng.
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After an hour of getting all his things and Ryeowook’s stacks of sticky colored rectangular stick notes which were certainly overprized, he paid and headed out, the sky was getting dark. The construction workers looked like it was during their break because they were sitting by the concrete bench, sipping from thermoses and chomping down chunks of subways.
Eunhyuk was passing by the site, surprised at how bright the lights were, they weren’t on when he arrived because it wasn’t dark yet but now it was obviously bright enough to reassemble the daylight. Of course they were bright; if not those poor ajusshis could miss a step, fall and…break a leg or two.
And again, on cue, Ryeowook called, “Hyung hyung, you bought them?”
“Yes Wookie, a total of thirty eight of overprized Post-Its. I loathe them.” Eunhyuk teased and emphasized most on the word ‘overprized’.
“No, don’t hate them…anyways thanks hyung! Yesungie! I can finish my project tonight and then we can play after that.” Ryeowook hung up after that, too happy to remember Eunhyuk was on the other line.
“Wookie?” Eunhyuk said into the phone, “Aish…that kid, he’s- OW!”
Eunhyuk fell on his butt and the Post-Its all fell out as if a unicorn just spewed the rainbow it ate for breakfast.
“I’m so sorry!” A voice said.
“Don’t worry; I wasn’t really watching where I was walking…”
“Whoa, that sure is one heck of an obsession!” the voice said again but nevertheless he bent down and helped put the Post-Its back into the plastic bag.
“Tell me about it, my dongsaeng and his boyfriend of his.” Eunhyuk said and helped too. The arms of the man were perfectly tanned, sculpted and not to mention really amazing. It wasn’t as if Eunhyuk was some limp weak mid-twenty male who had no muscles at all, he was a professional dancer for crying out loud. But seeing the other man’s biceps just made him gaze in awe, he was wearing a white tank which made his toned body more delicious.
He looked up at the face and the pink Post-It he was holding, fell right out of his hand.
“Hey, you okay?” the male asked and waved his hand in front of Eunhyuk when he didn’t respond after a while.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, was d-distracted by the colors.”
“Okayyy……” The male wasn’t sure if that made sense. Nevertheless, he reached out his arm to pull Eunhyuk up. He made it seem like it was effortless or maybe Eunhyuk was just that light but he was back on his feet in a swift movement.
The construction worker handed Eunhyuk his things and walked away, saying that he only had a few more minutes until his break was over. “Thanks-” Eunhyuk wanted to say but the man was already far ahead, joining the others. Eunhyuk sighed and got to his car, loaded the things in the back of the car, he was too lazy to put them in the trunk.
He turned on the heater and started thinking in his car. He was deliberating if he should get dinner for Ryeowook. And Yesung. Since the magnae said he wanted to finish his project and it sounded like he and Yesung were busy at the moment. Eunhyuk wanted to call and ask but he didn’t want to interrupt anything, but an hour passed already…
He let out a sigh and looked at his rearview mirror, he could see his groceries and the whole bundle of Post-Its, and then he took a glance at the construction site, hoping to see the same guy again.
He was there. Laughing and joking around with the other guys, the smile was captivating, mind dazzling, smoldering hot.
Eunhyuk bit his lips; he didn’t know if it was alright to even sit there and stalk the guy, it was so wrong but so right at the same time. Forgetting the reason why he didn’t want to call earlier, he picked up his phone and dialed Ryeowook’s number.
“Hello?” Ryeowook answered the phone after a few rings, he sounded confuse, the television was on in the background. He was watching an ancient drama with Yesung.
“Wookie-ah, I want to ask you something.”
“Okay, anything hyung!” he heard some shuffling and then the sound of television faded slowly.
“H-how did y-you and Yesung-ssi started dating?”
“Hyung!” Ryeowook exclaimed.
“I know everything about you two, I’m not blind you know.”
“I-I guess it was love at first sight…Yesungie says so.” Eunhyuk could hear the blush in his tone.
“Love at first sight…hmm…” he mused and thought if that was applicable to his current situation.
“Why hyung? Did yo-” he paused “oh Yesungie. Hyung, I got to go. See you later.”
Eunhyuk heard Yesung grumble something about drama and constantly pausing the DVD player.
Collecting all his courage, he reached to the back of his car and took out one pad from the many Post-Its and grabbed a pen from the drawer.
He took a deep breath and stepped out of his car, another deep breath to hold in the courage as he charged towards the guy with the great smile.
“Psst…” one of the construction ajusshi pointed at Eunhyuk, which made him halt two steps too far away. Luckily Mr. Nice Smile neared him, “Did you lose anything?”
Eunhyuk didn’t answer and slapped the Post-It on his exposed bicep before quickly retreating back to his car leaving the man in a daze.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” Eunhyuk kept repeating, his head on the steering wheel, he seriously felt like burying himself somewhere no one could see, his face was burning from embarrassment and all the mixed feelings from anxious, giddiness, tremor and slight successfulness.
The man almost jumped out of his own skin when his phone rang. He grabbed it and answered, figuring what in the world of Post-Its did his brother want.
“Hey.”
It was a voice he wasn’t familiar with, too deep to be Ryeowook. It wasn’t Yesung either…He looked outside the window; he stood there waving the Post-It at Eunhyuk.
“…”
“So, you like pink?” he asked and his voice almost made Eunhyuk’s mind explode, his blood pressure must be up the roof already. When he registered the question in his brain only he realize he wasn’t calling him a fag or anything.
“Pink?” he managed to squeeze the word out.
“The Post-It.” He waved at him again, Eunhyuk shook his head and he laughed, “I don’t usually do this but…”
Please bury me already! Eunhyuk cringed, it was crazy.
“-I like you, let’s go get supper? My shift ends in another two hours.”
“…What?” The dancer’s eyes widened with shock.
“Supper…”
“Okay!!”
He laughed and Eunhyuk could swear right at that time that it was the best laugh anyone could possibly laugh, it almost sounded innocent, like a small boy, it made Eunhyuk’s heart tingle and dance a little.
“What?” Eunhyuk said, hurt. Am I being too easy? Why is he laughing? Oh. My.God.
“Nothing, you’re really cute.” His laughter eased and he was smiling widely at Eunhyuk.
He died, like how a fangirl would; Eunhyuk just died and his COD was... because of a killer smile.
“I’m Donghae anyways.” Mr. Nice Smile said, shooting over another killer smile at Eunhyuk.
“I-I’m Eunhyu- I mean I’m Hyukjae, Lee Hyukjae…”
Guess Post-Its aren’t that bad after all…
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