(eunhyuk/donghae) checklists
Title: Checklists
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, angst
Summary: It's not the end if it's not okay.
Checklists;
(walk in the rain,
smell flowers
stop along the way,
build sandcastles
go on field trips,
find out how things work
tell stories,
say the magic words
trust the universe.)
Hyukjae is used to the white walls and blinding lights by now, and he lives like there's only one hour left. It's Donghae that keeps by him, clutching onto his hand so tightly that his nails leave half moons on Hyukjae's pale, pale skin.
"I've only got an hour." Hyukjae whispers hoarsely.
Donghae presses his lips to Hyukjae's fingers, kissing them one by one. "You've got more than that. You've got three thousand and six hundred seconds."
Hyukjae smiles weakly. He closes his eyes as a tear spills onto his hand.
"Remember when we used to walk in the rain together?" Donghae quipped, massaging Hyukjae's arm.
It was raining, a steady pitter-patter on the windows. The skies gray like the shadows under Donghae's eyes from the sleepless nights.
Hyukjae nods in reply, feeling Donghae's gentle fingers working up and down the length of his arm, easing the taut muscles.
"You used to refuse to taste the rain with me. But you did in the end, didn't you? You said it tasted like seaweed soup without salt."
Mhm, that is pretty much what everything tastes like now. Feels like.
Donghae brushes a stray lock of hair away from Hyukjae's face, "Let's do that again someday, ok?"
"Sungmin brought you flowers, to brighten up the room."
Hyukjae watched as Donghae placed the yellow daisies into a vase.
You're allergic, Donghae.
Donghae sneezed once, twice, a violent third. He shook his head and grinned at Hyukjae. "I'm al-CHOO!-alright..."
Donghae talked funny now that his nose was red and swollen. "We used to smell flowers didn't we? Even though I was allergic to pollen. Mother used to yell at me every time..."
He blew his nose into the tissue paper loudly.
"Then one time you gave me a flower with the pollen grains scraped off! That was really nice of you."
Donghae smiles a little sadly. Hyukjae knows what he's thinking, because he's thinking the same too. No more.
"I want to go to the beach." Hyukjae finds the strength to say one day.
Donghae smiles. "Ok, I promise we will."
Hyukjae knows it's an empty promise, Donghae always promised, even though he can't fulfill them in the end.
He marches in the next morning with a beach ball and a portable chair. "I brought you the beach!" Donghae announces, proceeding to empty Hyukjae's bedside jug into a basin of sand.
"I stole this from Macdonald's." Donghae grins, brandishing a packet of salt. That goes into the basin, too.
Donghae strokes Hyukjae's cheek with his thumb, grinning brightly. "I'm amazing aren't I?"
There's a small smile hung on his lips as he nods, his mind is oh Donghae, why are you like this, I love you; I love you.
(Once, they had gotten lost in the woods when they were out camping. Donghae didn't like the feeling of being lost, Hyukjae could tell. We'll find a way out, he had assured him. Hyukjae isn't that sure himself, to be honest.
Donghae suggested a game, guess-the-magic-words, to pass the time.
"I love you?" Hyukjae tries, frowning at Donghae's giggles.
"Noooo, those aren't the magic words!"
Hyukjae rolls his eyes. "I give up, you're such a girl."
Donghae pouts, prodding Hyukjae's sides. "One last guess, just one more! Go on-"
"I love you." Hyukjae says after some thought.
"I told you those aren't - oh."
When you're lost, you're supposed to look at the stars that will tell you the way, Donghae whispers when night falls and they are nestled in their sleeping bags.
You've got to trust the universe.)
The curtains are drawn back and they flutter gently, a small breeze picking up and falling like the steady rise and fall of Hyukjae's chest as he breathes. Donghae is sitting by his bed, a book splayed open on his lap and the wind rustles the pages of the book. The pages are yellow and frayed at the corners. Donghae's fast asleep with his hair falling over his eyes, and Hyukjae admires the curve of his lips.
Their first kiss was subtle, a bare brush of lips. Donghae was smiling like a ray of sunshine afterwards but Hyukjae couldn't help but touch his own lips nervously. His heart pounded. Did they really kiss? Were his lips chapped?
Bringing a finger up to his mouth, he gently brushed the bottom lip. It was chapped, rough against his fingertip, dry and cold. He lost count of the kisses they had shared, but he had wanted this last one to be perfect. He licked his lips with his tongue, wetting them before pressing them to his palm.
Donghae, his whisper is strangled, nearly choking himself with his own words. Donghae, -
He finds Donghae's hand and intertwines their fingers, sealing the space between their palms with a kiss.
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, angst
Summary: It's not the end if it's not okay.
Checklists;
(walk in the rain,
smell flowers
stop along the way,
build sandcastles
go on field trips,
find out how things work
tell stories,
say the magic words
trust the universe.)
Hyukjae is used to the white walls and blinding lights by now, and he lives like there's only one hour left. It's Donghae that keeps by him, clutching onto his hand so tightly that his nails leave half moons on Hyukjae's pale, pale skin.
"I've only got an hour." Hyukjae whispers hoarsely.
Donghae presses his lips to Hyukjae's fingers, kissing them one by one. "You've got more than that. You've got three thousand and six hundred seconds."
Hyukjae smiles weakly. He closes his eyes as a tear spills onto his hand.
"Remember when we used to walk in the rain together?" Donghae quipped, massaging Hyukjae's arm.
It was raining, a steady pitter-patter on the windows. The skies gray like the shadows under Donghae's eyes from the sleepless nights.
Hyukjae nods in reply, feeling Donghae's gentle fingers working up and down the length of his arm, easing the taut muscles.
"You used to refuse to taste the rain with me. But you did in the end, didn't you? You said it tasted like seaweed soup without salt."
Mhm, that is pretty much what everything tastes like now. Feels like.
Donghae brushes a stray lock of hair away from Hyukjae's face, "Let's do that again someday, ok?"
"Sungmin brought you flowers, to brighten up the room."
Hyukjae watched as Donghae placed the yellow daisies into a vase.
You're allergic, Donghae.
Donghae sneezed once, twice, a violent third. He shook his head and grinned at Hyukjae. "I'm al-CHOO!-alright..."
Donghae talked funny now that his nose was red and swollen. "We used to smell flowers didn't we? Even though I was allergic to pollen. Mother used to yell at me every time..."
He blew his nose into the tissue paper loudly.
"Then one time you gave me a flower with the pollen grains scraped off! That was really nice of you."
Donghae smiles a little sadly. Hyukjae knows what he's thinking, because he's thinking the same too. No more.
"I want to go to the beach." Hyukjae finds the strength to say one day.
Donghae smiles. "Ok, I promise we will."
Hyukjae knows it's an empty promise, Donghae always promised, even though he can't fulfill them in the end.
He marches in the next morning with a beach ball and a portable chair. "I brought you the beach!" Donghae announces, proceeding to empty Hyukjae's bedside jug into a basin of sand.
"I stole this from Macdonald's." Donghae grins, brandishing a packet of salt. That goes into the basin, too.
Donghae strokes Hyukjae's cheek with his thumb, grinning brightly. "I'm amazing aren't I?"
There's a small smile hung on his lips as he nods, his mind is oh Donghae, why are you like this, I love you; I love you.
(Once, they had gotten lost in the woods when they were out camping. Donghae didn't like the feeling of being lost, Hyukjae could tell. We'll find a way out, he had assured him. Hyukjae isn't that sure himself, to be honest.
Donghae suggested a game, guess-the-magic-words, to pass the time.
"I love you?" Hyukjae tries, frowning at Donghae's giggles.
"Noooo, those aren't the magic words!"
Hyukjae rolls his eyes. "I give up, you're such a girl."
Donghae pouts, prodding Hyukjae's sides. "One last guess, just one more! Go on-"
"I love you." Hyukjae says after some thought.
"I told you those aren't - oh."
When you're lost, you're supposed to look at the stars that will tell you the way, Donghae whispers when night falls and they are nestled in their sleeping bags.
You've got to trust the universe.)
The curtains are drawn back and they flutter gently, a small breeze picking up and falling like the steady rise and fall of Hyukjae's chest as he breathes. Donghae is sitting by his bed, a book splayed open on his lap and the wind rustles the pages of the book. The pages are yellow and frayed at the corners. Donghae's fast asleep with his hair falling over his eyes, and Hyukjae admires the curve of his lips.
Their first kiss was subtle, a bare brush of lips. Donghae was smiling like a ray of sunshine afterwards but Hyukjae couldn't help but touch his own lips nervously. His heart pounded. Did they really kiss? Were his lips chapped?
Bringing a finger up to his mouth, he gently brushed the bottom lip. It was chapped, rough against his fingertip, dry and cold. He lost count of the kisses they had shared, but he had wanted this last one to be perfect. He licked his lips with his tongue, wetting them before pressing them to his palm.
Donghae, his whisper is strangled, nearly choking himself with his own words. Donghae, -
He finds Donghae's hand and intertwines their fingers, sealing the space between their palms with a kiss.