short stupid THING.
LMAO LMAO LMAO IDK. DON'T ASK ME.
pairing: tablo/donghae
a/n: because wifey asked for it?
"Ah, I just love the sound of sax," Tablo sighs appreciatively, eyes closed as he listens to the jazz music floating around them.
"So do I," Donghae agrees readily, fingers caressing his glass of tequila.
There's a few moments of silence before Tablo casts a glance in Donghae's direction. "Um, you do know I meant the instrument right?"
Donghae blinks. "Oh. I like that too."
There's a pause as Tablo fights an inner battle to resist slamming his head onto the table. Repeatedly. Donghae just beams happily at him. Tablo tries to return his concentration to the music but damn it, now there's an image of a naked Donghae running through his head.
Later, as Donghae's tongue is doing unimaginable things to him, Tablo stops gasping -oh fuck fuck fuck!- long enough to think, note to self: never bring Donghae or any other Superjunior to a jazz bar.
pairing: tablo/donghae
a/n: because wifey asked for it?
"Ah, I just love the sound of sax," Tablo sighs appreciatively, eyes closed as he listens to the jazz music floating around them.
"So do I," Donghae agrees readily, fingers caressing his glass of tequila.
There's a few moments of silence before Tablo casts a glance in Donghae's direction. "Um, you do know I meant the instrument right?"
Donghae blinks. "Oh. I like that too."
There's a pause as Tablo fights an inner battle to resist slamming his head onto the table. Repeatedly. Donghae just beams happily at him. Tablo tries to return his concentration to the music but damn it, now there's an image of a naked Donghae running through his head.
Later, as Donghae's tongue is doing unimaginable things to him, Tablo stops gasping -oh fuck fuck fuck!- long enough to think, note to self: never bring Donghae or any other Superjunior to a jazz bar.