HenHae Drabble: Wintery Friendship.
Title: Wintery Friendship.
Pairing: HenHae. (Henry and Donghae of Super Junior)
Rating: General.
Genre: Friendship, general.
Words Count: 950 words.
Summary: Even on a white moutain and with a bright winter sun shinning in the cloudless sky, it isn't everyone who can be happy, whatever the reason may be.
A young man sat on a small wooden chair at the coffee shop of the ski resort he was staying at for the week. Now, normally, most people would smile brightly and relax after a long, active day in front of a hot cup of tea, coffee, or whatever kind of warm drink they preferred, but it wasn’t the case for said male, who was in fact frowning deeply.
His arms were crossed over his lightly muscled chest as he stared intently at the floor-to-ceiling window that let him see how all the other skiers outside were getting ready for their descent down one of the many runs of the mountain. How was it fair that they could all put their boots on, then their skis afterwards, but that he was stuck inside?
Huffing lightly, he switched his gaze from the transparent surface to the chair in front of him, which was just like the one he was sitting on. The piece of furniture, instead of being used by a friend or someone else, was put there to hold his cast up. Indeed, on his second day at the resort, the young man had made a wrong move and his femur had failed to resist his fall.
He growled at that thought and rolled his eyes at no one in particular, simply bitter about the accident. If he could go back in time, oh, he’d make sure to avoid that stupid ice patch under the snow that made him lose control of his limbs.
“Henry!” rang in his ears, tugging him away from his dark and unhappy thoughts. Who in the world would call his name so loudly in such a quiet and deserted place?
He twisted his middle around to look over the backrest at who was looking for him, and not even a tiny smile appeared on his features when he recognized his best friend: Donghae.
“Henry, man! I got us some food!” the latter continued as loudly as he approached the table at which Henry was sitting.
At the mention of food, the injured male decided to soften up, his stomach roaring in approval at the sight of the edible thing that his best friend held.
Donghae quickly crossed the distance that still separated them, a certain bounce in his step. He pulled a chair to sit then placed his behind on it before he handed Henry a small bowl and a spoon. “Soup’s all they serve between breakfast and lunch, it seems,” he commented.
A little calmer than before thanks to the other’s presence, the male in a cast let his eyes wander on the other’s form: caramel hair, handsome features, built frame... His best friend was someone he admired for everything he was. He was successful in almost everything he tried to do, yet he never bragged about it, was of an incredible sensibility, nice and bubbly. Henry thought he wouldn’t be able to find a better friend anywhere even if he wanted to.
“You don’t have to do that, you know? Henry wondered, speaking up for the first time in a while. And he hadn’t smiled in a while, either, but his lips curled up a little when the blonde male looked up at him seeming completely lost. “Taking care of me, I mean,” he added, trying to get him to understand.
Donghae already had taken a spoonful of soup, so he swallowed before he replied. “But you’re gonna get bored if I leave you here,” he mumbled, a slight crease in his eyebrows showing that he didn’t really get the other’s way of thinking.
“And you’re going to be hella sad if you stay inside for the rest of the week,” argued the brunette, moving as he spoke so he could get his two legs under the table and turn towards his bowl of soup. He intently stared at the colored liquid for a moment, secretly hoping his best friend wouldn’t go ski all day like they both used to do before, when Henry still had two valid legs. He would feel really lonely inside, all by himself.
It was needless to say that, yes, his honest thoughts contradicted what he just had told the other. It always had been hard for him to communicate properly, however, so it wasn’t unusual.
He waited for some words from Donghae’s part, but the first thing he heard was the soft clinking of a spoon being put down on the table. Then followed the words. “So, I’ll say like when we go out on Friday nights, okay? We come together, so we stay together unless you meet a hot chick, and no matter what happens, we go back together,” the blonde male said, a grin playing on his lips.
Henry laughed lightly at the words, his smile growing wider. It wasn’t necessary to say he was glad the other thought that way. “There’s still the game room, too,” he mentioned, completely against the idea of them doing nothing at all. They hadn’t taken the plane and left everything behind just to sit around, after all. They were there for a boys’ week and the brunette was determined to make the best of it despite the circumstances.
“And there’s still a soup waiting to be eaten,” Donghae pointed out, vaguely waving his hand in the direction of said food.
Already way more cheerful than he was prior to his best friend’s arrival, the injured boy took his spoon and ate without complaining, not caring a single second that the food tasted so bland. Everything would be okay as long as Donghae was in his life to cheer him up, although he’d never dare to tell him that.