A Set of Drabbles
Title: All Bets Are Off
Main Pairing: KyuHyuk
Side Pairings: EunHae, KyuMin
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Genre: Crack, Humor
A/N: for khaus414
Summary: Playing games is always more fun when there's betting involved
“You know there’s no way that you can beat me, right? You’re just setting yourself up to lose,” Kyuhyun declares with a smirk that is immediately matched with Hyukjae’s own arrogant grin.
“How about we make a bet, then?” Hyukjae’s eyes light up while his teeth sink into his bottom lip in thought. The maknae has always been too cocky, and this is the perfect opportunity to take him down a notch. “Whoever has the lowest combined score of three games has to bend over and get fucked by the winner.”
“Hyung, if you want me to fuck you that badly you can just ask,” Kyuhyun sniggers, fingers closing around the white video game controller in his hand. Hyukjae had never beaten him at anything game related, and that wasn’t about to change anytime soon.
“Silly little Kyuhyunnie. Sometimes you’re too confident.” Even the sing-song nature Hyukjae’s voice took on wasn’t enough to throw the younger man off. He wasn’t called Game Kyu for nothing. “Let’s shake on it. I don’t want you backing out at the last minute, maknae.”
Kyuhyun reaches his hand out, scoffing, following it up with another overly confident smirk, curling his long fingers around Hyukjae’s hand. He has nothing to lose, and he can’t wait to watch Hyukjae’s face when he fucks him on Donghae’s bed. Hyukjae might put up a fight about that part, but he deserves to be screwed on his boyfriend’s bed for making a bet he knows he can’t win.
~*~*~
“What the hell?!” Kyuhyun shouts, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he stares at the final score on the screen. This is impossible. There is no way that a stupid monkey could play a video game so well; even if it is Wii bowling,“I demand a rematch!”
“A deal is a deal, Kyu-ah,” Hyukjae calls out with a grin as he pulls the strap from his wrist, tossing his remote to the sofa as he begins to advance on the taller man. He couldn’t have wished for a better outcome, “don’t tell me you’re scared? I’ve heard the noises that come from your room. And I refuse to believe that you’ve never bottomed before.”
“Yah! I’m not scared, you damned monkey; I’m pissed. We didn’t make an agreement about this!” Kyuhyun’s remote is pulled from his wrist, and he finds himself backing up until he collides with the wooden door of Hyukjae and Donghae’s shared room. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Oh just relax, Kyunnie. Hyung will take good care of you.” Hyukjae’s hand quickly turns the knob and sends Kyuhyun all but tumbling into the room. He should have known that something like this could happen. “And really, I should fuck you on Minnie-hyung’s bed just for being just a brat.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes snap to the door and he tries to scramble to his feet when he hears the click of a lock; this is not happening. He did not just get locked into a room with a hyung that was giving him nothing short of a predatory look, and he certainly wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
That’s certainly what it sounds like too, as Sungmin, Ryeowook, and Donghae come home from shopping to find the television on, Wii remotes on the floor and popcorn spilled across the entire living room floor. It’s not anything new to them, and the two shorter men set to work tidying things up with a sigh.
Donghae, of course, has no attention span for something like that. He has so many things to tell Hyukjae about, and even some snacks to share with him. Donghae is sure that Hyukjae told him he had the day off, but where on earth was he? And what was that sound coming from their room?
“Minnie…weren’t Hyukkie and Kyu going to stay here and play video games?” Donghae calls into the kitchen where Sungmin is throwing away the wasted popcorn.
“Eh? Yeah, that’s what Kyu told me. Maybe they got bored and decided to do something else,” Sungmin replies, striding back into the living room and heading to his own bedroom to see if Kyuhyun is there, “they’re not in here.”
Just then, the door to Donghae’s room opens and a rather disheveled and disgruntled maknae stumbles out. He doesn’t say anything to Donghae, instead walking to his own room to collapse on top of Sungmin where he’s sitting and reading a book.
“Hyung,” Kyunhyun whines, turning and looking up at Sungmin from his place on his lap, “Hyukjae was really mean to me.”
“You probably deserved it. Maybe you shouldn’t be such a brat to him all the time,” Sungmin states evenly, not even looking down at his boyfriend, “I told you it was going to come back to bite you in the ass some day.”
Kyuhyun just grumbles and buries his face in his pillow.
Donghae, on the other hand, is slightly confused when he sees Hyukjae emerge from the same room with a little limp to his walk and a smug grin on his face.
“Hyukkie, are you ok? I thought you and Kyunnie were playing video games,” Donghae fusses, pulling the blond man into his lap when he sits himself on the sofa next to him, “Did you lose the bet? And if you did, why was he limping too?”
“No, I didn’t lose, Fishy.” Hyukjae laughs softly and lets his head fall to Donghae’s shoulder with a soft sigh. What a nice boyfriend Donghae is.
“Then why do you look like you were fucked into next week?” Donghae’s voice is full of concern and lacking any jealousy or anger. Hyukjae just laughs and presses a kiss to Donghae’s cheek. He really is lucky to have someone like Donghae to call his own.
“We tied.”
Title: Better Than Lychees
Pairing: HenMin
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff
A/N: for ryan87ogawa
Summary: Henry is always so strong. Except when he isn't.
There was something about Henry that Sungmin always felt drawn to. Maybe it was his soft, full cheeks, or maybe it was the way that he always seemed to love anything he was doing, even if it was mostly eating. But if he were being honest, it was probably Henry’s endless optimism. Despite all of the jeers and insults thrown at him by those that claimed to be their fans, Henry didn’t let it get to him the way most other people would. Even if he knew that his antis would get up in the middle of his solo or send him hate-filled letters, he held his head high and smiled through it.
So when Sungmin hears soft, muffled sobs coming from behind Henry’s door, he starts to worry. Something really awful must have happened to have the younger boy crying, and Sungmin can feel his heart breaking with each small sound. Before he can stop himself, Sungmin’s hand is on the knob and pushing the door open.
“Henli, are- is everything alright?” Sungmin asks delicately, taking a tentative step forward. He didn’t want to intrude, but there was something telling him Henry could use a friend.
“Huh? Oh, Hi hyung. I’m fine.” Henry sniffs, putting on a smile. He does a miserable job of convincing Sungmin; his eyes are red and Sungmin can see the streaks on his cheeks that he tries to rub away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Henli. I can tell that something’s wrong.” The door clicks behind him and he strides over to where Henry is sitting, phone in hand. He takes a small liberty and sits next to the younger boy without being asked. “You can talk to me.”
“It’s really stupid, hyung,” Henry mumbles, cheeks flushing the slightest bit. He shakes his head and looks over at Sungmin before immediately looking back at the floor, “it’s just - my…my violin got lost in customs and I have no idea where it is.”
His eyes dart back up to those of the older man’s and the soft smile on his face makes Henry feel a little better. Sungmin has always been one of his nicest hyungs; of course he wouldn’t judge him for being upset about something like that.
“I have a couple more, but that one is special. It’s the one that I auditioned with, so I don’t know what I’m going to do if they can’t find it.” Henry draws in another breath and tries to steady himself and keep from tearing up again. He’s supposed to be a man, and he just looks pathetic in front of one of his favorite hyungs. Even if Sungmin could come across as feminine or weak, Henry knew how much of a badass he was.
“Oh Henli, that’s not stupid. It’s something really special to you, so I understand why you’re upset. But I’m sure that they’ll find it. It’s not like it can just disappear,” Sungmin assures him, drawing Henry’s hand into his own and offering him a soft smile.
The slight curve of his lips has Henry thinking about what it would be like to kiss him; he probably tastes sweet; maybe like cherries or lychees. No, he probably tastes much better than lychees. Wait. What the hell is he thinking? He does not want to kiss his ridiculously beautiful hyung, because that would be weird and Sungmin would think he was crazy and- Sungmin. Sungmin is really close, and his lips look so soft.
“Do you want to kiss me, Henli?” Sungmin asks, a hint of teasing in his smile, fingers tracing a soft pattern on the younger boy’s thigh next to his hand.
“I- that! Um…” Shit. Sungmin saw right through him and now he was going to tell all of the hyungs that he likes to kiss boys. He was fucked. “Wh- why would you think that?”
“You’ve been staring at my lips this whole time,” Sungmin says with a soft laugh, bringing his hand up to brush a few strands of Henry’s hair out of his eyes. He could be so messy when he wasn’t on stage. “I don’t mind if you want to.”
Henry finds himself dumbstruck, and realizes that how he’s being incredibly transparent with the way that he’s essentially gaping like a fish out of water. Did Sungmin really just invite him to kiss him? He must have hit his head, because this wouldn’t really happen, right?
“You look like your brain is about to explode, Henli. You don’t have to think so hard; I’m not teasing you.” Sungmin’s smile is so pretty, and the way that his eyes crinkle around the edges has Henry leaning in before he can really think about what he’s doing.
It’s just a simple press of lips, but Henry finds himself smiling into it. Something about the way Sungmin leans into him has Henry pulling him into his lap.
Somehow, Henry thinks, everything seems like it’s going to work out just fine.
Title: Weakness is a Strange Thing
Pairing: HaeMin
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff, AU
A/N: for emo_what97
Summary: Sungmin always lets Donghae have what he wants far too easily.
“Minnie, let’s go get a puppy,” Donghae blurts out one day, lounging almost upside down on the sofa in the living room. For some reason he thought that reading in that position helped him absorb the information better, or some other such nonsense. Sungmin never really paid all that much attention to him when he started spouting off things like that.
“You already have a puppy, and Sen and Hyaku barely put up with him as it is. We live in an apartment, not a zoo,” Sungmin says, rolling his eyes and not even looking up from the report he’s reading. He doesn’t have time for nonsense; his boss wants everything finished by Monday morning and Sungmin wanted to make sure he got it done by the afternoon so he would at least have one day of the weekend to himself.
“But Bada really, really needs another friend. Sen and Hyaku always cuddle together, but when he tries to join them they get all angry. Your cats are bullies,” the younger man whines as he sits up almost a little too fast, crawling over to wiggle his way into Sungmin’s personal space. He’s never been good with boundaries, but the way that he gets his head into Sungmin’s lap to look up at him has his boyfriend looking down at him over his glasses. Damn that puppy dog pout.
“I really have to get this finished, Hae. If we want to have any time together this weekend, I need to get it done tonight.” A sigh escapes Sungmin’s lips when Donghae’s lower lip begins to tremble, eyes glossing over with unshed tears. Sungmin swears he should be an actor.
“Please, Minnie? I’ll take you out for ice cream and make a date out of it. We haven’t been able to go out on a proper date for weeks now.” Guilt tripping is definitely Donghae’s specialty - either that, or Sungmin is just incredibly weak against his charms. “You can finish it tomorrow, and I’ll even help if there’s anything I can do.”
Sungmin contemplates his options; if he keeps trying to ignore the other man it was likely that Donghae would just keep bothering him, and the two of them would end up fighting. But, if he just gives in and lets Donghae have his way, things would probably go much smoother. Not to mention where their dates usually led them.
“Alright, fine. But we are not getting another dog. I don’t care how much you pout at me,” Sungmin concedes, marking his place and setting his work on the coffee table, “let’s go to that café with the gelato, it’s just a few blocks from the pet store we got Bada.”
“Thank you, Min!” Donghae almost squeals, lifting himself up and throwing his arms around the smaller man in an overly affectionate gesture. However, Sungmin can’t find a reason to complain when those thin lips are pressed against his own in something that’s more of a smile than a kiss, “I promise we’ll have fun. You probably need a break anyway.”
“I suppose. This work is starting to give me a headache; a little fresh air will be nice.”
Sungmin waits until Donghae sees fit to climb off of his lap before standing as well, small pops coming from his spine as he stretches out.
~*~*~
It’s a little cool for ice cream, Sungmin thinks, though the thought quickly leaves his mind as he watches Donghae happily devour a mess of peanut and chocolate. His own strawberry cheesecake gelato is quickly disappearing as warmth spreads through his body from where his hand is clasped in Donghae’s.
It’s something childish and simple, but something about it has him smiling and laughing softly.
“Is something funny? Is it that joke that Jongwoon-hyung was telling us? Cause I really didn’t get it. He’s really weird.” Donghae is babbling again and Sungmin can’t help the laughter that comes out in response.
“No, I was just thinking about how cute you are,” Sungmin admits, thinking the way that his cheeks heat up is silly. They’ve been together for more than a year, but he still feels like a silly schoolgirl with a crush sometimes.
It can probably be chalked up to Donghae’s childish demeanor.
“Aww, you’re the cute one, Minnie.” The way Donghae giggles is contagious and Sungmin leans in to kiss the sound from his mouth. It doesn’t matter that it’s slightly sticky and an odd combination of flavors; the kiss is everything that Donghae is, and Sungmin can feel himself falling all over again. “Mmm, you taste good.”
Sungmin replies with a shake of his head and another chuckle when Donghae manages to pull him into the pet shop. It smells a little like sawdust and wet dog, but Donghae doesn’t seem to notice. Sungmin’s nose crinkles at the smell, but he follows along to where the puppies are, and doesn’t even put up a fight when Donghae asks to play with a gaggle of them.
“Hae, no; I already told you that we can’t take another puppy home,” Sungmin groans, scrubbing a hand over his face and trying to ignore the look he’s given, “I told you that no amount of pouting was going to get you what you want.”
Sungmin thinks it’s kind of ridiculous that he has to be the adult between the two of them all the time, and it’s made even worse when Donghae knows just how to work Min and can turn on the waterworks at the drop of a hat. Also, he’s so goddamned cute.
“But you know I’ll take really good care of him. And I have enough money to pay for him and-” Donghae’s pleas are cut off when Sungmin slaps a hand over his mouth. Donghae is sure that he can see Sungmin’s eye twitch when he looks down at the fluffy black puppy he has snuggled under his chin.
“Alright, fine. But if that little monster ruins one thing in the house, he’s gone. I am not going through another episode of Bada’s towel chewing.” It’s completely unfair how easily Donghae can get what he wants from him, he’ll have to get him back for that someday. “And he’s not sleeping in the bed. Ever.”
Donghae simply nods fast enough to remind Sungmin of a bobble head and squeals with delight.
Sungmin feels exhausted by the time that they get home, but luckily the younger man has enough energy to make sure that the new puppy is safe and well adjusted with the other animals.
Sungmin is almost asleep when Donghae presses his lips to the sensitive patch of skin right behind his ear.
“You asleep, babe?” Donghae’ voice is low, soft enough to rouse Sungmin from his drowsy state. “Because I really wanted to show you how happy you make me.”
Sungmin knows that it isn’t just about the puppy, or the fact that he gives into his silly whims so easily. It’s more than the meals he makes, or how he listens to every bit of nonsense that comes out of Donghae’s mouth.
Donghae’s eyes are soft, but there’s a smoldering heat behind them when Sungmin turns over to drape his arms around his neck and smile blearily up at him.
“How about you show me how much you love me instead.”
“Aren’t they the same thing?” Donghae looks a little bewildered but doesn’t stop trailing his hand over the waistband of Sungmin’s jeans.
“Yeah, I think they are.”
Main Pairing: KyuHyuk
Side Pairings: EunHae, KyuMin
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Genre: Crack, Humor
A/N: for khaus414
Summary: Playing games is always more fun when there's betting involved
“You know there’s no way that you can beat me, right? You’re just setting yourself up to lose,” Kyuhyun declares with a smirk that is immediately matched with Hyukjae’s own arrogant grin.
“How about we make a bet, then?” Hyukjae’s eyes light up while his teeth sink into his bottom lip in thought. The maknae has always been too cocky, and this is the perfect opportunity to take him down a notch. “Whoever has the lowest combined score of three games has to bend over and get fucked by the winner.”
“Hyung, if you want me to fuck you that badly you can just ask,” Kyuhyun sniggers, fingers closing around the white video game controller in his hand. Hyukjae had never beaten him at anything game related, and that wasn’t about to change anytime soon.
“Silly little Kyuhyunnie. Sometimes you’re too confident.” Even the sing-song nature Hyukjae’s voice took on wasn’t enough to throw the younger man off. He wasn’t called Game Kyu for nothing. “Let’s shake on it. I don’t want you backing out at the last minute, maknae.”
Kyuhyun reaches his hand out, scoffing, following it up with another overly confident smirk, curling his long fingers around Hyukjae’s hand. He has nothing to lose, and he can’t wait to watch Hyukjae’s face when he fucks him on Donghae’s bed. Hyukjae might put up a fight about that part, but he deserves to be screwed on his boyfriend’s bed for making a bet he knows he can’t win.
~*~*~
“What the hell?!” Kyuhyun shouts, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he stares at the final score on the screen. This is impossible. There is no way that a stupid monkey could play a video game so well; even if it is Wii bowling,“I demand a rematch!”
“A deal is a deal, Kyu-ah,” Hyukjae calls out with a grin as he pulls the strap from his wrist, tossing his remote to the sofa as he begins to advance on the taller man. He couldn’t have wished for a better outcome, “don’t tell me you’re scared? I’ve heard the noises that come from your room. And I refuse to believe that you’ve never bottomed before.”
“Yah! I’m not scared, you damned monkey; I’m pissed. We didn’t make an agreement about this!” Kyuhyun’s remote is pulled from his wrist, and he finds himself backing up until he collides with the wooden door of Hyukjae and Donghae’s shared room. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Oh just relax, Kyunnie. Hyung will take good care of you.” Hyukjae’s hand quickly turns the knob and sends Kyuhyun all but tumbling into the room. He should have known that something like this could happen. “And really, I should fuck you on Minnie-hyung’s bed just for being just a brat.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes snap to the door and he tries to scramble to his feet when he hears the click of a lock; this is not happening. He did not just get locked into a room with a hyung that was giving him nothing short of a predatory look, and he certainly wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
That’s certainly what it sounds like too, as Sungmin, Ryeowook, and Donghae come home from shopping to find the television on, Wii remotes on the floor and popcorn spilled across the entire living room floor. It’s not anything new to them, and the two shorter men set to work tidying things up with a sigh.
Donghae, of course, has no attention span for something like that. He has so many things to tell Hyukjae about, and even some snacks to share with him. Donghae is sure that Hyukjae told him he had the day off, but where on earth was he? And what was that sound coming from their room?
“Minnie…weren’t Hyukkie and Kyu going to stay here and play video games?” Donghae calls into the kitchen where Sungmin is throwing away the wasted popcorn.
“Eh? Yeah, that’s what Kyu told me. Maybe they got bored and decided to do something else,” Sungmin replies, striding back into the living room and heading to his own bedroom to see if Kyuhyun is there, “they’re not in here.”
Just then, the door to Donghae’s room opens and a rather disheveled and disgruntled maknae stumbles out. He doesn’t say anything to Donghae, instead walking to his own room to collapse on top of Sungmin where he’s sitting and reading a book.
“Hyung,” Kyunhyun whines, turning and looking up at Sungmin from his place on his lap, “Hyukjae was really mean to me.”
“You probably deserved it. Maybe you shouldn’t be such a brat to him all the time,” Sungmin states evenly, not even looking down at his boyfriend, “I told you it was going to come back to bite you in the ass some day.”
Kyuhyun just grumbles and buries his face in his pillow.
Donghae, on the other hand, is slightly confused when he sees Hyukjae emerge from the same room with a little limp to his walk and a smug grin on his face.
“Hyukkie, are you ok? I thought you and Kyunnie were playing video games,” Donghae fusses, pulling the blond man into his lap when he sits himself on the sofa next to him, “Did you lose the bet? And if you did, why was he limping too?”
“No, I didn’t lose, Fishy.” Hyukjae laughs softly and lets his head fall to Donghae’s shoulder with a soft sigh. What a nice boyfriend Donghae is.
“Then why do you look like you were fucked into next week?” Donghae’s voice is full of concern and lacking any jealousy or anger. Hyukjae just laughs and presses a kiss to Donghae’s cheek. He really is lucky to have someone like Donghae to call his own.
“We tied.”
Title: Better Than Lychees
Pairing: HenMin
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff
A/N: for ryan87ogawa
Summary: Henry is always so strong. Except when he isn't.
There was something about Henry that Sungmin always felt drawn to. Maybe it was his soft, full cheeks, or maybe it was the way that he always seemed to love anything he was doing, even if it was mostly eating. But if he were being honest, it was probably Henry’s endless optimism. Despite all of the jeers and insults thrown at him by those that claimed to be their fans, Henry didn’t let it get to him the way most other people would. Even if he knew that his antis would get up in the middle of his solo or send him hate-filled letters, he held his head high and smiled through it.
So when Sungmin hears soft, muffled sobs coming from behind Henry’s door, he starts to worry. Something really awful must have happened to have the younger boy crying, and Sungmin can feel his heart breaking with each small sound. Before he can stop himself, Sungmin’s hand is on the knob and pushing the door open.
“Henli, are- is everything alright?” Sungmin asks delicately, taking a tentative step forward. He didn’t want to intrude, but there was something telling him Henry could use a friend.
“Huh? Oh, Hi hyung. I’m fine.” Henry sniffs, putting on a smile. He does a miserable job of convincing Sungmin; his eyes are red and Sungmin can see the streaks on his cheeks that he tries to rub away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Henli. I can tell that something’s wrong.” The door clicks behind him and he strides over to where Henry is sitting, phone in hand. He takes a small liberty and sits next to the younger boy without being asked. “You can talk to me.”
“It’s really stupid, hyung,” Henry mumbles, cheeks flushing the slightest bit. He shakes his head and looks over at Sungmin before immediately looking back at the floor, “it’s just - my…my violin got lost in customs and I have no idea where it is.”
His eyes dart back up to those of the older man’s and the soft smile on his face makes Henry feel a little better. Sungmin has always been one of his nicest hyungs; of course he wouldn’t judge him for being upset about something like that.
“I have a couple more, but that one is special. It’s the one that I auditioned with, so I don’t know what I’m going to do if they can’t find it.” Henry draws in another breath and tries to steady himself and keep from tearing up again. He’s supposed to be a man, and he just looks pathetic in front of one of his favorite hyungs. Even if Sungmin could come across as feminine or weak, Henry knew how much of a badass he was.
“Oh Henli, that’s not stupid. It’s something really special to you, so I understand why you’re upset. But I’m sure that they’ll find it. It’s not like it can just disappear,” Sungmin assures him, drawing Henry’s hand into his own and offering him a soft smile.
The slight curve of his lips has Henry thinking about what it would be like to kiss him; he probably tastes sweet; maybe like cherries or lychees. No, he probably tastes much better than lychees. Wait. What the hell is he thinking? He does not want to kiss his ridiculously beautiful hyung, because that would be weird and Sungmin would think he was crazy and- Sungmin. Sungmin is really close, and his lips look so soft.
“Do you want to kiss me, Henli?” Sungmin asks, a hint of teasing in his smile, fingers tracing a soft pattern on the younger boy’s thigh next to his hand.
“I- that! Um…” Shit. Sungmin saw right through him and now he was going to tell all of the hyungs that he likes to kiss boys. He was fucked. “Wh- why would you think that?”
“You’ve been staring at my lips this whole time,” Sungmin says with a soft laugh, bringing his hand up to brush a few strands of Henry’s hair out of his eyes. He could be so messy when he wasn’t on stage. “I don’t mind if you want to.”
Henry finds himself dumbstruck, and realizes that how he’s being incredibly transparent with the way that he’s essentially gaping like a fish out of water. Did Sungmin really just invite him to kiss him? He must have hit his head, because this wouldn’t really happen, right?
“You look like your brain is about to explode, Henli. You don’t have to think so hard; I’m not teasing you.” Sungmin’s smile is so pretty, and the way that his eyes crinkle around the edges has Henry leaning in before he can really think about what he’s doing.
It’s just a simple press of lips, but Henry finds himself smiling into it. Something about the way Sungmin leans into him has Henry pulling him into his lap.
Somehow, Henry thinks, everything seems like it’s going to work out just fine.
Title: Weakness is a Strange Thing
Pairing: HaeMin
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Fluff, AU
A/N: for emo_what97
Summary: Sungmin always lets Donghae have what he wants far too easily.
“Minnie, let’s go get a puppy,” Donghae blurts out one day, lounging almost upside down on the sofa in the living room. For some reason he thought that reading in that position helped him absorb the information better, or some other such nonsense. Sungmin never really paid all that much attention to him when he started spouting off things like that.
“You already have a puppy, and Sen and Hyaku barely put up with him as it is. We live in an apartment, not a zoo,” Sungmin says, rolling his eyes and not even looking up from the report he’s reading. He doesn’t have time for nonsense; his boss wants everything finished by Monday morning and Sungmin wanted to make sure he got it done by the afternoon so he would at least have one day of the weekend to himself.
“But Bada really, really needs another friend. Sen and Hyaku always cuddle together, but when he tries to join them they get all angry. Your cats are bullies,” the younger man whines as he sits up almost a little too fast, crawling over to wiggle his way into Sungmin’s personal space. He’s never been good with boundaries, but the way that he gets his head into Sungmin’s lap to look up at him has his boyfriend looking down at him over his glasses. Damn that puppy dog pout.
“I really have to get this finished, Hae. If we want to have any time together this weekend, I need to get it done tonight.” A sigh escapes Sungmin’s lips when Donghae’s lower lip begins to tremble, eyes glossing over with unshed tears. Sungmin swears he should be an actor.
“Please, Minnie? I’ll take you out for ice cream and make a date out of it. We haven’t been able to go out on a proper date for weeks now.” Guilt tripping is definitely Donghae’s specialty - either that, or Sungmin is just incredibly weak against his charms. “You can finish it tomorrow, and I’ll even help if there’s anything I can do.”
Sungmin contemplates his options; if he keeps trying to ignore the other man it was likely that Donghae would just keep bothering him, and the two of them would end up fighting. But, if he just gives in and lets Donghae have his way, things would probably go much smoother. Not to mention where their dates usually led them.
“Alright, fine. But we are not getting another dog. I don’t care how much you pout at me,” Sungmin concedes, marking his place and setting his work on the coffee table, “let’s go to that café with the gelato, it’s just a few blocks from the pet store we got Bada.”
“Thank you, Min!” Donghae almost squeals, lifting himself up and throwing his arms around the smaller man in an overly affectionate gesture. However, Sungmin can’t find a reason to complain when those thin lips are pressed against his own in something that’s more of a smile than a kiss, “I promise we’ll have fun. You probably need a break anyway.”
“I suppose. This work is starting to give me a headache; a little fresh air will be nice.”
Sungmin waits until Donghae sees fit to climb off of his lap before standing as well, small pops coming from his spine as he stretches out.
~*~*~
It’s a little cool for ice cream, Sungmin thinks, though the thought quickly leaves his mind as he watches Donghae happily devour a mess of peanut and chocolate. His own strawberry cheesecake gelato is quickly disappearing as warmth spreads through his body from where his hand is clasped in Donghae’s.
It’s something childish and simple, but something about it has him smiling and laughing softly.
“Is something funny? Is it that joke that Jongwoon-hyung was telling us? Cause I really didn’t get it. He’s really weird.” Donghae is babbling again and Sungmin can’t help the laughter that comes out in response.
“No, I was just thinking about how cute you are,” Sungmin admits, thinking the way that his cheeks heat up is silly. They’ve been together for more than a year, but he still feels like a silly schoolgirl with a crush sometimes.
It can probably be chalked up to Donghae’s childish demeanor.
“Aww, you’re the cute one, Minnie.” The way Donghae giggles is contagious and Sungmin leans in to kiss the sound from his mouth. It doesn’t matter that it’s slightly sticky and an odd combination of flavors; the kiss is everything that Donghae is, and Sungmin can feel himself falling all over again. “Mmm, you taste good.”
Sungmin replies with a shake of his head and another chuckle when Donghae manages to pull him into the pet shop. It smells a little like sawdust and wet dog, but Donghae doesn’t seem to notice. Sungmin’s nose crinkles at the smell, but he follows along to where the puppies are, and doesn’t even put up a fight when Donghae asks to play with a gaggle of them.
“Hae, no; I already told you that we can’t take another puppy home,” Sungmin groans, scrubbing a hand over his face and trying to ignore the look he’s given, “I told you that no amount of pouting was going to get you what you want.”
Sungmin thinks it’s kind of ridiculous that he has to be the adult between the two of them all the time, and it’s made even worse when Donghae knows just how to work Min and can turn on the waterworks at the drop of a hat. Also, he’s so goddamned cute.
“But you know I’ll take really good care of him. And I have enough money to pay for him and-” Donghae’s pleas are cut off when Sungmin slaps a hand over his mouth. Donghae is sure that he can see Sungmin’s eye twitch when he looks down at the fluffy black puppy he has snuggled under his chin.
“Alright, fine. But if that little monster ruins one thing in the house, he’s gone. I am not going through another episode of Bada’s towel chewing.” It’s completely unfair how easily Donghae can get what he wants from him, he’ll have to get him back for that someday. “And he’s not sleeping in the bed. Ever.”
Donghae simply nods fast enough to remind Sungmin of a bobble head and squeals with delight.
Sungmin feels exhausted by the time that they get home, but luckily the younger man has enough energy to make sure that the new puppy is safe and well adjusted with the other animals.
Sungmin is almost asleep when Donghae presses his lips to the sensitive patch of skin right behind his ear.
“You asleep, babe?” Donghae’ voice is low, soft enough to rouse Sungmin from his drowsy state. “Because I really wanted to show you how happy you make me.”
Sungmin knows that it isn’t just about the puppy, or the fact that he gives into his silly whims so easily. It’s more than the meals he makes, or how he listens to every bit of nonsense that comes out of Donghae’s mouth.
Donghae’s eyes are soft, but there’s a smoldering heat behind them when Sungmin turns over to drape his arms around his neck and smile blearily up at him.
“How about you show me how much you love me instead.”
“Aren’t they the same thing?” Donghae looks a little bewildered but doesn’t stop trailing his hand over the waistband of Sungmin’s jeans.
“Yeah, I think they are.”