Love Me? - Part 3
Title: Love Me?
Author: purpleafterglow
Pairing: EunHae
Fandom: Super Junior
Genre: Angst, Fluff (it'll eventually get there, I swear!), (some smut later... maybe >_>)
Length: 910 words
Part: 3 of...?
Rating: G for this part (:
Summary: I want you to love me. Could you do that for me? (Sorry, I kind of suck at these... >_<)
A/N: I'm reeeeaaaallyyyy sorry about not posting in... months. School has been dumping a lot of work on me =/. Took me longer to right this part than any of the other ones, & I think it'll take even longer for part 4 >.< Anywhoo, enjoy~
Part I | Part II
“Why do you do this to me?” you said before slamming me against the wall of my room.
We are on my bed, looking up pictures of EunHae on my lap top. It took you awhile to finally agree with me that it was in fact EunHae, and not HaeHyuk. We laugh a couple of times when we would play around and hit each other in the gifs, but the laughs slowly died down when we would hug each other, indicating that everything was all right. I beam down at the screen, feeling happy that there was at least one way that I could show my affection toward you in public: fanservice. I enjoyed it most of the time, when it worked in my favor.
I feel you go silent after a while beside me when our hugs would last a bit longer than intended, when our hands seemed to have difficulty leaving each other’s bodies in these pictures. I quieted too, thinking of this warm feeling that would blossom in my stomach each time we touched in the pictures, and how that same feeling is beginning to appear in my stomach right now as you rest your head onto my shoulder to get a better view of the laptop.
I click onto the next image and stare. It was the clip of you coming over to me while I was singing during the Super Show and kissing me lightly on the cheek. The gif replayed over and over again, making us both blush. I click onto the next page of pictures to see a gif of you running over to me and jumping on me in a hug at the Super Show. The page showed images of you doing the same thing, recorded at different angles. I laugh, a bit awkwardly too, and shut the lap top.
Enough of that…
I set the computer aside and turn to face you to find you watching me. I feel my face heat up a bit. I wish I didn’t blush so easily when it comes to you. You move so that you’re on your knees, facing me. You stare at me with parted lips, I can’t help but notice. You smile sadly at me, your face longing. You inch forward and open your mouth to say something. You close it, thinking twice about it and look down, sighing.
Why do you look so sad, Hae? I can’t bring myself to ask.
I gather up what little courage I have and move my hand underneath your chin. I pull your face to mine and smile warmly. Your wide eyes soften and you smile back at me.
“Hyukjae,” you whisper so softly that if it wasn’t for the movement of your lips, I may have thought I imagined it.
You close your eyes and sigh again, your breath blowing in my face and smelling of strawberries. I fight back a whimper, my breath shaking as I move my hands down your shoulders.
“Donghae…” I breathe, leaning into you.
So close, you’re so close…
I let my eyelids drop as I get closer to your face, to your mouth. When my lips are just less than a centimeter away from brushing yours, you suddenly pull away, resting your forehead onto my shoulder with a shaky breath. Your fingers grasp at my shirt and you mumble my name into the cloth before violently pushing me away. You get off the bed and make your way to the door, leaving me to stare at your back, frozen.
“Don’t,” leaves my lips. “Please… don’t.”
Your hand freezes on the door knob. I stare at your back for a moment and how the muscles are tensed and tight. Your hands flatten against the door and you lean your forehead against the wood, a sigh leaving your mouth. I slowly get off the bed and take a step toward you, and then another until my breath begins to blow against your neck. My hands make their way atop yours and my fingers wrap around your fisted ones, slightly squeezing. I breathe your name across your shoulder, my lips grazing the skin there, and feel you shudder against me.
I want you is what I want to say, but something at the back of my mind tells me that no, I really shouldn’t-that this, what I want and need from you is wrong. My conscious begs for me to be unselfish and to think about Super Junior, and of how bad it would turn out if my feelings for you were to come out to the world, to our fans. And then with a jolt, I realize painfully that I can’t have you. You’re most likely not gay and I bet you would rather marry a girl, one that could give you children…
“Dammit,” I mutter and my hands drop from yours.
You slowly straighten up and turn to face me. And I feel a part of me break when I see tears begin to leave your eyes and stain your cheeks.
“Dammit, Hyukjae!” you say loudly, stepping up so close to me that I can taste your breath on my tongue. “Why?” you say even louder, chocked sobs beginning to escape from your lips.
Your fingers grip at my arms and you slam me against the wall, pressing yourself against me.
“Why do you do this to me?” A whisper, soft, but still so affective…
Author: purpleafterglow
Pairing: EunHae
Fandom: Super Junior
Genre: Angst, Fluff (it'll eventually get there, I swear!), (some smut later... maybe >_>)
Length: 910 words
Part: 3 of...?
Rating: G for this part (:
Summary: I want you to love me. Could you do that for me? (Sorry, I kind of suck at these... >_<)
A/N: I'm reeeeaaaallyyyy sorry about not posting in... months. School has been dumping a lot of work on me =/. Took me longer to right this part than any of the other ones, & I think it'll take even longer for part 4 >.< Anywhoo, enjoy~
Part I | Part II
“Why do you do this to me?” you said before slamming me against the wall of my room.
We are on my bed, looking up pictures of EunHae on my lap top. It took you awhile to finally agree with me that it was in fact EunHae, and not HaeHyuk. We laugh a couple of times when we would play around and hit each other in the gifs, but the laughs slowly died down when we would hug each other, indicating that everything was all right. I beam down at the screen, feeling happy that there was at least one way that I could show my affection toward you in public: fanservice. I enjoyed it most of the time, when it worked in my favor.
I feel you go silent after a while beside me when our hugs would last a bit longer than intended, when our hands seemed to have difficulty leaving each other’s bodies in these pictures. I quieted too, thinking of this warm feeling that would blossom in my stomach each time we touched in the pictures, and how that same feeling is beginning to appear in my stomach right now as you rest your head onto my shoulder to get a better view of the laptop.
I click onto the next image and stare. It was the clip of you coming over to me while I was singing during the Super Show and kissing me lightly on the cheek. The gif replayed over and over again, making us both blush. I click onto the next page of pictures to see a gif of you running over to me and jumping on me in a hug at the Super Show. The page showed images of you doing the same thing, recorded at different angles. I laugh, a bit awkwardly too, and shut the lap top.
Enough of that…
I set the computer aside and turn to face you to find you watching me. I feel my face heat up a bit. I wish I didn’t blush so easily when it comes to you. You move so that you’re on your knees, facing me. You stare at me with parted lips, I can’t help but notice. You smile sadly at me, your face longing. You inch forward and open your mouth to say something. You close it, thinking twice about it and look down, sighing.
Why do you look so sad, Hae? I can’t bring myself to ask.
I gather up what little courage I have and move my hand underneath your chin. I pull your face to mine and smile warmly. Your wide eyes soften and you smile back at me.
“Hyukjae,” you whisper so softly that if it wasn’t for the movement of your lips, I may have thought I imagined it.
You close your eyes and sigh again, your breath blowing in my face and smelling of strawberries. I fight back a whimper, my breath shaking as I move my hands down your shoulders.
“Donghae…” I breathe, leaning into you.
So close, you’re so close…
I let my eyelids drop as I get closer to your face, to your mouth. When my lips are just less than a centimeter away from brushing yours, you suddenly pull away, resting your forehead onto my shoulder with a shaky breath. Your fingers grasp at my shirt and you mumble my name into the cloth before violently pushing me away. You get off the bed and make your way to the door, leaving me to stare at your back, frozen.
“Don’t,” leaves my lips. “Please… don’t.”
Your hand freezes on the door knob. I stare at your back for a moment and how the muscles are tensed and tight. Your hands flatten against the door and you lean your forehead against the wood, a sigh leaving your mouth. I slowly get off the bed and take a step toward you, and then another until my breath begins to blow against your neck. My hands make their way atop yours and my fingers wrap around your fisted ones, slightly squeezing. I breathe your name across your shoulder, my lips grazing the skin there, and feel you shudder against me.
I want you is what I want to say, but something at the back of my mind tells me that no, I really shouldn’t-that this, what I want and need from you is wrong. My conscious begs for me to be unselfish and to think about Super Junior, and of how bad it would turn out if my feelings for you were to come out to the world, to our fans. And then with a jolt, I realize painfully that I can’t have you. You’re most likely not gay and I bet you would rather marry a girl, one that could give you children…
“Dammit,” I mutter and my hands drop from yours.
You slowly straighten up and turn to face me. And I feel a part of me break when I see tears begin to leave your eyes and stain your cheeks.
“Dammit, Hyukjae!” you say loudly, stepping up so close to me that I can taste your breath on my tongue. “Why?” you say even louder, chocked sobs beginning to escape from your lips.
Your fingers grip at my arms and you slam me against the wall, pressing yourself against me.
“Why do you do this to me?” A whisper, soft, but still so affective…