super junior; we've got all the time in the world
We've got all the time in the world
Kibum/Donghae (+ one ninja pairing) AU, pg-13
There are mornings when Donghae would wake up with Kibum’s arms around his waist and tousled, almost black hair stuck to a head tucked under his, soft breathing hitting his neck. But then there are those mornings when Donghae would wake up to an empty and cold space next to him on the bed. Those are the mornings that hurt.
A/N: I finally got this one written. Inspiration taken from the song "Tic Toc" (english version, aka not SJ's version). And: I wrote Kihae again O: That needs to be celebrated.
There’s one thing that Donghae thinks about and ponders about very often. And that thing is Kim Kibum.
Donghae really doesn’t understand what’s going through the man’s brain, and neither does he understand the visits he gets almost every day, especially the way Kibum leaves so quickly confuses him. But there’s one thing he really can’t seem to understand, at all. And that’s what he means to Kibum, or if he means anything at all. Donghae has a pretty clear picture of what Kibum means to him, but he’s unsure if the feeling’s mutual.
The whole thing started a few months ago, in a supermarket.
Donghae was standing in the line to the checkout, humming under his breath on a recent favored song of his and then he looked up after having placed the few items he was going to buy on the reserve band and was met by a pair of chocolate brown orbs, a polite smile and a handsome face with tousled dark brown hair than hung down over his ears.
“Hello,” said the cashier and Donghae greeted back. The cashier’s name tag read Kim Kibum. He looked young and a pair of large headphones hung around his neck, the music on so loud that Donghae could just about make out a few words. As he handed him his bankcard he asked, “Is that Epik High?” The cashier looked up at him with surprised eyes which turned into amusement.
“Yeah, it is. You like them?”
“Yeah.” Donghae got back his card and a receipt on which he scribbled down his name and the cashier took it and handed him another. “Thank you,” mumbled Donghae and took his stuff, placed them into his backpack and with a last glance at Kim Kibum he walked out. He had just about come a few meters out through the doors when he heard running steps behind him and a voice that called, “Donghae-sshi!” He turned around and the cashier man stopped in front of him, a soda can in his outstretched hand.
“You forgot this.” He smiled; baring shining white teeth and Donghae blinked a few times at the bright smile.
“Oh, thank you,” he said with a sheepish smile and took the soda. They stood quietly a few seconds which felt like minutes to Donghae. Then the dark headed young man bowed lightly.
“Welcome back, Donghae-sshi.” With a last smile of his, he turned around on his heels and rushed back. Donghae stood still a few seconds more before he smiled a little to himself, thinking, maybe I will.
He did go back to the supermarket, Kim Kibum wasn’t always there, but when he was they talked a little and it didn’t take long before Kim Kibum presented himself, and he became simply Kibum. Donghae found out that Kibum was one year younger than himself (which surprised him greatly) and only worked part-time at the supermarket and acted in small plays the rest of the time. Kibum in return got to know that Donghae worked at a recording studio and danced in his spare time.
Eventually, when Donghae one day got his receipt back, it had a row of numbers scribbled down on it, and a message under, call me.
Things developed quickly from there and Donghae found that maybe, he was actually falling a bit more than a little for Kibum.
After around two weeks of dating, it happened for the first time. It was a Sunday evening, Donghae remembers and the two of them were hanging out at Kibum’s apartment. There was nothing unusual about that, they were sitting close to each other in the sofa, snuggling up against each other, watching some romantic film like some kind of sappy couple. Gentle kisses were being exchanged, and as hands started to wander, they turned more passionate. It didn’t take long until Donghae was looking up at Kibum with misted eyes from where he was lying on his back on the blue sofa, eager hands pushing up his shirt to bunch under his arms.
He briefly thought about protesting, as he and Kibum both had work tomorrow, but the thought was quickly pushed out of his mind and replaced by, oh god oh god oh god.
(For the record, none of them went to work the next day.)
After that, almost all their dates would end up with them in a sweaty and panting mess in either one’s bed.
There are some mornings that Donghae would wake up and a delicious smell of coffee and breakfast would come from the kitchen. Kibum’s a good cook. Or, he is when it comes to simple things, like breakfast and lunch and he knows how to bake. Fancy things he can’t make, but Donghae doesn’t think it matters anyway. (There are restaurants and take-away food for a reason.) There are mornings when Donghae would wake up with Kibum’s arms around his waist and tousled, almost black hair stuck to a head tucked under his, soft breathing hitting his neck.
But then there are those mornings when Donghae would wake up to an empty and cold space next to him on the bed. Those are the mornings that hurt. Really bad. Later in the day when Kibum would call, Donghae would be a bit distant and hesitant. Then Kibum would come over, pressing Donghae to a wall, or the sofa, or the bed, and all other thoughts but the way Kibum is kissing him, would vanish.
Nowadays, Donghae’s really confused, and he can no longer just ignore the what ifs and the maybes and the whys that ever day are going around and around in his brain.
Donghae wonders if Kibum really likes him, or if he just sees Donghae as someone you can have sex with. Donghae doesn’t want that. He really likes Kibum. His friends, however, don’t. Hyukjae, his best friend, had one day asked, “Shall I beat him up for you? He shouldn’t do this to you.” Donghae had smiled and shook his head. No, please don’t. Not yet at least. As if Hyukjae would be able to beat him up, anyway. He may be younger than them both, but he is stronger.
It’s Thursday when Donghae decides to actually do something (and he fails miserably).
“Hey,” he greets Kibum who’s as usual standing behind the check out disk.
“Hi,” Kibum greets back with a smile. It’s fairly empty in the supermarket, no one’s in Kibum’s line. Suits Donghae perfect.
“You… I, uh. I have to get to know this one thing.” Donghae stutters and inspects his nails.
“What?” wonders Kibum and leans forward. “Ah never mind,” mutters Donghae, distracted by the red plump lips coming closer and closer to his, and rushes out. Kibum stares blankly after him.
“You’re an idiot,” mutters Hyukjae later when they are in Donghae’s apartment after Donghae called him over. Donghae whines into a pillow.“Why didn’t you just ask him?”
“I- I couldn’t, okay? I mean, what if he really doesn’t feel anything for me? What if I ruin this? And besides, he was leaning forward so that his shirt hung a little loose and his lips!” exclaims Donghae exasperated. Hyukjae sighs and sits down next to Donghae on the sofa.
“Idiot,” he mutters. Donghae doesn’t know if he means him or Kibum.
The next time he has the opportunity to do something about the situation is on a Saturday (this time, he chickens out in the end, and Kibum still wonders where he went).
It’s a sunny afternoon, Donghae is at Kibum’s and he’s a bit nervous. Kibum’s looking at him like that again. And the way he gestures for Donghae to come closer can only mean one thing. Donghae takes a step backwards, Hyukjae’s words ringing in his ears, ask him ask him ask him demand to get to know what the fuck he’s doing do it do it do it. He can’t. Kibum takes a step forward. Donghae has never felt so small in his entire life before.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asks Kibum in a soft voice, surprising Donghae.
“N-nothing,” squeaks Donghae and immediately wants to slap himself. Kibum doesn’t look like he believes him.
“Something’s wrong,” he states as he corners Donghae into (surprisingly) a corner.
“N-no?” Kibum’s hands on either side of his face and he leans in, causing Donghae to press back against the wall. Kibum raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
“Out with it,” he barks and it’s the first time Donghae’s heard him like that. He’s usually very sweet, despite being very dominant in bed, and his bossy moods are few. Donghae licks his lips and then nervously bites down on the bottom lip.
“It’s nothing,” he tries and looks down at his toes. Hmm, he’s wearing un-matching socks, one red and the other blue. His left big toe is peeking out also. Hmm, I need new socks, maybe I can steal some from Hyuk…
“Donghae,” says Kibum, voice soft once again and uses on hand to push up Donghae’s chin so he’s looking at him. “Tell me what’s wrong.” And it’s so hard for Donghae to do just that, when Kibum’s looking so innocent and concerned and- Kibum’s telephone rings. He ignores it.
“Aren’t you going to pick it up?” asks Donghae. Kibum looks back and forth between Donghae and the living room’s door where the telephone is. After the 6th ring, he sighs and slips away to answer the phone. Donghae takes his chance and when Kibum’s back, Donghae’s nowhere to be seen.
“You ran away?!” exclaims Hyukjae and Donghae presses his lips together. “Ah, what did I do to deserve such a big idiot to friend?” Hyukjae ducks away from the pillow Donghae throws at him.
“Shut up,” he mutters. “I just couldn’t.”
“That’s the second time you said you ‘just couldn’t do it’,” argues Hyukjae.
“Shut up, you’re supposed to be my friend. I’m sad, bring me ice cream,” commands Donghae.
“Whatever,” sighs Hyukjae but fetches the ice cream anyway. “I’ll give you one more chance and if you ain’t do anything, then I am.”
It’s late a Tuesday evening when Kibum decides to do something about the way Donghae’s treating him lately (needless to say, he can’t pull anything out of Donghae but moans, and while that’s nice, that was not what he wanted to hear).
Donghae’s cell phone rings. Kibum, reads the screen. He hesitates a moment before sighing and pressing the green button.
“Hello?”
“Donghae, it’s me,” says Kibum in the other end.
“Hi Kibum.” Donghae falls silent.
“Is everything alright with you, Hae?”
“Yeah, of course. Why do you even need to ask?”
“I don’t know, maybe because you haven’t called or answered my calls for a week now.”
“Oh. Oh right.”
“Donghae, what’s wrong?” There’s that concerned voice again. Donghae swallows. Before he can say no, nothing’s wrong, Kibum adds, “And don’t you dare say nothing’s wrong. I can clearly tell that something’s wrong.” Damnit. There’s a pregnant silence until Kibum sighs lightly. “I’ll come over.” That’s when Donghae finally manages to speak.
“No!” he exclaims, surprising himself even.
“…”
“Uh, I- I didn’t mean it like that…”
“I’m on my way to you now,” says Kibum and Donghae can hear the faint sound of a door closing. Then the line goes dead.
Kibum arrives before Donghae has managed to find a good hiding place. And then it goes as it goes. Donghae’s never been good at resisting Kibum. But, he thinks, at least Kibum was unable to pull Donghae’s worrying out into the open. If that’s a good thing or not may need some discussing. When Donghae wakes up the next morning, Kibum’s sleeping next to him, looking so peaceful and content that Donghae feels peaceful himself. Then Kibum opens his eyes and their gazes lock and Donghae blushes, scrambling after so much covers he can to cover his naked torso.
“Good morning,” says Kibum groggily and it’s like a repeat of the morning after the first time. Kibum glances at the clock on Donghae’s nightstand and smiles lazily, draping an arm around Donghae’s waist. He nuzzles his head into Donghae’s neck and begins breathing slowly.
“Hey, are you falling asleep again?” asks Donghae, confused.
“Yeah,” is the answer he gets.
"But work?”
“Who cares about work? We got all the time in the world,” Kibum mumbles and falls asleep again. We do? When did that happen? thinks Donghae but then his eyelids feel so heavy, so heavy and he soon falls asleep too.
“I’ve said it before,” begins Hyukjae, “and I do not like to repeat it but, you. Are. An. Idiot.”
“I know,” sighs Donghae. “But I mean it’s not like it’s any hurry, right?” Kibum’s words are ringing in his ears like some kind of mantra. Even though he’s not so sure he believes it.
“… I can’t believe you. First you were a total wreck over this and now you say it’s no hurry?!” Hyukjae rests his head on the kitchen table, moaning lowly. “Are you guys together or not?”
“I don’t know…” “How long have you been … dating and having sex?” Hyukjae looks up at Donghae.
“About … two months maybe?” Hyukjae lets his head fall against the table again with a thud.
“Gosh, you are so stupid,” he mutters. “I told you, I’m not going to just stand here watching anymore. If you ain’t doing anything about it, then I’m going to.”
Donghae looks out through the window at the rain and doesn’t seem to have heard his friend.
When something actually happens (and admittedly, it is more Hyukjae’s doing than anybody else’s), it is Friday at noon.
Donghae’s in the middle of his work when the door to the studio opens and Kibum steps in. Donghae stares shocked at him.
“Hi,” Kibum says. There’s something in his voice that makes Donghae nervous.
“Hi,” he greets back. Donghae’s boss furrows his eyebrows at him and then gestures with his hands at him to get out of the studio if they’re going to talk. Donghae bows lightly at his boss, Park Jungsoo, and motions for Kibum to go to the right, out through the door. Outside the studio in the grey corridor, Donghae leans back against the wall.
“So, um. Did you want anything?”
“Yes, yes there’s something.” Without saying anything else, Kibum steps closer to Donghae. “Your friend, Hyukjae-sshi, spoke to me.”
“He did?” Donghae nervously flickers with his eyes and can’t seem to find anything to stare at.
“Yeah, he did. He told me you wanted to break up.”
“Yea- Wait, what?” Kibum looks at him in silence and Donghae swallows hard. “That’s, that’s not-“
“Don’t you like me Donghae?” Kibum wonders and his eyes are blank.
“What? Yes, of course I like you, Kibum,” says Donghae, ever so confused.
“Then why do you want to break up?”
“Are we together?” Kibum stares at him like he’s stupid. “I- I didn’t even know if we were together,” splutters Donghae. The world’s spinning and spinning and spinning. In the middle of it all, he and Kibum are standing still.
“We’ve been going on dates for two months, we’ve been having sex for two months, and we’ve been together for two months, Donghae. I thought you knew that.”
“I wasn’t sure. You never said anything about us being together,” insists Donghae.
“Are you a girl? Do you need me to say that hey, Donghae, you’re my boyfriend and I’m yours?”
“I’m not a girl,” says Donghae and feels a blush creeping up his neck.
“But the important thing here isn’t if we were together or not, the thing is if you want to break up or not,” Kibum interrupts.
“I don’t want to break up,” says Donghae.
“Really? You don’t?” “I don’t.” “Then why did Hyukjae-sshi say that you wanted?”
“I don’t know, he’s crazy,” wails Donghae. “I really like you; I don’t want to break up.” It’s weird how easy the words slips from his lips now that he’s actually not worried about saying them since all he can think is, were we together? Kibum looks relieved and leans closer to the other, places both hands on the wall on each side of his face and kisses him on the lips.
“Good, me too,” he murmurs against Donghae’s lips.
“W-What did you say?”
“I said I really like you too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. Idiot,” smiles Kibum.
“Then why … why did you often leave so fast after we had done it?”
“… “Kibum sighs. “I was afraid that if I’d stay, I’d just stay forever and ever. I’d be trapped, you know. “ And with that, it was like a stone had been lifted from Donghae’s heart.
“I see,” he says and smiles. “But next time, stay. I don’t mind you staying forever and ever.”
“Aren’t you corny,” laughs Kibum and pecks Donghae on the lips.
“Shut up,” smiles Donghae.
“I knew it!” exclaims Hyukjae. “You should just have asked him from the beginning. God I hate you for having me to go talk with him.”
“I never said you should go talk to him,” argues Donghae.
“Well I did and look, now everything’s fine again. I deserve some kind of prize or something…” Donghae just smiles at his friend.
“Are you going to see Kibum today?” asks Hyukjae suddenly.
“Yeah, later tonight. He’ll be staying for two days also.”
“Oh, he is now? Aw, how cute. Not. You make me barf,” complained Hyukjae. Donghae smacked him over the head.
“Stop being with Kyuhyun and Heechul so much, clearly they’re rubbing off on you.”
“Whatever,” mumbled Hyukjae. Then he lit up in a smile. “Does this mean that everything’s fine between you guys? So you can stop bothering me with your ridiculous problems? So I can finally spend more time with Sungmin?”
“I love you so much, do you know that?”
“Yeah I do. It’s because I’m so awesome.” Hyukjae grins wide.
“Seriously, stop being with Kyuhyun and Heechul.”
It’s when Donghae rushes around like some sped-up bunny in his flat, yelling at Kibum to get your fucking ass off the chair and get dressed or we’ll be late for ceremony, that Kibum grabs his wrist and pulls him into his lap and kisses him until he’s silent. Relax, hyung, we got all the time in the world, using the words he once said, again and again until Donghae makes a small noise in the back of his throat but doesn’t disagree. After all, they’ve got all the time in the world.
(But Siwon and his Chinese boyfriend do not appreciate that they’re a half hour late to Siwon’s little sister’s graduation, they later find out, and apparently we got all the time in the world, isn’t good enough of an excuse for that.)
The End
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Kibum/Donghae (+ one ninja pairing) AU, pg-13
There are mornings when Donghae would wake up with Kibum’s arms around his waist and tousled, almost black hair stuck to a head tucked under his, soft breathing hitting his neck. But then there are those mornings when Donghae would wake up to an empty and cold space next to him on the bed. Those are the mornings that hurt.
A/N: I finally got this one written. Inspiration taken from the song "Tic Toc" (english version, aka not SJ's version). And: I wrote Kihae again O: That needs to be celebrated.
There’s one thing that Donghae thinks about and ponders about very often. And that thing is Kim Kibum.
Donghae really doesn’t understand what’s going through the man’s brain, and neither does he understand the visits he gets almost every day, especially the way Kibum leaves so quickly confuses him. But there’s one thing he really can’t seem to understand, at all. And that’s what he means to Kibum, or if he means anything at all. Donghae has a pretty clear picture of what Kibum means to him, but he’s unsure if the feeling’s mutual.
The whole thing started a few months ago, in a supermarket.
Donghae was standing in the line to the checkout, humming under his breath on a recent favored song of his and then he looked up after having placed the few items he was going to buy on the reserve band and was met by a pair of chocolate brown orbs, a polite smile and a handsome face with tousled dark brown hair than hung down over his ears.
“Hello,” said the cashier and Donghae greeted back. The cashier’s name tag read Kim Kibum. He looked young and a pair of large headphones hung around his neck, the music on so loud that Donghae could just about make out a few words. As he handed him his bankcard he asked, “Is that Epik High?” The cashier looked up at him with surprised eyes which turned into amusement.
“Yeah, it is. You like them?”
“Yeah.” Donghae got back his card and a receipt on which he scribbled down his name and the cashier took it and handed him another. “Thank you,” mumbled Donghae and took his stuff, placed them into his backpack and with a last glance at Kim Kibum he walked out. He had just about come a few meters out through the doors when he heard running steps behind him and a voice that called, “Donghae-sshi!” He turned around and the cashier man stopped in front of him, a soda can in his outstretched hand.
“You forgot this.” He smiled; baring shining white teeth and Donghae blinked a few times at the bright smile.
“Oh, thank you,” he said with a sheepish smile and took the soda. They stood quietly a few seconds which felt like minutes to Donghae. Then the dark headed young man bowed lightly.
“Welcome back, Donghae-sshi.” With a last smile of his, he turned around on his heels and rushed back. Donghae stood still a few seconds more before he smiled a little to himself, thinking, maybe I will.
He did go back to the supermarket, Kim Kibum wasn’t always there, but when he was they talked a little and it didn’t take long before Kim Kibum presented himself, and he became simply Kibum. Donghae found out that Kibum was one year younger than himself (which surprised him greatly) and only worked part-time at the supermarket and acted in small plays the rest of the time. Kibum in return got to know that Donghae worked at a recording studio and danced in his spare time.
Eventually, when Donghae one day got his receipt back, it had a row of numbers scribbled down on it, and a message under, call me.
Things developed quickly from there and Donghae found that maybe, he was actually falling a bit more than a little for Kibum.
After around two weeks of dating, it happened for the first time. It was a Sunday evening, Donghae remembers and the two of them were hanging out at Kibum’s apartment. There was nothing unusual about that, they were sitting close to each other in the sofa, snuggling up against each other, watching some romantic film like some kind of sappy couple. Gentle kisses were being exchanged, and as hands started to wander, they turned more passionate. It didn’t take long until Donghae was looking up at Kibum with misted eyes from where he was lying on his back on the blue sofa, eager hands pushing up his shirt to bunch under his arms.
He briefly thought about protesting, as he and Kibum both had work tomorrow, but the thought was quickly pushed out of his mind and replaced by, oh god oh god oh god.
(For the record, none of them went to work the next day.)
After that, almost all their dates would end up with them in a sweaty and panting mess in either one’s bed.
There are some mornings that Donghae would wake up and a delicious smell of coffee and breakfast would come from the kitchen. Kibum’s a good cook. Or, he is when it comes to simple things, like breakfast and lunch and he knows how to bake. Fancy things he can’t make, but Donghae doesn’t think it matters anyway. (There are restaurants and take-away food for a reason.) There are mornings when Donghae would wake up with Kibum’s arms around his waist and tousled, almost black hair stuck to a head tucked under his, soft breathing hitting his neck.
But then there are those mornings when Donghae would wake up to an empty and cold space next to him on the bed. Those are the mornings that hurt. Really bad. Later in the day when Kibum would call, Donghae would be a bit distant and hesitant. Then Kibum would come over, pressing Donghae to a wall, or the sofa, or the bed, and all other thoughts but the way Kibum is kissing him, would vanish.
Nowadays, Donghae’s really confused, and he can no longer just ignore the what ifs and the maybes and the whys that ever day are going around and around in his brain.
Donghae wonders if Kibum really likes him, or if he just sees Donghae as someone you can have sex with. Donghae doesn’t want that. He really likes Kibum. His friends, however, don’t. Hyukjae, his best friend, had one day asked, “Shall I beat him up for you? He shouldn’t do this to you.” Donghae had smiled and shook his head. No, please don’t. Not yet at least. As if Hyukjae would be able to beat him up, anyway. He may be younger than them both, but he is stronger.
It’s Thursday when Donghae decides to actually do something (and he fails miserably).
“Hey,” he greets Kibum who’s as usual standing behind the check out disk.
“Hi,” Kibum greets back with a smile. It’s fairly empty in the supermarket, no one’s in Kibum’s line. Suits Donghae perfect.
“You… I, uh. I have to get to know this one thing.” Donghae stutters and inspects his nails.
“What?” wonders Kibum and leans forward. “Ah never mind,” mutters Donghae, distracted by the red plump lips coming closer and closer to his, and rushes out. Kibum stares blankly after him.
“You’re an idiot,” mutters Hyukjae later when they are in Donghae’s apartment after Donghae called him over. Donghae whines into a pillow.“Why didn’t you just ask him?”
“I- I couldn’t, okay? I mean, what if he really doesn’t feel anything for me? What if I ruin this? And besides, he was leaning forward so that his shirt hung a little loose and his lips!” exclaims Donghae exasperated. Hyukjae sighs and sits down next to Donghae on the sofa.
“Idiot,” he mutters. Donghae doesn’t know if he means him or Kibum.
The next time he has the opportunity to do something about the situation is on a Saturday (this time, he chickens out in the end, and Kibum still wonders where he went).
It’s a sunny afternoon, Donghae is at Kibum’s and he’s a bit nervous. Kibum’s looking at him like that again. And the way he gestures for Donghae to come closer can only mean one thing. Donghae takes a step backwards, Hyukjae’s words ringing in his ears, ask him ask him ask him demand to get to know what the fuck he’s doing do it do it do it. He can’t. Kibum takes a step forward. Donghae has never felt so small in his entire life before.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asks Kibum in a soft voice, surprising Donghae.
“N-nothing,” squeaks Donghae and immediately wants to slap himself. Kibum doesn’t look like he believes him.
“Something’s wrong,” he states as he corners Donghae into (surprisingly) a corner.
“N-no?” Kibum’s hands on either side of his face and he leans in, causing Donghae to press back against the wall. Kibum raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
“Out with it,” he barks and it’s the first time Donghae’s heard him like that. He’s usually very sweet, despite being very dominant in bed, and his bossy moods are few. Donghae licks his lips and then nervously bites down on the bottom lip.
“It’s nothing,” he tries and looks down at his toes. Hmm, he’s wearing un-matching socks, one red and the other blue. His left big toe is peeking out also. Hmm, I need new socks, maybe I can steal some from Hyuk…
“Donghae,” says Kibum, voice soft once again and uses on hand to push up Donghae’s chin so he’s looking at him. “Tell me what’s wrong.” And it’s so hard for Donghae to do just that, when Kibum’s looking so innocent and concerned and- Kibum’s telephone rings. He ignores it.
“Aren’t you going to pick it up?” asks Donghae. Kibum looks back and forth between Donghae and the living room’s door where the telephone is. After the 6th ring, he sighs and slips away to answer the phone. Donghae takes his chance and when Kibum’s back, Donghae’s nowhere to be seen.
“You ran away?!” exclaims Hyukjae and Donghae presses his lips together. “Ah, what did I do to deserve such a big idiot to friend?” Hyukjae ducks away from the pillow Donghae throws at him.
“Shut up,” he mutters. “I just couldn’t.”
“That’s the second time you said you ‘just couldn’t do it’,” argues Hyukjae.
“Shut up, you’re supposed to be my friend. I’m sad, bring me ice cream,” commands Donghae.
“Whatever,” sighs Hyukjae but fetches the ice cream anyway. “I’ll give you one more chance and if you ain’t do anything, then I am.”
It’s late a Tuesday evening when Kibum decides to do something about the way Donghae’s treating him lately (needless to say, he can’t pull anything out of Donghae but moans, and while that’s nice, that was not what he wanted to hear).
Donghae’s cell phone rings. Kibum, reads the screen. He hesitates a moment before sighing and pressing the green button.
“Hello?”
“Donghae, it’s me,” says Kibum in the other end.
“Hi Kibum.” Donghae falls silent.
“Is everything alright with you, Hae?”
“Yeah, of course. Why do you even need to ask?”
“I don’t know, maybe because you haven’t called or answered my calls for a week now.”
“Oh. Oh right.”
“Donghae, what’s wrong?” There’s that concerned voice again. Donghae swallows. Before he can say no, nothing’s wrong, Kibum adds, “And don’t you dare say nothing’s wrong. I can clearly tell that something’s wrong.” Damnit. There’s a pregnant silence until Kibum sighs lightly. “I’ll come over.” That’s when Donghae finally manages to speak.
“No!” he exclaims, surprising himself even.
“…”
“Uh, I- I didn’t mean it like that…”
“I’m on my way to you now,” says Kibum and Donghae can hear the faint sound of a door closing. Then the line goes dead.
Kibum arrives before Donghae has managed to find a good hiding place. And then it goes as it goes. Donghae’s never been good at resisting Kibum. But, he thinks, at least Kibum was unable to pull Donghae’s worrying out into the open. If that’s a good thing or not may need some discussing. When Donghae wakes up the next morning, Kibum’s sleeping next to him, looking so peaceful and content that Donghae feels peaceful himself. Then Kibum opens his eyes and their gazes lock and Donghae blushes, scrambling after so much covers he can to cover his naked torso.
“Good morning,” says Kibum groggily and it’s like a repeat of the morning after the first time. Kibum glances at the clock on Donghae’s nightstand and smiles lazily, draping an arm around Donghae’s waist. He nuzzles his head into Donghae’s neck and begins breathing slowly.
“Hey, are you falling asleep again?” asks Donghae, confused.
“Yeah,” is the answer he gets.
"But work?”
“Who cares about work? We got all the time in the world,” Kibum mumbles and falls asleep again. We do? When did that happen? thinks Donghae but then his eyelids feel so heavy, so heavy and he soon falls asleep too.
“I’ve said it before,” begins Hyukjae, “and I do not like to repeat it but, you. Are. An. Idiot.”
“I know,” sighs Donghae. “But I mean it’s not like it’s any hurry, right?” Kibum’s words are ringing in his ears like some kind of mantra. Even though he’s not so sure he believes it.
“… I can’t believe you. First you were a total wreck over this and now you say it’s no hurry?!” Hyukjae rests his head on the kitchen table, moaning lowly. “Are you guys together or not?”
“I don’t know…” “How long have you been … dating and having sex?” Hyukjae looks up at Donghae.
“About … two months maybe?” Hyukjae lets his head fall against the table again with a thud.
“Gosh, you are so stupid,” he mutters. “I told you, I’m not going to just stand here watching anymore. If you ain’t doing anything about it, then I’m going to.”
Donghae looks out through the window at the rain and doesn’t seem to have heard his friend.
When something actually happens (and admittedly, it is more Hyukjae’s doing than anybody else’s), it is Friday at noon.
Donghae’s in the middle of his work when the door to the studio opens and Kibum steps in. Donghae stares shocked at him.
“Hi,” Kibum says. There’s something in his voice that makes Donghae nervous.
“Hi,” he greets back. Donghae’s boss furrows his eyebrows at him and then gestures with his hands at him to get out of the studio if they’re going to talk. Donghae bows lightly at his boss, Park Jungsoo, and motions for Kibum to go to the right, out through the door. Outside the studio in the grey corridor, Donghae leans back against the wall.
“So, um. Did you want anything?”
“Yes, yes there’s something.” Without saying anything else, Kibum steps closer to Donghae. “Your friend, Hyukjae-sshi, spoke to me.”
“He did?” Donghae nervously flickers with his eyes and can’t seem to find anything to stare at.
“Yeah, he did. He told me you wanted to break up.”
“Yea- Wait, what?” Kibum looks at him in silence and Donghae swallows hard. “That’s, that’s not-“
“Don’t you like me Donghae?” Kibum wonders and his eyes are blank.
“What? Yes, of course I like you, Kibum,” says Donghae, ever so confused.
“Then why do you want to break up?”
“Are we together?” Kibum stares at him like he’s stupid. “I- I didn’t even know if we were together,” splutters Donghae. The world’s spinning and spinning and spinning. In the middle of it all, he and Kibum are standing still.
“We’ve been going on dates for two months, we’ve been having sex for two months, and we’ve been together for two months, Donghae. I thought you knew that.”
“I wasn’t sure. You never said anything about us being together,” insists Donghae.
“Are you a girl? Do you need me to say that hey, Donghae, you’re my boyfriend and I’m yours?”
“I’m not a girl,” says Donghae and feels a blush creeping up his neck.
“But the important thing here isn’t if we were together or not, the thing is if you want to break up or not,” Kibum interrupts.
“I don’t want to break up,” says Donghae.
“Really? You don’t?” “I don’t.” “Then why did Hyukjae-sshi say that you wanted?”
“I don’t know, he’s crazy,” wails Donghae. “I really like you; I don’t want to break up.” It’s weird how easy the words slips from his lips now that he’s actually not worried about saying them since all he can think is, were we together? Kibum looks relieved and leans closer to the other, places both hands on the wall on each side of his face and kisses him on the lips.
“Good, me too,” he murmurs against Donghae’s lips.
“W-What did you say?”
“I said I really like you too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. Idiot,” smiles Kibum.
“Then why … why did you often leave so fast after we had done it?”
“… “Kibum sighs. “I was afraid that if I’d stay, I’d just stay forever and ever. I’d be trapped, you know. “ And with that, it was like a stone had been lifted from Donghae’s heart.
“I see,” he says and smiles. “But next time, stay. I don’t mind you staying forever and ever.”
“Aren’t you corny,” laughs Kibum and pecks Donghae on the lips.
“Shut up,” smiles Donghae.
“I knew it!” exclaims Hyukjae. “You should just have asked him from the beginning. God I hate you for having me to go talk with him.”
“I never said you should go talk to him,” argues Donghae.
“Well I did and look, now everything’s fine again. I deserve some kind of prize or something…” Donghae just smiles at his friend.
“Are you going to see Kibum today?” asks Hyukjae suddenly.
“Yeah, later tonight. He’ll be staying for two days also.”
“Oh, he is now? Aw, how cute. Not. You make me barf,” complained Hyukjae. Donghae smacked him over the head.
“Stop being with Kyuhyun and Heechul so much, clearly they’re rubbing off on you.”
“Whatever,” mumbled Hyukjae. Then he lit up in a smile. “Does this mean that everything’s fine between you guys? So you can stop bothering me with your ridiculous problems? So I can finally spend more time with Sungmin?”
“I love you so much, do you know that?”
“Yeah I do. It’s because I’m so awesome.” Hyukjae grins wide.
“Seriously, stop being with Kyuhyun and Heechul.”
It’s when Donghae rushes around like some sped-up bunny in his flat, yelling at Kibum to get your fucking ass off the chair and get dressed or we’ll be late for ceremony, that Kibum grabs his wrist and pulls him into his lap and kisses him until he’s silent. Relax, hyung, we got all the time in the world, using the words he once said, again and again until Donghae makes a small noise in the back of his throat but doesn’t disagree. After all, they’ve got all the time in the world.
(But Siwon and his Chinese boyfriend do not appreciate that they’re a half hour late to Siwon’s little sister’s graduation, they later find out, and apparently we got all the time in the world, isn’t good enough of an excuse for that.)
The End
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