Carry Me 2/3

[shinyaimpl13]

Title: Carry Me 2/3
Warning: Sadness?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: HaeHyuk
Summary: "Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses."
-Francois Mauriac


Surprise overtakes him.
He certainly didn't expect this warmth to engulf him. He didn't expect such comfort either. He certainly didn't expect the scent that followed his nose every time he shifted. He can't help but smile softly though. He moves his body, turning ever so slightly. This bed is so comfortable. How stupid are I, he thinks. I gave up everything, everything I had because I thought it'd be cool. I would kill for a bed like this again. He sighs and pushes his head closer into the pillow it rested on. This is so comfortable. He hadn't expected to be put in this bed. Earlier that familiar teenager had insisted he'd stay here. He recalls their who conversation today. It made him feel... normal again

"Come inside," the teen says softly.
Donghae nods and steps forward, slowly and unsure. He didn't want to go in a house he wasn't wanted at-that's his principle. He bites his lower lip as the older teenager grabs at his wrist and pulls him inside. "Come on," he says as he shows a shy smile that's all gums. He nods again and follows the other. As he steps inside he automatically feels warmth surround him, and it feels nice. He wants to smile at the butterflies he feels because of this house, but he doesn't. He doesn't really have much of a reason to smile normally, and his mouth hasn't formed a smile in such a long time, it would be odd and foreign if he smiled. It would be weird and he wouldn't know what to do if he felt himself crack a smile.

He felt a tug at his wrist again.
"Come on, sit." He lets himself be pulled in the direction of what he can see is a living room. He feels odd when he is pushed down to sit on a plush couch. Its tan and it matches perfectly with the room. It must have had a woman's touch. "I'm going to go make tea, stay here." Donghae nods slightly and preoccupies himself with looking around the room. The curtains are nice, and they look silk. He looks at the coffee table. It's clear, and glass, and looks expensive. There's a magazine place on it. It's a pop magazine and he doesn't recognize the face.

He wishes he could recognize the face.
He can't though. He's been too away from the world to see and remember the names of all of the new pop icons. He used to be able to talk about all the bands, point out all of the members in the band and say who associates with who. He used to be able to tell who liked who just by the way they looked at each other. Now that he hasn't seen anyone, he doubts if he could tell if a newly wed couple even had and sort of feeling towards each other. He messed up, big time. He had contemplated this thought many times before.

Looking around the room, he can only think it more.
He's messed up. It isn't cool. It isn't fun. It's a living hell. He pities anyone else who decides to take this road in life. Yet, is anyone really this stupid? Would anyone else decide to live on the streets to be cool? His thoughts are cut short as he hears footsteps entering the room again. "Hey, Donghae, you should stay here tonight." He looks up to the other and feels his cheeks heat at the sight before him. The other has his hair pinned back, out of his face, and he's wearing the nerdiest glasses he's ever seen. He can't help but find it cute. "I can see why Kibum liked you," he says, silently, almost a whisper. The other hears him. He smiles slightly and tilts his head to the right.

"Really? You can?"
It sounds so childish and cute, and Donghae nods. The older seems to drop the matter, noticing the younger male's discomfort. "I think you should stay here tonight," he repeats himself. The younger of the two looks to the floor and shakes his head slightly. "No thank you. I need to go." "Hyukjae isn't that stupid, you know?" He looks up and realizes the other is talking about himself. Odd. His eyebrows furrow. "Sorry, I thought it would be cute." Donghae nods. "It was." When had he become so bold?! Oh, wait, he has always been bold, but that persona was shaken, bruised and shattered while he lived on the streets. He feels warmth overtake him yet again as he realized his old ways are beginning to show again. He would give anything to turn back and change everything that happened in his life.

"Anyway, I'm not stupid."
Donghae doesn't know what to do, so he looks to the floor. "I know you don't need to go anywhere. So stay here, with me." The younger feels heat coming to his cheeks at the way the sentence was phrased. "Stay here...? I'd feel like a nuisance." Hyukjae shakes his head quickly. "No, no! Stay here, I insist." Donghae shakes his head. "I'd rather not, it'd be so odd." "Please, please, please, please, please, please, I could keep doing this all day and it'd be annoying as hell to both you and me, so just say yes, please, please, please, please-!" "Okay." Hyukjae almost didn't hear it. It was whispered, and feigned defeat. "Hooray!" The older male claps loudly.

"Good, now that's settled."
Hyukjae smiled lightly and started to slowly back out of the room. He bowed slightly. "I'm going to check on the tea, okay?" The younger male nods. The male with his hair pinned back flashes one last gummy smile and he turns around and walks out of the room quickly. Donghae can't believe he agreed to that, but the older male was just so cute begging like that. He had to say yes. He sighs and shrugs. It doesn't really matter. The other's parents will come home and say that he can't sleep here anyway. So for now, he will just enjoy the comfort until that happens. He laces his fingers together and stretches his arms out, letting the joints of his fingers and his arms pop loudly. It feels good after everything he's been through. Usually when he's on the street, he doesn't stretch himself because he's too busy holding himself or watching out for himself, making sure no one else is there watching him, like the creeps there are out there.

Donghae leans back cautiously on the couch.
He feels his back crack and he smiles in satisfaction. He feels the plush surround him. Its comfortable and inviting. "I'm back," Donghae hears. He smiles slightly as he looks up and sees the other with two cups in his hands. He had put on a light grey-tan sweater and it was falling slightly off of his shoulder. "Here." Donghae happily accepts the mug in his hand. "Thank you," he says lightly and smiles.

They sit in an awkward silence.
Donghae busies himself as he sips at his mug, reveling in the rich taste of the tea. He wants to tell the other it is good, but he feels conflicted, as if, if he does speak up, the other would realize he doesn't belong, and make him leave. He understands this is a silly thought since the other has taken the initiative to bring him into his house, give him tea, and even offer a place for him to sleep, but he can't shake the thought from his mind:he's like an alien. He's a foreigner in an unknown place. He bites hard on his lower lip and silently curses the awkwardness of it all. "Sometimes people will still bring you up," the older male says and pauses,"then the room gets silent and no one talks." Donghae can imagine it. All of the students that he went to school with may not still be there, but he can imagine the people from Hyukjae's grade who fancied him, or who tried to become friends with him, they all are sitting there and then someone says "Lee Donghae," in this odd, small, questioning voice, and everyone stops what they're doing and looks awkwardly around the class.

"Jessica seems the weirdest," he says and chuckles.
Jessica. "Who's Jessica?" Jung Jessica. "I guess you wouldn't remember her, she wasn't really... she isn't really the nicest." She picked on Kibum. "She always picked on that friend of yours, Kibum." She drove everyone crazy. "She drives people insane." Donghae shrugs slightly. "I don't really remember anyone from school. Just Kibum." Hyukjae nods. "You remember me, too." This time the younger nods. "I remember you too," he says and confirms the older male's words. "Do you remember Lee Sungmin? Or KIm Ryeowook? Or even Kim Heechul? He's hard to forget, he reigned over the whole school." Lee Sungmin, Hyukjae's best friend. Everyone liked him. He was supposedly heading towards a bright future. Kim Ryeowook. He was a famous topic in school because he was pretty, and motherly. He was a loner, all except his one friend. No one wanted to talk to him because they thought he was weird for associating with Kim Jongwoon. Kim Jongwoon, the kid who no one bothered with, but its easy to see he has his reasons for self-reservation. Kim Heechul, the loud and crazy male who was popular for speaking loudly, and fast and for being witty. He had a sharp tongue and sharp features to match.

Donghae shakes his head.
"No one... but Kibum." He sighs. "And me." The younger male looks up to the Hyukjae and nods softly. "Seeing you triggered some memories. I don't remember anyone else though. Just you, and Kibum's silly crush." Hyukjae nods. "It all centers around Kibum." The younger of the two stays silent. "Jessica yells at others a lot," he says with a small laugh. Donghae stays silent, but Hyukjae continues anyway. "She never yells at me though. She never yells at Heechul either. She only yells at people who she thinks is unpopular. Do you remember-well, never mind, I guess you wouldn't. His name is Park Jungsu, he used to be really geeky. In fact, he took care of me well. I really liked him despite what others used to say... even though I guess he wasn't bullied too bad." Park Jungsu. He had liked younger men, and was scolded for it. He fell in love with someone close to his age-Kim Youngwoon-but the guy had pushed him and his affections away.

After that, Jungsu became the talk of the school.
People bullied him for his sexual preference. They called him names and then whenever he would get the slightest bit close to another guy, they would back away and sneer at him. They gave him nasty looks and believed something was wrong with him because he became a little reserved. Except, Donghae recalls one day, he had bumped into the older male as he was walking with his head down, staring at his feet and carrying books in his arms. The older male had looked up at him shyly, sure he was going to get scolded. Donghae apologized to him, and he saw the other slowly smile, showing a killer dimple-that Donghae swears is one of his most handsome features-and bowed in apology before he left. He always has had a good impression of the man. Its sad he was bullied.

"Well, he's a little more popular now."
Donghae sipped at his mug of tea in reply. "Kim Heechul had came out to everyone. He was bullied by a couple boys, but you know how... well, I guess you don't. But if you remembered him, I guess you'd know how scary he can be. So eventually it stopped. It wasn't really a surprise, to me it wasn't at least. Sungmin and I saw it coming a mile away. Everyone was shocked though. I swear, how dull are people? Or is it just ignorance and arrogance sheltering them from the truth?" Donghae blinks and looks to his feet. "When he was finally accepted, he noticed people were still bullying Jungsu. He told everyone he had enough of their shit and confessed he was in love with the him." That's a lie. Heechul was hooked on some Chinese student who had come to Korea for a new experience. He put everything he had into trying to win the affections of the other, even though at that time he really hadn't shown he was... interested in the same sex.

"It was a fucking lie."
Donghae heard the edge in his voice. "Jungsu knew it too. No one else knew it though. Well, he's a little more popular now." Another silence overcomes them and they stay silent, basking in the comfort of it. Unexpectedly Hyukjae stands, without speaking a word. He just smiles slightly at the younger male and walks out of the room. Donghae busies himself, yet again, my looking around the room. This time his eyes land on a rather large flat screen television set. He bites at his lip and rubs at his filth-clothed arms. He looks at the clean couch he's sitting on.

"Do you want to take a shower?"
He looks up to the direction of the kitchen where he hears the question being asked from. He hasn't had a decent shower in quite some time. "Yes," he says quietly, not expecting the other to hear. "Okay," the older shouts excitedly as he enters the room again. He walks up to Donghae with a smile on his face. Donghae's chest feels like it's tightening as he looks at the other's sharp jawline, his pinned back hair, the glasses, the pale skin, the smile that's all gums, the eyes that doesn't betray his happy appearance. The other takes his wrist and pulls him to stand. His eyes come to rest on the brunette's face and Donghae is a bit surprised at the warmth he sees in them. In no exaggeration, they're shining. He can't believe the immense comfort he feels as he looks into them. They stand there, looking into one another's eyes.

Neither of them move.
Hyukjae's holding onto Donghae's wrist, tightly, as if he doesn't want to let go. They stand in the silent room, in that position, staring into one another's eyes. Hyukjae closes his eyes, softly, and keeps them close for a good fifteen seconds before he opens them, meeting with the brunette's, whose eyes have never left their spot. It feels unreal. Hyukjae smiles brightly and tugs at Donghae's wrist. "Let's go to get you that shower." The younger nods, slightly, in a small daze. Hyukjae turns his body and pulls at Donghae to have the younger follow him. Hyukjae bites his lower lip hard, and repressed a deep frown. He keeps pulling the other, leading him upstairs. They reach a door. It's the first on the right. "This is the bathroom," Hyukjae says to make the other aware. Donghae nods, as usual. "I'll turn the water on for you." "Thank you." "It's no problem," the older turns around and smiles brightly at him.

Donghae smiles softly.
He feels so refreshed now. He can't even express how thankful he is. He turns on the mattress and thinks about everything that was said earlier. Jungsu had headed down an unexpected path. He didn't expect anyone to be rude to the older. He had always thought the older would have a bright future ahead of him. He blinks. It doesn't matter anyway. None of that affects him. Nothing anyone does affects him. He's out of all of it, stranded and stuck on the streets, away from the normal people who talk and laugh carelessly. He closes his eyes as he thinks of this. He ought to take advantage of actually being able to sleep in comfort.
It's his own fault, though.

"Oh, you are skinny." 
Donghae blushes softly. "I'll get you some clothes, come with me." His face heats more as the other takes his wrist. He feels so exposed, but that's to be expected seeing as he only has a towel on, wrapped tightly at his waist. "I think you'll fit my clothes. You're kind of taller... but you're skinny enough. I'm really skinny too, but I don't suppose I have a reason for it, unlike you." Donghae smiles shyly and nods when Hyukjae looks back at him and laughs. "It must be tough living on the streets." It's silent after that statement, and Hyukjae doesn't dare break the silence again, fearing he may of brought up a touchy topic. "My bedroom is here."

Hyukjae opens the door, slowly.
He peaks his head through the small crack and he lets out a squeak. "I hope you don't mind, but it's a little dirty." The younger can't help but think of the irony. "Filth doesn't bother me." Hyukjae chuckles, even though Donghae's sure the other doesn't even think it's funny, or honestly even understand exactly why he said that, but he doesn't question it. The older of the two steps inside, opens the door, and then reaches out to grab onto the brunette's wrist again, leading him inside of the dark room. It's almost pitch black, even with the light streaming in through the windows. Isn't it light out, or did he take too long in the shower. Well, he doesn't doubt that he did take too long, after all, he was letting the water reach everywhere, and he was scrubbing himself as clean as he could possibly get, hoping that when he gets back on the streets, the way he cleansed himself would make the dirt stay off of him for a longer amount of time.

He puts his right hand down on his towel.
He's trying to make sure it stays in place;he's already embarrassed from this little bit of exposure. "Have you missed out on a lot?" Donghae is taken by surprise at the question, and he wants to break down and says yes and cry, but he doesn't, and instead he bites down harshly on his bottom lip. He shakes his head, and the other male's eyes soften slightly. "Sorry," he says. Donghae nods. "Yeah," he says, trailing off. He watches as the other male gazes at his torso. He feels a little self-conscience, but he doesn't speak. Hyukjae wets his lips. "Let's get you some clothes." Hyukjae rummages in his closet, his nice fitted sweater falls from his shoulder again.

Donghae looks at the pale skin.
It's so pretty and white. "I'm pale too," he says without thinking. Hyukjae turns to him, surprised by the sudden effort to make a conversation, then he realizes it wasn't really aimed towards him. He looks at the other male's chest. "You are pale, too." Donghae bites on his lower lip, tightens his grip on his towel, blushes and nods. "Your head is going to fall off one day if all you keep doing is nodding." Hyukjae chuckles and Donghae feels a bit embarrassed. The older male could see this so he smiles widely. "Don't worry, though. It's kind of cute." Donghae smiles slightly, unsure of what else to do at those words. "I don't remember you ever being so shy."

Donghae himself doesn't remember it.
"Maybe you just have the affect on me," he says, trying to weigh the possibilities of what it really is in his mind, coming to the conclusion it must be from the other male intimidating him. He, however, doesn't realize what his words imply, and he also doesn't realize the way the other male blushes faintly, but then again, in such a dark room, it's hard to see a lot. Hyukjae hides his face by turning around and preoccupying himself by trying to find clothes for the other. He settles on something comfortable for the other, deciding to give him a plain white v-neck t-shirt and grey sweat pants. Donghae smiles. "This is like what I used to wear at home when I was lounging around." Hyukjae too smiles. "Boxers... I-you need boxers." He blushes, as does the other male. "Here,"Hyukjae says handing a pair out.

Donghae blushes and accepts.
"Get dressed, I'll be outside waiting for you to be done, just open the door when you're finished." Donghae goes to nod, but then he blushes recalling what the other said about him nodding. He settle for nodding and muttering a small, almost inaudible, "okay." He watches as the other leaves, and he slowly unwraps the white, soft towel and blushes even though he knows the other can't see him. He continues on to get dressed and he silently curse himself. What is he doing? He isn't supposed to stay here. He had to be begged to stay, and now he's getting dressed in the other males clothes? Besides, he's sure the other's parents are still going to kick him out once they come home.

He finishes getting dressed.
He picks up his towel and heads for the door, fisting the material tightly in his fist. He opens the door cautiously. Hyukjae turns around and smiles, that same bright, dazzling smile he keeps smiling, and puts his right hand in the air, giving Donghae a thumbs up. "You look great, fantastic, fabulous, amazing, wonderful! You pull off that outfit better than I can." The younger smiles and hides the blush he knows is going to form. "Thanks," he whispers quietly. "Let me get that towel for you," the older says and takes it from the younger man's hand. "I'll be right back," he says, not even giving Donghae a chance to reply before he was walking down the hallway.

The younger smiles to himself.
He watches the figure as it descends down the hall and to a room he hadn't yet entered or seen. He shrugs, it isn't his house anyway. He waits patiently until the other male comes back to him, smiling. "Hey! Okay, what do you want to do?" The brunette was taken by surprise at this question. He didn't really expect the older male to interact with him in the way. "I-I don't know." The older smiles softly, and his eyes show affection. "Let's go get something to drink, want to? At a coffee shop?" He hasn't had coffee in years. He smiles widely and nods. "Please." The older male's eyes widen slightly but then they soften again. "Okay, follow me," he says and grabs onto the younger male's wrist.

"Come on, wake up."
He opens his eyes lightly, adjusting to the light. He can't hold back his smile when he sees the other. "Hi," the older says quickly, in a quick peppy voice. "Hi," the younger repeats. "If we were a couple, this would be the moment I should kiss you, but since we aren't a couple, this is the moment I tell you to get your tired ass up." Donghae laughed. It took not only Hyukjae by surprise, but also himself. "You really do have a cute laugh," the other said, eyeing him with that same look of affection and warmth. The brunette already knows to hide his face because soon he will blush. As if on cue, he could feel his face heating. "What do you want to do today?" Donghae was confused. Isn't this the point where he's supposed to get up, change back into his old filthy clothes and go back on the streets?

"W-what?"
"I asked:what do you want to do today?" The younger shrugged, still in slight disbelief. "I-I don't know." "Well... we shouldn't go to the coffee shop again. In fact, let's stay inside today. Oh! I know! We can play video games! Or we can watch some movies! Yeah! That would be fun," the older said cheerfully. "Stay inside?" Hyukjae looked at the younger. "Yeah, I think we should stay inside. I mean, I know you might want to go out and have fun, but I think it would be more fun if we could stay inside today." "Today?" "Well, yeah, I have school tomorrow, but I swear, as soon as I get home, I'll play with you." Donghae nods slightly, still trying to grasp the situation. He's going to be here tomorrow too? When is he going to be put back on the streets? "Oh, silly me. That makes you sound like a pet. Though I wouldn't mind a little Donghae pet. I could only imagine," the older man says smiling broadly, and very cheekily.

Donghae blushes.
"Okay, so what do you want to do?" The brunette shakes his head. "You don't know? Okay, lets just watch a movie. That'll be fun." The younger male nods, getting a mental picture of the other trying tocuddle with him. Sadly he knows that won't happen. Wait, sadly? He feels the other tugging at his wrist, and almost as if it was a routine, he got up and followed to the other. All the way down stairs, to sit on the couch while the other rummaged around, saying, 'hold on, I'm gonna find a movie, hold on, wait another minute, sorry, hold on.' He just smiles softly and anticipates the day. Truthfully, he wishes they could go out again, but he knows why the other doesn't want to.

They entered the coffee shop.
Hyukjae was still holding onto his wrist. Donghae felt a little weird going out in sweat pants. Especially because he was used to always being in jeans, but he remembers faintly when he was younger he would have no problem going out in such casual clothes. "You would think your hair would be longer, seeing how long you haven't had it cut," the younger man hears Hyukjae say as he pulls him to a chair and motions for him to sit down. Donghae chews on his bottom lip. "I live on the streets, I'm not a bum." The older male nods. "Right, right. Sorry." "No problem," Donghae mumbles. Hyukjae smiles. "You're awfully nice, you know that?" The brunette shrugs.

"What do you want?"
Again, he shrugs. "I'll just get you something, and if you don't like it, I'll buy you something else, okay?" "You don't have to spend your money on me." Hyukjae stops. He looks at the other, and shakes his head. "Nonsense. I want to." Donghae chews on his bottom lips again and the older male smiles at him. "I'll be back." The younger nods and can't help but to think that the other leaves him alone often. He sighs and looks around the coffee shop. He looks at the table close to the counter, and can clearly recall when this used to be the coffee shop he would occupy. He remembers coming in here with Kibum, and they would always sit at that table. They would buy little cakes and other pastries. He vaguely remembers one of his fondest memories, when the other was being too quiet and he was irritated, so he swiped the icing off of his little cake with his finger, and put it on the others nose, earning an irritated look, and a small chuckled to follow suit. He remembers the other adjusting his glasses, wiping his nose and then promptly flipping him off.

How he misses those days.
How he misses Kibum. He remembers when the other used to visit him. He'd sneak out at night, bring money, and they'd come in here and eat and drink. He was so thankful, but then one day, the other stopped coming. He went to the other male's house, hoping to see him, but every time he knocked, no one answered. He sighs and stares at the table. How he misses Kibum. He's pulled out of his thoughts when the other comes back. "Here," Hyukjae says and passes him his drink. "Thanks," he says, lowly. A silence passes over them. "What're you thinking about?" "What ever happened to Kibum?" Hyukjae bites his lip, and Donghae can tell the other is frustrated, but he can't understand why. "Why?" "I just... I want to know." "He moved," Hyukjae said shrugging his shoulders, and when he saw Donghae's crestfallen face, he adds,"he didn't want to. I heard him talking on his phone before. He was begging his mother not to."

Donghae nods.
Kibum is gone. It isn't that much of a surprise to him. "I think he didn't want to leave because of you. You know he didn't really have friends." The brunette nods again. It isn't that Kibum couldn't make friends, he just chose not to. "Yeah," he says and sips at his drink, reveling in the warmth it brings him. It tastes perfect. They sit in a silence, both sipping at their drinks. Donghae keeps his eyes locked on that table, recalling past memories he doesn't want to forget. His attention is drawn away from his thoughts when he sees Hyukjae sit upright in his seat, stiffening. He turns around to see what the other is focused on, and sees a group of kids. More importantly, Hyukjae's friends. Or at least, Donghae assumes it's his friends, because there's Lee Sungmin and Kim Junsu, who was always famously known as Hyukjae's posse. Or, rather, not Hyukjae's posse, they were just known as one. They had no "leader."

He turns around.
He bites his lip harshly and looks down to the table top. He hears the shouts and laughter quiet down. He hears someone whisper Hyukjae. He knows they're trying to figure out who he is. Then he hears 'Isn't that Lee Donghae?' As if it's rehearsed, everyone gets quiet as his name. He imagines this is how the classrooms are. "Donghae, maybe we should leave." He looks up to Hyukjae and feels slightly crushed. Those bright eyes are showing embarrassment. he doesn't want to be seen with him in front of his friends. He nods. "Okay," he says quietly, but you can still hear he's hurt. "Sorry," Hyukjae says, quietly. He stands. "Come on," he says. This time he doesn't hold onto Donghae's wrist. This hurts so bad, but Donghae doesn't even know why. "That is Lee Donghae. Why is Hyuk with him?" He still remembers that voice. Lee Sungmin. He even feels embarrassed. He knows all eyes are on him. He walks past the crowd.

He keeps his head down.
Just like Hyukjae did. Donghae holds his coffee cup tight in his hands as he hears people talking about him. Asking why he's here, why he's with Hyukjae. He gets up to courage to look back, despite Hyukjae's rush to leave. He sees Kim Junsu and Lee Sungmin again. Then he catches sight of Jung Jessica, Kim Heechul, some girl he's never seen before, and then one more guy who looks like... no. No. He's gone. Damn, he's similar. He turns around and blinks. He's seeing things. He keeps his eyes on Hyukjae who is still in a rush.

Then he realizes, that isn't embarrassment he saw.
It was guilt. "I want to go back," Donghae says, wanting to see that crowd again. Hyukjae turns around to him with widened eyes. He shakes his head no. "Come on," he says, and his hand is shaky as he goes to reach for Donghae's wrist. The younger sighs, looks back through the window of the store, and he knows who it is. "Kibum," he whispers. The older males pulls him closer to him, and he quickens his pace.

Donghae narrows his eyes.
Why would the other lie? Then his eyes widen more. Why is Kibum friends with his friends? Why is he in that crowd? Then he realizes the thing he never wanted to happen, happened. Kibum is popular. It sounds horrible he wouldn't want that, but he was always a little bit selfish, and he never liked sharing. He bites his lower lip, this time he's frustrated. "Donghae, I'm sorry." He can't help it. "I was just jealous." His heart gives in. He's become soft. "I miss him." "I'm sorry. I was jealous." Donghae nods. "Take me home." "Okay, come on, let's go back to our house." Our house. "No, I mean, I want to go back to the streets." Our house. Hyukjae lets go of the other male's wrist and frowns. He turns around and grips the other man's shoulders. "Not going to happen tonight." Donghae sighs. "Why not?" Hyukjae bites his lower lips and turns back around, taking his wrist in his hand once again. "Sorry, again. I was jealous."

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