On Board (1/2)
title: On Board
Genre: Comedy, Airplane AU
Pairing: Eunhae
A/N: I love Yesung, I really do. So it makes me so happy when I can write him into my story as a crazy-turtle-obsessed weirdo. It really does. And for bitchy anti-social Hyukjae and flight scared Donghae; welp, let the airplane smex begin. Not really, well, maybe.
Summary: In where Donghae is a bit too talkative, Hyukjae is easily annoyed and Yesung is a turtle manic.
On board
He loves his life.
He loves his girlfriend, he loves his best friend Siwon (even though the guy can be a complete prick) he loves his life even the bad parts. So Donghae is usually against dangerous things and -
And he hates flights.
Given he has to fly twice or more every year for his company (to Canada and sometimes China) all over the place, and today is just one of those unlucky 12 hour flights.
Flying isn’t usually all that bad, he usually gets to sit beside some nice old lady, or some quiet business man. Usually not anyone too eccentric, today though, he was blessed with sitting beside a nut-berg and some stoic red headed guy (who’s hair is so obviously dyed).
The first hour was fine, nut-berg stayed in his seat, on his side grumbling something about ‘forgetting to feed his fucking turtles before leaving fourteen days ago’ and the red-head just stayed creepily still, staring at the TV placed in front of him without even moving a single body part.
The second hour though, Donghae got bored. He usually gets friendly people he can talk too, and he doesn’t feel like talking to the crazy turtle guy, so he decided to speak to the statue red-head.
“Hey” he said awkwardly, mentally rewarding himself ‘Airplanes biggest moron’, the red-head seemed to think the same thing, cause he ignored him. So Donghae tried again (cause he’s persistent, and maybe his seatmate didn’t hear him with those nasty bright pink earphones and all).
“Hey, can you hear me?” He leaned forward, and the red-head jolted into consciousness from his statue like trance, eyes darting down towards Donghae who had hung his face near the stranger’s. Stranger growled, Donghae moved away instantly. “Oh, sorry, too close?” He te-he’d before nudging the annoyed male, a smile on his face as he pointed to the earphones in the others ears, red-head took them off hesitantly.
“Hey, I’m Donghae.” He smiled a bright charming smile, remembering his girlfriends Eunsoo’s words of: remember to always smile! People will be wooed and talk to you, okay? His smile hasn’t failed him yet.
Until well, now. Cause slowly the red-head nodded awkwardly before placing his ear buds back into his ears, turning away from Donghae hesitantly to look at his TV screen again. Donghae pouted.
“I can see the future” crazy turtle guy said suddenly, leaning side ways to brush shoulders with Donghae, he cringed, leaning away (inconveniently leaning side-ways as well and bumping into the red-head) the turtle guy pointed towards now pissed-off-stranger and smiled a crooked smile. “He’s going to get mad.”
And like that crazy guy went back to twiddling his thumbs and talking to himself about turtles, while reading a turtle book. Donghae wanted to say well no duh you fucktard but bit his lip as he gave the male he bumped into a small timid smile.
Male that got bumped into didn’t seem all that happy. Shocker.
The red-head slowly took out his ear phones, pausing his movie before sighing a loud painful sigh. “What’s your problem?” He demanded with a soft hiss.
Donghae immediately pointed fingers at the turtle guy. “He was leaning towards me and I backed up and accidentally hit you, I’m really sorry.”
Turtle guy looked up, flashing a toothy smile. “I was predicting the future again,” he said and Donghae narrowed his eyes on the guy. “I predict you two are going to date.”
“H-He’s crazy” Donghae stuttered awkwardly, inching a bit further into his seat to get away from the annoyed look contorting over stranger’s face.
“I’m not” Turtle guy objected, “my name is Yesung not crazy.”
Donghae failed to see how ‘he’s crazy’ was mistaken for Donghae calling Yesung by his (not) name crazy. Red-head seemed to briefly look just as confused as Donghae before grunting and turning back to look at his TV screen, forgetting the earphones.
“Well I’ll just leave you two alone,” and with that Yesung pulled out his Ipod (covered in turtle stickers) and placed in the headphones, blasting a song randomly. Donghae scrunched up his face, confused, but shrugged turning to look at the other guy.
“What’s your name?” He asked softly, feeling impelled to whisper on a plane, even though no one can really hear each other all too well.
“Hyukjae” the male grunted. “But only people I like call me that, so -“
“Hyukjae?” Donghae smiled, crinkling his eyes shut in such a face over taking smile. “I like it.”
“Yes but as I was saying -“
“My name is Donghae, it means East Sea, so a lot of my friends end up calling me Fishy” he puffed out his cheeks pouting, “I’m not a fish, but oh well. My girlfriend Eunsoo says it’s cute, so whatever.”
Hyukjae sighed loudly, placing his forehead against the seat in front of him, breathing in deeply before leaning away and looking back at Donghae’s excited gaze.
“Donghae”
“Yes?”
“Only people I like -“
“I know, I don’t let people I don’t know call me Fishy, it’s weird. So you must have a absurd nickname, do people call you Monkey? You look like a Monkey.”
Hyukjae felt his right eye suddenly twitch - he really wanted to wring his hands around this guys neck; he hates talkative people.
“No,” he grit out, “no one calls me monkey.”
“Can I call you monkey?” Donghae smiled brightly, eyes suddenly lighting up as he reached down and grabbed out a small blue bag from his backpack, ignoring the ‘no you may not call me monkey’ from Hyukjae.
“Here, a monkey sticker.” Donghae said happily, taking one of his stickers and pressing it onto Hyukjae’s forehead. The red-head frowned.
“Donghae, why did you stick a -“
“Woooow” Donghae gushed, poking the sticker to make it stick while swatting away Hyukjae’s hands that were attempting to rip the sticker off. “You really do look like a monkey.”
“No” Hyukjae objected mannerly, “I do not.”
“Do too~” the brunet hummed happily, placing his things back into his bag underneath the seat in front of him. “Hey Hyukjae, why do you talk like that?”
“Don’t call me Hyukjae so familiarly -“
“What do I call you then, Monkey?” Donghae batted his pretty little eyes, tilting his head to the side in curiosity . Hyukjae frowned, knowing that it’d just be a lost cause to try and object with Donghae. So he shook his head.
“No, Hyukjae.”
“Then why did you object in the first place?!” He whined loudly, rolling his eyes at Hyukjae absurdity. Hyukjae didn’t bother pointing out that Donghae is a grown man carrying around Monkey stickers and pouting like a gay teenager.
“Anyways why do you talk like you’re going to kill something?”
“Cause I’m going to kill you pretty soon.” Hyukjae explained smoothly, not missing a beat. Donghae laughed a nice toned laughter, eyes crinkling into half-moons as he smiled shamelessly at the red-head. “You smile too much.” He said suddenly, frowning when Donghae merely laughed.
“Really? Eunsoo says I don’t smile enough.”
“Don’t listen to her, she sounds dumb.” Hyukjae said blandly, turning away from Donghae’s glittery air in favour of looking at his TV screen playing an older movie called SALT.
“She’s not!” Donghae protested, nudging Hyukjae with his elbow. “Hyukjaee~”
The red-head sighed loudly, feeling his forehead pulse in annoyance again before turning to look at Donghae, he breathed in (calming himself to keep himself from strangling Donghae, he can’t have charges laid on him on a plane, surely it’ll be ten times more expensive) before, “what?” he demanded in a clipped tone.
Years of doing business with annoying English people he doesn’t understand has done him good, obviously. But he doesn’t believe he can take another 11 hours of Donghae’s annoying talking.
How does Donghae have a girlfriend and he doesn’t?
She must be retarded, or mentally ill in some sort of way. He concluded.
“Why are you watching that movie?” Donghae asked in an innocent curious tone, leaning over Hyukjae to look at the TV screen. “It’s so old!”
“I like it” Hyukjae responded blandly, wanting to jump in the way of the food carts going down the aisles to kill himself. “You’re annoying” he felt bad, really he did, he always tries to be nice, but Donghae is really annoying, and maybe if he speaks the truth said annoying brunet will leave him alone.
“Really, well you’re mean so we’re like perfect friends.” Donghae gushed, eyes sparkling as he continued, “we could hang out in Canada and all, do you know any good restaurants? You live in Korea, right? Your Korean is flawless, you must, so we can -“
“No” Hyukjae cut off smoothly, “we aren’t meant to be friends.” He felt bad, really, but Donghae makes it hard to be his friend. He’s absolutely not sure on how this ‘Eunsoo’ girl can deal with him so breathlessly.
“Hyukjae” Donghae whined, as he looked over the red-heads manly business man like features. He paused, re-thinking his thoughts before spewing out more nonsense. “what do you do?”
Hyukjae really wanted to kill someone - cause apparently a black brief case and a black suit, completed with a tie and a classy sitting position doesn’t give it away - Donghae is stupid. “Business man.” He grunted out in reply, and the stupid one smiled brightly for the millionth time that day.
Hour.
“I was thinking” the business man held back a rude gasp of shock. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Donghae is harmless -talks too much, but harmless - and really all his questions lead to pure innocent curiosity; so Hyukjae just answers like the drone he has been made up to be by the brunet within the past four hours.
“No” and Donghae wouldn’t know if he was lying or not, cause Donghae just seems to believe everything naively.
“The washroom is where gay couples go to have sex.” He said in a low murmur when Donghae successfully ticked him off again.
“Really?!” Donghae asked - appalled by the thought of people doing it where he had just peed.
“Why?” The brunet pushed, leaning his innocent facial features a bit too close for stoic business man Hyukjae’s likings.
“Uh, no time.” The red-head stuttered, placing his hand in the latter’s face and pushing him away, breathing in nice clean Airplane air again.
“Are you gay?” Donghae blurted out loudly while a stewardess walked by; the water Hyukjae had been sipping before spat right into his TV, hitting his chest as he tried to resurrect himself from choking. “Hyukjae?! Oh God are you okay Hyukjae?!”
“NO” Hyukjae growled and half yelled, chucking his paper cup straight at Donghae’s forehead, he wasn’t sure what question he was answering. Maybe both, or maybe one.
The fifth hour ticked by painfully slowly, Hyukjae still having his arms crossed over each other as he sulked openly about getting his suit wet. He’d have to sit in a cold plane for another good 6 hours before he gets dry clothes.
Donghae seemed guilty enough, silently fiddling with his fingers while looking down at his knees with pink stained cheeks.
“Uh you know” Donghae started - Hyukjae turned his hateful gaze onto the talkative male. “I - I have extra clothes.”
Hyukjae stood up instantly, motioning for Donghae to get them, with nervous moments Donghae reached upwards grabbing the backpack and unloading his dark navy blue t-shirt, a pair of jeans to accompany it. The brunet laughed sheepishly.
“I’m clumsy, so Eunsoo always makes me pack extra clothes.”
Smart. Hyukjae thought grossly, suddenly hating this woman. She’s probably the reason Donghae is on the plane in the first place.
He took the clothes silently, tipping his head down to show he acknowledged the good deed before stiffly waddling his way over to the washroom he had been talking about earlier.
When he came back, the crazy guy and Donghae were in an heated argument over the Korean pop star Kyuhyun, Hyukjae felt like snickering out loud like Kyuhyun usually does.
Cause Hyukjae knows Kyuhyun on a personal level - fuck the guy is dating his best friend.
“Kyuhyun would never be gay!” Donghae protested, turtle obsessed freak Yesung snorted, poking Donghae’s forehead with his turtle covered I-phone.
“He is, there’s pictures to prove he was making out with this guy out-side his house!” Yesung retorted, and Hyukjae rolled his eyes.
“Do you know his name, the guy he was making out with” the red-head interrupted smoothly, honestly curious on how Kyuhyun possibly messed up his career - and rest of his life - because he couldn’t control his hormones, per usual.
“No” Yesung said dejectedly, “I wish I did.”
“Then it’s probably photo shopped.” Just cause Hyukjae dislikes his friends boyfriend 99% of the time, doesn’t mean he won’t help out Kyuhyun in times of need.
Unless Kyuhyun’s already publically admitted he’s dating Sungmin.
Which would be stupid - and Sungmin would most likely kill him.
“You like K-pop?” Donghae gushed, the innocent sparkles in his eyes springing to life. “Wow, even assholes like you like it…”
Hyukjae’s eyebrow twitched.
Donghae talks, and talks, and he can talk forever about absolutely nothing.
And Hyukjae listens and listens (and bitches, and bitches) while Donghae talks.
He’s barely known the annoying brunet for seven hours and he’s already acting like Donghae is his annoying wife and they’re about to fall out of a relationship - that mind you, never started - so Hyukjae tried to be reasonable, tried to start a proper friendship and well, it failed.
Donghae started to talk about his dog that died when he was 8 or something, and Hyukjae just snapped he had fucking enough.
He leaned forward - lips brushing against lips, a girly screech was released with Donghae’s mouth and Hyukjae pulled away quickly, stoically looking at his TV as Donghae remained silent for a good 2 hours before it started again.
“Are you like, in love with me? We just met.”
Hyukjae eyed Donghae warily - the accusation making his head spin.
Cause who in their right mind would like Donghae?
“No” the red-head groaned, rolling his endless black eyes of evil and glares. “You were just talking too much, desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“Oh” Donghae paused before laughing loudly and obnoxiously making Hyukjae groan. “You’re an asshole!” The brunet clapped his hand against Hyukjae’s back in a patting motion, a smile out-stretched on his face.
He didn’t know why he did it, it just made him look like he was getting closer to Donghae and - “Fishy, shut your fucking trap.” Oh god, he never uses absurd nicknames, he had promised himself at age 12 after meeting Kyuhyun and Sungmin that he would never be as gay and weird as them; yet he broke his moral just so he could attempt to shut up a brunet.
It had the opposite effect, sadly.
“Pfft, no you stupid monkey.”
And then came the stupid childish smile followed by an angel’s chorus that turned out to be Lee Donghae’s laughter.
The last 20 minutes of their flight Donghae had chosen to cling to Hyukjae’s bicep, unshed tears appearing at the base of his eyes as he sniffled like a little girl losing her father.
The last 10 minutes, right before they were about to land Donghae silently took out Hyukjae’s phone from his front pocket, silently typing in his phone number and such, before sending himself a text message, Hyukjae didn’t bother to comment on Donghae’s absurd nickname he had put him under on his phone.
Hyukkie.
When they successfully got off the plane, Donghae still clinging to his arm, Hyukjae lead them to the baggage area, cursing his horrible luck when he saw Sungmin and Kyuhyun (Kyuhyun wearing sunglasses) standing at the waiting area, a wicked smirk on Sungmin’s face when he saw Donghae clinging onto him.
And like that - Lee Donghae no longer existed, Hyukjae never texted him, or replied to the text.
And somehow, it felt kind of lonely not having an idiot except Sungmin around.
PART TWO