FIC: Something Undefinable; Kyuhae
Title: Something Undefinable
Author: Sky
Pairing: KyuHae
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Donghae thinks that maybe, he has a crush.
A/N: After watching Heechul's twitvid one and two and three, this just fell onto the page. Anyone else a perverted fangirl? notice Donghae's quite.. interesting Sorry Sorry rendition in those pants? Also, four is just for fun ^^ Just a warning for the typos and such, because I'm hopeless with editing :)
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Donghae thinks that maybe, he has a crush. It isn’t fair, not at all. Soccer with the members is fun, and it’s good to see everyone smile and laugh again, even if Heechul’s camera seemed to be watching everyone’s moves. But Donghae thinks, while carefully watching the ball, that Kyuhyun’s legs are just unfairly long and that the unconscious tilt of his hips simply shouldn’t be legal.
Hyukjae approaches their resident maknae with a warm hand curling around his waist as they laugh at the whole ridiculousness of their horrendous dancing. Both of them are shaking with laughter, the camcorder in Kyuhyun’s hands trembling precariously and Donghae vaguely thinks about how dizzying it will be to watch that footage later. But he has an uncomfortable feeling in his chest as he watches them, grin slipping just a little bit under the shade. He wanders over, arms extended and exaggerated, the smile widening again, and Kyuhyun is pliant where Donghae’s arm drapes over his shoulder, pulled from Hyukjae’s hold. Donghae also ignores the questioning, unreadable look his friend shoots him and focuses on the warmth that radiates into his chest, that odd feeling disappeared completely.
“Donghae,” someone calls. Hyukjae. “You want to talk about anything?”
He doesn’t look up from staring at the laptop screen, where the characters on screen are engaging in something terribly cliché, but still so addictive. Another thing he blames Kyuhyun for. “No,” he replies.
“Sure?”
There’s something about that tone that insinuates and tangles and sticks its nose into things unwanted.
Donghae changes the subject. “Want to watch too?”
It’s glaringly obvious and Eunhyuk opens his mouth to say something, but then his expression changes and he looks satisfied. They sit and watch together. Donghae’s attention is somewhat diverted now though.
Kyuhyun’s tired and spaced out and leans right into Donghae’s personal space unconsciously. His head drops and bounces back up in a state of semi-awareness until Donghae just huffs and grabs his dongsaeng’s head and pushes it into the crook of his neck, because really, he’s tired too and the constant changes in temperature as air whooshes between them is getting annoying. Kyuhyun makes a sleepily surprised snuffling noise and then promptly falls limp, asleep. Donghae’s arm curls awkwardly around those shoulders and he knows he’s going to get a crick in his neck, but he doesn’t quite care enough to move and waken Kyuhyun. God knows he needed the rest, is the excuse Donghae tells to himself. In all honestly, it sounds false even in his head.
Their schedule is packed, one show after the other and before long, the group has burnt out. They’re sprawled haphazardly around the dressing room before their last, god finally, their last appearance. Some of them are asleep, some just lying in a stoned stupor. Kyuhyun’s head is tilted back on the smooth leather couch, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling. Donghae knows he’s thinking hard by the way his mouth parts just that tiny little bit and he glimpses a peek of pink tongue. Relatively more energized than the rest, he forces himself to stand from his uncomfortable plastic makeup chair and head across to plonk himself on the sofa beside Kyuhyun. He thinks maybe he should... say something about the odd crush thing he has because Donghae believed putting things in the open solved problems the quickest. But when Kyuhyun lolls his head to the side to look inquisitively at him with those clever, clever eyes framed by dark lashes, he freezes up and mumbles something incoherent.
“Hyung?”
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
It’s a Tuesday, and Hyukjae has been pestering him non-too-subtly about his behaviour. So maybe he’d been having spacing out sessions now and then, but that in itself is nothing spectacular. But watching his best friend take bolder methods grates on his nerves, just a tad. A careless arm looping around that waist from behind, a cheek pressed against cheek to snap a photo with his phone, even straightening Kyuhyun’s clothing before he stepped onstage, tugging at the jackets that covered everything Donghae wanted to remain covered because, maybe he was a little bit possessive of his dongsaeng showing too much skin to just everyone. He blows up at his best friend on Thursday evening at dinner.
“YAH, just stop it, will you?!”
He avoids everyone’s surprised looks, suddenly ashamed. But Eunhyuk didn’t fail to raise more eyebrows and cause a few chopsticks to drop. He points at Kyuhyun and stares up at the ceiling in complete exasperation.
“Just tell him you freaking adore him! You followed him to Japan for Christ’s sake! Twice!”
And then Kyuhyun’s got his wide, shocked eyes drawn to Sungmin, Sungmin of all people and Donghae just can’t stand it now. He stands up and leaves, grabbing his wallet and throwing on a jacket as he’s met with shock.
It’s late when he gets back, face stinging just a little from the cold wind. Kyuhyun’s propped up against the headboard on Donghae’s bed, eyes focussed on his laptop and the tinny sounds of “Battle Start!” before he looks up and spots him. Donghae wants to run, but he stands firm and tells himself to face the issue.
“Kyuhyun-ah-“
“Donghae-hyung-“
They look awkwardly at each other as sounds blare from the laptop.
Donghae closes his eyes briefly before he sheds his jacket and drapes it over a chair. He walks to the side of the bed and pauses. Kyuhyun watches him carefully, and scoots over when he’s nudged just a little. They’re sitting side by side now and the bright ceiling dome light illuminates everything in a white glow.
“We should talk,” Kyuhyun tries.
“Are you winning?” Donghae asks quietly.
There’s a pause.
“Mm,” is the reply. Kyuhyun apparently decides something and turns his focus back to the game, fingers skimming over the keyboard as he seems to do three actions at once. Donghae is hesitant, because Kyuhyun is Kyuhyun and he doesn’t want to spoil their friendship. But again, Donghae is not one to back down, so his arm slides behind Kyuhyun’s back to clasp his waist and he hides his head in that beautiful hair, inhaling gently.
“Is this OK?”
“Mm,” Kyuhyun replies, and Donghae would have been worried he hadn’t been heard if he didn’t feel a slight shiver run through the body in tucked into his side. So Donghae decides this is definitely good because he realised on his walk that no, it wasn’t just a crush, but something closer to something undefinable. The room is quiet as he pulls Kyuhyun closer and he leans his forehead against his temple, nose brushing against a soft cheek. Kyuhyun’s head turns slightly and Kyuhyun gives him a tiny quirk of his lips before those beautiful eyes turn away again. Donghae’s head leans on a solid shoulder and he watches Kyuhyun’s virtual minions win, as usual. He presses a kiss to Kyuhyun’s temple and he’s rewarded with a slightly irritated, “Donghae..!”
Donghae’s completely, one hundred percent happy.
Eunhyuk texts him later with a “FINALLY!” and Donghae just grins.