four times they didn't meet + one time they did
Four Times They Didn’t Meet + One Time They Did
Hyukjae/Donghae, R, 4720 words
1.
“Will that be full nude or just topless?”
I have no idea why I’m here, Hyukjae thinks, as he gulps another shot of Bacardi. Really. He just recently had a big fight with his longtime girlfriend Krystal, and being the strong man that he is, Hyukjae called up Kyuhyun and cried and cried for hours, lightly punching the wall beside his bed to reclaim some of his masculinity.
Hyukjae knew his best friend was not listening. He could hear the light tap of fingers on controller buttons and Kyuhyun cursing here and there, but it was nice to have someone with you on the phone rather than talking to the air, so he kept on spitting out incoherencies until Kyuhyun finally decided that he had enough and said, “I’m coming over. Get dressed.”
Before he knew what Kyuhyun was doing, Hyukjae found himself dragged inside a strip club.
A male stripclub.
He wants to sock Kyuhyun.
“Hello? Earth to customer!”
“But I-I… I didn’t, uh, o-order…” he stammers, eyes looking everywhere except at the stripper before him, and that’s when he sees Kyuhyun on the other side of the bar, smirking. He reads Kyuhyun’s lips, “Enjoy,” and Hyukjae wonders why he has an asshole for a best friend.
Now he really will sock Kyuhyun.
It takes all of his willpower to look at the stripper before him and he feels his breath taken away.
He is around his age, dark brown locks tied into a half ponytail and his built smaller than his own. The stripper’s face looks innocent and boyish, totally opposite of what strippers usually look like (in Hyukjae’s porn, anyway). His eyes meet the other’s and he thinks that they’re the most piercing eyes he’s ever seen. He looks down from the stripper’s brown eyes to his perfectly-shaped nose, to his M-shaped lips, to his well-defined jawline, down to his neck - collarbone - and Hyukjae thinks that maybe it’s the alcohol talking but, not bad.
“Do you want to fuck me or are we just going to eye-fuck each other all night?” the stripper asks with a scowl, arms crossed and foot impatiently tapping the floor.
“B-B-But wait,” Hyukjae nervously sputters out. “There’s been a misunderstanding, I never, uh, ordered you.”
“You didn’t,” the other agrees with a bit of air around him. “But that curly-haired guy over there did,” He signals to Kyuhyun, who is absorbed in his own alcoholic world, unaware of two or three strippers wanting his attention.
“That damned rich bastard.” Hyukjae wants to say, but nothing comes out of his mouth.
“And he booked me for the whole night, so…” the stripper further justifies with a shrug. “Back to my earlier question. Do you want me to do a topless striptease first or do you want us to fuck already?”
Hyukjae nervously lets out a laugh at the other’s vulgar words. He loves watching porn, yes, but he has never been to an actual strip club before and therefore has no idea how to reject a stripper who apparently your best friend had booked for you the whole night. So he does what he does best.
He takes two shots of Bacardi.
Maybe this was all a hallucination and the stripper will disappear.
But he doesn’t, and Hyukjae often finds himself in situations like this but the next thing he knows, he’s being dragged inside one of the VIP rooms in the vicinity. He observes the small room he’s currently in; there is a bed, a rectangular table, and one lone chair in the middle of the room and what the hell is that for?
He doesn’t need to wait further for an answer, however, as he is pushed to sit on the chair, the stripper slowly unbuttoning Hyukjae’s white button-up shirt until it’s fully removed from his body. He gulps, more nervous than ever, as the stripper’s lust-filled eyes meets his own.
“How do you want to fuck me?” the stripper says, climbing onto Hyukjae’s lap, face too close for comfort and small tongue darting out to lick the other’s trembling lips before crashing it with his own. Hyukjae lets out something between a whine and a squeak as their lips connect. This goes unnoticed by the stripper, however, as he continues, “Do you want to spread my legs apart until I can’t take it anymore? Do you want me to ride you? Do you want it with or without lube? Or do you want me to suck you first?”
Hyukjae almost chokes on his own spit, but he’s far too busy gripping Donghae’s slim waist to care.
“I don’t ask for my customers’ names, so no need to tell me yours.” He roughly grinds on Hyukjae, hips in a circular motion, earning a groan from the other. He flashes the man underneath him a wicked smile, too fiendish for someone with an innocent face. “But my name is Donghae, just in case you want something to groan out later.”
This is when Hyukjae finally decides that he has enough of the other’s cockiness. He grabs Donghae by the waist, and before the other realizes this, he’s being pushed to the bed with Hyukjae hovering on top of him. Hyukjae pins his wrists with one hand while the other works on his pants, pulling it off of Donghae in one, swift move.
“Tell you what we should do,” Hyukjae starts harshly rolling his hips. “You’ll bend over that table over there and I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll end up screaming obscenities you never knew existed. I’ll fuck you so hard that it will still hurt next week.”
Hyukjae hears Donghae gasp as he spread his ass cheeks apart, fingers rubbing his opening, not pushing in, but just rubbing. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll end up getting a boner just by thinking of me. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never want it to stop hurting.”
He then removes his fingers from Donghae’s opening and places both his hands on either side of Donghae’s head, his clothed erection rubbing against Donghae’s bare ones. He thrusts in a rapid motion, as much as his body allows him to, and connects his mouth to a mewling Donghae’s partially open lips. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll end up breaking your own rules and ask for my name.”
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name, Donghae.”
The stripper comes in his tight leather pants with a whimper.
Hearing the stripper make that sound, Hyukjae seems to have snapped out of a trance. He sits up, face resembling a deer caught in headlights. He shakes his head and rubs his temples to sober himself up a little and proceeds to gather his things. He takes his jacket and lamely tries to cover the tent on his jeans. His eyes dart from the door to the stripper and back to the door. “I-I have to go.” He doesn’t know why, but he feels the need to say it.
Donghae, who hasn’t come down from his high, looks at the other with half-lidded eyes. “Wait,” he calls out weakly, trying to get up. “Y-your name. Can I at least get your name?” he asks, eyes hopeful.
Hyukjae only shakes his head and hurriedly walks out the door.
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2.
Mokpo.
The grass is too green, the sky is too blue, and the sunlight is too golden. Sometimes, his hometown seems too good to be true.
But then Donghae trips on a rock and he does an involuntary sharp intake of breath, and he inhales the scent of the dirty marketplace and freshly-picked vegetables and different breeds of fish. Donghae is reminded of his hometown’s “imperfections” and Donghae thinks life couldn’t get better.
“Excuse me, can I ask something?”
Donghae turns to his left and sees a black, shiny sportscar with its windows rolled down. In it is a man wearing a suit and Donghae assumes that he’s one of those big-time corporate douches out to get some, if not all, of their town’s property. Donghae still tries to reply in the nicest way possible. “Sure, anything I can help you with!”
“Is there any place here where I can unwind, or something?” The man asks with a small smile.
Donghae is taken aback by this question, and now that he’s nearer to where the man is, he notices that the other’s red hair is too scruffy for someone belonging in the corporate world, and his eyebags that decorate his tired eyes are too deep-set for someone his age.
“Oh. Um, well, there is one place I like going to whenever I want to relax. It’s by th-”
“Great,” the man interrupts. “Can you please take me there?”
Donghae doesn’t appreciate being cut short, but the pleading look on the man’s face makes him impossible to resist, even though he was a bit rude. “But, I have fish…” he claims lamely, gesturing at the pail he was holding.
The man inside the car pauses for a few seconds before he throws his head back and gives out a warm laugh. Donghae thinks his eye wrinkles are adorable. “That’s alright, you can bring it in. I don’t mind the smell.”
Donghae purses his lips in thought. He knows getting inside car of a random person he knows nothing about, on his own will even, would be the stupidest thing ever, but Donghae feels like he can trust this man. He sighs and gets in the car.
After a few minutes of driving in silence, the brunette mutters a soft we’re here, and the car comes to a stop. This is his favorite place - the breeze and the smell around and of the Yellow Sea remind Donghae of his dad; both of them used to go here to talk about things, to talk about life; and now that his dad’s gone, the only reminder left in this place is the feel of the gentle wind caressing his cheeks, just like what his dad used to do.
The redhead gets out of the car, and Donghae sadly becomes aware of the fact that the man was a few inches taller than him, dammit, quite a blow to his ego. He shrugs it off and follows the man, who took his place on the ledge, looking at the Yellow Sea.
He’s been standing there awkwardly for a few minutes, and Donghae takes this time to observe the other man who was currently absorbed in his own thoughts. He tries not to gaze lovingly at the other man’s hair, and fails. Korea is known for its absurd hair colors, but it is only now that Donghae has seen red look amazing on another man. He is mesmerized, to say the least, but he tries not to show it.
“You like my hair?” It is then Donghae realizes that he’s been absent-mindedly staring at the man for quite some time, and the other has his head turned towards him, head resting on his hands, small smirk gracing his lips.
“W-Well, Mister Cocky,” Donghae stutters. “If you’re happy here, I’ll be taking my leave now because I have better things to do…”
“It’s Eunhyuk.”
“What?”
Eunhyuk approaches the smaller man and ruffles his hair “I prefer to be called Eunhyuk, not Mister Cocky. And accompany me here, please? Just for a few hours.” He begs.
Donghae sighs and gives in. “What brings you to Mokpo, anyway?”
“Well,” The redhead purses his lips. “I’m rich.”
Donghae stares blankly at him.
“And unhappy. My father pretty much dumps his whole life on me - his company which I really don’t care about, and his business partners’ companies, which I also don’t care about. He trains me day in and day out on how to become the most successful businessman when all I want is to finish my studies first before engaging in any business gig.”
Donghae listens to the other man, sympathetic. “You haven’t finished your studies yet? I’m almost sure someone your age would be done by now…”
Eunhyuk looks at Donghae, amused. “How old do you think I am?”
“…25?”
“Add 6 years, then yes, I’m 25.”
“Y-You’re my age?!” Donghae exclaims, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Nineteen?!”
Eunhyuk clicks his tongue. “Is it that surprising?” he shakes his head and turns to the Yellow Sea again. “I’m just too exhausted, physically and mentally, and I bet it shows on my face.”
Donghae stares at the ground, guilty. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“It’s not your fault, really.” Eunhyuk consoles. “It’s just that today was the worst day of all days, because I just found out that I’m getting married in seven months. To someone I don’t know.”
“She’s supposed to be pretty, apparently. Knows English too,” He continues. “Daughter of one of my dad’s biggest business partners. Name’s Miyoung. Really, I can take all other things he dumps on me, but to plan my utmost personal life is just bullshit.”
Donghae just nods in understanding, not really knowing what to say.
“So as soon as I heard this from one of the employees, I quickly got into my car and drove off to wherever. I didn’t realize I was in Mokpo, honestly, until you told me.” Eunhyuk admits sheepishly.
“Is this why you’re in a corporate attire?”
Eunhyuk nods.
“I know dad is doing this for my future, but sometimes it’s also nice to get away from ‘the perfect life’, you know?”
“No, I don’t. Because my life is far from perfect, but it’s nice to know that you chose me to listen to your problems.” the brunette confesses. “You can take my fish if you want, if it makes you feel any better.” Donghae offers.
Eunhyuk laughs. “You do realize how sexual that sounds, right?”
The fisherman only pouts and ignores the other’s man’s comment. “You can always come here in Mokpo if you want to unwind! This is not exactly a small city, but if you visit here and smell fish, then that’s probably me!” He says, trying to make himself feel better than anyone else. “I’m sorry I don’t have a cellphone.” He finishes miserably.
“Hey,” Eunhyuk tilts Donghae’s chin up and gazes at his eyes. “Like I said before, not your fault, okay? You did more than anyone else could, cute little fisherman, so thank you.”
Donghae giggles at the nickname. “You’re welcome, Eunhyuk.”
Eunhyuk pats the shorter man’s cheek and looks at his watch. “Eh, I guess it’s time for me to go then,” he says, voice filled with grief. “People are probably worried about me.”
He doesn’t want to admit it but Donghae feels lonely, he wants to know more about Eunhyuk and for some reason, he also wants to be the source of his comfort, but who was he to have a say? “Okay then.” He nods.
Eunhyuk starts his car and rolls down the window. “Thank you again, cute fisherman!”
Donghae smiles and waves him goodbye.
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3.
Hyukjae feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he tries to shake the intruder away by swatting his hand over to wherever that person was. The intruder was very persistent, however, and he swears he’s going to beat the lights out of this person who dares to disturb his peaceful sleep inside the library.
Annoyed, he snaps his head up and comes face to face with a not-so-familiar face.
Hyukjae scans the boy up and down, taking note of the boy’s appearance - disheveled brown hair, glasses too huge for his face, braces, acne, and the oh-so-prim-and-proper uniform, correctly-placed necktie and all.
“Oh,” Hyukjae thinks. “He’s one of them.”
As ridiculous as it may sound, their school probably has all the most common highschool stereotypes: the potheads, the emo kids, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the jocks; you name it, they have it. However, it all boils down to two categories: the cool kids and the not cool kids. Not that he wants to brag, but Hyukjae and this guy in front of him obviously belong to different categories.
“Hello!” the boy greets, a little too eager for Hyukjae’s liking. “I just noticed that you have a chemistry book with you,”
Hyukjae raises his eyebrows and scowls. “And?” He tries to keep his replies short, to show that he was uninterested in wherever this conversation was going, because really, that nerd woke him up for this?
It’s either the boy is stupid or he just chooses to ignore his disinterest. He actually perks up more, if that’s even possible, now that Hyukjae has replied to him. He grins. “Well, I’m kind of having a hard time understanding Chemistry, so…”
Hyukjae waits for the other to finish, but all of a sudden, the boy clings to him like some koala and rubs his nose on Hyukjae’s sleeve.
What the fuck, says Hyukjae’s brain.
“What the fuck,” says Hyukjae.
“Teach me?”
“Why would a nerd like you want to take lessons from someone like me?” Hyukjae wonders out loud, and the other boy just smiles, far too enthusiastic for someone who just received an indirect verbal attack.
“Exactly! The fact that I’m wanting to take lessons from, quote unquote, someone like you means something!” The shorter boy almost yells out, seemingly forgetting the fact that they were in a library.
He doesn’t understand what the other’s logic is, but he gives up. “Fine.” Hyukjae huffs, defeated by the brunette’s persistence. Plus, who can resist a cute face like that, anyway. He takes the book he was previously sleeping on, careful not to disconnect the other boy’s grip on his arm because yes, he kinda liked it, and turns to chapter three. “Well, let’s start with Stoichiometry…”
Hyukjae fails to see the mischievous smile on the other’s face.
Three years later, Hyukjae sees a picture of that bespectacled boy on the dedications page of the daily newspaper - Lee Donghae tops 3 of the country’s best universities, congratulations! - it says, and up to now Hyukjae still wonders why the hell someone as smart as Donghae asked to take lessons from him.
Maybe if he’ll see him again, he’ll ask.
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4.
For the nth time, six-year-old Donghae looks at the other kid on the sandbox just beside the one he’s in. The kid’s hair was red and Donghae hasn’t seen anything like that before, so to say that he’s fascinated is an understatement.
He’s been staring at The Kid With The Weird Hair for over ten minutes now, and the latter probably hasn’t noticed yet; the kid’s back was to Donghae and he seems busy with whatever he’s playing with at the moment, so Donghae uses this opportunity to sneak over to get a glimpse of his face.
Donghae is in the middle of standing up when The Kid With The Weird Hair, without warning, turns his head to where Donghae is, causing him to flail and stumble and pathetically roll all over the sandbox. He tries to stand up but he’s still too dizzy so he settles for lying flat on the surface until he hears a chuckle beside him. He looks up to see The Kid With The Weird Hair, his hand extended.
Cautiously, Donghae takes the hand. After all, it’s better to accept a helping hand rather than get more sand on his face.
“You alright, goldie?”
“Goldie?” Donghae has no idea what the other kid is talking about.
“Your hair… it’s weird.”
“B-But you’re The Kid With The Weird Hair!” Donghae sputters before he can stop himself, his hand immediately flying to his mouth, eyes wide. “S-S-Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he says guiltily, even though he’s really been calling him that ever since he laid eyes on the other kid. But the redhead doesn’t need to know anyway.
The Kid With The Weird Hair only raises his eyebrow at that, not at all mad. “You’re one to talk,” he suddenly says, amusement tainting his voice and face. “Your hair is gold!”
Donghae pouts and defensively covers his hair with his tiny hands, eyes travelling over to his mom for back-up. Unfortunately, his mom was engaged in a conversation with one of the mothers in the playground and she will not be able to rescue Donghae this time.
He was on his own, so he tries to come up with the best comeback ever. “I-It’s pretty.”
The Kid With The Weird Hair laughs, “Well, mine is pretty too!” he says, still amused. “But yeah, not as pretty as yours though.” He admits, and he slowly reaches over to pry Donghae’s hands away, which were still uselessly trying to protect his hair.
Donghae watches as The Kid With The Weird Hair gingerly strokes his locks, muttering a low, “So soft,” before proceeding to caress Donghae’s right cheek with his finger.
All of a sudden, Donghae feels piercing pain on his right cheek and he can’t help but burst out into tears. “Ow!” he cries out, half-angry and half-sad. He slaps the redhead’s hand away and pats his own cheek, seemingly trying to apologize to it.
“LEE HYUKJAE!”
Donghae turns to the sound of the voice and sees an infuriated woman approaching The Kid With The Weird Hair. Behind him is his mom and Donghae immediately runs to her for comfort.
“Mom!” He clutches his mom’s dress and looks up at her, eyes still brimming with unshed tears. “He hurt me!” he pouts, voice accusatory and finger pointing at The Kid With The Weird Hair, whose name is apparently Hyukjae.
“Lee Hyukjae!” Hyukjae’s mom exclaims again, glaring at her son. She crosses her arms and frowns. “What did I tell you about hurting other people?”
Hyukjae is terrified, looking like he was about to cry himself. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, mom!” He starts. “His hair was so soft and his skin was so smooth and he was so cute like a plincess, and his hair is like Rapunzel so… so…so…”
Donghae only watches as the boy and his mom bicker; he doesn’t really understand what a plincess or what a rapunzel is, so he looks up at his mom again to ask but he notices that she is trying to suppress a laugh, matching that of Hyukjae’s mom.
“Okay,” says Hyukjae’s mom, finally letting out a laugh. “But be careful next time, okay? C’mon, we have to go.” She grasps Hyukjae’s hands and proceeds to walk over to where Donghae and his mom were.
Donghae then sees Hyukjae struggling out of his mom’s grip and walking closer to where he is. The redhead reaches out both his hands and Donghae’s instinct was to shy away from the other’s touch.
“Don’t cry!” Hyukjae coos, tenderly wiping the tears away from Donghae’s pink cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. So don’t cry, okay?”
Donghae nods but pouts even harder, he doesn’t like it when people treat him like a child; he’s six now and soon he will be sebun, already an adult. But for some reason, the look of hope on The Kid With The Weird Hair’s (he prefers to call him that than by his real name) face prevents him from getting angry.
“I do.”
“I do what?”
“I do forgive you, duh.”
Hyukjae holds out his right pinky which makes Donghae raise an eyebrow. “Pinky promise then!” he grins. “I will never be mean to you or anyone else.”
Donghae beams, bright and beautiful, and happily does the same. However, his shyness gets the better of him and he softly pushes Hyukjae away after a few seconds. “I have to go now!” he waves, running over to his mom. “Bye, Kid With The Weird Hair! Maybe we’ll see each other around!”
The other only laughs as he watches the smaller boy and his mom disappear into the sunset.
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(+1)
The pale color of the practice room ceiling greets Hyukjae when he opens his eyes that afternoon. He doesn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep; he must’ve been extremely tired if he had actually collapsed out of exhaustion after a few hours of practice.
Other than being physically exhausted, he is mentally exhausted as well. He knows that he had promised Junsu that they will never give up in pursuing their dreams of becoming world-famous artists, but he had been practicing 24/7, and his dream of debuting seems to be pushed farther and farther away from him.
“Hey, Hyuk.” Hyukjae snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of the voice from the door.
Hyukjae nods in acknowledgement. “Hi, hyung.”
Jungsoo is one of the few trainees Hyukjae holds regular conversations with. The older joined the company a year after him, and within minutes, Hyukjae knew that this Park Jungsoo will always hold a special place in his heart. Hyukjae smiles fondly at the memory, eyes travelling to Jungsoo. It is then that he notices that his hyung is not alone.
Behind Jungsoo is a small boy - Hyukjae can barely see him; the boy appears to be shy with his flushed cheeks and downcast eyes, making the floor seem to be the most interesting thing in the world. Hyukjae also notices the fact that one of the boy’s small hands is fisted on Jungsoo’s shirt.
“Hyuk, this is Lee Donghae. He’s going to debut with me and guess what,” Jungsoo starts with a slight laugh, his arm slightly pushing Donghae - so that’s his name - towards Hyukjae. “Donghae says that he’s a fan of yours. You know, of SRD? He’s been in some of your showcases.”
The brunette takes very small steps, still nearer to Jungsoo than Hyukjae, and bows countless times.
Hyukjae takes initiative and saunters over to Jungsoo and Donghae. “Hi, kiddo. I know your name and you know mine, but it’s nice to be properly introduced, no?” Hyukjae says, extending his hand to the other. “I’m Lee Hyukjae! And you are?”
The brunette stares at the extended hand before he hesitantly takes it. “I’m Lee Donghae,” he starts. “I’m not a kid; I’m only a few months younger than you.” He quickly but shyly adds.
He says it with a pout and Hyukjae is torn between buying the smaller boy sweets and making him cry (with the help of Junsu, of course). He then ushers the two inside, but Jungsoo politely declines, saying that he still has things to work on, so Hyukjae and Donghae bid him goodbye.
Both boys in the practice room stare at each other awkwardly.
“Uh,” Hyukjae rubs the back of his head, not really knowing what to say. “You really shouldn’t be so shy, you know!” he grins. “After all, you did say you’re only a few months younger, right?”
Donghae nods, and his previously guarded appearance transforms into a completely open expression. His mouth curves into a smile reaching his eyes, almost reaching his nose as well, quite literally. His huge brown eyes are sparkling, Hyukjae notices, as the smaller boy tucks some of his middle-parted hair behind his ears. “So… tell me more about yourself, hyung?” he asks, like a puppy waiting for his food, and Hyukjae almost swears he sees a wagging tail behind the boy.
“Well, that was quick,” Hyukjae thinks, as he watches, a pleased smile taking over his features.
They talk for what seem like hours, and Hyukjae realizes that Donghae loves babbling, the latter isn’t even conscious of the fact that he’s doing 80% of the talking, talking animatedly while Hyukjae just nods and smiles, obviously captivated by the other boy’s charms.
Hyukjae thinks that Donghae is warm golden sunlight on a bright Sunday morning, a breath of fresh air, cold rain on a scorching summer day, and Hyukjae feels his fatigue slowly fading away.
More than a year later, Hyukjae learns that he, along with eleven other boys will debut in a band called Super Junior 05. Hyukjae is happy, but what makes him happier is that he will debut along with his friends - Sungmin, Jungsoo, and Donghae.
Hyukjae catches Donghae’s eyes from across the table and the latter grins at him, all sparkling, uneven teeth and chubby cheeks and nose crinkles. The brunette sends him two-thumbs up, still grinning, and mouths a We’re going to debut! and Hyukjae thinks that maybe, just maybe, he is a little bit in love.
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A/N: I swear all of these were supposed to be short but I guess I enjoyed writing some more than the others :( But anyway, yay for random bouts of creativity! \o/ Thank you for reading!
Hyukjae/Donghae, R, 4720 words
1.
“Will that be full nude or just topless?”
I have no idea why I’m here, Hyukjae thinks, as he gulps another shot of Bacardi. Really. He just recently had a big fight with his longtime girlfriend Krystal, and being the strong man that he is, Hyukjae called up Kyuhyun and cried and cried for hours, lightly punching the wall beside his bed to reclaim some of his masculinity.
Hyukjae knew his best friend was not listening. He could hear the light tap of fingers on controller buttons and Kyuhyun cursing here and there, but it was nice to have someone with you on the phone rather than talking to the air, so he kept on spitting out incoherencies until Kyuhyun finally decided that he had enough and said, “I’m coming over. Get dressed.”
Before he knew what Kyuhyun was doing, Hyukjae found himself dragged inside a strip club.
A male stripclub.
He wants to sock Kyuhyun.
“Hello? Earth to customer!”
“But I-I… I didn’t, uh, o-order…” he stammers, eyes looking everywhere except at the stripper before him, and that’s when he sees Kyuhyun on the other side of the bar, smirking. He reads Kyuhyun’s lips, “Enjoy,” and Hyukjae wonders why he has an asshole for a best friend.
Now he really will sock Kyuhyun.
It takes all of his willpower to look at the stripper before him and he feels his breath taken away.
He is around his age, dark brown locks tied into a half ponytail and his built smaller than his own. The stripper’s face looks innocent and boyish, totally opposite of what strippers usually look like (in Hyukjae’s porn, anyway). His eyes meet the other’s and he thinks that they’re the most piercing eyes he’s ever seen. He looks down from the stripper’s brown eyes to his perfectly-shaped nose, to his M-shaped lips, to his well-defined jawline, down to his neck - collarbone - and Hyukjae thinks that maybe it’s the alcohol talking but, not bad.
“Do you want to fuck me or are we just going to eye-fuck each other all night?” the stripper asks with a scowl, arms crossed and foot impatiently tapping the floor.
“B-B-But wait,” Hyukjae nervously sputters out. “There’s been a misunderstanding, I never, uh, ordered you.”
“You didn’t,” the other agrees with a bit of air around him. “But that curly-haired guy over there did,” He signals to Kyuhyun, who is absorbed in his own alcoholic world, unaware of two or three strippers wanting his attention.
“That damned rich bastard.” Hyukjae wants to say, but nothing comes out of his mouth.
“And he booked me for the whole night, so…” the stripper further justifies with a shrug. “Back to my earlier question. Do you want me to do a topless striptease first or do you want us to fuck already?”
Hyukjae nervously lets out a laugh at the other’s vulgar words. He loves watching porn, yes, but he has never been to an actual strip club before and therefore has no idea how to reject a stripper who apparently your best friend had booked for you the whole night. So he does what he does best.
He takes two shots of Bacardi.
Maybe this was all a hallucination and the stripper will disappear.
But he doesn’t, and Hyukjae often finds himself in situations like this but the next thing he knows, he’s being dragged inside one of the VIP rooms in the vicinity. He observes the small room he’s currently in; there is a bed, a rectangular table, and one lone chair in the middle of the room and what the hell is that for?
He doesn’t need to wait further for an answer, however, as he is pushed to sit on the chair, the stripper slowly unbuttoning Hyukjae’s white button-up shirt until it’s fully removed from his body. He gulps, more nervous than ever, as the stripper’s lust-filled eyes meets his own.
“How do you want to fuck me?” the stripper says, climbing onto Hyukjae’s lap, face too close for comfort and small tongue darting out to lick the other’s trembling lips before crashing it with his own. Hyukjae lets out something between a whine and a squeak as their lips connect. This goes unnoticed by the stripper, however, as he continues, “Do you want to spread my legs apart until I can’t take it anymore? Do you want me to ride you? Do you want it with or without lube? Or do you want me to suck you first?”
Hyukjae almost chokes on his own spit, but he’s far too busy gripping Donghae’s slim waist to care.
“I don’t ask for my customers’ names, so no need to tell me yours.” He roughly grinds on Hyukjae, hips in a circular motion, earning a groan from the other. He flashes the man underneath him a wicked smile, too fiendish for someone with an innocent face. “But my name is Donghae, just in case you want something to groan out later.”
This is when Hyukjae finally decides that he has enough of the other’s cockiness. He grabs Donghae by the waist, and before the other realizes this, he’s being pushed to the bed with Hyukjae hovering on top of him. Hyukjae pins his wrists with one hand while the other works on his pants, pulling it off of Donghae in one, swift move.
“Tell you what we should do,” Hyukjae starts harshly rolling his hips. “You’ll bend over that table over there and I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll end up screaming obscenities you never knew existed. I’ll fuck you so hard that it will still hurt next week.”
Hyukjae hears Donghae gasp as he spread his ass cheeks apart, fingers rubbing his opening, not pushing in, but just rubbing. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll end up getting a boner just by thinking of me. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never want it to stop hurting.”
He then removes his fingers from Donghae’s opening and places both his hands on either side of Donghae’s head, his clothed erection rubbing against Donghae’s bare ones. He thrusts in a rapid motion, as much as his body allows him to, and connects his mouth to a mewling Donghae’s partially open lips. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll end up breaking your own rules and ask for my name.”
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name, Donghae.”
The stripper comes in his tight leather pants with a whimper.
Hearing the stripper make that sound, Hyukjae seems to have snapped out of a trance. He sits up, face resembling a deer caught in headlights. He shakes his head and rubs his temples to sober himself up a little and proceeds to gather his things. He takes his jacket and lamely tries to cover the tent on his jeans. His eyes dart from the door to the stripper and back to the door. “I-I have to go.” He doesn’t know why, but he feels the need to say it.
Donghae, who hasn’t come down from his high, looks at the other with half-lidded eyes. “Wait,” he calls out weakly, trying to get up. “Y-your name. Can I at least get your name?” he asks, eyes hopeful.
Hyukjae only shakes his head and hurriedly walks out the door.
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2.
Mokpo.
The grass is too green, the sky is too blue, and the sunlight is too golden. Sometimes, his hometown seems too good to be true.
But then Donghae trips on a rock and he does an involuntary sharp intake of breath, and he inhales the scent of the dirty marketplace and freshly-picked vegetables and different breeds of fish. Donghae is reminded of his hometown’s “imperfections” and Donghae thinks life couldn’t get better.
“Excuse me, can I ask something?”
Donghae turns to his left and sees a black, shiny sportscar with its windows rolled down. In it is a man wearing a suit and Donghae assumes that he’s one of those big-time corporate douches out to get some, if not all, of their town’s property. Donghae still tries to reply in the nicest way possible. “Sure, anything I can help you with!”
“Is there any place here where I can unwind, or something?” The man asks with a small smile.
Donghae is taken aback by this question, and now that he’s nearer to where the man is, he notices that the other’s red hair is too scruffy for someone belonging in the corporate world, and his eyebags that decorate his tired eyes are too deep-set for someone his age.
“Oh. Um, well, there is one place I like going to whenever I want to relax. It’s by th-”
“Great,” the man interrupts. “Can you please take me there?”
Donghae doesn’t appreciate being cut short, but the pleading look on the man’s face makes him impossible to resist, even though he was a bit rude. “But, I have fish…” he claims lamely, gesturing at the pail he was holding.
The man inside the car pauses for a few seconds before he throws his head back and gives out a warm laugh. Donghae thinks his eye wrinkles are adorable. “That’s alright, you can bring it in. I don’t mind the smell.”
Donghae purses his lips in thought. He knows getting inside car of a random person he knows nothing about, on his own will even, would be the stupidest thing ever, but Donghae feels like he can trust this man. He sighs and gets in the car.
After a few minutes of driving in silence, the brunette mutters a soft we’re here, and the car comes to a stop. This is his favorite place - the breeze and the smell around and of the Yellow Sea remind Donghae of his dad; both of them used to go here to talk about things, to talk about life; and now that his dad’s gone, the only reminder left in this place is the feel of the gentle wind caressing his cheeks, just like what his dad used to do.
The redhead gets out of the car, and Donghae sadly becomes aware of the fact that the man was a few inches taller than him, dammit, quite a blow to his ego. He shrugs it off and follows the man, who took his place on the ledge, looking at the Yellow Sea.
He’s been standing there awkwardly for a few minutes, and Donghae takes this time to observe the other man who was currently absorbed in his own thoughts. He tries not to gaze lovingly at the other man’s hair, and fails. Korea is known for its absurd hair colors, but it is only now that Donghae has seen red look amazing on another man. He is mesmerized, to say the least, but he tries not to show it.
“You like my hair?” It is then Donghae realizes that he’s been absent-mindedly staring at the man for quite some time, and the other has his head turned towards him, head resting on his hands, small smirk gracing his lips.
“W-Well, Mister Cocky,” Donghae stutters. “If you’re happy here, I’ll be taking my leave now because I have better things to do…”
“It’s Eunhyuk.”
“What?”
Eunhyuk approaches the smaller man and ruffles his hair “I prefer to be called Eunhyuk, not Mister Cocky. And accompany me here, please? Just for a few hours.” He begs.
Donghae sighs and gives in. “What brings you to Mokpo, anyway?”
“Well,” The redhead purses his lips. “I’m rich.”
Donghae stares blankly at him.
“And unhappy. My father pretty much dumps his whole life on me - his company which I really don’t care about, and his business partners’ companies, which I also don’t care about. He trains me day in and day out on how to become the most successful businessman when all I want is to finish my studies first before engaging in any business gig.”
Donghae listens to the other man, sympathetic. “You haven’t finished your studies yet? I’m almost sure someone your age would be done by now…”
Eunhyuk looks at Donghae, amused. “How old do you think I am?”
“…25?”
“Add 6 years, then yes, I’m 25.”
“Y-You’re my age?!” Donghae exclaims, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Nineteen?!”
Eunhyuk clicks his tongue. “Is it that surprising?” he shakes his head and turns to the Yellow Sea again. “I’m just too exhausted, physically and mentally, and I bet it shows on my face.”
Donghae stares at the ground, guilty. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“It’s not your fault, really.” Eunhyuk consoles. “It’s just that today was the worst day of all days, because I just found out that I’m getting married in seven months. To someone I don’t know.”
“She’s supposed to be pretty, apparently. Knows English too,” He continues. “Daughter of one of my dad’s biggest business partners. Name’s Miyoung. Really, I can take all other things he dumps on me, but to plan my utmost personal life is just bullshit.”
Donghae just nods in understanding, not really knowing what to say.
“So as soon as I heard this from one of the employees, I quickly got into my car and drove off to wherever. I didn’t realize I was in Mokpo, honestly, until you told me.” Eunhyuk admits sheepishly.
“Is this why you’re in a corporate attire?”
Eunhyuk nods.
“I know dad is doing this for my future, but sometimes it’s also nice to get away from ‘the perfect life’, you know?”
“No, I don’t. Because my life is far from perfect, but it’s nice to know that you chose me to listen to your problems.” the brunette confesses. “You can take my fish if you want, if it makes you feel any better.” Donghae offers.
Eunhyuk laughs. “You do realize how sexual that sounds, right?”
The fisherman only pouts and ignores the other’s man’s comment. “You can always come here in Mokpo if you want to unwind! This is not exactly a small city, but if you visit here and smell fish, then that’s probably me!” He says, trying to make himself feel better than anyone else. “I’m sorry I don’t have a cellphone.” He finishes miserably.
“Hey,” Eunhyuk tilts Donghae’s chin up and gazes at his eyes. “Like I said before, not your fault, okay? You did more than anyone else could, cute little fisherman, so thank you.”
Donghae giggles at the nickname. “You’re welcome, Eunhyuk.”
Eunhyuk pats the shorter man’s cheek and looks at his watch. “Eh, I guess it’s time for me to go then,” he says, voice filled with grief. “People are probably worried about me.”
He doesn’t want to admit it but Donghae feels lonely, he wants to know more about Eunhyuk and for some reason, he also wants to be the source of his comfort, but who was he to have a say? “Okay then.” He nods.
Eunhyuk starts his car and rolls down the window. “Thank you again, cute fisherman!”
Donghae smiles and waves him goodbye.
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3.
Hyukjae feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he tries to shake the intruder away by swatting his hand over to wherever that person was. The intruder was very persistent, however, and he swears he’s going to beat the lights out of this person who dares to disturb his peaceful sleep inside the library.
Annoyed, he snaps his head up and comes face to face with a not-so-familiar face.
Hyukjae scans the boy up and down, taking note of the boy’s appearance - disheveled brown hair, glasses too huge for his face, braces, acne, and the oh-so-prim-and-proper uniform, correctly-placed necktie and all.
“Oh,” Hyukjae thinks. “He’s one of them.”
As ridiculous as it may sound, their school probably has all the most common highschool stereotypes: the potheads, the emo kids, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the jocks; you name it, they have it. However, it all boils down to two categories: the cool kids and the not cool kids. Not that he wants to brag, but Hyukjae and this guy in front of him obviously belong to different categories.
“Hello!” the boy greets, a little too eager for Hyukjae’s liking. “I just noticed that you have a chemistry book with you,”
Hyukjae raises his eyebrows and scowls. “And?” He tries to keep his replies short, to show that he was uninterested in wherever this conversation was going, because really, that nerd woke him up for this?
It’s either the boy is stupid or he just chooses to ignore his disinterest. He actually perks up more, if that’s even possible, now that Hyukjae has replied to him. He grins. “Well, I’m kind of having a hard time understanding Chemistry, so…”
Hyukjae waits for the other to finish, but all of a sudden, the boy clings to him like some koala and rubs his nose on Hyukjae’s sleeve.
What the fuck, says Hyukjae’s brain.
“What the fuck,” says Hyukjae.
“Teach me?”
“Why would a nerd like you want to take lessons from someone like me?” Hyukjae wonders out loud, and the other boy just smiles, far too enthusiastic for someone who just received an indirect verbal attack.
“Exactly! The fact that I’m wanting to take lessons from, quote unquote, someone like you means something!” The shorter boy almost yells out, seemingly forgetting the fact that they were in a library.
He doesn’t understand what the other’s logic is, but he gives up. “Fine.” Hyukjae huffs, defeated by the brunette’s persistence. Plus, who can resist a cute face like that, anyway. He takes the book he was previously sleeping on, careful not to disconnect the other boy’s grip on his arm because yes, he kinda liked it, and turns to chapter three. “Well, let’s start with Stoichiometry…”
Hyukjae fails to see the mischievous smile on the other’s face.
Three years later, Hyukjae sees a picture of that bespectacled boy on the dedications page of the daily newspaper - Lee Donghae tops 3 of the country’s best universities, congratulations! - it says, and up to now Hyukjae still wonders why the hell someone as smart as Donghae asked to take lessons from him.
Maybe if he’ll see him again, he’ll ask.
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4.
For the nth time, six-year-old Donghae looks at the other kid on the sandbox just beside the one he’s in. The kid’s hair was red and Donghae hasn’t seen anything like that before, so to say that he’s fascinated is an understatement.
He’s been staring at The Kid With The Weird Hair for over ten minutes now, and the latter probably hasn’t noticed yet; the kid’s back was to Donghae and he seems busy with whatever he’s playing with at the moment, so Donghae uses this opportunity to sneak over to get a glimpse of his face.
Donghae is in the middle of standing up when The Kid With The Weird Hair, without warning, turns his head to where Donghae is, causing him to flail and stumble and pathetically roll all over the sandbox. He tries to stand up but he’s still too dizzy so he settles for lying flat on the surface until he hears a chuckle beside him. He looks up to see The Kid With The Weird Hair, his hand extended.
Cautiously, Donghae takes the hand. After all, it’s better to accept a helping hand rather than get more sand on his face.
“You alright, goldie?”
“Goldie?” Donghae has no idea what the other kid is talking about.
“Your hair… it’s weird.”
“B-But you’re The Kid With The Weird Hair!” Donghae sputters before he can stop himself, his hand immediately flying to his mouth, eyes wide. “S-S-Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he says guiltily, even though he’s really been calling him that ever since he laid eyes on the other kid. But the redhead doesn’t need to know anyway.
The Kid With The Weird Hair only raises his eyebrow at that, not at all mad. “You’re one to talk,” he suddenly says, amusement tainting his voice and face. “Your hair is gold!”
Donghae pouts and defensively covers his hair with his tiny hands, eyes travelling over to his mom for back-up. Unfortunately, his mom was engaged in a conversation with one of the mothers in the playground and she will not be able to rescue Donghae this time.
He was on his own, so he tries to come up with the best comeback ever. “I-It’s pretty.”
The Kid With The Weird Hair laughs, “Well, mine is pretty too!” he says, still amused. “But yeah, not as pretty as yours though.” He admits, and he slowly reaches over to pry Donghae’s hands away, which were still uselessly trying to protect his hair.
Donghae watches as The Kid With The Weird Hair gingerly strokes his locks, muttering a low, “So soft,” before proceeding to caress Donghae’s right cheek with his finger.
All of a sudden, Donghae feels piercing pain on his right cheek and he can’t help but burst out into tears. “Ow!” he cries out, half-angry and half-sad. He slaps the redhead’s hand away and pats his own cheek, seemingly trying to apologize to it.
“LEE HYUKJAE!”
Donghae turns to the sound of the voice and sees an infuriated woman approaching The Kid With The Weird Hair. Behind him is his mom and Donghae immediately runs to her for comfort.
“Mom!” He clutches his mom’s dress and looks up at her, eyes still brimming with unshed tears. “He hurt me!” he pouts, voice accusatory and finger pointing at The Kid With The Weird Hair, whose name is apparently Hyukjae.
“Lee Hyukjae!” Hyukjae’s mom exclaims again, glaring at her son. She crosses her arms and frowns. “What did I tell you about hurting other people?”
Hyukjae is terrified, looking like he was about to cry himself. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, mom!” He starts. “His hair was so soft and his skin was so smooth and he was so cute like a plincess, and his hair is like Rapunzel so… so…so…”
Donghae only watches as the boy and his mom bicker; he doesn’t really understand what a plincess or what a rapunzel is, so he looks up at his mom again to ask but he notices that she is trying to suppress a laugh, matching that of Hyukjae’s mom.
“Okay,” says Hyukjae’s mom, finally letting out a laugh. “But be careful next time, okay? C’mon, we have to go.” She grasps Hyukjae’s hands and proceeds to walk over to where Donghae and his mom were.
Donghae then sees Hyukjae struggling out of his mom’s grip and walking closer to where he is. The redhead reaches out both his hands and Donghae’s instinct was to shy away from the other’s touch.
“Don’t cry!” Hyukjae coos, tenderly wiping the tears away from Donghae’s pink cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. So don’t cry, okay?”
Donghae nods but pouts even harder, he doesn’t like it when people treat him like a child; he’s six now and soon he will be sebun, already an adult. But for some reason, the look of hope on The Kid With The Weird Hair’s (he prefers to call him that than by his real name) face prevents him from getting angry.
“I do.”
“I do what?”
“I do forgive you, duh.”
Hyukjae holds out his right pinky which makes Donghae raise an eyebrow. “Pinky promise then!” he grins. “I will never be mean to you or anyone else.”
Donghae beams, bright and beautiful, and happily does the same. However, his shyness gets the better of him and he softly pushes Hyukjae away after a few seconds. “I have to go now!” he waves, running over to his mom. “Bye, Kid With The Weird Hair! Maybe we’ll see each other around!”
The other only laughs as he watches the smaller boy and his mom disappear into the sunset.
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(+1)
The pale color of the practice room ceiling greets Hyukjae when he opens his eyes that afternoon. He doesn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep; he must’ve been extremely tired if he had actually collapsed out of exhaustion after a few hours of practice.
Other than being physically exhausted, he is mentally exhausted as well. He knows that he had promised Junsu that they will never give up in pursuing their dreams of becoming world-famous artists, but he had been practicing 24/7, and his dream of debuting seems to be pushed farther and farther away from him.
“Hey, Hyuk.” Hyukjae snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of the voice from the door.
Hyukjae nods in acknowledgement. “Hi, hyung.”
Jungsoo is one of the few trainees Hyukjae holds regular conversations with. The older joined the company a year after him, and within minutes, Hyukjae knew that this Park Jungsoo will always hold a special place in his heart. Hyukjae smiles fondly at the memory, eyes travelling to Jungsoo. It is then that he notices that his hyung is not alone.
Behind Jungsoo is a small boy - Hyukjae can barely see him; the boy appears to be shy with his flushed cheeks and downcast eyes, making the floor seem to be the most interesting thing in the world. Hyukjae also notices the fact that one of the boy’s small hands is fisted on Jungsoo’s shirt.
“Hyuk, this is Lee Donghae. He’s going to debut with me and guess what,” Jungsoo starts with a slight laugh, his arm slightly pushing Donghae - so that’s his name - towards Hyukjae. “Donghae says that he’s a fan of yours. You know, of SRD? He’s been in some of your showcases.”
The brunette takes very small steps, still nearer to Jungsoo than Hyukjae, and bows countless times.
Hyukjae takes initiative and saunters over to Jungsoo and Donghae. “Hi, kiddo. I know your name and you know mine, but it’s nice to be properly introduced, no?” Hyukjae says, extending his hand to the other. “I’m Lee Hyukjae! And you are?”
The brunette stares at the extended hand before he hesitantly takes it. “I’m Lee Donghae,” he starts. “I’m not a kid; I’m only a few months younger than you.” He quickly but shyly adds.
He says it with a pout and Hyukjae is torn between buying the smaller boy sweets and making him cry (with the help of Junsu, of course). He then ushers the two inside, but Jungsoo politely declines, saying that he still has things to work on, so Hyukjae and Donghae bid him goodbye.
Both boys in the practice room stare at each other awkwardly.
“Uh,” Hyukjae rubs the back of his head, not really knowing what to say. “You really shouldn’t be so shy, you know!” he grins. “After all, you did say you’re only a few months younger, right?”
Donghae nods, and his previously guarded appearance transforms into a completely open expression. His mouth curves into a smile reaching his eyes, almost reaching his nose as well, quite literally. His huge brown eyes are sparkling, Hyukjae notices, as the smaller boy tucks some of his middle-parted hair behind his ears. “So… tell me more about yourself, hyung?” he asks, like a puppy waiting for his food, and Hyukjae almost swears he sees a wagging tail behind the boy.
“Well, that was quick,” Hyukjae thinks, as he watches, a pleased smile taking over his features.
They talk for what seem like hours, and Hyukjae realizes that Donghae loves babbling, the latter isn’t even conscious of the fact that he’s doing 80% of the talking, talking animatedly while Hyukjae just nods and smiles, obviously captivated by the other boy’s charms.
Hyukjae thinks that Donghae is warm golden sunlight on a bright Sunday morning, a breath of fresh air, cold rain on a scorching summer day, and Hyukjae feels his fatigue slowly fading away.
More than a year later, Hyukjae learns that he, along with eleven other boys will debut in a band called Super Junior 05. Hyukjae is happy, but what makes him happier is that he will debut along with his friends - Sungmin, Jungsoo, and Donghae.
Hyukjae catches Donghae’s eyes from across the table and the latter grins at him, all sparkling, uneven teeth and chubby cheeks and nose crinkles. The brunette sends him two-thumbs up, still grinning, and mouths a We’re going to debut! and Hyukjae thinks that maybe, just maybe, he is a little bit in love.
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A/N: I swear all of these were supposed to be short but I guess I enjoyed writing some more than the others :( But anyway, yay for random bouts of creativity! \o/ Thank you for reading!