less than 100 calories, whether you like it or not (Eunhyuk/Tablo)
Eunhyuk/Tablo (Super Junior/Epik High)
PG-13. 912 words.
Short and quick and inspired by salads.
"Hyukjae."
He looks up from his molecule of a steak to meet Tablo's bemused gaze.
"There are three leaves on my plate. I mean, they're artfully arranged and all, and there's some kind of oil or dressing drizzled on them, but..." He glances down and plucks a flowery-looking stem from his plate with his fingers. "This is half of my main course, and therefore costs 25,000 won." He glances back at Eunhyuk. "This better be the best freaking aphrodisiac known to man," he adds, and pops it into his mouth, swallowing after two chews and never taking his eyes off of Eunhyuk.
Eunhyuk flushes, hovering between truly embarrassed and downright mortified, and sets his cutlery down with a sigh. "I'm sorry, hyung. I shouldn't have chosen this place."
"Well." He doesn't argue. Eunhyuk bites his lip and thinks it would've been nice if he'd at least pretended to lie. "It's alright. Finish your food and we can get out of here." He flashes him a stupid-looking grin, and Eunhyuk wrinkles his nose when he looks back down at his plate.
They're outside on the pavement, food finished and bill paid, in less than ten minutes. Eunhyuk's shoulders are hunched up around his ears, hands buried in the pockets of his open coat, and he can't meet Tablo's eyes.
"Hey." An elbow nudges him, and he ducks deeper into his collar, feeling like an idiot.
"Hyukjae, it's fine. Look." Tablo stops, grabbing Eunhyuk by the shoulders and forcing him to look up. "It's fine. It was a total ripoff and I could probably eat an entire hippo right now, but that's okay, Hyukjae. You know I hate to say this, but we can afford it, okay? Don't beat yourself up about it."
He squints at Tablo, then sighs, shoulders relaxing marginally. "Yeah, I know. I just feel really stupid, hyung. I wanted to-just wanted to make it memorable."
"It was memorable! Just-not in the way you expected it to be." Tablo's face is horribly optimistic, and Eunhyuk finds himself cracking a tiny grin, one that Tablo returns with an even bigger one of his own and a brief touch of his finger to Eunhyuk's cheek, the pad of his thumb swiping against the side of Eunhyuk’s chin as if he isn't really thinking about it.
They're nice, these tiny touches. Eunhyuk thinks he should've just ordered greasy takeout so they could’ve done this all night in the privacy of Tablo's apartment. His stomach gurgles in agreement.
Tablo looks down and lets out a small laugh. He pats Eunhyuk's stomach lightly and pulls away to unlock his car, and Eunhyuk imagines how he would've lingered there if they weren't in public, and wishes even more that he hadn't thought going out was a good idea. He can see Tablo's hand drifting to the pocket of his jacket Hyukjae knows contains his cigarettes, and he's about to reach for Tablo's hand when it curls into a fist and Tablo crosses his arms over his chest.
"Okay," Tablo says, sniffling a bit in the cold air, and squints at him. "You wanna come over? Like, to watch a movie, or... something. We can get takeout. From that Thai place you like on the corner."
Part of Eunhyuk wonders if dating someone is always like this, with a strange intuition about each other. The other part of him, led primarily by his stomach (perhaps with his libido as second-in-command), is clamouring in agreement, and he nods. Tablo grins, that weird tilted half-smile, and gestures to the passenger side as he goes around the car.
Once they're in the car, Tablo reaches to start the engine. Eunhyuk catches his hand, just to hold for a moment. Tablo looks at him a bit quizzically, but laces their fingers together anyway. "Hyukjae?"
Eunhyuk glances beyond the car windows. The lot's fairly empty; it's a weekday evening, and Tablo parked the car a little ways away from the restaurant, so there's no one hanging around. He looks back at Tablo's mouth, and licks his dry lips. "I know this wasn't the best date ever, but I just wanted to..." Eunhyuk meets Tablo's eyes with his own, and Tablo smiles when Eunhyuk leans over the space separating the seats. The kiss is soft, light and sweet, one that makes Eunhyuk's toes kind of tingly, and he pulls away slowly, grinning like a fool despite the fact that his stomach is protesting something awful. It's okay, though, because Tablo's grin looks pretty dumb and all lovey-dovey as well, and there's no one there to see but the two of them.
Tablo turns back to the steering wheel, blinking a little as he guns the engine. "Alright, well, the night's not over, Hyukjae. Still got potential for the best date ever." He throws a smile at Eunhyuk as he pulls out of the parking space, and Eunhyuk laughs, already thinking of the surefire ways he can convince Tablo to ditch the movie for a nice, long necking session on the couch. But food first, he reminds himself, a helpful grumble from his stomach. Definitely food first.
_________
2 days earlier:
“Take her somewhere nice,” Sungmin propped his head on his arm. “Somewhere she won’t forget.”
“You mean,” Eunhyuk wracked his brain for ideas, “Like, someplace expensive?”
“Sure. Just a nice place. You’re treating her, right?”
“Um, I guess so.”
“You guess? Don’t be cheap, Hyukkie. Take her somewhere she normally wouldn't go.”
And so he did.
Behind the scenes:
wobaozhewo : So was eating a salad. Out of NOWHERE pops blohyuk. In my mind. Out of NOWHERE. wtf self.
PG-13. 912 words.
Short and quick and inspired by salads.
"Hyukjae."
He looks up from his molecule of a steak to meet Tablo's bemused gaze.
"There are three leaves on my plate. I mean, they're artfully arranged and all, and there's some kind of oil or dressing drizzled on them, but..." He glances down and plucks a flowery-looking stem from his plate with his fingers. "This is half of my main course, and therefore costs 25,000 won." He glances back at Eunhyuk. "This better be the best freaking aphrodisiac known to man," he adds, and pops it into his mouth, swallowing after two chews and never taking his eyes off of Eunhyuk.
Eunhyuk flushes, hovering between truly embarrassed and downright mortified, and sets his cutlery down with a sigh. "I'm sorry, hyung. I shouldn't have chosen this place."
"Well." He doesn't argue. Eunhyuk bites his lip and thinks it would've been nice if he'd at least pretended to lie. "It's alright. Finish your food and we can get out of here." He flashes him a stupid-looking grin, and Eunhyuk wrinkles his nose when he looks back down at his plate.
They're outside on the pavement, food finished and bill paid, in less than ten minutes. Eunhyuk's shoulders are hunched up around his ears, hands buried in the pockets of his open coat, and he can't meet Tablo's eyes.
"Hey." An elbow nudges him, and he ducks deeper into his collar, feeling like an idiot.
"Hyukjae, it's fine. Look." Tablo stops, grabbing Eunhyuk by the shoulders and forcing him to look up. "It's fine. It was a total ripoff and I could probably eat an entire hippo right now, but that's okay, Hyukjae. You know I hate to say this, but we can afford it, okay? Don't beat yourself up about it."
He squints at Tablo, then sighs, shoulders relaxing marginally. "Yeah, I know. I just feel really stupid, hyung. I wanted to-just wanted to make it memorable."
"It was memorable! Just-not in the way you expected it to be." Tablo's face is horribly optimistic, and Eunhyuk finds himself cracking a tiny grin, one that Tablo returns with an even bigger one of his own and a brief touch of his finger to Eunhyuk's cheek, the pad of his thumb swiping against the side of Eunhyuk’s chin as if he isn't really thinking about it.
They're nice, these tiny touches. Eunhyuk thinks he should've just ordered greasy takeout so they could’ve done this all night in the privacy of Tablo's apartment. His stomach gurgles in agreement.
Tablo looks down and lets out a small laugh. He pats Eunhyuk's stomach lightly and pulls away to unlock his car, and Eunhyuk imagines how he would've lingered there if they weren't in public, and wishes even more that he hadn't thought going out was a good idea. He can see Tablo's hand drifting to the pocket of his jacket Hyukjae knows contains his cigarettes, and he's about to reach for Tablo's hand when it curls into a fist and Tablo crosses his arms over his chest.
"Okay," Tablo says, sniffling a bit in the cold air, and squints at him. "You wanna come over? Like, to watch a movie, or... something. We can get takeout. From that Thai place you like on the corner."
Part of Eunhyuk wonders if dating someone is always like this, with a strange intuition about each other. The other part of him, led primarily by his stomach (perhaps with his libido as second-in-command), is clamouring in agreement, and he nods. Tablo grins, that weird tilted half-smile, and gestures to the passenger side as he goes around the car.
Once they're in the car, Tablo reaches to start the engine. Eunhyuk catches his hand, just to hold for a moment. Tablo looks at him a bit quizzically, but laces their fingers together anyway. "Hyukjae?"
Eunhyuk glances beyond the car windows. The lot's fairly empty; it's a weekday evening, and Tablo parked the car a little ways away from the restaurant, so there's no one hanging around. He looks back at Tablo's mouth, and licks his dry lips. "I know this wasn't the best date ever, but I just wanted to..." Eunhyuk meets Tablo's eyes with his own, and Tablo smiles when Eunhyuk leans over the space separating the seats. The kiss is soft, light and sweet, one that makes Eunhyuk's toes kind of tingly, and he pulls away slowly, grinning like a fool despite the fact that his stomach is protesting something awful. It's okay, though, because Tablo's grin looks pretty dumb and all lovey-dovey as well, and there's no one there to see but the two of them.
Tablo turns back to the steering wheel, blinking a little as he guns the engine. "Alright, well, the night's not over, Hyukjae. Still got potential for the best date ever." He throws a smile at Eunhyuk as he pulls out of the parking space, and Eunhyuk laughs, already thinking of the surefire ways he can convince Tablo to ditch the movie for a nice, long necking session on the couch. But food first, he reminds himself, a helpful grumble from his stomach. Definitely food first.
_________
2 days earlier:
“Take her somewhere nice,” Sungmin propped his head on his arm. “Somewhere she won’t forget.”
“You mean,” Eunhyuk wracked his brain for ideas, “Like, someplace expensive?”
“Sure. Just a nice place. You’re treating her, right?”
“Um, I guess so.”
“You guess? Don’t be cheap, Hyukkie. Take her somewhere she normally wouldn't go.”
And so he did.
Behind the scenes:
wobaozhewo : So was eating a salad. Out of NOWHERE pops blohyuk. In my mind. Out of NOWHERE. wtf self.