Eunhae Fanfic: Things You Don't Know
Title: Things You Don't Know
Author: tremmy_chii
Pairing: Haehyuk
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, anything, except this fanfic. :3
Summary:
Donghae keeps a small list of the things Hyukjae doesn't know and he treasures each of them as they turn into a moment of happiness.
Word Count: 2802
Humor, Fluff, Romance, Friendship...ish
A/N: I've been frustrated countless times because of this fic... LOL OTL Had to redo it so many times. Anyway, THIS IS FUR UUUUUUU nuee!!! 8DDD I'm sorry that you had to wait so long and I'm sorry that it's not quite what you wanted. OTL Either why, I still hope you enjoy this fic!
1. You don’t know that I don’t wear glasses.
The teacher writes a formula on the board and draws a geometric figure, getting ready for the next example for today’s lesson. I twirl the pencil in my hand while resting my head on the other, angling my sitting position for the best possible view. My glasses slide down the bridge of my nose and I pushed it back up for the umpteenth time with a frustrated sigh. I take a glance at the lesson and reason that I don’t have to take notes; I knew it all already.
Unconsciously, my eyes laid itself upon the boy beside me, whose desk was only an arm’s length away. He was concentrated and was busying taking notes, his pencil brushing against the paper at the speed of light. I chuckled to myself at how he would clumsily drop his papers all over the floor and attempt to pick them up while writing all at the same time. It was somewhat endearing, I thought, how he was so hardworking and gave all of his effort for whatever he did. Hyukjae, I uttered his name underneath my breath, smiling at the sight of his soft brown hair, fringe slightly covering his left eye. His eyes, almond-shaped, sparkled like the stars; his nose was tall and although it was not perfect, it was undeniably his. His lips were pink and plump like a girl’s, but they were chapped as how any guy’s was. Hyukjae’s skin was white and milky, and his figure so thin I would be afraid to touch him, for I might break him.
“Hm?” Hyukjae looked at me.
Did he hear?! I blushed and quickly turned away. That was completely uncalled for. I pretended to be busy searching for something in my backpack and rolled my eyes as my glasses slid down my nose again. I swore to never wear fake glasses again, even if my friends said it was the trend nowadays and girls happen to dig it.
“Why don’t you take notes?” Hyukjae asked, staring at the blank notebook with worried eyes. I turned to face him and before I knew it, the lie escaped my lips.
“I…I can’t see. I need new glasses, these are old and so…I can’t take notes.”
“Oh!” Hyukjae sympathized. “Then, I’ll let you borrow mine after I’m done writing them down, okay?” And he smiled with such brightness I couldn’t refuse. My heart unnecessarily leaped when our hands touched in the exchange. We suddenly talked more as the days increased and we were so close I couldn’t bear to tell him that I lied, that I don’t really need glasses and that he didn’t need to take notes for me. But how could I? I selfishly wanted him to talk to me, I wanted him to care about me, and I wanted him to think about me. This friendship might end if I told him. I can’t do that.
-
2. You don’t know how to ride a bike.
“Donghae, let’s go to the park!” Hyukjae exclaimed, barging into my room as if it was his home. “Let’s go, let’s go!”
I groan and pull the covers over my head, “What time is it?”
“It’s nine AM.”
“It’s only nine AM in the morning!” I complain and continue to make a fuss underneath the blanket. Normally, I would already be up at six but I had a friend over last night and together we played video games until about three.
“But Donghae, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the sky is blue, and the grass is green. This is revenge,” Hyukjae cackled, remembering how he was also interrupted of his sleep a week before. “Oh, and I brought a soccer ball.”
After I got up and did my daily morning routine, my mom served us breakfast before we got out the door. The park was about a twenty minute walk and honestly, I did not want to walk that far of a distance while still half asleep. I told Hyukjae to wait outside and he nodded while kicking the ball here and there with this and that footwork. I pushed out two bikes from the garage and called Hyukjae over, climbing one foot over to sit on the bike.
“What are you doing?” Hyukjae stared at me wide eyed. I laughed at how ridiculous he looked.
“Get on,” I pointed to the other bike next to me, “let’s ride to park.”
“Let’s walk,” Hyukjae insisted.
My frown deepened as I didn’t understand why Hyukjae would refuse such a simple thing. I pushed my glasses up - yes, I still have them - even though they did not slide down and I had gotten “new” ones, it became a habit. (I wondered if I would still have that habit when I took my glasses off. Would I accidentally push up air and hit my forehead with my finger and look like an idiot?) Riding a bike was much more convenient unless one didn’t know how to ride it. Then it clicked.
“You don’t know how to ride one?’ I cautiously asked. My question was answered when he hung his head low, cheeks reddening.
“Well, it’s not my fault ‘cause you see, we don’t have a bicycle at home and I don’t get the concept of balancing on two wheels.”
We were silent for a while until I decided to voice out the thought that was roaming in my head, “Get on!
Hyukjae raised an eyebrow, “I just said I can’t -!”
“No, I mean, behind me,” I pointed to the space behind where I sat, “I’ll take us there then!”
He looked skeptically at the seat and then to me, unsure if I could handle another person’s weight. I smiled - I probably could carry him a hundred times over without getting tired. He slowly walked over with the ball in hand and I scooted up to give him more room. I wanted him to be comfortable. I was ecstatic that he trusted me enough to get on and with a grin on my face, I started to peddle off to the park. I picked up some speed, loving the wind that went against me. In my own little world, I forgot to take notice of my surroundings and rode over a rock, jerking the both of us up and down. Hands gripped onto the sides of my shirt and it took all of my sanity and self-control to remember how to breathe and to keep peddling. My heart thumped so loudly against my chest I was afraid Hyukjae would hear and my stomach flipped and churned so badly I thought I
was sick with today’s breakfast.
“That was so scary,” Hyukjae cried, beginning to remove his hands as he recovered from the bumpiness of the journey. I quickly reached out and pulled one of his hands around my waist.
“Hold on, it could get dangerous if you don’t!” I warned him with a voice full of confidence and strength when really just his touch was enough to make me a nervous wreck. I rode up a small bridge leading to the park and his other hand naturally found its way around my waist. His grip would tighten whenever I rode over another rock or a hole. I was disappointed when we arrived at the park so quickly - maybe I should’ve taken a longer way. Then, I thought about how we would have to ride back home again. Life couldn’t get better.
-
3. You don’t know that you’ve changed me.
It’s night time; the room is dark but warm and the only light that is there is the moonlight shining through the white curtains. Hyukjae’s room is neat and organized and held no characteristics that identify it as a boy’s room or a girl’s room. I look at the shelf full of manga and a cabinet of One Piece collectables, smiling and slightly, slightly envious of the enormous amount. Hyukjae had invited me to sleep over and we never thought about who would sleep where before it was actually time to do so and thus, the both of us were on the floor lying on a thin futon. Hyukjae was fast asleep and I was awake on a full stomach, previously pigging out together on all there was in the fridge.
I rolled around closing my eyes, trying to find a position that was comfortable. But even when I did, I couldn’t sleep; my eyes were itchy, desperately asking me to fall into slumber. Hyukjae’s soft breathing was oddly comforting so I listened to it for who knows how long as I matched my own breathing with his. I turned to face the other and propped myself up with an elbow. I stretched over to directly look at him and waved my hand, making sure he really was asleep. Seeing no reaction, I continued to watch him - with no creepiness, I swear. (Imagine how awkward it would be to be caught watching people as they sleep.) As the ticking of the clock went by, I also thought of how I was before and after meeting Hyukjae. The more I thought of it, the more it shocked me of how the list went on and on. I now had a large network of friends including the few that I’ve always hung out with; I was even more outgoing and was less reluctant to try new things; I grew to actually like strawberry milk of all things, and I was never alone or bored. That was only a few.
Hyukjae shifted, catching my attention. His fringe fell over his face messily, leaving me with a sudden urge to do something about it. I reached over and lightly brushed his bangs away with the tips of my fingers. I smiled, a very subtle pink swept across my face. Well, right there was another change. It was always a dream of mine to gently tuck a girl’s long black hair behind her ears. Brushing away a boy’s hair - Hyukjae’s hair - was so much more fulfilling and sweet.
-
4. You don’t know how I feel.
Needless to say, Hyukjae was too oblivious of how I felt. It was okay, though. I was happy with our friendship…
-
I searched for Hyukjae when I arrived at his birthday party, gift in hand. It amazed me at how many people came; I could identify the whole math class, some of the physical education class, and much, much more. I placed my gift among the pile of other presents, assuming that Hyukjae would be opening them all later here in the pile. I placed mine in the middle, where it would be opened and no one would have hopes of it being an extravagant present. I bit my lip at the thought. Maybe others didn’t expect it to be great, but maybe Hyukjae did? Maybe Hyukjae wouldn’t like what I gave him and would be disappointed because it was too plain.
I snapped out of my thoughts by a tap of the shoulder.
“Hey Donghae!”
“Hey Kangin,” I slowly smiled, finding it odd because we’ve never talked before despite having the same group of friends.
“Follow me; I want to talk to you about something.”
He passed me a cup of lemonade and led me to Hyukjae’s guestroom. We sat down on two chairs beside a small table, feeling uncomfortable and awkward that I was basically forced to have a conversation with him. I looked anywhere but at Kangin and even ignored the noises that sounded like it was suspiciously in the closet. I sipped my lemonade, sipped and sipped and continued sipping even when I drank all of it; I didn’t want to find something else to do.
“So…” Kangin started.
“So,” I repeated.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine, you?”
“I’m fine too.”
We stared at each other for a while, at loss for words. I waited for Kangin to speak up first and I wished that he would say what he wanted to say quickly. I wanted to see Hyukjae and wish him a happy birthday personally.
“Do you,” Kangin cleared his throat, “do you like Hyukjae?”
My throat dried up at his straight-forwardness and I stiffened up, horror washing over my face. I pushed my glasses up, “No…no, what are you talking about?”
Before I knew it, he had driven me into a corner and a few of his friends came in, curious of what we were doing. Once they followed what was going on, together they asked too many questions, invading my privacy. I stayed silent beneath their merry eyes, eager for my answer. They pressed on and on and suddenly Kangin had that intimidating aura that had caused me to avoid him in the first place. But when they all started to bad-mouth Hyukjae, I had burst and defended him up, angry at how they could call themselves friends of Hyukjae’s when they spoke ill of him on his very own birthday. There was a bit of pushing and shoving, but I persisted and rebutted. It was so heated I never noticed the noises in the closet. I was outnumbered and I don’t quite remember what Kangin had said that fueled my anger beyond my limits but without thinking, I had shouted,
“I like Hyukjae, so what?!”
All of a sudden they stopped, leaving my words to echo in the room. They looked at each other with glee and I didn’t understand until Hyukjae and another burst out of the closet. Immediately, I knew. Blood rushed to my face - I was humiliated. The anger that consumed me was now replaced with a pain I had never felt before. I glanced at Hyukjae, who opened his mouth to say something. I didn’t want to hear it. I ran out of the house, not bothering to apologize to the people I bumped into on my way.
“Wait!”
I ignored the voice that I definitely knew was Hyukjae’s. I felt bitter and my chest clenched in pain, but I willed for the tears not to fall. If they had all planned to embarrass and hurt me, unfortunately it worked.
“Donghae, wait! I wasn’t a part of it!”
“Then why were you in there?!” I shouted, stopping in my tracks.
“A good friend of mine told me to come in - I didn’t know it was going to be like this! I struggled to get out, it was just bad timing!” Hyukjae shouted back, his eyes brimming with tears. I almost felt bad looking at them.
“Why should I believe you?” I hissed, my eyes narrowed and my emotions controlling me.
“You think I’m lying?” Hyukjae gasped, astonished.
“Well, with what happened, I don’t -!”
“And why are you humiliated anyway?!” He screamed, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. That shut me up. I opened my mouth to reply, but found that he was right. “Are you ashamed of liking me?”
“No,” I hung my head low. “I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” Hyukjae questioned, followed by a sniff.
“That you wouldn’t…” I trailed off, hoping he would get the message without me having to say it.
A sharp pain struck on my shoulder and I quickly clutched it, clenching my teeth in a pain that was definitely not emotional. “Ow!!!”
“If I didn’t like you would I try to stop you and explain myself? Would I even be crying pathetically right now?!” Hyukjae furrowed his eyebrows and glared at me.
As if on cue, I pull him closer to me, into my arms, and I crash our lips together. Our inexperience shows because our lips hurt - his teeth hit my teeth and the funniest part of all is that we forget to close our eyes. I stare at him cross-eyed and we break apart laughing.
“Worst first kiss ever,” I howled in laughter and Hyukjae can only nod in response, falling to the ground and together we laughed until our cheeks and stomachs hurt.
“Best birthday ever,” Hyukjae smiled, his beautiful gums showing. He seemed conflicted for a moment and I wanted to ask what the matter was. Before I could, he quickly kissed my cheek and ran back to his birthday party, where I was sure people wondered where he was. I sat there, fazed and 8flushed. After a while, I walked back to Hyukjae’s house, excited for two things: getting Kangin back for his stupid joke or getting an apology (even if I have to force it out of him) and just being there for Hyukjae’s birthday. I wouldn’t have today any other way.
-
(“Donghae, why aren’t you wearing your glasses?”
…Oh god.)
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Author: tremmy_chii
Pairing: Haehyuk
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, anything, except this fanfic. :3
Summary:
Donghae keeps a small list of the things Hyukjae doesn't know and he treasures each of them as they turn into a moment of happiness.
Word Count: 2802
Humor, Fluff, Romance, Friendship...ish
A/N: I've been frustrated countless times because of this fic... LOL OTL Had to redo it so many times. Anyway, THIS IS FUR UUUUUUU nuee!!! 8DDD I'm sorry that you had to wait so long and I'm sorry that it's not quite what you wanted. OTL Either why, I still hope you enjoy this fic!
1. You don’t know that I don’t wear glasses.
The teacher writes a formula on the board and draws a geometric figure, getting ready for the next example for today’s lesson. I twirl the pencil in my hand while resting my head on the other, angling my sitting position for the best possible view. My glasses slide down the bridge of my nose and I pushed it back up for the umpteenth time with a frustrated sigh. I take a glance at the lesson and reason that I don’t have to take notes; I knew it all already.
Unconsciously, my eyes laid itself upon the boy beside me, whose desk was only an arm’s length away. He was concentrated and was busying taking notes, his pencil brushing against the paper at the speed of light. I chuckled to myself at how he would clumsily drop his papers all over the floor and attempt to pick them up while writing all at the same time. It was somewhat endearing, I thought, how he was so hardworking and gave all of his effort for whatever he did. Hyukjae, I uttered his name underneath my breath, smiling at the sight of his soft brown hair, fringe slightly covering his left eye. His eyes, almond-shaped, sparkled like the stars; his nose was tall and although it was not perfect, it was undeniably his. His lips were pink and plump like a girl’s, but they were chapped as how any guy’s was. Hyukjae’s skin was white and milky, and his figure so thin I would be afraid to touch him, for I might break him.
“Hm?” Hyukjae looked at me.
Did he hear?! I blushed and quickly turned away. That was completely uncalled for. I pretended to be busy searching for something in my backpack and rolled my eyes as my glasses slid down my nose again. I swore to never wear fake glasses again, even if my friends said it was the trend nowadays and girls happen to dig it.
“Why don’t you take notes?” Hyukjae asked, staring at the blank notebook with worried eyes. I turned to face him and before I knew it, the lie escaped my lips.
“I…I can’t see. I need new glasses, these are old and so…I can’t take notes.”
“Oh!” Hyukjae sympathized. “Then, I’ll let you borrow mine after I’m done writing them down, okay?” And he smiled with such brightness I couldn’t refuse. My heart unnecessarily leaped when our hands touched in the exchange. We suddenly talked more as the days increased and we were so close I couldn’t bear to tell him that I lied, that I don’t really need glasses and that he didn’t need to take notes for me. But how could I? I selfishly wanted him to talk to me, I wanted him to care about me, and I wanted him to think about me. This friendship might end if I told him. I can’t do that.
-
2. You don’t know how to ride a bike.
“Donghae, let’s go to the park!” Hyukjae exclaimed, barging into my room as if it was his home. “Let’s go, let’s go!”
I groan and pull the covers over my head, “What time is it?”
“It’s nine AM.”
“It’s only nine AM in the morning!” I complain and continue to make a fuss underneath the blanket. Normally, I would already be up at six but I had a friend over last night and together we played video games until about three.
“But Donghae, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the sky is blue, and the grass is green. This is revenge,” Hyukjae cackled, remembering how he was also interrupted of his sleep a week before. “Oh, and I brought a soccer ball.”
After I got up and did my daily morning routine, my mom served us breakfast before we got out the door. The park was about a twenty minute walk and honestly, I did not want to walk that far of a distance while still half asleep. I told Hyukjae to wait outside and he nodded while kicking the ball here and there with this and that footwork. I pushed out two bikes from the garage and called Hyukjae over, climbing one foot over to sit on the bike.
“What are you doing?” Hyukjae stared at me wide eyed. I laughed at how ridiculous he looked.
“Get on,” I pointed to the other bike next to me, “let’s ride to park.”
“Let’s walk,” Hyukjae insisted.
My frown deepened as I didn’t understand why Hyukjae would refuse such a simple thing. I pushed my glasses up - yes, I still have them - even though they did not slide down and I had gotten “new” ones, it became a habit. (I wondered if I would still have that habit when I took my glasses off. Would I accidentally push up air and hit my forehead with my finger and look like an idiot?) Riding a bike was much more convenient unless one didn’t know how to ride it. Then it clicked.
“You don’t know how to ride one?’ I cautiously asked. My question was answered when he hung his head low, cheeks reddening.
“Well, it’s not my fault ‘cause you see, we don’t have a bicycle at home and I don’t get the concept of balancing on two wheels.”
We were silent for a while until I decided to voice out the thought that was roaming in my head, “Get on!
Hyukjae raised an eyebrow, “I just said I can’t -!”
“No, I mean, behind me,” I pointed to the space behind where I sat, “I’ll take us there then!”
He looked skeptically at the seat and then to me, unsure if I could handle another person’s weight. I smiled - I probably could carry him a hundred times over without getting tired. He slowly walked over with the ball in hand and I scooted up to give him more room. I wanted him to be comfortable. I was ecstatic that he trusted me enough to get on and with a grin on my face, I started to peddle off to the park. I picked up some speed, loving the wind that went against me. In my own little world, I forgot to take notice of my surroundings and rode over a rock, jerking the both of us up and down. Hands gripped onto the sides of my shirt and it took all of my sanity and self-control to remember how to breathe and to keep peddling. My heart thumped so loudly against my chest I was afraid Hyukjae would hear and my stomach flipped and churned so badly I thought I
was sick with today’s breakfast.
“That was so scary,” Hyukjae cried, beginning to remove his hands as he recovered from the bumpiness of the journey. I quickly reached out and pulled one of his hands around my waist.
“Hold on, it could get dangerous if you don’t!” I warned him with a voice full of confidence and strength when really just his touch was enough to make me a nervous wreck. I rode up a small bridge leading to the park and his other hand naturally found its way around my waist. His grip would tighten whenever I rode over another rock or a hole. I was disappointed when we arrived at the park so quickly - maybe I should’ve taken a longer way. Then, I thought about how we would have to ride back home again. Life couldn’t get better.
-
3. You don’t know that you’ve changed me.
It’s night time; the room is dark but warm and the only light that is there is the moonlight shining through the white curtains. Hyukjae’s room is neat and organized and held no characteristics that identify it as a boy’s room or a girl’s room. I look at the shelf full of manga and a cabinet of One Piece collectables, smiling and slightly, slightly envious of the enormous amount. Hyukjae had invited me to sleep over and we never thought about who would sleep where before it was actually time to do so and thus, the both of us were on the floor lying on a thin futon. Hyukjae was fast asleep and I was awake on a full stomach, previously pigging out together on all there was in the fridge.
I rolled around closing my eyes, trying to find a position that was comfortable. But even when I did, I couldn’t sleep; my eyes were itchy, desperately asking me to fall into slumber. Hyukjae’s soft breathing was oddly comforting so I listened to it for who knows how long as I matched my own breathing with his. I turned to face the other and propped myself up with an elbow. I stretched over to directly look at him and waved my hand, making sure he really was asleep. Seeing no reaction, I continued to watch him - with no creepiness, I swear. (Imagine how awkward it would be to be caught watching people as they sleep.) As the ticking of the clock went by, I also thought of how I was before and after meeting Hyukjae. The more I thought of it, the more it shocked me of how the list went on and on. I now had a large network of friends including the few that I’ve always hung out with; I was even more outgoing and was less reluctant to try new things; I grew to actually like strawberry milk of all things, and I was never alone or bored. That was only a few.
Hyukjae shifted, catching my attention. His fringe fell over his face messily, leaving me with a sudden urge to do something about it. I reached over and lightly brushed his bangs away with the tips of my fingers. I smiled, a very subtle pink swept across my face. Well, right there was another change. It was always a dream of mine to gently tuck a girl’s long black hair behind her ears. Brushing away a boy’s hair - Hyukjae’s hair - was so much more fulfilling and sweet.
-
4. You don’t know how I feel.
Needless to say, Hyukjae was too oblivious of how I felt. It was okay, though. I was happy with our friendship…
-
I searched for Hyukjae when I arrived at his birthday party, gift in hand. It amazed me at how many people came; I could identify the whole math class, some of the physical education class, and much, much more. I placed my gift among the pile of other presents, assuming that Hyukjae would be opening them all later here in the pile. I placed mine in the middle, where it would be opened and no one would have hopes of it being an extravagant present. I bit my lip at the thought. Maybe others didn’t expect it to be great, but maybe Hyukjae did? Maybe Hyukjae wouldn’t like what I gave him and would be disappointed because it was too plain.
I snapped out of my thoughts by a tap of the shoulder.
“Hey Donghae!”
“Hey Kangin,” I slowly smiled, finding it odd because we’ve never talked before despite having the same group of friends.
“Follow me; I want to talk to you about something.”
He passed me a cup of lemonade and led me to Hyukjae’s guestroom. We sat down on two chairs beside a small table, feeling uncomfortable and awkward that I was basically forced to have a conversation with him. I looked anywhere but at Kangin and even ignored the noises that sounded like it was suspiciously in the closet. I sipped my lemonade, sipped and sipped and continued sipping even when I drank all of it; I didn’t want to find something else to do.
“So…” Kangin started.
“So,” I repeated.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine, you?”
“I’m fine too.”
We stared at each other for a while, at loss for words. I waited for Kangin to speak up first and I wished that he would say what he wanted to say quickly. I wanted to see Hyukjae and wish him a happy birthday personally.
“Do you,” Kangin cleared his throat, “do you like Hyukjae?”
My throat dried up at his straight-forwardness and I stiffened up, horror washing over my face. I pushed my glasses up, “No…no, what are you talking about?”
Before I knew it, he had driven me into a corner and a few of his friends came in, curious of what we were doing. Once they followed what was going on, together they asked too many questions, invading my privacy. I stayed silent beneath their merry eyes, eager for my answer. They pressed on and on and suddenly Kangin had that intimidating aura that had caused me to avoid him in the first place. But when they all started to bad-mouth Hyukjae, I had burst and defended him up, angry at how they could call themselves friends of Hyukjae’s when they spoke ill of him on his very own birthday. There was a bit of pushing and shoving, but I persisted and rebutted. It was so heated I never noticed the noises in the closet. I was outnumbered and I don’t quite remember what Kangin had said that fueled my anger beyond my limits but without thinking, I had shouted,
“I like Hyukjae, so what?!”
All of a sudden they stopped, leaving my words to echo in the room. They looked at each other with glee and I didn’t understand until Hyukjae and another burst out of the closet. Immediately, I knew. Blood rushed to my face - I was humiliated. The anger that consumed me was now replaced with a pain I had never felt before. I glanced at Hyukjae, who opened his mouth to say something. I didn’t want to hear it. I ran out of the house, not bothering to apologize to the people I bumped into on my way.
“Wait!”
I ignored the voice that I definitely knew was Hyukjae’s. I felt bitter and my chest clenched in pain, but I willed for the tears not to fall. If they had all planned to embarrass and hurt me, unfortunately it worked.
“Donghae, wait! I wasn’t a part of it!”
“Then why were you in there?!” I shouted, stopping in my tracks.
“A good friend of mine told me to come in - I didn’t know it was going to be like this! I struggled to get out, it was just bad timing!” Hyukjae shouted back, his eyes brimming with tears. I almost felt bad looking at them.
“Why should I believe you?” I hissed, my eyes narrowed and my emotions controlling me.
“You think I’m lying?” Hyukjae gasped, astonished.
“Well, with what happened, I don’t -!”
“And why are you humiliated anyway?!” He screamed, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. That shut me up. I opened my mouth to reply, but found that he was right. “Are you ashamed of liking me?”
“No,” I hung my head low. “I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” Hyukjae questioned, followed by a sniff.
“That you wouldn’t…” I trailed off, hoping he would get the message without me having to say it.
A sharp pain struck on my shoulder and I quickly clutched it, clenching my teeth in a pain that was definitely not emotional. “Ow!!!”
“If I didn’t like you would I try to stop you and explain myself? Would I even be crying pathetically right now?!” Hyukjae furrowed his eyebrows and glared at me.
As if on cue, I pull him closer to me, into my arms, and I crash our lips together. Our inexperience shows because our lips hurt - his teeth hit my teeth and the funniest part of all is that we forget to close our eyes. I stare at him cross-eyed and we break apart laughing.
“Worst first kiss ever,” I howled in laughter and Hyukjae can only nod in response, falling to the ground and together we laughed until our cheeks and stomachs hurt.
“Best birthday ever,” Hyukjae smiled, his beautiful gums showing. He seemed conflicted for a moment and I wanted to ask what the matter was. Before I could, he quickly kissed my cheek and ran back to his birthday party, where I was sure people wondered where he was. I sat there, fazed and 8flushed. After a while, I walked back to Hyukjae’s house, excited for two things: getting Kangin back for his stupid joke or getting an apology (even if I have to force it out of him) and just being there for Hyukjae’s birthday. I wouldn’t have today any other way.
-
(“Donghae, why aren’t you wearing your glasses?”
…Oh god.)
A/N: Hello! Welcome to the anticipated Tremmy's Q AND A SHOWWWW!!!! 8DDD
Q: Omg is this your comeback? ;A;
A: Heyel no.
Q: ...Then will you sometimes write fics?
A: I have one in the making with a good friend but we're taking forever so don't count on it. XD
Q: I LOVE YOU.
A: That's not a question but I LOVE YOU TOO \O/
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