Eunhae Fanfic: Wait for Me (Chapter Eleven)
Title: Wait for Me
Author: tremmy_chii
Pairing: Eunhae, Blohyuk
Ratings: ...PG-13?
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, anything, except for this fanfic :3
Summary: It has been more than half a year that Eunhyuk has waited for Donghae. Things were going in the right road - the two hanging out and clinging onto each other - but Donghae has been very misleading in giving Eunhyuk false hope, and, they were not official yet.
Can Eunhyuk wait any longer, praying that the other boy would return his feelings? Or will someone snatch his heart away in the long period of time?
Chapter: 11/?
Word Count: 3,332 (Holy, longest yet! LOL)
Min Jeong pushed herself inside the house the moment Donghae had unlocked the door. She roughly peeled off her denim jacket and took long, quick strides to the bathroom, each step with a click on the tiles as she did not bother to take off her heels. Donghae stepped aside and watched her slowly crumble on the inside. The two of them always had on fake smiles when meeting their relatives and families, trying to hide all of their emotions that were kept deep down. He heard the sound of the lock snap and once again, he knew that she was going to stay inside for a while, soft sobs echoing from the inside. Donghae would’ve hugged her, comfort her, and maybe have a decent talk - but if he himself wanted to kick off his defense and break down to uncontrollable cries, what help could he be?
Donghae went inside “their” bedroom. His parents had purposely made them sleep together in one bed no matter what, and occasionally his mom even decided to spend the night just to make sure. On days that there weren’t here though, Donghae chose to sleep on the couch. He changed into comfortable home clothes and stood in one place when finished, his gaze drifting off to space. Donghae sighed and wiped his face, stretching it along the way. He looked at himself in the mirror - almost wanting to punch the ugly reflection. He hated the sight of himself, being so useless and not being able to find the will to stop all of this. What was he going to tell Eunhyuk? Something like, ‘Ha-ha, I’m getting married and I’m too much of a coward to stop it?’ He waited for Donghae for so long just to find out that all of his patience and sleepless nights were to all be flushed down the drain? That would be a cruel joke.
Donghae glared at the wall until he noticed the ring on his finger, shining from the sun’s light that crept into the corners of the window that the curtains could not cover. He twisted it off his finger, and seeing that it wouldn’t budge, he violently pulled - ripped - it off, leaving a large scratch. There on his left hand was the ring, a sign of a lifelong contract, proof of the lifelong contract. A contract of the devil. He balled up his hand with the ring inside and raised it up, ready to throw it hard onto a wall. Before he got to do so, Min Jeong poked his side - which surprised Donghae actually.
“They’re coming over for dinner. You don’t want to have to panic and desperately look for it later,” Min Jeong gave a soft smile. Donghae lowered his arm and returned the same. Instead of wearing the ring again however, he simply stuck it into his pocket, only wearing it when he needed to do so. He gave one last look at Min Jeong before leaving the room. She was laying down on the white bed, her hair spread out around her with a few strands sticking to her face. Her eyes were red. Make-up isn’t going to help this time, Donghae assumed.
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“Ah! We forgot,” Donghae’s father hammered his fist onto his other palm. His sudden outburst made everyone stop what they were doing and give him full attention. Donghae finished scribbling a note onto an invitation before looking at his father.
“Forgot what?” Mr. Park asked, ironing his suit for the big day. It wasn’t until next month, but everyone - excluding Donghae and Min Jeong of course - was too excited to sit still and watch TV or something, but find something to do or add to the wedding. Like Mrs. Lee and Mrs. Park, handmade paper swans weren’t in the list, but now they were buying one thousand sheets and spent the whole day working together on the thing, making sure there were exactly one thousand to “grant a wish.”
“We haven’t picked the Best Man and the Maid of Honor yet, have we?” Mr. Lee sat back onto the couch and got back to helping Donghae writing personal messages onto the invitations. They have yet to finish half the list, for as they were going to invite everyone. Everyone as in the thirty friends of Donghae, Min Jeong, and them altogether, then the aunts and uncles, grandparents, friends of friends, and friends of - it goes on.
Mrs. Lee’s ears perked up at the thought and jumped. She hadn’t thought of that. And it was important to choose the right person as the Best Man or Maid of Honor! The flowers girls too. And the ring boy. OH who would they pick to be the ring boy and the flower girl? It’s a must! The part where the little kids wear pink frilly dresses and small little suits are the most adorable thing ever so it’s impossible to not have it!
“Oh! Who should we ask? And the flower girls! The flower girls too!” Donghae’s mother’s eyes went wide, but she continued making the swans.
“We can just call my sister, she had two daughters remember?” Mr. Lee said, still calm compared to his wife.
Donghae grabbed a stack of the new, unused invitations and walked to his bedroom, trying to find a quiet place that wouldn’t remind him of anything along the lines of “wedding.” He tossed the stack to the side, not caring that it made a mess on the floor and let himself fall onto the mattress - seriously; he forgot exactly how many times he had done this, lying on the mattress that isn’t fully his because his bed is actually the couch in the living room. After staring at the ceiling for a full five minutes, he sighed and got up, lifting up the fabric of the covers as he searched for what he wanted. His hand reached in and traveled everywhere until he felt the hard cover of an album. He pulled it out and sat on the bed, crossing his legs. Softly touching the edges of the album decorated with massive and uneven layers of gold glitter and stickers and evidence of overdose of glue (mess created by Hyukjae himself), he flipped it to the first page and instantly smiled. It was when they became best friends, both cam-whoring and fighting for the spotlight, and Sungmin’s finger could be seen on the left corner. Donghae relaxed and felt the comfort he needed as he replayed all of his memories with Eunhyuk and his friends.
He skipped to the middle of the book, where it no longer consisted of Sungmin or Leeteuk, Heechul or Kangin but only him and Eunhyuk.
Donghae closed the album in panic when he heard someone knock on the door. He slid it into a random drawer before the person opened the door.
“Phone,” Min Jeong said and handed it to him. She left with that one word, leaving Donghae stunned for a moment.
“ROAR!”
Donghae looked at the home phone and raised an eyebrow. Who in the world would say ‘roar?’ He placed the phone on his ear just to hear someone going crazy and yell into the phone to get his attention. “…Hello?”
“Oh you were there? Tell me earlier next time before I have an employee in this coffee shop try to push me out of the place.”
Donghae didn’t reply. He couldn’t recognize the owner of the voice. It was a tiny bit too low for most of his friends, but his friends didn’t give him an annoying feeling and they certainly don’t say “ROAR.” Unless it’s Eunhyuk trying out a new greeting. But then if it was Eunhyuk, he would’ve known right away and probably…hang up.
“Who’s this?” Donghae asked.
“My name is, ‘Someone who doesn’t really like you but have to talk to you.’ Come to-! Hmm, what IS that name of this place?”
“What?” Donghae shook his head in bewilderment.
“…Starbucks? HA. They have Starbucks in Korea. Nice.”
Donghae stayed quiet and awkwardly looked around the room. Should he hang up on this stranger who’s obviously ill, or actually listen?
“Just kidding. It’s Tablo.”
His eyes immediately flickered at the name and his grip tightened just a bit on the phone. “How did you get my number?”
“I have my ways. We need to have a quick talk about Eunhyuk.”
Agreeing right away, he put on his shoes and hurried out, also taking note that his parents had left his house.
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Eunhyuk pouted as he flipped through the channels with his remote. Sheesh, why isn’t anything interesting on at this time? He threw his head back, pressing the power button as the screen turned black. He went on all fours and crawled to the kitchen where it had tiles. He laid on the hard flooring and rolled around everywhere even if it was dirty with millions of germs from his bare feet. He touched every little corner, longing for some coolness. He knew he shouldn’t have been a cheap person. He should’ve bought that portable air conditioner when it was on sale last autumn. But hey, you can’t blame Eunhyuk for liking big numbers in the bank.
He stood up and got ready to make his way into the bathroom, where he could take a nice, cold shower. Ha, maybe he should phone up Tablo and tell him to bring over his fan or something. He was coming over for dinner anyways. He sluggishly dragged himself, pulling the front of his shirt up and down to let the air seep through. His back was still sticky though. And no matter how hard he tried to reach, humans were made to not be able to touch it unless they were aware of the twisting of muscles in the attempt. He stomped with his chin high up into the air - until he tripped over a pot and lands on his bottom. Eunhyuk rubbed the painful spot and curses at the pot, wondering why a pot would be in the hallway anyway. He kicked it, and it flips over, revealing a note from...he forgot when. He realizes it’s not his pot but Donghae’s parents’ pot. They were kind enough to drop by the other day and give him a supplement of kimchi that they made but had enough to go around the neighborhood. Considering that he was their son’s best friend, he had to be on the list, right? Or something like that.
“Speaking of ‘their son’s best friend,’ where the hell IS Donghae anyway?” Eunhyuk muttered under his breath and huffed, lifting the pot and closing the lid that went with it. He shrugged and changed into nice, not-so-sticky clothes and carried the pot under his arms, heading over to Donghae’s house. He could return the pot and find out why he hadn’t seen the guy for a whole freaking month. Donghae better had a good reason. No, an excellent reason.
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Donghae looked above his head to make sure he was in the right place before stepping in, observing the place and finding Tablo somewhere on the left quarter, expressionless and staring out the window. Donghae silently took a deep breath before confidently walking over and sitting down, catching the other’s attention. A waitress came over to Donghae quickly, asking for his order, which Donghae simply replied with a cappuccino.
“Give up,” Tablo said, sipping his black coffee.
Donghae widen his eyes a bit, “Excuse me?” His gaze darkened a bit as he told himself repeatedly to calm down and take this meeting professionally.
“Let Eunhyuk go,” Tablo looked at him straight in the eye, a fire burning. It was more of an order than a request. Donghae found it a little intimidating but lifted his head up by the slightest inch, returning the look with a message that urge, ‘bring it on.”
“Why?” Donghae casually thanked the waitress that brought his drink quite fast, and made eye contact with Tablo with the corner of his eyes.
“You’re getting married,” Tablo hissed, a deathly glare shooting at him deep into his soul. Donghae’s actions froze.
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Parking the car in front of the familiar house, Eunhyuk unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled out the keys. He licked his lips as he walked up the porch, ringing the door bell. He tapped his foot and hummed a random tune while his fingers gently tapped the lid of the pot. Eunhyuk smiled when he heard the door open.
“Ah!” Donghae’s mother grinned, recognizing him. Eunhyuk returned the same with his gummiest smile yet. “Hyukjae!”
Eunhyuk opened his arms as the mother hugged him, jumping around in excitement. Donghae’s bubbly side obvious had came from his mother. Eunhyuk was pulled inside, and he greeted Mr. Lee, bowing a ninety degree angle and setting the pot down on their dining table. They exchanged the usual conversation and laughs before Eunhyuk started to look around.
“Mm, where’s Donghae,” Eunhyuk asked, his smile still plastered on his face. He saw the two look at him confusingly.
“Didn’t he tell you that he moved to another house with Min Jeong?” Mr. Lee, poured himself some tea and offered Eunhyuk some. Eunhyuk politely rejected it.
‘Min Jeong?’
“OH!” Donghae’s mother clapped her hands together and her eyes lit up, shining brighter than the necklace he was wearing, hidden under his shirt. She ran up the stairs and came back down with a card so fast that her husband and Eunhyuk didn’t even have time to question what she was doing.
“Will you be Donghae’s Best Man for the wedding?”
‘Ha-ha, this is funny,’ Eunhyuk’s mind let out a dry laugh.
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“How did you know?” Donghae’s voice was small, his throat dry and his fingers secretly digging into his thighs. His thoughts panicked, and he bit his bottom lip hard. Tablo softened up his glare and slouched back into the chair. He checked his watch. It read 5:45 PM. He had time to go to Eunhyuk’s for dinner if his finished this quick and to the point.
“Remember when you got your engagement ring? Apparently, I was the weirdo in sunglasses.”
Donghae instantly remembered seeing someone, but at the time, he didn’t care about the extra person. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when everything refused to come out of his lips.
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“I’ll think about it,” Eunhyuk shifted his head so that his bangs would cover his face. What a cruel joke this was. His efforts, his patience - all down the drain. He faked cheerfulness as he left the place. Tears prickled his eyes, but he refused to let it fall, not now. His heart pounded against his chest, uneven like a beginning drummer. Once they bid their goodbyes, Eunhyuk ran to his cars, his whole body shaking as he drove dangerously back to his house.
Not even bothering to close the front door of his house, Eunhyuk threw his keys hard at the wall, stomping the floor and kicking the sofa violently as tears flooded down his cheek like a river in midst of a storm.
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“Why did you even sent him that necklace? Why do you still hang onto him when at the same time you don’t?! You’re hurting him,” Tablo banged his fist onto the table, causing everyone in the coffee shop to look at him, then turn away when they knew it wasn’t their business - and the fact that it looked like a heated discussion. Even the nosiest ones rather sipped coffee from their cups than feel the wrath of Tablo’s anger.
“You’re fucking selfish. What would Eunhyuk do when he finds out?! You coward. You bastard!” Tablo curled up his fist, shaken up by anger just at the though of Eunhyuk hurting.
Donghae felt the guilt pang onto his chest and Tablo was right. He gulped as his gaze was on Tablo the whole time. He felt so small, so stepped on, so wrong. Before he knew it, a punch was swung onto his face, his head over at the side. With that, Tablo left and employees shouting after him for the use of violence. Donghae let out a breath but he felt as if something was eating him up from the inside. He sniffed, hurriedly wiping off his face. He sat in one place, immobilized. Suddenly, he felt the side of his leg vibrate, and he knew it was his phone. Donghae picked it up, having to use two hands and trying his best to stabilize his voice.
“Hello?”
“Donghae! Great news, I found the perfect Best Man for you! Hyukjae! Your best friend! Why didn’t we think of him earlier? Well, he said he’ll think about it but I’m sure he’ll accept. And he told me you didn’t tell him about the wedding. Why didn’t you?”
Donghae’s cell phone slipped from his hands.
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Tablo tried calming down his angered self. He had to look nice for Eunhyuk. Tablo steered the wheel smoothly and park in the empty lot. He peered over and saw that the door was open. That’s strange. Tablo shrugged and got out, walking to Eunhyuk’s house eagerly. First, he softened down his hair with his hand, looking at himself with the car’s reflection. He turned his head in different angles and gave himself a thumb’s up, smiling. He got closer and closer, hearing something he shouldn’t be hearing.
Eunhyuk grabbed hold of the vase and threw it on the ground, the glass shattering into millions of pieces. He liked how it looked. It looked exactly like his heart. Eunhyuk screamed and pulled his hair, not caring about the pain, for the emotionally was hurt him much more. He pulled off the table cloth of the dining table, the items that were on it falling off and making rattling sounds, or loud thumps and bangs. He grabbed as many things as he could - he didn’t know what and he didn’t care at all. Eunhyuk wailed, frustratingly wiping off the endless tears, and it mad him even madder know that he wouldn’t stop crying. Using his arms, his slid everything off the cabinets, the stand, the walls - anything destroyable. Eunhyuk flashed a glance at the calendar and plunged for it, ripping it to shreds as he was reminded of the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months that he waited for Donghae while put a circle around every single number.
Tablo ran in, looking around the trashed house and widen his eyes as he spotted Eunhyuk breaking everything he could. Eunhyuk felt his energy draining, but he wouldn’t stop - his will told him not to. He released another scream as he threw the pillow of his couch. His knees wobbled. Before he let himself fall to the floor however, he remembered the note of the necklace.
‘So that’s what it meant. So HE sent it.’
Eunhyuk vigorously pulled on the chain, so hard, it broke and scratched his neck, leaving a red, bleeding mark.
“Eunhyuk! Stop!” Tablo held onto Eunhyuk, hugging him from behind.
“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” Eunhyuk struggled and kicked the unknown person. He cried out and flailed every part of his body. He shouted and screamed in agony once more although he voice cracked.
“STOP! YOU’RE HURTING YOURSELF!” Tablo fought with the wild Eunhyuk. He felt the arm that was under Eunhyuk’s chin become wet - and fast. Not knowing what to do anymore, Tablo turned Eunhyuk around, pulling him close, bodies touching. Tablo put his hands on Eunhyuk’s face, cupping him into his hands and kissing him.
Eunhyuk immediately opened his eyes, stopping, and his time freezing in place. He felt Tablo brushing their lips together and it soon became a passionate one. Tablo poured all of his love and affection into the kiss, and after a few seconds, Eunhyuk closed his eyes, calming down, feeling the comfort he needed. His arms found its way to wrap around the elder’s neck.
A/N: I'm sorry. I had my reasons...will explain tomorrow on my journal T^T Btw, I rushed. It's about time I sleep and my mom's yelling from the other room to tell me to sleep so I didn't have time to edit/revise/beta it.