Unattainable (7)
Title: Unattainable (7)
Pairing: Eunhae, ninja!Kyumin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: (overall) Romance, Friendship, Fluff (maybe), Angst
Summary: Sometimes things are just impossible. And Hyukjae experiences it during his junior year.
Chapter 6
Their hotel room has become much more crowded and lively, constant taunts and jeers echoing off the walls as a few of their newly made friends sat in a circle, playing poker. Hyukjae decides to pull out after a few rounds and goes to sit by the window, taking in the beautiful night view with pencil and sketchbook in lap. He sits there for an hour, staring at the moving lights of tiny cars and the high dots yellow on tall buildings until Mr. Lee returns from chatting with the other teachers, their friends starting to leave due to the deepening of the night. The three of them saying their goodbyes to the others for the night, the teacher settles down at his table and turns on his laptop.
Maybe he should record his dreams down right now, Hyukjae thinks and takes out a blank notebook from his bag, hearing a yell from Sungmin from the other side of the room, probably still sore because of losing poker three times in a row. Smiling, he smoothes out the first page with his fingers and adjusts himself into a better position. But the pencil in his hand feels heavy and he pauses, unsure how to start.
April 3rd, he writes and lets the tip of his pencil tip linger at the end of the “d”. His mind is suddenly blank and he closes his eyes to sink himself back into the person he was in the world of unconsciousness. He was crossing a street, he remembered the traffic lights, his arm was feeling heavy, he was probably carrying a bag? Right, he was nervous too, and kept checking the time…… ah, there was music, but classical music? He jots it down. He starts writing everything that comes into his mind, the emotions he felt, the little actions he made, soon starting to sketch the now vivid image in his mind onto the blank page of paper, eyes open and unblinking as if afraid everything would disappear in a blink.
“Hyukjae?”
“Give me a second,” he answers, eyes still glued onto the paper, pencil scribbling furiously, not wanting the memory of the dream to fade. No time to comprehend who was calling him either.
Finishing the last stroke of the scene he scans the page and, nodding to himself, closes the notebook and stuffs it back into his backpack.
“Uh, who called me?” Sungmin and Ryeowook are watching tv and Mr. Lee is on the computer.
“Me,” the teacher looks up with a quirk of his lips. “Nothing important, just wondering what you were up to. You looked so focused.”
Hyukjae feels himself burn up again. God, what was with him. “Nothing much,” he replies as coolly as he can, but still instinctively scratching his forehead in embarrassment. He makes a mental note to get rid of that habit.
“How was the conference today?”
Hyukjae decides to be braver and sits down on the chair beside the teacher. “Not bad. Tiring though. What did the teachers do today?”
“We had our own conference too.”
“Oh, good.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not fair if the students have to work all day and the teachers could just go on a holiday.”
“Even if we could, it’s impossible with you little kids to take care of.”
Little kids. Ouch. “We’re seventeen, almost adults. We can take care of ourselves.”
Mr. Lee lets out an incredulous cough and turns his head towards the beds, where Sungmin and Ryeowook are wrestling, messing up the sheets and shouting as a lamp at the bedpost drops onto the floor.
Hyukjae looks back at the teacher who was staring expectantly at him. “Correction, just me.”
His heart leaps as Mr. Lee chuckles with that smile of his and Hyukjae decides that instant that he wants to be the one that makes him smile like that. But then he remembers that he can’t because Mr. Lee already belongs to someone else and he averts his eyes back to his friends.
“Hey, let’s play some music! Hyuk, borrow me your ipod.” Sungmin jumps off the bed to stick a hand into Hyukjae’s backpack. Soon, Hyukjae was being pulled into the middle of the room, urged to dance.
“Come on, Hyuk! Mr. Lee, Hyukjae’s actually really good at dancing! Watch!”
“Sungmin, why do you do this to me everytime,” he whines, tugging at his shirt, aware of the teacher’s eyes on him. Ryeowook gives a loud cheer and he sighs, letting in to his friends.
He lets his body morph into one with the music, forgetting everything else around him until he accidently trips at the edge of the bed. His friends snort in laughter, rushing to help him up as he faceplants onto the soft rug of the floor.
“Ow, stop laughing you two,” he whines as he climbs back up onto the bed and rubs his leg painfully. A bruise would be forming there soon. Sungmin starts howling again in laughter and mimics the scene.
Ryeowook’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Hyukjae,” he whispers in a low breath, rolling his jeans up as far as he could. The denim had been tainted dark in one spot.
“Hyukjae’s bleeding!” he cries, running into the bathroom. Sungmin rushes over and Hyukjae looks down at his leg. “Where is it?” he twists his leg in search for the wound.
“It’s at the back of your leg and it’s not that serious, Ryeowook what are you freaking out about,” Sungmin says right when Ryeowook returns with a bundle of toilet paper in his hands.
“But….blood….” Ryeowook turns into a blubbering mess, staring at Hyukjae through his fingers. Sungmin turns on the TV to distract him.
“I have some stuff you can use,” Mr. Lee appears and offers him some ointment and a few band-aids. Hyukjae mumbles his thanks but struggles with the band-aid at the angle he is sitting.
“Here, let me help,” the teacher kneels down and takes the small bandage and sticks it softly on, Hyukjae slightly gripping the bed sheets and his heart is pounding as he stares at the other. His chest tightens painfully. Hyukjae doesn’t want this, he wants all of it to go away, because he’s not supposed to have them, but they refuse to, and he has to deal with the despair gnawing at him every time the teacher makes his heart flutter with almost everything he does.
“I didn’t know you danced,” Mr. Lee admits with a small tug at his lips as he settles down on the bed beside Hyukjae.
“I didn’t know either,” Hyukjae replies with a small laugh, quickly trying to regain his composure. “It just comes naturally to me, I guess?”
“That’s nice.” The teacher pauses before adding, “I used to dance…. A little.” Hyukjae can’t interpret if there’s amusement or smugness in that tone.
“You?” Hyukjae chuckles without thinking and slaps a hand to his mouth.
“Yeah me,” the other retorts and gives him a small glare.
“Show me,” Hyukjae grins and crosses his arms.
“Nah, I don’t want to end up like you.”
Hyukjae scoffs playfully. “Excuses, excuses.”
“No, really, it’s small here.”
Hyukjae has no idea how he comes up with what he says next. “Next time then. Pinky promise?”
Mr. Lee snorts. “How old are you, Hyukjae.”
“Five.”
“And you said earlier that you weren’t a kid.”
“I meant it in a bad way! What’s wrong with pinky swears?”
“It’s something 26 year old men don’t do.”
“26 is alright.”
“I won’t do it. I can’t go around with everyone knowing I made a pinky swear with a teenager.”
“No one’s gonna know.”
“Who knows with that devilish mind of yours.”
“What? I do not have a devilish mind.”
“Anyways, no means no. I haven’t pinky swore since I was forced to two years ago.” Mr. Lee looks horrified at himself and buries his face in his hands, Hyukjae choking before bursting into laughter.
“Who forced you to?” Hyukjae manages to gasp.
“Don’t ask. I locked fingers with a monkey.”
Hyukjae laughs so hard he almost falls off the bed.
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There’s the white mist again.
Hyukjae doesn’t see anything but hears a muffled thundershower somewhere in front of him. Then the sound turns deafening and Hyukjae realizes as the mist thins that it’s not raindrops hitting the ground, it’s the roaring applause of an audience. His breath is taken away by the hundreds of people applauding him , and he bows, a rush of accomplishment and relief flowing through him and he finally breaks into a smile, the tension fading from his body. His eyes search the crowd and he spots that familiar face and beams, blushing slightly as the other sneaks a tiny thumbs up, looking guilty after for rooting for another contestant. Hyukjae does flips inside and takes one last bow before stepping off the stage. He would have to thank the person later.
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A/N: Long time no see guys :D okay i know i've been a pretty shitty author and don't update much but i've been pretty busy because i'm moving at the moment :/
i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter..... i made it slightly longer. <3
Pairing: Eunhae, ninja!Kyumin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: (overall) Romance, Friendship, Fluff (maybe), Angst
Summary: Sometimes things are just impossible. And Hyukjae experiences it during his junior year.
Chapter 6
Their hotel room has become much more crowded and lively, constant taunts and jeers echoing off the walls as a few of their newly made friends sat in a circle, playing poker. Hyukjae decides to pull out after a few rounds and goes to sit by the window, taking in the beautiful night view with pencil and sketchbook in lap. He sits there for an hour, staring at the moving lights of tiny cars and the high dots yellow on tall buildings until Mr. Lee returns from chatting with the other teachers, their friends starting to leave due to the deepening of the night. The three of them saying their goodbyes to the others for the night, the teacher settles down at his table and turns on his laptop.
Maybe he should record his dreams down right now, Hyukjae thinks and takes out a blank notebook from his bag, hearing a yell from Sungmin from the other side of the room, probably still sore because of losing poker three times in a row. Smiling, he smoothes out the first page with his fingers and adjusts himself into a better position. But the pencil in his hand feels heavy and he pauses, unsure how to start.
April 3rd, he writes and lets the tip of his pencil tip linger at the end of the “d”. His mind is suddenly blank and he closes his eyes to sink himself back into the person he was in the world of unconsciousness. He was crossing a street, he remembered the traffic lights, his arm was feeling heavy, he was probably carrying a bag? Right, he was nervous too, and kept checking the time…… ah, there was music, but classical music? He jots it down. He starts writing everything that comes into his mind, the emotions he felt, the little actions he made, soon starting to sketch the now vivid image in his mind onto the blank page of paper, eyes open and unblinking as if afraid everything would disappear in a blink.
“Hyukjae?”
“Give me a second,” he answers, eyes still glued onto the paper, pencil scribbling furiously, not wanting the memory of the dream to fade. No time to comprehend who was calling him either.
Finishing the last stroke of the scene he scans the page and, nodding to himself, closes the notebook and stuffs it back into his backpack.
“Uh, who called me?” Sungmin and Ryeowook are watching tv and Mr. Lee is on the computer.
“Me,” the teacher looks up with a quirk of his lips. “Nothing important, just wondering what you were up to. You looked so focused.”
Hyukjae feels himself burn up again. God, what was with him. “Nothing much,” he replies as coolly as he can, but still instinctively scratching his forehead in embarrassment. He makes a mental note to get rid of that habit.
“How was the conference today?”
Hyukjae decides to be braver and sits down on the chair beside the teacher. “Not bad. Tiring though. What did the teachers do today?”
“We had our own conference too.”
“Oh, good.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not fair if the students have to work all day and the teachers could just go on a holiday.”
“Even if we could, it’s impossible with you little kids to take care of.”
Little kids. Ouch. “We’re seventeen, almost adults. We can take care of ourselves.”
Mr. Lee lets out an incredulous cough and turns his head towards the beds, where Sungmin and Ryeowook are wrestling, messing up the sheets and shouting as a lamp at the bedpost drops onto the floor.
Hyukjae looks back at the teacher who was staring expectantly at him. “Correction, just me.”
His heart leaps as Mr. Lee chuckles with that smile of his and Hyukjae decides that instant that he wants to be the one that makes him smile like that. But then he remembers that he can’t because Mr. Lee already belongs to someone else and he averts his eyes back to his friends.
“Hey, let’s play some music! Hyuk, borrow me your ipod.” Sungmin jumps off the bed to stick a hand into Hyukjae’s backpack. Soon, Hyukjae was being pulled into the middle of the room, urged to dance.
“Come on, Hyuk! Mr. Lee, Hyukjae’s actually really good at dancing! Watch!”
“Sungmin, why do you do this to me everytime,” he whines, tugging at his shirt, aware of the teacher’s eyes on him. Ryeowook gives a loud cheer and he sighs, letting in to his friends.
He lets his body morph into one with the music, forgetting everything else around him until he accidently trips at the edge of the bed. His friends snort in laughter, rushing to help him up as he faceplants onto the soft rug of the floor.
“Ow, stop laughing you two,” he whines as he climbs back up onto the bed and rubs his leg painfully. A bruise would be forming there soon. Sungmin starts howling again in laughter and mimics the scene.
Ryeowook’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Hyukjae,” he whispers in a low breath, rolling his jeans up as far as he could. The denim had been tainted dark in one spot.
“Hyukjae’s bleeding!” he cries, running into the bathroom. Sungmin rushes over and Hyukjae looks down at his leg. “Where is it?” he twists his leg in search for the wound.
“It’s at the back of your leg and it’s not that serious, Ryeowook what are you freaking out about,” Sungmin says right when Ryeowook returns with a bundle of toilet paper in his hands.
“But….blood….” Ryeowook turns into a blubbering mess, staring at Hyukjae through his fingers. Sungmin turns on the TV to distract him.
“I have some stuff you can use,” Mr. Lee appears and offers him some ointment and a few band-aids. Hyukjae mumbles his thanks but struggles with the band-aid at the angle he is sitting.
“Here, let me help,” the teacher kneels down and takes the small bandage and sticks it softly on, Hyukjae slightly gripping the bed sheets and his heart is pounding as he stares at the other. His chest tightens painfully. Hyukjae doesn’t want this, he wants all of it to go away, because he’s not supposed to have them, but they refuse to, and he has to deal with the despair gnawing at him every time the teacher makes his heart flutter with almost everything he does.
“I didn’t know you danced,” Mr. Lee admits with a small tug at his lips as he settles down on the bed beside Hyukjae.
“I didn’t know either,” Hyukjae replies with a small laugh, quickly trying to regain his composure. “It just comes naturally to me, I guess?”
“That’s nice.” The teacher pauses before adding, “I used to dance…. A little.” Hyukjae can’t interpret if there’s amusement or smugness in that tone.
“You?” Hyukjae chuckles without thinking and slaps a hand to his mouth.
“Yeah me,” the other retorts and gives him a small glare.
“Show me,” Hyukjae grins and crosses his arms.
“Nah, I don’t want to end up like you.”
Hyukjae scoffs playfully. “Excuses, excuses.”
“No, really, it’s small here.”
Hyukjae has no idea how he comes up with what he says next. “Next time then. Pinky promise?”
Mr. Lee snorts. “How old are you, Hyukjae.”
“Five.”
“And you said earlier that you weren’t a kid.”
“I meant it in a bad way! What’s wrong with pinky swears?”
“It’s something 26 year old men don’t do.”
“26 is alright.”
“I won’t do it. I can’t go around with everyone knowing I made a pinky swear with a teenager.”
“No one’s gonna know.”
“Who knows with that devilish mind of yours.”
“What? I do not have a devilish mind.”
“Anyways, no means no. I haven’t pinky swore since I was forced to two years ago.” Mr. Lee looks horrified at himself and buries his face in his hands, Hyukjae choking before bursting into laughter.
“Who forced you to?” Hyukjae manages to gasp.
“Don’t ask. I locked fingers with a monkey.”
Hyukjae laughs so hard he almost falls off the bed.
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There’s the white mist again.
Hyukjae doesn’t see anything but hears a muffled thundershower somewhere in front of him. Then the sound turns deafening and Hyukjae realizes as the mist thins that it’s not raindrops hitting the ground, it’s the roaring applause of an audience. His breath is taken away by the hundreds of people applauding him , and he bows, a rush of accomplishment and relief flowing through him and he finally breaks into a smile, the tension fading from his body. His eyes search the crowd and he spots that familiar face and beams, blushing slightly as the other sneaks a tiny thumbs up, looking guilty after for rooting for another contestant. Hyukjae does flips inside and takes one last bow before stepping off the stage. He would have to thank the person later.
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A/N: Long time no see guys :D okay i know i've been a pretty shitty author and don't update much but i've been pretty busy because i'm moving at the moment :/
i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter..... i made it slightly longer. <3