[Unfinished] Teukhae
title: taboo
pairing: eeteuk/donghae
rating: nc-17
genre: pwp, smut, angst
summary: comfort comes in many forms. or maybe, jungsu is just lying to himself about what he's really doing.
a/n: oh boy. i've never written a suju fic and this is the first thing that popped in my head. ^^;; anyway. this is unfinished. dedicated to choshinsei.
There's a curled up mass on the floor, covered by a blanket and nothing else. To the casual eye, it would seem that someone is sleeping, but a slight trembling, quivering would suggest otherwise.
Jungsu is overall, an optimistic person. That might seem obvious to most with his smiles, his silly antics, his giggles. But there are moments when it's a facade, when he needs to act that way to forget, to move on, to stride forward.
So maybe that's why he notices, why he even pauses in front of the room. He closes and locks the door so that the others won't make fun of his dongsaeng later.
The noise is not loud, but not soft either, and he sees immediately the pile go shock still.
"Donghae?"
He moves closer to sit next to the pile that stays absolute quiet.
"Did you want to talk?" Jungsu leans over and finds his fingers softly rubbing Donghae's back, soothing, comforting.
A head pops up and Donghae's eyes peer at him, slightly red-rimmed but also with a tinge of...something else. Darker. But it disappears into guilt.
Donghae shakes his head to his question but just goes closer towards Jungsu, the rustling and shifting of cloth echoing loud in the quiet room.
There's a startling image that flits across his mind, making him swallow, hard, and lick his lips nervously. Whether it's Donghae's vulnerability or proximity, he's not quite sure.
Or maybe, he's always had those thoughts.
He lies down next to Donghae, stroking the wavy hair and pushing it aside so the bangs don't fall on his face. His fingers start to trace a line down his cheek, soft soft skin and he starts to trace the lips when the mouth suddenly opens and he has a huge temptation to plunge his fingers past those lips.
"Hyung?" Donghae's voice is uncertain, wavering, and that gaze from before catches him.
He pulls his hand away, shaken by his own actions when long fingers suddenly catch his wrist.
"Stay with me?" Dongahe says, pleading almost, and Jungsu can't deny him. Donghae lifts up the covers and Jungsu wants to protest, to say this isn't a good idea, but he finds himself scooting in, the warmth cocooning him and the smell of Donghae surrounding him.
He shifts around to get comfortable and Donghae tries to stop him, but he doesn't miss it.
However brief, the hardness that brushes against his leg is all too clearly arousal, need.
Jungsu swallows and looks at Donghae, who gazes at him, half-hopeful, half-terrified.
In that instant, Jungsu remembers earlier that day, when Donghae was trying to talk to an older boy, try to catch his attention, but he was laughed at. Donghae laughed too, but it had seemed strained.
"Hyung?" He's got that hopeful look again and Jungsu shakes his head.
"Let's just sleep, okay? Tomorrow will be a beautiful day," he says, smiling. Donghae looks puzzled.
"But I thought, maybe," and Donghae leans closer. Jungsu wants to scream, wants to say he shouldn't want this, but yet his fingers reach out anyway, start to touch Donghae. "Please?"
pairing: eeteuk/donghae
rating: nc-17
genre: pwp, smut, angst
summary: comfort comes in many forms. or maybe, jungsu is just lying to himself about what he's really doing.
a/n: oh boy. i've never written a suju fic and this is the first thing that popped in my head. ^^;; anyway. this is unfinished. dedicated to choshinsei.
There's a curled up mass on the floor, covered by a blanket and nothing else. To the casual eye, it would seem that someone is sleeping, but a slight trembling, quivering would suggest otherwise.
Jungsu is overall, an optimistic person. That might seem obvious to most with his smiles, his silly antics, his giggles. But there are moments when it's a facade, when he needs to act that way to forget, to move on, to stride forward.
So maybe that's why he notices, why he even pauses in front of the room. He closes and locks the door so that the others won't make fun of his dongsaeng later.
The noise is not loud, but not soft either, and he sees immediately the pile go shock still.
"Donghae?"
He moves closer to sit next to the pile that stays absolute quiet.
"Did you want to talk?" Jungsu leans over and finds his fingers softly rubbing Donghae's back, soothing, comforting.
A head pops up and Donghae's eyes peer at him, slightly red-rimmed but also with a tinge of...something else. Darker. But it disappears into guilt.
Donghae shakes his head to his question but just goes closer towards Jungsu, the rustling and shifting of cloth echoing loud in the quiet room.
There's a startling image that flits across his mind, making him swallow, hard, and lick his lips nervously. Whether it's Donghae's vulnerability or proximity, he's not quite sure.
Or maybe, he's always had those thoughts.
He lies down next to Donghae, stroking the wavy hair and pushing it aside so the bangs don't fall on his face. His fingers start to trace a line down his cheek, soft soft skin and he starts to trace the lips when the mouth suddenly opens and he has a huge temptation to plunge his fingers past those lips.
"Hyung?" Donghae's voice is uncertain, wavering, and that gaze from before catches him.
He pulls his hand away, shaken by his own actions when long fingers suddenly catch his wrist.
"Stay with me?" Dongahe says, pleading almost, and Jungsu can't deny him. Donghae lifts up the covers and Jungsu wants to protest, to say this isn't a good idea, but he finds himself scooting in, the warmth cocooning him and the smell of Donghae surrounding him.
He shifts around to get comfortable and Donghae tries to stop him, but he doesn't miss it.
However brief, the hardness that brushes against his leg is all too clearly arousal, need.
Jungsu swallows and looks at Donghae, who gazes at him, half-hopeful, half-terrified.
In that instant, Jungsu remembers earlier that day, when Donghae was trying to talk to an older boy, try to catch his attention, but he was laughed at. Donghae laughed too, but it had seemed strained.
"Hyung?" He's got that hopeful look again and Jungsu shakes his head.
"Let's just sleep, okay? Tomorrow will be a beautiful day," he says, smiling. Donghae looks puzzled.
"But I thought, maybe," and Donghae leans closer. Jungsu wants to scream, wants to say he shouldn't want this, but yet his fingers reach out anyway, start to touch Donghae. "Please?"