Stalker (Chapter Three)
Title: Stalker (Chapter 3)
Genre: comedy, school life?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eunhyuk POV, main = EunHae, ninja!&broken!KyuMin, ninja!KangTeuk
Summary: A classical story of the ‘boy next door’. What will happen with these two?
A/N: Italics = Thoughts
( ) = Narrating
Another A/N: this is a short chapter BUT! there is something exciting awaiting you.
Silently, I walked in to the school, unable to comprehend why these things kept slipping out of my mouth before I could catch them. Luckily I covered it up great! Donghae will never know! Of course, he would find out eventually. (They all find out eventually, don’t you agree?) But until then, I just had to continue to act...normal. Unfortunately for me, this wasn’t in my vocabulary.
Sungmin nodded as a hello to me and I wondered what was up with him: “Are you alright?”
“No.” He simply answered before leaving the table and going back to his own desk to sit by himself; well, he was supposed to be by himself I presume but Kyuhyun stalked off behind him. Ohhhh!
I slyly strolled over in the general direction of where the desk in which they were talking quietly, but managed to stay far away enough so they wouldn’t suspect anything by using numerous disguises such as engaging in casual conversation with somebody who walked into the class before silencing them with an elongated ‘SHHHHH’ so I was able to hear what the other two were talking about.
“I can’t believe you would do that to me!” I heard Sungmin whisper.
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Is that why you went off at lunch the other day? To go see Yesung.” I didn’t have to hear this loudly to recognize the disgust in Sungmin’s voice.
“Exactly. You don’t even have anything to say.” Sungmin added a few seconds later.
“Min, I swear! Nothing happened.” Kyuhyun briefly said before I was confused from hearing another voice.
“How’s the happy couple?” Shindong said before being pushed away. He spotted me; I growled as a protest as he walked over.
“Are you eavesdropping?”
“No.”
“Yes, you are!”
“No I’m not!”
“Then why are you standing with the janitor?” Shindong questioned before I realised that I was, in fact, engaging my ‘casual conversation’ with the janitor. I huffed as I walked away to stand in another position before I realised Shindong was following me.
“Shindong. Listen, I can’t say this any nicer. FUCK OFF.”
“Jesus Christ, why will nobody talk to me?!” He shouted before walking out the class. Leeteuk briefly looked up to wonder why Shindong was shouting before giving me a glare that told me to go after him. I rushed out the class hoping not to miss anymore of the interesting conversation going on between Min and Kyu.
“SHINDONG! WAIT!” I shouted down the hallways, hoping to catch of glimpse of where he was headed before I tripped on a broken tile and bumped into something solid. Or rather, somebody’s rock hard abs. (And no, I don’t mean the school.)
“Are you okay?” A voice who sounded a lot like Donghae said. His school bag was perfectly slung over his shoulder with no effort; his hair was perfect with just the right amount of wave; his uniform was perfectly ironed, creases in all the right places. He was perfect. I sighed as I gazed into his eyes; confused was shining as bright as twinkling stars through his eyes. (which was a PERFECT simile. Just saying.)
“Are you okay?” He asked again, looking at me worryingly probably from my lack of answer.
“I’m fine! I, uh, I was just looking for...” I momentarily forgot what I was actually searching for before catching a glimpse of Shindong, “SHINDONG!” I shouted loud enough to receive an echo.
“Leave me alone!” He shouted before attempting to run; then stopping as he realised he hated running. He walked briskly instead, past me and Donghae and into the classroom.
“What was that all about?” Donghae asked and I could almost hear him calling me a freak. I quickly muttered a ‘nothing’ before walking back into the classroom after Shindong.
“He doesn’t want to talk to me!” I heard Shindong ‘crying’ onto Leeteuk’s shoulder.
“He does want to talk to you! Don’t say that!” Leeteuk reassured him before swearing at me for putting him into this difficult situation.
“Shindong; suck it up, you wimp!” Kangin muttered as he pushed Shindong out of the road before replacing Leeteuk’s now empty shoulder with his own face. I glanced over to Sungmin’s desk and noticed it was now empty. Glancing around the room, I saw the designated couple standing in the far corner of the room: Sungmin with near tears in his eyes and Kyuhyun looking blatantly angry. Oh shit, they noticed me and must’ve moved. FUCK YOU SHINDONG!
I decided to get the bus home from school, since I was... Well, I was just too lazy. The bus stop was nearly empty by time I had arrived; but then again, it was already about 5 o’clock. I wondered why it took me so long to arrive to it, then I remembered that I had been spying on Donghae dancing at D.S in the class that I didn’t teach. (One with a lot of younger children, which I must say was actually hilarious to watch.) BUT, that isn’t the point. The point is that I am going home now. The bus zoomed along the road, threatening to run us all over seeing as it pretty much came onto the pavement before halting right before my face, the door in perfect angle for me to get on. I quickly jumped on happily, quickly scowled at the rude bus driver before taking a seat near the back next to some old fat guy, which I presume was the janitor who I was ‘talking’ to earlier. Ew.
“I can’t cook dinner tonight but I’m pretty sure that there is something in the freezer for you to stick in the micro. If there isn’t then just order something in.” My mother quickly popped into my room, looking particularly nice. Well, as nice as my mother could get anyways. “I won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up.” She said before leaving and I had to wonder who the mother was and who the son in our relationship was. I heard her heels click their way downstairs before she shouted up to tell me that she would leave money on the table for me. As soon as I heard the door close loudly, I blasted the newest song from my all-time favourite band and pushed my bed to the far side of the room. I cleared the mass amount of boxes which were still left unpacked before the music hit the chorus where I then started to feel myself lose normality. I rapped along to the lyrics coming out the stereo and I popped and jerked my body to the beat, using up all the space I had in my small box-like room. I spun 180 degrees to face the window only to find a face peering at me through the glass. Again?
I halted mid-dance and stared back at Donghae looking at me. Clicking off my music, I walked over to my window and opened it while watching him as he did the same.
“Are you going to make a habit out of this?” I asked, secretly pleased that he was watching me once again even though I should have felt violated.
“Make a habit out of what?” He asked, his face blushing.
“Watching me like a pervert via window.”
“I wasn’t watching you.”
“You were watching me! I saw you looking straight at me.”
“I was looking at...” I saw his eyes flicker for a moment before they connected with mine again, “Okay, I was watching you.” He admitted, still looking at me. I laughed at his blushed cheeks and his complete cuteness overall.
“You’re a good dancer.”
My face heated up at the sudden compliment, “Thanks?”
“No really, I wish I could dance as well as you.” He said, looking at the ground.
“Want to come over? My mother has gone out and I can teach you some moves.” He shifted a little bit on his feet, “If you want to, that is.” He bit his lip innocently as he looked at me before nodding enthusiastically and telling me that he would be ‘over in a jiffy’. (Who uses that phrase nowadays? Seriously.)
I heard a small knock on the front door before opening it quickly. (And, just so you know, I wasn’t waiting at the door. No seriously, I wasn’t. What? No really, I swear I wasn’t. Okay, so I was. Again, so not the point.) He smiled at me innocently and before any words were exchanged, I opened the door slightly in order to let him through, but not enough for him to get through comfortably. He slid up against me slowly, our faces a mere centimetres away from each other’s. As he gazed into my eyes, I could’ve swore I saw something click in his eyes; as if they had gone from innocent to something else that I couldn’t quite figure out. Our whole bodies touched, apart from our heads, but, as soon as this had begun and I had began to enjoy it, it was over. He walked into my house, glancing around and taking in his surroundings as I watched him, quite surprised that he hadn’t run out of my house and all the way to New Zealand or somewhere equally as far.
“Your house is lovely. So simple.” He whispered and I looked at my own house, actually getting my first proper glance at it. I looked at the plain white walls that were still bright from just being painted and the furniture which lay scattered around the house, the only thing in its place being the television and couch.
“I think you’re over exaggerating.” I laughed at I led him upstairs to my room. He was once again taken aback in awe at what must’ve been the simplicity of my room.
“It’s so much nicer in here than in my room.”
“Then, why don’t you stay here then?” I spilled out before cursing under my breath. Great. Here comes one of my fabulous cover up stories. Quick, Hyukjae, think. THINK. Why are you thinking about thinking? Just think!
“Excuse me?” He asked, spinning around to look at me rather than the walls.
“I said...Why don’t you pay here then?” Is that seriously all you could think of? Seriously? SERIOUSLY?
“Pay what where?”
“Never mind.” I said quickly, almost cutting him off. I walked over to my stereo before clicking play; the sound of Super Junior once filled the room and Donghae immediately grinned.
“You like Super Junior?”
“They’re like, my favourite band in the world. Do you?”
“I love them too.” He smiled sweetly at me before I saw the flicker of something changing in his eyes. What is that? I watched his body pump to ‘Super Girl’ and realised this man was made for dancing; the simple movement made it look as though it was no effort at all. He started to move more energetically before I stopped him.
“Here, watch me.” I said, quick to break into the dance they music video had, imitating every move Super Junior M had done. The chorus reached and I clapped my hands then pounded my fist to my chest before I found myself being pushed against the cold door behind me. It banged as it slammed, my head throbbing from the pain. I looked at my wrists which were pinned above my head and looked down to find Donghae’s face closer to mine than it was at the door. His breathing was shallow and rough as he looked deep into my eyes.
“What?” I asked, confused as I looked straight into Donghae’s eyes; glancing for an answer before seeing the change once again; but this time it had stayed there.
“Donghae, what are you-“ I managed to get out before his soft lips attacked mine. I gasped as I felt our lips connect, his tongue licking my lower lip, coaxing my mouth open and asking for entrance. I obliged and was glad I did so. His tongue roamed around my mouth, pressing in and out, fighting for dominance as we engaged in the kiss. Our tongues connected, both of us moaning quietly. He let go of my wrists from around my head and he placed his hands softly on my neck, pulling me closer to his body as I lifted my body away from the door and further against him before my hands were quick to find his hips, playing carefully with his shirt. I gently slipped my hand under his shirt and touched his warm skin briefly before he pulled away abruptly.
“I can’t...I have to go..” He panted out, pushing me out the way and opening to the door widely and running out.
“Donghae, wait!” I shouted as I ran after him, following him down the stairs. I heard a sympathetic ‘sorry’ before he left, the front door swinging wide open. I vaguely heard the chorus from the song 'Reset' as it played upstairs. Why can't we just press the reset?
again guys, tell me what you think. sorry for the shortness of the chapter! i've been really tired lately; i must've lied when i said i didn't have a lot of homework! my teachers clearly read that and thought 'what? blair doesn't have much homework? HA! that'll be right.' before writing 10 essays just for me on the board. okay, i don't have 10 essays but it might as well be 10 essays, christ! okay, mini rant? anyways, tell me what you think! i like to know your guys' opinions :)