King of Hearts
Title: King of Hearts
Pairing: Eunhyuk-centric. HaeHyuk
Rating: G
Genre: angst
Disclaimer: I wish
Summary: Eunhyuk is no longer the master of his cards.
A/N: Part of the same verse as Bet On It / Bet On Me.
It wasn’t as though Eunhyuk had any particular attachment or disdain for any of the four suits. They were simply his tools, tools that, if wielded correctly, would lead him to victory. Because it was not about having all the good cards; it was about how you played them.
But if he had to choose a suit to hate, he would choose hearts.
Each of the suits had some meaning, Eunhyuk had decided a long time ago, back when he was young and reckless and free. Diamonds, though the weakest of the suits, represented money, wealth, and riches. Clubs were weapons by which to crush his opponents. And spades were obviously the highest of them all, where all the power laid.
Then there were hearts. Thirteen hearts, just like the other suits. Labeled from ace to king, just like the other suits. But it was so unlike the other suits.
Because, really, what did hearts stand for? Love? Emotions? Feelings? Weakness? What place did something like that have among its far more superior contemporaries- riches, weapons, and power? Eunhyuk sometimes wondered which lunatic had the audacity to put hearts in a deck of cards in the first place, and make it the second strongest, no less.
Which brought up the other point. Hearts were the second strongest suit. Second strongest. Meaning, there was a more powerful suit. Third strongest, fine. Fourth strongest, whatever. But second strongest. It just left such a bitter taste on the tongue. Pretty good, but only second best. Second to something else. Almost there, but not good enough. In other words, weak.
And there was nothing Eunhyuk hated more than weakness.
But in the end, cards were just cards no matter what meaning he assigned them. Just 52 pieces of pasteboard to be shuffled and played with. Nothing more, nothing less.
Why then, Eunhyuk wonders, does he feel like a fire is burning him from the inside out every time he sees those sparkling eyes, that brown hair, the dratted royal features of his king of hearts?
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A/N: Hi, I'm still on this plane of existence :D
Pairing: Eunhyuk-centric. HaeHyuk
Rating: G
Genre: angst
Disclaimer: I wish
Summary: Eunhyuk is no longer the master of his cards.
A/N: Part of the same verse as Bet On It / Bet On Me.
It wasn’t as though Eunhyuk had any particular attachment or disdain for any of the four suits. They were simply his tools, tools that, if wielded correctly, would lead him to victory. Because it was not about having all the good cards; it was about how you played them.
But if he had to choose a suit to hate, he would choose hearts.
Each of the suits had some meaning, Eunhyuk had decided a long time ago, back when he was young and reckless and free. Diamonds, though the weakest of the suits, represented money, wealth, and riches. Clubs were weapons by which to crush his opponents. And spades were obviously the highest of them all, where all the power laid.
Then there were hearts. Thirteen hearts, just like the other suits. Labeled from ace to king, just like the other suits. But it was so unlike the other suits.
Because, really, what did hearts stand for? Love? Emotions? Feelings? Weakness? What place did something like that have among its far more superior contemporaries- riches, weapons, and power? Eunhyuk sometimes wondered which lunatic had the audacity to put hearts in a deck of cards in the first place, and make it the second strongest, no less.
Which brought up the other point. Hearts were the second strongest suit. Second strongest. Meaning, there was a more powerful suit. Third strongest, fine. Fourth strongest, whatever. But second strongest. It just left such a bitter taste on the tongue. Pretty good, but only second best. Second to something else. Almost there, but not good enough. In other words, weak.
And there was nothing Eunhyuk hated more than weakness.
But in the end, cards were just cards no matter what meaning he assigned them. Just 52 pieces of pasteboard to be shuffled and played with. Nothing more, nothing less.
Why then, Eunhyuk wonders, does he feel like a fire is burning him from the inside out every time he sees those sparkling eyes, that brown hair, the dratted royal features of his king of hearts?
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A/N: Hi, I'm still on this plane of existence :D