I Love... This
Title: I Love... This
Pairing: HaeHyuk (Donghae/Hyukjae)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Word Count: 638
Summary: Stealing, watching 'I Love Lucy,' and bothering Hyukjae are all in Donghae's agenda for the day.
Note: yo yo yo Happy Valentine's Day! :foreveralone: Friends... go read the fics at Inks and Blots (I might've submitted one owo). Also, would anyone be interested in reading a fic I wrote where Donghae is a member of Suju and Hyukjae isn't? It's over thirty pages in my journal, and I refuse to type it if no one will read it. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. :(((((
“What are you doing, Donghae?” Hyukjae looked at the man curled on the upper dorm's couch in a hefty blanket that, if Hyukjae could remember correctly, actually belonged on the lower floor since it was Sungmin's.
“Watching 'I Love Lucy.' Come here,” he opened his arms and patted the space next to himself. Hyukjae hesitated before shuffling closer to Donghae. “Come here, Hyukkie,” Donghae frowned and shook his arms out of impatience. “I'm getting cold.”
Hyukjae rolled his eyes before yelping as Donghae abruptly stood up and snagged Hyukjae around the waist. “You could've asked nicely,” Hyukjae struggled in jest before getting pulled down on the couch next to Donghae's side. Donghae shrugged and pulled the large blanket around them.
“I don't think it would've made much of a difference,” he stated, pinching Hyukjae's side and receiving a light smack on the cheek.
“No, but it would've been a nice gesture,” Hyukjae responded, curling his legs up and leaning into Donghae, placing his head on the man's shoulder. “Now this show,” Hyukjae slid his hand to rest on Donghae's inner thigh.
“'I Love Lucy,'” Donghae eyes were trained on the screen but he kept his hand encircled around the man next to him.
“I see that. What I don't see is subtitles. Or hear any Korean,” Hyukjae was unamused, the fast chatter of English invading his ears and the accents untranslatable.
“Who needs subtitles nowadays?” Donghae tapped his fingers rhythmically on Hyukjae's hip, looking smugly delighted.
“Nowadays? Pretty sure you needed subtitles the other day... and it was for a Korean movie,” Hyukjae was incredulous, shifting his body so that his feet weren't pressed so heavily into the cushion.
“They were slurring their words. I'm pretty sure the actors were all drunk while they were filming; I couldn't understand a word,” Donghae tried to defend himself.
“You can't understand your native language, but you can understand the most nonsensical language of English?”
“Listen, I'll tell you what they're saying,” Donghae cleared his throat as they both stared at the screen, anticipation in the air. “Oh Lucy, I love you! Te amo,” Donghae mocked Ricky's accent, pulling off his best Cuban impression. “Lucy, you're insanely adorable and have the body type of an anchovy, the face of an angel, but, dios mio, your hair color hasn't been natural for the longest time,” Donghae ran his free hand through Hyukjae's blond hair, the strands soft despite the constant dye.
Catching on, Hyukjae continued, “Ricky, I love you too!” his voice was high, an attempt at femininity, “For your cute accent, striking eyes and childish behaviors- even though you have too much energy sometimes.”
“You're perfect in my eyes, Lucy. Smoochie, smoochie,” Donghae concluded with a cheeky grin and planting a light kiss on Hyukjae's lips.
“Your knowledge of English spread to me,” Hyukjae laughed, patting Donghae's thigh, “I guess you are fluent.”
“What can I say? I'm a man of many talents,” Donghae cast his eyes in Hyukjae's direction, away from the television. “And English isn't even my forte,” Hyukjae raised an eyebrow. “It's foreplay,” Donghae grinned and pinned a startled Hyukjae against the couch, laughing as he pressed his lips against Hyukjae's skin and covered their heads with the quilt.
In the kitchen Jungsu rustled his newspaper and recrossed his legs, “What ever happened to just exchanging cards?”
Across from him, Youngwoon was playing a game on his phone, “That's kid stuff; this is the adult version of Valentine's Day. We should try it sometime,” he spoke casually without taking his eyes of the screen.
Jungsu averted his eyes and cleared his throat, turning the page of the paper, “Happy Valentine's, indeed.”
Pairing: HaeHyuk (Donghae/Hyukjae)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Word Count: 638
Summary: Stealing, watching 'I Love Lucy,' and bothering Hyukjae are all in Donghae's agenda for the day.
Note: yo yo yo Happy Valentine's Day! :foreveralone: Friends... go read the fics at Inks and Blots (I might've submitted one owo). Also, would anyone be interested in reading a fic I wrote where Donghae is a member of Suju and Hyukjae isn't? It's over thirty pages in my journal, and I refuse to type it if no one will read it. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. :(((((
“What are you doing, Donghae?” Hyukjae looked at the man curled on the upper dorm's couch in a hefty blanket that, if Hyukjae could remember correctly, actually belonged on the lower floor since it was Sungmin's.
“Watching 'I Love Lucy.' Come here,” he opened his arms and patted the space next to himself. Hyukjae hesitated before shuffling closer to Donghae. “Come here, Hyukkie,” Donghae frowned and shook his arms out of impatience. “I'm getting cold.”
Hyukjae rolled his eyes before yelping as Donghae abruptly stood up and snagged Hyukjae around the waist. “You could've asked nicely,” Hyukjae struggled in jest before getting pulled down on the couch next to Donghae's side. Donghae shrugged and pulled the large blanket around them.
“I don't think it would've made much of a difference,” he stated, pinching Hyukjae's side and receiving a light smack on the cheek.
“No, but it would've been a nice gesture,” Hyukjae responded, curling his legs up and leaning into Donghae, placing his head on the man's shoulder. “Now this show,” Hyukjae slid his hand to rest on Donghae's inner thigh.
“'I Love Lucy,'” Donghae eyes were trained on the screen but he kept his hand encircled around the man next to him.
“I see that. What I don't see is subtitles. Or hear any Korean,” Hyukjae was unamused, the fast chatter of English invading his ears and the accents untranslatable.
“Who needs subtitles nowadays?” Donghae tapped his fingers rhythmically on Hyukjae's hip, looking smugly delighted.
“Nowadays? Pretty sure you needed subtitles the other day... and it was for a Korean movie,” Hyukjae was incredulous, shifting his body so that his feet weren't pressed so heavily into the cushion.
“They were slurring their words. I'm pretty sure the actors were all drunk while they were filming; I couldn't understand a word,” Donghae tried to defend himself.
“You can't understand your native language, but you can understand the most nonsensical language of English?”
“Listen, I'll tell you what they're saying,” Donghae cleared his throat as they both stared at the screen, anticipation in the air. “Oh Lucy, I love you! Te amo,” Donghae mocked Ricky's accent, pulling off his best Cuban impression. “Lucy, you're insanely adorable and have the body type of an anchovy, the face of an angel, but, dios mio, your hair color hasn't been natural for the longest time,” Donghae ran his free hand through Hyukjae's blond hair, the strands soft despite the constant dye.
Catching on, Hyukjae continued, “Ricky, I love you too!” his voice was high, an attempt at femininity, “For your cute accent, striking eyes and childish behaviors- even though you have too much energy sometimes.”
“You're perfect in my eyes, Lucy. Smoochie, smoochie,” Donghae concluded with a cheeky grin and planting a light kiss on Hyukjae's lips.
“Your knowledge of English spread to me,” Hyukjae laughed, patting Donghae's thigh, “I guess you are fluent.”
“What can I say? I'm a man of many talents,” Donghae cast his eyes in Hyukjae's direction, away from the television. “And English isn't even my forte,” Hyukjae raised an eyebrow. “It's foreplay,” Donghae grinned and pinned a startled Hyukjae against the couch, laughing as he pressed his lips against Hyukjae's skin and covered their heads with the quilt.
In the kitchen Jungsu rustled his newspaper and recrossed his legs, “What ever happened to just exchanging cards?”
Across from him, Youngwoon was playing a game on his phone, “That's kid stuff; this is the adult version of Valentine's Day. We should try it sometime,” he spoke casually without taking his eyes of the screen.
Jungsu averted his eyes and cleared his throat, turning the page of the paper, “Happy Valentine's, indeed.”