[DC/13] When You're With Me [Donghae/Eunhyuk, PG-13], Drabble
Prompt 13. Shakes, “snug in his hand”. Donghae/Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13 | Genre: AU!Romance | Disclaimer: I don't own them, SME does. Plot is mine. | Summary: Some people are not what they seem, and that's not always a bad thing.
Warning: UN-BETA'D & Unclear who's more dominant & I dunno.. but lately it seems like my summaries don't have that much to do with my fics?
Donghae leans against the brick wall of the cafe, sighing as he breathes a white gust of air into the dimly lit night sky. The wind is cold against his cheeks; snow piled on the sidewalks, the roads wet with melting, black ice.
He lifts the straw of his chocolate milk shake snug in his hand to his lips, the cold liquid spilling into his mouth; freezing him, making him shiver harder than before. But it's sweet - so sweet.
“Ew.”
The boy tilts his head when he hears clothes rattling against the brick wall as the new-comer settles beside him. He smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
Donghae reaches out to shake the snow out of the boy’s hair, his gloved fingers ruffling through it harshly. “What are you doing here, Hyuk?”
His eyes are red, along with the hues of his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It’s not uncommon - the sight of an entirely red-faced Eunhyuk - but sometimes Donghae still doubts. “Taking a break,” Eunhyuk replies, shaking slightly at the cold and Donghae’s touch and Donghae’s unwavering eyes. “I’ve always needed one.”
“You deserve one,” Donghae nods.
They glance towards the empty, snow-filled seats right in front of the shop, but neither of them makes a move to shuttle themself over. They like standing, like this, just the two of them.
When Donghae sees Eunhyuk, he doesn’t quite see what other’s may see about him.
It’s not the small, jewel like eyes. It’s not the tall, pointed nose. It’s not his thin, paper thin, lips. Neither is it the structure of his body, or how tall he may be.
As Donghae looks at Eunhyuk, he only sees a mixture of lies, excuses, and deceptions, because what Eunhyuk appears to be on the outside is not a single fiber of who he is on the inside.
He’s hiding.
“When I said you deserved a break, I didn’t mean from your relationships or your flings,” Donghae finally explains himself, staring back into the black sky above them. He cannot differ between the sky and the ground now; both are black, pitch black.
“Mm,” Eunhyuk hums, because he doesn’t know what or how to respond. But he understands.
Donghae reaches over with his mitten covered hand and encircles his fingers around the other boy’s, clasping him tightly.
Eunhyuk feels the moist coldness of the cloth against his skin and groans. “Why would you drink a milkshake on a freezing day like this?!” He scowls.
After taking a look at his drink, Donghae just laughs and shrugs. He watches as Eunhyuk snatches the drink from his hand and tosses it into the nearest trash bin out of the corner of his eyes.
He isn’t angry.
“I like being with you,” Donghae smiles warmly, and Eunhyuk’s cold face doesn’t quite feel the chill anymore. “When you’re with me, you’re you. Not who you want everyone else to see you as. I like that. I like you like this.”
It’s like being confessed to a hundred times without the pursuer ever knowing that he had declared his love at all. Eunhyuk hoped, somewhere deep inside, that Donghae would notice and take his words back.
“I wish this night never ends,” Donghae laughs, turning to meet eyes with him.
Eunhyuk feels something in his chest clench and he tosses everything away - his facade, his acts, his insecurity - because, in this cold, what left is there that isn’t numb?
When Eunhyuk pulls away and Donghae feels the empty warmth on his lips start to dissipate, he glances at the boy with parted lips and no words. “That-”
“That was a punishment,” Eunhyuk interrupts, clearing his throat, “punishment for being so oblivious and dumb and stupid.”
“Dumb and stupid are the same thing,” Donghae shakes his head with a chuckle.
Eunhyuk doesn’t care.
“See?” Donghae says, leaning closer to Eunhyuk as he weaves their fingers together - closing the creases, filling in the empty spaces. “I like you most when you’re with me.”
And Eunhyuk finally understands that Donghae isn’t as oblivious as he seems; he’s just cold, and a little numb, from the winter snow. The snow that has shaken their hearts and brought them closer together.
Holding Eunhyuk, and his heart, snug in his hand.
But unlike with the milkshake, he’s not going to easily let go. Not this time.
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[DC12: Donghae/Sungmin] ♦ [DC14: Bii/Rainie]
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A/N: I realized that I hardly ever write in a (semi)Donghae-centric structure, so, I tried to make this more Donghae-centric. Hopefully it's not weird. There's something about this kid that I can't quite grasp, which makes it hard for me to write him.. ;A; HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, NYX!!
Rating: PG-13 | Genre: AU!Romance | Disclaimer: I don't own them, SME does. Plot is mine. | Summary: Some people are not what they seem, and that's not always a bad thing.
Warning: UN-BETA'D & Unclear who's more dominant & I dunno.. but lately it seems like my summaries don't have that much to do with my fics?
Donghae leans against the brick wall of the cafe, sighing as he breathes a white gust of air into the dimly lit night sky. The wind is cold against his cheeks; snow piled on the sidewalks, the roads wet with melting, black ice.
He lifts the straw of his chocolate milk shake snug in his hand to his lips, the cold liquid spilling into his mouth; freezing him, making him shiver harder than before. But it's sweet - so sweet.
“Ew.”
The boy tilts his head when he hears clothes rattling against the brick wall as the new-comer settles beside him. He smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
Donghae reaches out to shake the snow out of the boy’s hair, his gloved fingers ruffling through it harshly. “What are you doing here, Hyuk?”
His eyes are red, along with the hues of his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It’s not uncommon - the sight of an entirely red-faced Eunhyuk - but sometimes Donghae still doubts. “Taking a break,” Eunhyuk replies, shaking slightly at the cold and Donghae’s touch and Donghae’s unwavering eyes. “I’ve always needed one.”
“You deserve one,” Donghae nods.
They glance towards the empty, snow-filled seats right in front of the shop, but neither of them makes a move to shuttle themself over. They like standing, like this, just the two of them.
When Donghae sees Eunhyuk, he doesn’t quite see what other’s may see about him.
It’s not the small, jewel like eyes. It’s not the tall, pointed nose. It’s not his thin, paper thin, lips. Neither is it the structure of his body, or how tall he may be.
As Donghae looks at Eunhyuk, he only sees a mixture of lies, excuses, and deceptions, because what Eunhyuk appears to be on the outside is not a single fiber of who he is on the inside.
He’s hiding.
“When I said you deserved a break, I didn’t mean from your relationships or your flings,” Donghae finally explains himself, staring back into the black sky above them. He cannot differ between the sky and the ground now; both are black, pitch black.
“Mm,” Eunhyuk hums, because he doesn’t know what or how to respond. But he understands.
Donghae reaches over with his mitten covered hand and encircles his fingers around the other boy’s, clasping him tightly.
Eunhyuk feels the moist coldness of the cloth against his skin and groans. “Why would you drink a milkshake on a freezing day like this?!” He scowls.
After taking a look at his drink, Donghae just laughs and shrugs. He watches as Eunhyuk snatches the drink from his hand and tosses it into the nearest trash bin out of the corner of his eyes.
He isn’t angry.
“I like being with you,” Donghae smiles warmly, and Eunhyuk’s cold face doesn’t quite feel the chill anymore. “When you’re with me, you’re you. Not who you want everyone else to see you as. I like that. I like you like this.”
It’s like being confessed to a hundred times without the pursuer ever knowing that he had declared his love at all. Eunhyuk hoped, somewhere deep inside, that Donghae would notice and take his words back.
“I wish this night never ends,” Donghae laughs, turning to meet eyes with him.
Eunhyuk feels something in his chest clench and he tosses everything away - his facade, his acts, his insecurity - because, in this cold, what left is there that isn’t numb?
When Eunhyuk pulls away and Donghae feels the empty warmth on his lips start to dissipate, he glances at the boy with parted lips and no words. “That-”
“That was a punishment,” Eunhyuk interrupts, clearing his throat, “punishment for being so oblivious and dumb and stupid.”
“Dumb and stupid are the same thing,” Donghae shakes his head with a chuckle.
Eunhyuk doesn’t care.
“See?” Donghae says, leaning closer to Eunhyuk as he weaves their fingers together - closing the creases, filling in the empty spaces. “I like you most when you’re with me.”
And Eunhyuk finally understands that Donghae isn’t as oblivious as he seems; he’s just cold, and a little numb, from the winter snow. The snow that has shaken their hearts and brought them closer together.
Holding Eunhyuk, and his heart, snug in his hand.
But unlike with the milkshake, he’s not going to easily let go. Not this time.
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[DC12: Donghae/Sungmin] ♦ [DC14: Bii/Rainie]
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A/N: I realized that I hardly ever write in a (semi)Donghae-centric structure, so, I tried to make this more Donghae-centric. Hopefully it's not weird. There's something about this kid that I can't quite grasp, which makes it hard for me to write him.. ;A; HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, NYX!!