[FIC] What's Important , ONE-SHOT
Title: What's Important
Author:
setsuna_k
Pairing: EunHae
Genre: Romance, Drama (slight), Comedy (slight)
Rating: PG - 13
Type: One-shot
Summary: Eunhyuk knows that dancing is the only thing he loves the most. Ever since. But when Donghae starts showing odd signs, Eunhyuk is now confused with his own feelings. What’s an anchovy to do?
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So what does one do when after all these years of firm conviction and dedication suddenly gets thrown off so easily and simply? Get upset? Get confused? Be passive and just go with the, err, flow?
Sighing. Now.
Why does this happen to me? What did it have to be him? C’mon, this really cannot be what I THINK it is.
It and him are completely different somethings; like it cannot be compared and used in a single sentence. These two things cannot go together in anything under any circumstances.
Okay, okay. I’m talking nonsensical here and that I’m not making any coherence AND probably you’re wondering, What the hell’s with Lee Hyukjae and his stream of deep deep thoughts? That’s so not like him at all!
Why, if you’d happen to know - which I think that you still don’t - then you’d understand why I’m going insane here. It’s because of two things:
Dancing.
And then Donghae.
I love the first with my whole life, body and soul. It’s an incomparable feeling; immeasurable and unquestionable. For as long as I remembered, dancing had always been my drive and motivation. It’s a life-long passion and connection with the other members who share the same interest.
But of course, no one loves dancing like the way I do. It’s a given, obvious fact. You’d witness it yourselves every time Super Junior performs live - Eunhyuk at the frontlines as the lead dancer of the band!
So… what about the second? After all this appraising and acknowledgment and love for dancing, what does Donghae have to do with anything? In the first place, how is he connected with all of this anyway?
Funny you should wonder inside your little noggins because I, myself, wonder just how exactly Lee Donghae - aka Fishy of SJ - affects me in ways I cannot understand. And by affect, I mean… OH, I DON’T KNOW. Seriously, I don’t. I have this big question mark on my hands, literally, I swear.
It’s like one day, he’s just there. Then the next thing you know, he’s really, really there. You get what I mean?
Before, he’d be all loud, playful and adorable, according to Siwon who finds EVERYONE adorable, and would always laugh at anything with the members. I’m no exception and sometimes, I join in the fun. So laugh sessions, here we go.
Simple hugs and and casual hand squeezes, smiles showing those shiny whites and intimate touches are of nothing but his friendly gestures (even though he says he doesn’t like to be touched, he’s the one who initiates it! I’m not kidding!). That is all there is to it. I mean, even Eeteuk-hyung displays skinship out of randomity. We all do. For these past years, it’s a natural thing for us. Call it gay, whatever. We love doing it nonetheless.
Until one day, during the usual group interview for the 3rd album, there is this fan’s moment with the band; a young, eager and excited lady asks us, “Oppa! What’s the most important thing to you? A someone?”
The question is firstly directed to Ryeowook but Yesung-hyung proudly stands up and wears that usual unreadable expression of his, announcing like it’s common knowledge, “Me.”
“Hyung! What are yo-
Too late to stall now though, majority of the audience squeals in delight and butterflies and little Ryeowook can only sink deep in his chair and blush madly while Yesung-hyung flashes his infamous smirk. “I can’t believe you just said that… in live broadcast… for THOUSANDS TO WATCH!”
And so, the Yesung and Ryeowook - known as YeWook - is born, much to Ryeowook-ah’s embarrassment.
I patiently wait for my turn -because I will not be in after a lot of members or so- and quietly think of a good, clever answer. Hey, I have to keep my image as witty as possible! So…
The fans? Wait, that kind of answer suits Kyuhyun-ah the best. After all, the magnae loves everybody - something proven during those Intimate Note days. That rolling paper moment was really, really something.
The members? Ah, Teukie-hyung and Siwonnie already answered that. Mind you, they are rather obvious about it too.
What else, what else?
I halt my train of thoughts and shake my head quickly. What am I wondering and panicking about? I already know the answer, of course! By mind, by heart and by soul. There’s no need to find something else. Because, really, there’s nothing else.
Or so I thought.
“Oppa, what’s your most important thing?” The fan continues her quest of unlocking hidden information about Super Junior and somewhat successfully makes pairings out of the members, all thanks to their ambiguous answers. Leave it to the audience and their funny-bordering-to-crazy imagination to spice things up.
However, not with me, lady, I know I’m in love with the most important thing in my life and I’m not about to falter from it.
“Eunhyuk-oppa’s most important thing is… dancing.” I say with confidence; a natural smile flashing across my lips. I look at the members and they seem contented with my reply - even Heechul-sshi looks impressed!
But when I finally look at the last member sits at the end, I feel a funny twist inside my gut and time appears to slow down on me. Eyes meets eyes in a deep, unwavering lock and I know that something is off at this very moment - on this stage, inside this set at this second.
Donghae looks like he’s about to cry. Or isn’t he?
I rub my eye for good measure, not too roughly to ruin my eyeliner, so as to make sure that I’m not being tricked my by own eyesight and glance him again.
Laughing. Laughing?
He’s laughing now; that light-hearted voice separates from the noise inside this hall. Wait, how can I differentiate one tone from a fifty, or a hundred? Just when did I develop this kind of… talent? And why only Donghae’s?
“Do you want to know Donghae-ah’s most important thing, hmmm?” Heechul waggles his eyebrow at the excited audience and victoriously teeters the question - that is supposedly addressed to him next - to the Fishy. Donghae, on the other hand, tries to ward off the possible event that looks like it’s happening nonetheless. Again, too late.
That stunt earlier, I wonder, is it my imagination or real? Because of this, I find myself growing interested at Donghae’s answer. This curiosity and sudden magnetism towards him is unexplainable. Told ya he affects me in ways I can’t understand. Is this some kind of charm or curse he’s pulling? I knew we shouldn’t have let him watch those occult American movies! It gets to him… negatively.
Okay, back at his would-be answers.
So, will it be his late father - I predicted beforehand, actually? Because we know his love for his dad is far greater than everyone knows.
Or will it be his career as a singer and dancer, an idol who is adored by many people? Because ever since, he’s always been prince-like. The girls want him and the guys looks up to him.
Or maybe that sentimental bracelet that his mom ga-
“It’s a someone actually…” Comes a sheepish, provincial-accent reply and is followed by another hearty laugh. My inner thoughts literally stop and the fans grow insane instantly. As for the remaining members, they have their mouths curved into an “o.”
Heechul-sshi seems to be up to something with that cat-grin on his face but I’m more of distracted at the fact that DONGHAE JUST CONFESSED THAT HE HAS SOMEONE HE LIKES. HE LIKES SOMEONE!
My chest twists suddenly without my consent and it feels like I’m having a bad case of heart-one-mile-marathon. Eunhyuk, what is wrong? Why are you feeling this way?
No matter how many times I rationalize myself about this moment, calming never comes my way.
Just when things have gotten more confusing, Donghae begins avoiding me after that interview, after the day.
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Hankyung, occassionally with the Fishy, does a round-about at the evening hours when most members are about to sleep. Being the sweet Chinese members that he is, he visits room-to-room to bid good night.
Comes with the bidding is a cheek-kiss too. I’m not complaining or anything since he does this for god-knows-how-many-times already. We grow accustomed to it.
What I’m not accustomed with is that Donghae continues his silent treatment and avoiding-the-anchovy behavior to me. I just don’t get him. It has already been days after that interview and the Fishy grows even more distant that I can allow. Have I done something to him? Did I do anything wrong?
There he is, as usual with Hankyung who is tucking Sungmin and giving him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the younger one to slumber. I stand by the door and watch; waiting until Donghae will notice my presence.
Which he does. Bingo.
“Eunhyukkie~ Couldn’t wait for me to tuck you in?” Hankyung cheerfully teases me and somewhat makes the atmosphere less tense than it already is. I smile widely at hyung, trying to be polite and sweet - like my usual self - but at my peripheral vision, I notice the same-aged male as me is looking anything but my direction.
I can feel my fist clenching and my heart doing erratic flips again. I grow annoyed and I know it. “Hyung, can I talk to Donghae-ah for a moment? He’ll follow you upstairs when we’re done.”
“At this time of hour?”
“Yes, please.”
I’m not thinking about what I just said and immediately take Donghae’s wrist on my own and drag him inside my room, leaving a clueless Hankyung-hyung outside. When I hear the main door clicking then closing after, I turn to face a surprised Donghae.
“Hyuk…? What’s going on?” I hear him ask in a hesitant manner, his eyes darting at the familiar room that is for myself - not a shared room like Yesung and Ryeowook’s and Kyuhyun and Sungmin’s. His eyes fell on mine now and appeared lost for words. Like he doesn’t know what to do or say.
Is that guilt I’m seeing in his raven eyes as well? The more I look at him closely, the more I find myself marveling at his facial features that I never seem to notice before - like how thin his lips are or how defined his jaw-line is and the way his eyelashes are long enough to fan and cast shadow over his eyes. Lastly, his eyes are really REALLY clear - like the vast, open ocean.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” I ask in a low voice when I advance, shaking my thoughts that seem to be falling deeper into him after looking at him at a closer range.
He backs away, making more distance between from him to me but had he notice that it’s my shelf of Cds that is behind him then that’s one wrong move he did. “I can explain…”
“You treat everyone the same except for me. Why is that?” I continue moving forward until he backs against the shelves and has to finally look at me straight. “Did I do something?”
Because, really, for the past days that Donghae had avoided me, there has never been an hour that I did not wonder where I went wrong. The way he looked at me during the interview still burns inside my mind - imprinted and not disappearing no matter how many tries of dismissing it. Unconsciously, I think of him. Then I think of the person who seems to the top of his priorities - the most important someone.
I grow irritated, annoyed and for once, jealous.
“I…” He trailed off.
I watch him hang his head low, his dark brown bangs covering his face and clear eyes that I now find so beautiful to stare at. In silence, he trembles, “I knew I couldn’t win.”
I look at him with wondering eyes even though he doesn’t know it. What is he talking about? Winning what?
“I don’t understand.”
“I said that to make you at least think of me but… but… I guess it’s no use. You love it more than anything. You’ll only look at it than…” His tearful gaze now locks with my wide ones. “…me.”
“Is this about the interview? The ‘most important’ topic, is it?” I carefully confirm, trying not to mistake this from a different one. “If it’s then-
Donghae silenced me with his stammering, and shaky voice; those small tears sliding down his cheeks. “Eunhyuk… I think… I think… I love…y-
He couldn’t continue, I know it, and just collapse on the carpeted floor with his hands covering his face. Out of shame or embarrassment, I don’t know. I just stare, dumbfounded, and slowly interweave his words and actions and come into a simple, vivid generalization:
“You’re in love with me, aren’t you? Is that the reason why you distance yourself?”
He doesn’t say anything but the nodding of his head finalizes everything. After a few heavy breathing, he continued behind his closed palms, “Dancing is the most important thing to you while I… the most important thing to me is you. Ever, ever since.”
“Hae…”
“I can’t win against passion, I know. I never wanted to tell you this too. I’m sorry.”
I don’t know what’s more surprising: the fact that Donghae just confessed to me in the cutest way than I could ever imagine or that despite his weak voice, he quickly jolts up and is about to break for a run outside my room?
A dancer’s body quick and his body proves to be one. Unfortunately I’m quicker and before he could completely make a hasty exit, I grab his arm and swivel around him. As fast as counting 1 to 5, the both of us now drop and sprawl on the mattress with my stuff toys rolling at different directions.
“Where are you planning to go? We’re not done yet.” I heave, catching my breath at the sudden use of strength. I open my eyes and notice the paralyzed Donghae underneath me; face all tomato-y, breathing stop and eyes so big. I have never seen him so… in shocked. “Oi, you’re not dead, are you?”
He finally blinks and pouts at me, like his regular, bully self, “Get off, Hyuk! You’re heavy! I can't breeeathe~”
But one side of my lips tugs upward. I leaned in and smirk. “And let you escape just like that? How about no?”
I do not know how it happened or when but the previous tension dissipates and is replaced by a comfortable silence with me straddling an oblivious Donghae who, at his hardest, trying not to waver from our current, err, intimate position. It’s a game we unconsciously engage in and whoever removes his current position, loses.
Oh, to hell with that. I don’t care anymore. Because, really, I'm here, pinning him down. I'm on him and his under me. Who could ask for a more better opportunity? Position? Chance?
“Donghae…” I whisper quietly - a hint of want behind that voice - to make him look at me. The moment he does though, I closed the distance between our faces and take him on in full-on mouth-to-mouth lock. He tries resisting by not opening his mouth but a few licks and the tongue-sliding-over-the-purse-of-his-mouth, he finally gives in and parts his soft lips to welcome mine.
How long did we kiss like this, our mouths dancing in sensual rhythm together, our tongues tasting the other one’s cavern and lips hungrily caressing the other? I guess it doesn’t matter when between these demanding and greedy but passionate kisses and hot touches, I can hear myself, or probably my awesomeness that is my conscience, thinking:
You love dancing, and so is Donghae.
And I must have been too careless when I shift my position to a more comfortable one when my hand accidentally palmed the angle between his legs. The next thing I knew, I see stars twinkling about while being on the cold, carpeted floor.
“Yah!! Lee Hyukjae, you pervert!!! NOT YET!!!”
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END.
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A/N: I noticed that I've done two ONE-SHOTS of EunHae! It's fun doing their one-shots, actually.. Well, anyway, if this isn't too lame or cheesy or fail to you, please do review, my loyal readers! *heart* I'm actually in vacation from my HanChul (Oh, My Super ... Guy?!) and SJ-one-shots. SRSLY. I should get back to those already! *RUNS* And I need more QMi fics around here! *hyperventilates*