[challenge]
kwoooooopi 1 Hour Writing Challenge, 3rd Round.
title: The Trouble With Secrets
fandom: Super Junior
subject: Hyukjae (Shiwon/Hyukjae-ish)
theme: secret; catch: it changes every time it's told.
summary: It was supposed to be a secret. 'Supposed' being the emphasis.
notes: I....have no idea. Again. There was more planned to this but, time, I ran out of it :(
It was supposed to be a secret. Supposed being the emphasis. And Hyukjae had no idea how his secret had turned into….this. Oh, dear god.
At first, it was a secret that he hadn’t even let himself in on. It was just that…secretive; and maybe a little embarrasing. Until it became far too obvious even for Hyukjae’s conscious mind to disregard and ignore.
And then, well, he’d tried to broach the subject to someone else, and maybe that was where it all started, although Hyukjae still couldn’t see it. There was nothing particularly startling or revealing or secretive about telling Sungmin that maybe he wanted to try and work out a little more. “Kind of like Shiwon. You know?”
He hadn’t thought anything more of it after that, to be honest. Not even when Heechul, on his way out, had walked past him, stopped, burst out into harsh, braying laughter, pointed at Hyukjae and walked out the door, still laughing. Really, that could have been about anything, so Hyukjae had shrugged it away and forgotten about it.
And then there had been Donghae. Who, by a general well-known and lived by rule, was always a little…odd. But when he came into Hyukjae’s room and gave him a long, knowing look and said, “I know how you feel. I think about it sometimes, too,” he sounded like he was commiserating with Hyukjae. He’d even given Hyukjae’s shoulder one of those awkward, meant-to-comfort, squeezes.
It wasn’t until Hankyung all but cornered him in the dance studio, one evening during a break from rehearsal, that Hyukjae really started to worry.
“Shiwon-ah, he is very well, you know-”
Hyukjae had no idea what Hankyung had actually been about to say, but the look of concentration upon his face had not passed him by, and he thought it best to interrupt him as soon as possible. So to cut Hankyung off, Hyukjae said, a little too loudly, “hey, will you show me that last dance move again?”
Whatever had almost been said about Shiwon, Hyukjae had decided it was simply best that he not know. Ever.
But it wasn’t until Yehsung, leering at him, had said something about chocolate and something else Hyukjae was glad not to have heard, that it really clicked.
“What have you been telling people?” He demanded, when he’d found Sungmin. Although ‘helplessly whined’ was probably a closer description than ‘demanded’.
Sungmin, looking terribly innocent as he chewed his cereal, shrugged a shoulder and said, sounding as innocent as he looked, “nothing, really. It might have slipped out somewhere about you and the working out thing. Why?”
Hyukjae stared in dismay. “You have milk on your chin,” he said, and walked off. He was never going to tell anyone anything.
This feeling was reinforced, ten-fold, on the way back to the dorm after radio. “So, I hear from Donghae that you-”
“It’s not true! Donghae lies. Don’t believe a word of it!” And Hyukjae had spent the rest of the ride home trying to ignore Eeteuk. And the rest of his life. Forever.
But all of that was nothing, nothing, compared to right now. With Shiwon, standing right in front of Hyukjae, making him feel helplessly trapped and cornered, even if they were out in the very open middle of the living room.
“So, uh.
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end of the hour 8D;;
title: The Trouble With Secrets
fandom: Super Junior
subject: Hyukjae (Shiwon/Hyukjae-ish)
theme: secret; catch: it changes every time it's told.
summary: It was supposed to be a secret. 'Supposed' being the emphasis.
notes: I....have no idea. Again. There was more planned to this but, time, I ran out of it :(
It was supposed to be a secret. Supposed being the emphasis. And Hyukjae had no idea how his secret had turned into….this. Oh, dear god.
At first, it was a secret that he hadn’t even let himself in on. It was just that…secretive; and maybe a little embarrasing. Until it became far too obvious even for Hyukjae’s conscious mind to disregard and ignore.
And then, well, he’d tried to broach the subject to someone else, and maybe that was where it all started, although Hyukjae still couldn’t see it. There was nothing particularly startling or revealing or secretive about telling Sungmin that maybe he wanted to try and work out a little more. “Kind of like Shiwon. You know?”
He hadn’t thought anything more of it after that, to be honest. Not even when Heechul, on his way out, had walked past him, stopped, burst out into harsh, braying laughter, pointed at Hyukjae and walked out the door, still laughing. Really, that could have been about anything, so Hyukjae had shrugged it away and forgotten about it.
And then there had been Donghae. Who, by a general well-known and lived by rule, was always a little…odd. But when he came into Hyukjae’s room and gave him a long, knowing look and said, “I know how you feel. I think about it sometimes, too,” he sounded like he was commiserating with Hyukjae. He’d even given Hyukjae’s shoulder one of those awkward, meant-to-comfort, squeezes.
It wasn’t until Hankyung all but cornered him in the dance studio, one evening during a break from rehearsal, that Hyukjae really started to worry.
“Shiwon-ah, he is very well, you know-”
Hyukjae had no idea what Hankyung had actually been about to say, but the look of concentration upon his face had not passed him by, and he thought it best to interrupt him as soon as possible. So to cut Hankyung off, Hyukjae said, a little too loudly, “hey, will you show me that last dance move again?”
Whatever had almost been said about Shiwon, Hyukjae had decided it was simply best that he not know. Ever.
But it wasn’t until Yehsung, leering at him, had said something about chocolate and something else Hyukjae was glad not to have heard, that it really clicked.
“What have you been telling people?” He demanded, when he’d found Sungmin. Although ‘helplessly whined’ was probably a closer description than ‘demanded’.
Sungmin, looking terribly innocent as he chewed his cereal, shrugged a shoulder and said, sounding as innocent as he looked, “nothing, really. It might have slipped out somewhere about you and the working out thing. Why?”
Hyukjae stared in dismay. “You have milk on your chin,” he said, and walked off. He was never going to tell anyone anything.
This feeling was reinforced, ten-fold, on the way back to the dorm after radio. “So, I hear from Donghae that you-”
“It’s not true! Donghae lies. Don’t believe a word of it!” And Hyukjae had spent the rest of the ride home trying to ignore Eeteuk. And the rest of his life. Forever.
But all of that was nothing, nothing, compared to right now. With Shiwon, standing right in front of Hyukjae, making him feel helplessly trapped and cornered, even if they were out in the very open middle of the living room.
“So, uh.
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end of the hour 8D;;