[One-shot] Perhaps Love | PG-13
Title: [One-shot] Perhaps Love
Author: 6purplegiraffes
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, slight!angst
Disclaimer: I own both Donghae and Eunhyuk in my sleep
Warnings: My second fic. Because I'm still experimenting, I decided to give this type of writing a try //is anxious. This has some kind of serious atmosphere it seriously makes me all dizzy x_X
A/N: I had an-hour meeting the other day but because I was so sleepy, I couldn’t concentrate at all. So there I was scribbling another Eunhae fic in my planner as our senior officer busying himself talking across the roundtable (HAHA). This story just came to my sleepy-state mind. Sorry in advance if it isn’t that good. And I hope it's not confusing *scratches head*. Please forgive me for any grammatical errors and the lack of better vocabs in this. I’ll try to improve myself (pinky promise). Enjoy ^^
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It took him quite some time to muster his courage to do what he was about to do right at that moment. Cautiously, he moved his feet forward, taking few hesitant strides to approach the other - back ramrod straight, his features calm and unperturbed. Their faces stood just millimeters apart, the proximity is so close he could secretly count the other’s thick eyelashes. He inhaled deeply, taking as much air as his lung could possibly contain, feet glued to the ground but eyes not wavered from the other’s dark brown orbs.
“Tell me to go away”
He, for a moment or two, half-expected himself to be shoved away, if not by the other’s aggressive physical reaction maybe by his harsh words. But instead, neither actions nor words came from the other. The air was still, no sound was heard except for their own heavy breathing. In that very moment, he tried to read the other’s expression, he tried to find his answer. All he could see was the other fixed his gaze back to him, startling and looking indecisive at the same time.
He inched closer; their bodies were now gently pressed together in the middle of the room, tingling warmth spread through their skins. Two faces were just breath away in distance; so close they were practically exchanging air with each other at that exact moment. The air puffed out was hot and ticklish against their faces, and lingering body scents were taken in when they inhaled shortly after.
His gaze averted to the other’s lips as he leaned a little, just a little, until their lips softly brushing. He didn’t kiss (even though that was the only thing that occupied his mind at that moment), his lips were just ghosting over as if it wasn’t there in the first place, making the other shivered, his back suddenly stiffened. Was it anticipation he sees? Or perhaps built-up rage that was about to explode any time soon? He didn’t know, really. Thinking about it made his breathing became heavier by the second.
“Tell me to go away, Hyukjae. Tell me I shouldn’t do this…”
Silence.
He stared back at Hyukjae’s eyes, confusion and uncertainty evident on the latter’s face.
Donghae waited, his limbs remained immobile, refusing to make any move. His lips, soft but cold, were still there, ghosting over Hyukjae’s, waiting for the latter to initiate the kiss, if there would be any. Right at that moment, he couldn’t help but felt like succumbing to the strong urge to lean some more and just captured the soft plump lips into one breathtaking kiss. But no, he couldn’t let himself be so selfish. As much as he wanted this, he needed Hyukjae to want it too. He wasn’t the type of person who barged in, invaded his personal space and made Hyukjae do things according to his own whims and fancies.
He wanted the kiss, oh he needed it so bad. He’s been fantasizing about it for quite some time now. He loved this guy here, he really did. And somehow he felt like Hyukjae had been thinking the same thing judging from the way the other acted around him sometimes. Heck he even caught him staring at him multiple times. Perhaps kissing him has yet to come to Hyukjae’s mind, but Donghae has the inkling that this guy had the same affectionate feelings towards him, maybe he was just a little unsure. So this, he needed to find out.
And if there was love between them, he wanted to seal it with a kiss.
Hyukjae was still frozen in place, like a wooden carved statue. The only movement he had been making for the past few minutes was blinking and averting his eyes from staring back at Donghae to the latter’s tempting, pink lips. He was staring so intently as if battling with himself whether to go on and kiss him or push the other away and back himself off, telling him that this, the kiss, was a big mistake; or probably not just this kiss but the whole aching feeling between them that is perhaps love, a mistake right from the very beginning when it started blooming.
Hyukjae finally exhaled, long and breathy, sending cold shivers to Donghae and giving goosebumps all over his body. The latter couldn’t help but felt a tinge of hope lights up deep inside of him, hoping and praying. When he breathed in, Hyukjae’s breath tasted sweet in his tongue. He couldn’t help but wonder if the other taste sweet, if not intoxicating.
“Hae, I can’t..”
It was nearly a whisper. If it wasn’t for his lips ghosting there, and if he didn’t feel the soft air puffing out of Hyukjae’s mouth, Donghae must have thought he was just imagining it. His face fell as realization silently dawned upon him - Hyukjae had just denied him, rejected him. How it felt like Hyukjae had just reached out to him and gave his heart a hard squeeze. Oh it hurt. It really hurt! He closed his eyes when tears threatened to prick from the corner of his eyes.
“Oh…” He managed to say, barely audible to both Hyukjae and himself. He looked down at the floor, took one, two steps backward and decided to save the last remnant of pride he has left.
“I can’t tell you to go away, Hae. Because I think I want this too…” He said in soft, placating voice.
Before he could even register this, Hyukjae reached forward and placed his palms on both sides of Donghae’s face, pulling him in, lips hovering before his for a fraction of second before they finally met for a long, passionate kiss.
Their fist kiss.
“You do taste like strawberry as I have often thought” came the husky voice of Donghae, smiling angelically. He was in bliss.
“I guess I do…” Hyukjae smiled tenderly before he took him again for another kiss.
Author: 6purplegiraffes
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, slight!angst
Disclaimer: I own both Donghae and Eunhyuk in my sleep
Warnings: My second fic. Because I'm still experimenting, I decided to give this type of writing a try //is anxious. This has some kind of serious atmosphere it seriously makes me all dizzy x_X
A/N: I had an-hour meeting the other day but because I was so sleepy, I couldn’t concentrate at all. So there I was scribbling another Eunhae fic in my planner as our senior officer busying himself talking across the roundtable (HAHA). This story just came to my sleepy-state mind. Sorry in advance if it isn’t that good. And I hope it's not confusing *scratches head*. Please forgive me for any grammatical errors and the lack of better vocabs in this. I’ll try to improve myself (pinky promise). Enjoy ^^
~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~
It took him quite some time to muster his courage to do what he was about to do right at that moment. Cautiously, he moved his feet forward, taking few hesitant strides to approach the other - back ramrod straight, his features calm and unperturbed. Their faces stood just millimeters apart, the proximity is so close he could secretly count the other’s thick eyelashes. He inhaled deeply, taking as much air as his lung could possibly contain, feet glued to the ground but eyes not wavered from the other’s dark brown orbs.
“Tell me to go away”
He, for a moment or two, half-expected himself to be shoved away, if not by the other’s aggressive physical reaction maybe by his harsh words. But instead, neither actions nor words came from the other. The air was still, no sound was heard except for their own heavy breathing. In that very moment, he tried to read the other’s expression, he tried to find his answer. All he could see was the other fixed his gaze back to him, startling and looking indecisive at the same time.
He inched closer; their bodies were now gently pressed together in the middle of the room, tingling warmth spread through their skins. Two faces were just breath away in distance; so close they were practically exchanging air with each other at that exact moment. The air puffed out was hot and ticklish against their faces, and lingering body scents were taken in when they inhaled shortly after.
His gaze averted to the other’s lips as he leaned a little, just a little, until their lips softly brushing. He didn’t kiss (even though that was the only thing that occupied his mind at that moment), his lips were just ghosting over as if it wasn’t there in the first place, making the other shivered, his back suddenly stiffened. Was it anticipation he sees? Or perhaps built-up rage that was about to explode any time soon? He didn’t know, really. Thinking about it made his breathing became heavier by the second.
“Tell me to go away, Hyukjae. Tell me I shouldn’t do this…”
Silence.
He stared back at Hyukjae’s eyes, confusion and uncertainty evident on the latter’s face.
Donghae waited, his limbs remained immobile, refusing to make any move. His lips, soft but cold, were still there, ghosting over Hyukjae’s, waiting for the latter to initiate the kiss, if there would be any. Right at that moment, he couldn’t help but felt like succumbing to the strong urge to lean some more and just captured the soft plump lips into one breathtaking kiss. But no, he couldn’t let himself be so selfish. As much as he wanted this, he needed Hyukjae to want it too. He wasn’t the type of person who barged in, invaded his personal space and made Hyukjae do things according to his own whims and fancies.
He wanted the kiss, oh he needed it so bad. He’s been fantasizing about it for quite some time now. He loved this guy here, he really did. And somehow he felt like Hyukjae had been thinking the same thing judging from the way the other acted around him sometimes. Heck he even caught him staring at him multiple times. Perhaps kissing him has yet to come to Hyukjae’s mind, but Donghae has the inkling that this guy had the same affectionate feelings towards him, maybe he was just a little unsure. So this, he needed to find out.
And if there was love between them, he wanted to seal it with a kiss.
Hyukjae was still frozen in place, like a wooden carved statue. The only movement he had been making for the past few minutes was blinking and averting his eyes from staring back at Donghae to the latter’s tempting, pink lips. He was staring so intently as if battling with himself whether to go on and kiss him or push the other away and back himself off, telling him that this, the kiss, was a big mistake; or probably not just this kiss but the whole aching feeling between them that is perhaps love, a mistake right from the very beginning when it started blooming.
Hyukjae finally exhaled, long and breathy, sending cold shivers to Donghae and giving goosebumps all over his body. The latter couldn’t help but felt a tinge of hope lights up deep inside of him, hoping and praying. When he breathed in, Hyukjae’s breath tasted sweet in his tongue. He couldn’t help but wonder if the other taste sweet, if not intoxicating.
“Hae, I can’t..”
It was nearly a whisper. If it wasn’t for his lips ghosting there, and if he didn’t feel the soft air puffing out of Hyukjae’s mouth, Donghae must have thought he was just imagining it. His face fell as realization silently dawned upon him - Hyukjae had just denied him, rejected him. How it felt like Hyukjae had just reached out to him and gave his heart a hard squeeze. Oh it hurt. It really hurt! He closed his eyes when tears threatened to prick from the corner of his eyes.
“Oh…” He managed to say, barely audible to both Hyukjae and himself. He looked down at the floor, took one, two steps backward and decided to save the last remnant of pride he has left.
“I can’t tell you to go away, Hae. Because I think I want this too…” He said in soft, placating voice.
Before he could even register this, Hyukjae reached forward and placed his palms on both sides of Donghae’s face, pulling him in, lips hovering before his for a fraction of second before they finally met for a long, passionate kiss.
Their fist kiss.
“You do taste like strawberry as I have often thought” came the husky voice of Donghae, smiling angelically. He was in bliss.
“I guess I do…” Hyukjae smiled tenderly before he took him again for another kiss.