3, 2, 1, action.
Pairing: EunHae. (like brief brief Kyumin :D)
Genre: PG -(13?) and some subtle mention of sex...
Like 2550 words.
(This effing lj cut thing better work!)
A/N: I fancy took me and out came the words. Idk.
3, 2, 1, action.
It’s the ins and outs, the tiny moments of silence and the sideways glances that make it so perfect. And so simple.
It’s the bubble of time separated from reality when sitting late at night on the couch or using the other’s shoulder as a hard pillow that make the strings that tie them together bearable.
They know it’s not easy. And even more so to hide it from everyone. They try, very hard. Sometimes it slips but there’s always the clever “couple-thing” as an excuse. There are lies and false smiles and so many swallowed words and halted touches. No body really misses them but no one bends over backwards on them either.
They play the game and hope they follow the rules right. They don’t hope to win. They never have. They hope to make the game last as long as possible even if that’s not always what they think.
Sometime they give up and say to hell with it. Sometimes they fight harder and bet a little more then usual. Sometimes they pass their turn and hope that was the right move.
Sometimes they forget that they are playing a game and that there are boundaries. They ignore the rules and bet more then they have. Sometimes they kiss late at night when they are not alone and are caught by the other members. Sometimes they are loud and they don’t care. Sometimes, they are times when the world doesn’t exist, where there are no rules and there are no judging eyes.
Sometimes, they stop playing and live. It never lasts for long.
Love is tough. And the game they play is rough.
No matter how much the fans love them, it won’t make them real. All they can do is steal tiny moments in time and sew together the lies of a perfect life. It’s a roll of the dice and a blind bet.
That’s how they play. That’s how they roll. “Hi, we’re EunHae!”
A sliver in time
I sighed into his touch and then pulled myself away. We only have thirty minutes to get ready.
“Eunhyuk, Donghae, get up. We’re leaving at 7:30.”
Eeteuk’s foosteps drift away from the other side of the door and then his hand is back at my hip, his lips at my ear.
“Hyuk,” I whisper, “Not now.”
He sighs, nods and gets up. The door closes softly behind him. And that’s all the day is: silence.
Reality
It doesn’t take much. To make the crowd scream.
It doesn’t take much to make him scream too, I muse with a smile as I move away from his free and totally out-of-the-blue hug.
He laughs at something the MC says and pats my arm, avoiding my eyes and saying something to Sungmin in back of me. I continue to smile and sit back down, holding the white board with a bunch of stuff written on it, including a sloppy “EunHae ♥” in the middle, a treat for the fans.
Nothing big. Unless you count the sideways look and narrowed eyes of Hyuk on my hand as I write it down in big letters and then my grin as I add the heart at the end. Eeteuk rolls his eyes and the MC laughs, shoulders shaking. The crowd screams and another EunHae moment is caught on tape.
I look up to Hyuk but he’s doing something else. I can’t really tell since Shindong and Siwon block my view, both bent over some weird looking object, trying to guess what it is.
I smile and look at the MC as he tells a joke that isn’t all the funny. I laugh and let my hand slide down the front of the white board, my fingers scrapping part of the black marker of the heart, marring it.
It’s not subtle, but I don’t care. The fans are concentrated on Sungmin tickling Kyuhyun on the other side of the stage. I snort at them and all their public display of affection.
I don’t really say much for the next few hours we are there filming. Hyuk notices and I pretend to not notice he has. It’s so much easier that way.
We come to the dorm that night, beyond exhausted and fall asleep before any of us can speak and recall any of the days events. We have to get up early again tomorrow and talk is not good for the restless mind.
I have strange dreams that night. Dreams of raging crowds and a crying Hyukjae. Of broken glass and pain. I wake up confused and bewildered. I’m not much more talkative that day too.
Illusions
Hyuk corners me later that day after a particularly long broadcast and takes me aside.
“Are you ok?”
I nod. I don’t want to play the game anymore. I don’t say that but I think it. And somehow, it makes it all the worst.
He frowns and gently puts one hand to my cheek, turning my face towards him. I fight it for a second and then give up. My eyes can’t lie.
“You seem stressed and tired.”
Again I nod. It is the truth after all.
He sighs, something he does often nowadays, and uses his other hand to hold mine.
“What’s wrong?” I shake my head at him, finding it funny how he rephrases the same questions.
“I love you.”
It takes him a few minutes to understand what I said and a few seconds to react to it. I almost cry at how softly he touches me, his lips giving nothing but comfort, his hands warm and strong around my hips.
Too bad the comfort is only physical. I still take it because it’s a hell of a lot better then suffering alone. We leave the room fifteen minutes later. We’re sweaty and a mess and no one says anything. They don’t need to, their eyes say it all.
But that’s ok.
The game is still on and I am still playing.
Dreams
It takes me six hours before I crack and a text him a quick message.
Come. I want to see you.
I wait for him on the couch in the living room. I can see the fear in his eyes. Not deep, gut-wrenching fear, but the quiet kind, the one that could turn into anger at any moment.
We talked earlier today. It was hesitant at first and soft. I was straight-forward and he was reluctant. We talked about us, where this was going. Strangely enough, he seemed to have faith; I didn’t.
It took a total of seven minutes before we were yelling and practically at each others’ throats, insults mean and cutting, thrown around freely and carelessly.
It was a waste of time; He said this wasn’t. I tried to explain it to him; He tried to explain it to me. It ended with him crying silently and me wanting to punch something.
He left a few seconds later with his head held high and said he was sorry.
I cleared my throat and patted the spot beside me. “Please”
He sighs yet again and comes to sit by me. Before I can apologize and make amends, he’s talking and taking me back in the past.
“Hae, remember a few months back, when we fought?”
I wince. It had been more the insults thrown that time. Our roles had been switched: Hyuk wanted to give up and I was fighting so damn hard to keep it all together, life, love and my emotions. It hadn’t been pretty.
“Yes?”
“We got over that didn’t we? It took time, but we did.”
The couch dips and Hyuk leans his head on my shoulder. The smell of his hair intoxicates me and I answer,
“Yes, we did.”
I tilt my head to lay it onto his and he reaches for my hands. My eyes prickle and for a moment a hate myself.
“I’m sorry, Hyukjae, I really am.”
“I understand. We are all at the end of the rope sometimes.” He moves his head away from mine and sits up. “Good night.”
I make a sound and reach for his thigh, wrapping my hands around it and pulling him back to the couch. He laughs when I plead for him not to go, both of us smiling. He rolls his eyes, sighs and gets more comfortable.
I use my hands around his leg to drag my body closer to his and drop my head onto his lap.
“You’re tired,” he breathes, threading his fingers in my hair. “Go to sleep.”
I nod and do just that.
Unconsciousness
The sudden change in latitude wakes me and Hyukjae shushes my words of sleep-riddled confusion
I can tell by the height I am at and the way he holds me that I am being carried on his back. I have no idea how I got there.
I want to laugh at how ridiculous this is and how heavy I must be for his thin frame but he orders me to shut up and go back to sleep. He kisses my forehead and pats my right thigh.
I sigh in his ear, which tickles and makes him squirm. He grunts as he shifts my weight higher to use one of his hands to open the door. He slips inside, the soft ticking of clock floating through the quite reaches my ears.
He wobbles over to his bed and sits down dumping me backwards onto it. I cough and roll over and away from him, blindly searching for the pillow as Hyuk tries to undress me.
“You’re not sleeping with your clothes on.” He hisses and tugs my pants off one leg at a time.
I chuckle and fake-kick him away. He narrows his eyes and smacks my butt. I grab his hand and yank him down into the mess of blankets, his protests cut short with a harsh kiss.
He fights my hands for a second, just long enough to take his own pants off, and then he’s snuggling beside me. I scrunch my nose into his neck, getting a giggle out of him and he slides a cold hand over and around my waist, getting a shiver out of me.
He gives me a soft kiss good night and blows into the shell of my ear. I wriggle and hide myself deeper into his chest.
He laughs and we fall asleep meshed into the other, cramped on the small bed and in our clothes. I sleep better then I have in weeks.
Escape
Mornings are just as painful as ever, the clock always ringing too early but Hyuk’s warmth makes it all better.
The day goes by and everyone notices our change of mood, but more mine then Eunhyuk’s.
Sungmin smiles at me and for a second I am annoyed at how many people are involved in our private lives, but it fades hurriedly as Hyuk’s hand finds mine and squeezes it.
The day flies by and we go out for dinner that night. Drinks are abound but Hyuk sticks to his pop and water. I smile at him because that’s why I love him: hard-headed, soft at heart, happy and lovable.
By the end of the night, I can’t even count to three.
Beauty
I wake up to my man and his wide open drooling mouth. I burst out laughing, scarring the crap out of him and wishing I could have taken pictures. He growls at me and playfully hits my head, telling me that it’s too early to get up.
Eleven minutes later, Teukie bangs on the door and Eunhyuk wakes up, groggy and like a cat that has been rubbed the wrong. He’s a sour-patch all day long and teasing him is worth all the threats in the world.
Truth
Two days later, some scandal breaks out. Eunhyuk has a girlfriend. I laugh and brush it off. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if I hadn’t seen it for myself.
He didn’t need to say it. His eyes, like mine, couldn’t lie.
My heart twists more then painfully, my breath comes up short as he holds my hands and said he was sorry but it was true.
She’s wonderful and pretty, and she reminds me of you but I really like her and… I haven’t given up but… I don’t know anymore.
The words explode in my brain and cut my soul to pieces. I tell him I understand. And I do. That’s probably what hurts the most. I tell him that I still love him. He looks into my eyes and I know he can see the truth there.
He says he loves me too. I’m not sure that what I see in his eyes is the truth. Maybe a fraction of it, a mirror image maybe, but…
The boundaries are being tested and the rules are being bent. I take a bet and tell him that this is probably what is best for him -for us.
He nods and I can feel our conversation of a few days ago coming back to mind before fading away.
“I understand. We are all at the end of the rope sometimes.”
Was this has way of passing on the message? His way of giving up?
I sigh and slink off to my room. I don’t need a public display of emotions. Tears cried in the dark hurt less then when they burn down your cheeks in the sunlight.
Not that I cried.
How We Play
I sit by the window of the dorm and watch the rain fall. Footsteps reach my ears and a shadow comes across me.
I should be getting ready to leave. The rest of the dorm is in a frenzy, as always, with a bunch of boys running around, trying to leave the dorm at a precise time and failing to do so more often then not.
I turn around to Eeteuk to tell him that I’ll go get ready now and that he does not need to pester me anymore. All I see is Eunhyuk, his eyes looking down at me, his mouth open in a silent saying. I am taken aback and the world stops as he smiles at me.
The dorm slowly freezes, wondering if they’ll be picking up the pieces of the aftermath or hugging two brothers, as Eunhyuk and I fall back into our own little world.
“She…” Hyuk starts and stops. “She is just for public appearance. It isn’t real. I’m not supposed to say this but… I’m hurting you. And I hate it.”
He reaches forward and kisses me, in plain view of the entire dorm and the street below. I stiffen and then it clicks.
I kiss him back for all it is worth and all the stares in the world couldn’t have ruined this moment. He pulls away all too quickly and helps me up from the windowsill.
“I love you,” he says simply.
And then I remember: This is all a game.
I smile. It hurts less like that.
How It Rolls
Time comes and times goes. Games are played and are lost. Moments are forgotten and pain fades away.
Where this will go, no one knows. After all, it’s just a game, it’s not real… The things we feel are all in the brain…
-“Hi, we’re EunHae!”-
…right?
Genre: PG -(13?) and some subtle mention of sex...
Like 2550 words.
(This effing lj cut thing better work!)
A/N: I fancy took me and out came the words. Idk.
3, 2, 1, action.
It’s the ins and outs, the tiny moments of silence and the sideways glances that make it so perfect. And so simple.
It’s the bubble of time separated from reality when sitting late at night on the couch or using the other’s shoulder as a hard pillow that make the strings that tie them together bearable.
They know it’s not easy. And even more so to hide it from everyone. They try, very hard. Sometimes it slips but there’s always the clever “couple-thing” as an excuse. There are lies and false smiles and so many swallowed words and halted touches. No body really misses them but no one bends over backwards on them either.
They play the game and hope they follow the rules right. They don’t hope to win. They never have. They hope to make the game last as long as possible even if that’s not always what they think.
Sometime they give up and say to hell with it. Sometimes they fight harder and bet a little more then usual. Sometimes they pass their turn and hope that was the right move.
Sometimes they forget that they are playing a game and that there are boundaries. They ignore the rules and bet more then they have. Sometimes they kiss late at night when they are not alone and are caught by the other members. Sometimes they are loud and they don’t care. Sometimes, they are times when the world doesn’t exist, where there are no rules and there are no judging eyes.
Sometimes, they stop playing and live. It never lasts for long.
Love is tough. And the game they play is rough.
No matter how much the fans love them, it won’t make them real. All they can do is steal tiny moments in time and sew together the lies of a perfect life. It’s a roll of the dice and a blind bet.
That’s how they play. That’s how they roll. “Hi, we’re EunHae!”
A sliver in time
I sighed into his touch and then pulled myself away. We only have thirty minutes to get ready.
“Eunhyuk, Donghae, get up. We’re leaving at 7:30.”
Eeteuk’s foosteps drift away from the other side of the door and then his hand is back at my hip, his lips at my ear.
“Hyuk,” I whisper, “Not now.”
He sighs, nods and gets up. The door closes softly behind him. And that’s all the day is: silence.
Reality
It doesn’t take much. To make the crowd scream.
It doesn’t take much to make him scream too, I muse with a smile as I move away from his free and totally out-of-the-blue hug.
He laughs at something the MC says and pats my arm, avoiding my eyes and saying something to Sungmin in back of me. I continue to smile and sit back down, holding the white board with a bunch of stuff written on it, including a sloppy “EunHae ♥” in the middle, a treat for the fans.
Nothing big. Unless you count the sideways look and narrowed eyes of Hyuk on my hand as I write it down in big letters and then my grin as I add the heart at the end. Eeteuk rolls his eyes and the MC laughs, shoulders shaking. The crowd screams and another EunHae moment is caught on tape.
I look up to Hyuk but he’s doing something else. I can’t really tell since Shindong and Siwon block my view, both bent over some weird looking object, trying to guess what it is.
I smile and look at the MC as he tells a joke that isn’t all the funny. I laugh and let my hand slide down the front of the white board, my fingers scrapping part of the black marker of the heart, marring it.
It’s not subtle, but I don’t care. The fans are concentrated on Sungmin tickling Kyuhyun on the other side of the stage. I snort at them and all their public display of affection.
I don’t really say much for the next few hours we are there filming. Hyuk notices and I pretend to not notice he has. It’s so much easier that way.
We come to the dorm that night, beyond exhausted and fall asleep before any of us can speak and recall any of the days events. We have to get up early again tomorrow and talk is not good for the restless mind.
I have strange dreams that night. Dreams of raging crowds and a crying Hyukjae. Of broken glass and pain. I wake up confused and bewildered. I’m not much more talkative that day too.
Illusions
Hyuk corners me later that day after a particularly long broadcast and takes me aside.
“Are you ok?”
I nod. I don’t want to play the game anymore. I don’t say that but I think it. And somehow, it makes it all the worst.
He frowns and gently puts one hand to my cheek, turning my face towards him. I fight it for a second and then give up. My eyes can’t lie.
“You seem stressed and tired.”
Again I nod. It is the truth after all.
He sighs, something he does often nowadays, and uses his other hand to hold mine.
“What’s wrong?” I shake my head at him, finding it funny how he rephrases the same questions.
“I love you.”
It takes him a few minutes to understand what I said and a few seconds to react to it. I almost cry at how softly he touches me, his lips giving nothing but comfort, his hands warm and strong around my hips.
Too bad the comfort is only physical. I still take it because it’s a hell of a lot better then suffering alone. We leave the room fifteen minutes later. We’re sweaty and a mess and no one says anything. They don’t need to, their eyes say it all.
But that’s ok.
The game is still on and I am still playing.
Dreams
It takes me six hours before I crack and a text him a quick message.
Come. I want to see you.
I wait for him on the couch in the living room. I can see the fear in his eyes. Not deep, gut-wrenching fear, but the quiet kind, the one that could turn into anger at any moment.
We talked earlier today. It was hesitant at first and soft. I was straight-forward and he was reluctant. We talked about us, where this was going. Strangely enough, he seemed to have faith; I didn’t.
It took a total of seven minutes before we were yelling and practically at each others’ throats, insults mean and cutting, thrown around freely and carelessly.
It was a waste of time; He said this wasn’t. I tried to explain it to him; He tried to explain it to me. It ended with him crying silently and me wanting to punch something.
He left a few seconds later with his head held high and said he was sorry.
I cleared my throat and patted the spot beside me. “Please”
He sighs yet again and comes to sit by me. Before I can apologize and make amends, he’s talking and taking me back in the past.
“Hae, remember a few months back, when we fought?”
I wince. It had been more the insults thrown that time. Our roles had been switched: Hyuk wanted to give up and I was fighting so damn hard to keep it all together, life, love and my emotions. It hadn’t been pretty.
“Yes?”
“We got over that didn’t we? It took time, but we did.”
The couch dips and Hyuk leans his head on my shoulder. The smell of his hair intoxicates me and I answer,
“Yes, we did.”
I tilt my head to lay it onto his and he reaches for my hands. My eyes prickle and for a moment a hate myself.
“I’m sorry, Hyukjae, I really am.”
“I understand. We are all at the end of the rope sometimes.” He moves his head away from mine and sits up. “Good night.”
I make a sound and reach for his thigh, wrapping my hands around it and pulling him back to the couch. He laughs when I plead for him not to go, both of us smiling. He rolls his eyes, sighs and gets more comfortable.
I use my hands around his leg to drag my body closer to his and drop my head onto his lap.
“You’re tired,” he breathes, threading his fingers in my hair. “Go to sleep.”
I nod and do just that.
Unconsciousness
The sudden change in latitude wakes me and Hyukjae shushes my words of sleep-riddled confusion
I can tell by the height I am at and the way he holds me that I am being carried on his back. I have no idea how I got there.
I want to laugh at how ridiculous this is and how heavy I must be for his thin frame but he orders me to shut up and go back to sleep. He kisses my forehead and pats my right thigh.
I sigh in his ear, which tickles and makes him squirm. He grunts as he shifts my weight higher to use one of his hands to open the door. He slips inside, the soft ticking of clock floating through the quite reaches my ears.
He wobbles over to his bed and sits down dumping me backwards onto it. I cough and roll over and away from him, blindly searching for the pillow as Hyuk tries to undress me.
“You’re not sleeping with your clothes on.” He hisses and tugs my pants off one leg at a time.
I chuckle and fake-kick him away. He narrows his eyes and smacks my butt. I grab his hand and yank him down into the mess of blankets, his protests cut short with a harsh kiss.
He fights my hands for a second, just long enough to take his own pants off, and then he’s snuggling beside me. I scrunch my nose into his neck, getting a giggle out of him and he slides a cold hand over and around my waist, getting a shiver out of me.
He gives me a soft kiss good night and blows into the shell of my ear. I wriggle and hide myself deeper into his chest.
He laughs and we fall asleep meshed into the other, cramped on the small bed and in our clothes. I sleep better then I have in weeks.
Escape
Mornings are just as painful as ever, the clock always ringing too early but Hyuk’s warmth makes it all better.
The day goes by and everyone notices our change of mood, but more mine then Eunhyuk’s.
Sungmin smiles at me and for a second I am annoyed at how many people are involved in our private lives, but it fades hurriedly as Hyuk’s hand finds mine and squeezes it.
The day flies by and we go out for dinner that night. Drinks are abound but Hyuk sticks to his pop and water. I smile at him because that’s why I love him: hard-headed, soft at heart, happy and lovable.
By the end of the night, I can’t even count to three.
Beauty
I wake up to my man and his wide open drooling mouth. I burst out laughing, scarring the crap out of him and wishing I could have taken pictures. He growls at me and playfully hits my head, telling me that it’s too early to get up.
Eleven minutes later, Teukie bangs on the door and Eunhyuk wakes up, groggy and like a cat that has been rubbed the wrong. He’s a sour-patch all day long and teasing him is worth all the threats in the world.
Truth
Two days later, some scandal breaks out. Eunhyuk has a girlfriend. I laugh and brush it off. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if I hadn’t seen it for myself.
He didn’t need to say it. His eyes, like mine, couldn’t lie.
My heart twists more then painfully, my breath comes up short as he holds my hands and said he was sorry but it was true.
She’s wonderful and pretty, and she reminds me of you but I really like her and… I haven’t given up but… I don’t know anymore.
The words explode in my brain and cut my soul to pieces. I tell him I understand. And I do. That’s probably what hurts the most. I tell him that I still love him. He looks into my eyes and I know he can see the truth there.
He says he loves me too. I’m not sure that what I see in his eyes is the truth. Maybe a fraction of it, a mirror image maybe, but…
The boundaries are being tested and the rules are being bent. I take a bet and tell him that this is probably what is best for him -for us.
He nods and I can feel our conversation of a few days ago coming back to mind before fading away.
“I understand. We are all at the end of the rope sometimes.”
Was this has way of passing on the message? His way of giving up?
I sigh and slink off to my room. I don’t need a public display of emotions. Tears cried in the dark hurt less then when they burn down your cheeks in the sunlight.
Not that I cried.
How We Play
I sit by the window of the dorm and watch the rain fall. Footsteps reach my ears and a shadow comes across me.
I should be getting ready to leave. The rest of the dorm is in a frenzy, as always, with a bunch of boys running around, trying to leave the dorm at a precise time and failing to do so more often then not.
I turn around to Eeteuk to tell him that I’ll go get ready now and that he does not need to pester me anymore. All I see is Eunhyuk, his eyes looking down at me, his mouth open in a silent saying. I am taken aback and the world stops as he smiles at me.
The dorm slowly freezes, wondering if they’ll be picking up the pieces of the aftermath or hugging two brothers, as Eunhyuk and I fall back into our own little world.
“She…” Hyuk starts and stops. “She is just for public appearance. It isn’t real. I’m not supposed to say this but… I’m hurting you. And I hate it.”
He reaches forward and kisses me, in plain view of the entire dorm and the street below. I stiffen and then it clicks.
I kiss him back for all it is worth and all the stares in the world couldn’t have ruined this moment. He pulls away all too quickly and helps me up from the windowsill.
“I love you,” he says simply.
And then I remember: This is all a game.
I smile. It hurts less like that.
How It Rolls
Time comes and times goes. Games are played and are lost. Moments are forgotten and pain fades away.
Where this will go, no one knows. After all, it’s just a game, it’s not real… The things we feel are all in the brain…
-“Hi, we’re EunHae!”-
…right?