super junior, eunhae. five steps to winning another boy’s heart.
five steps to winning another boy’s heart
hyukjae/donghae, pg, 1098 wds
one: buy him food.
“Let’s go get something to eat,” Hyukjae mumbles and shuffles closer to Donghae on the couch, slapping a hand down on the magazine that the other’s reading for emphasis.
Donghae looks up, “Go out?”
Hyukjae simply nods, lips curved slightly upwards.
“I want ice cream,” Donghae decides, tossing the magazine aside.
“We can do ice cream-”
“But you’re paying.”
They end up sharing one of those ridiculously big sundaes. Hyukjae forgets exactly why, because to be completely honest, he’s really not in the mood for something over the top, but Donghae had grinned and pointed excitedly at it, and suddenly Hyukjae had been grabbing out his wallet and giving over entirely too much money for a single ice cream.
Hyukjae folds his legs up under him on the little cold bench outside the ice cream store, as Donghae sets himself down beside him.
“Here, you can have the first spoon ‘cause you paid and all,” Donghae offers, holding out a spoonful for the other, but before Hyukjae can get at it, he pulls it away again and stuffs it in his own mouth, grinning once he’s finally able to swallow it.
By the time they’re about half way, Hyukjae could swear Donghae had said something, but he’d missed it.
“I said thanks. For you know, this. Everything” Donghae repeats, looking up.
Their eyes meet for split second before Donghae snaps his head back down and shovels another spoon of the sundae past his lips. Hyukjae opens his mouth and he knows there’s something he wants to say but his brain and mouth are not working together and he ends up sitting there with his jaw hanging open.
Donghae glances back up, blinking as a “What?” rolls off his tongue.
Hyukjae shakes his head and bites down on his lip a little, leaning back on the bench.
two: give him nice things.
From Hyukjae, is all the note says, if Donghae doesn’t count the, I just thought that, scribbled out before it. He stares at the package sitting on his pillow curiously. The sparkly wrapping and ribbon might be a bit of overkill, because he’s fairly sure it’s not his birthday or Christmas or anything else that warrants a gift. He shrugs and pulls on the wrapping until it slips away and holds up the shirt inside. It’s a kind of green that’s somewhere in between too bright and not bright enough, and is pretty much perfect. Not that he has any reason to be receiving it still.
Hyukjae can’t stop laughing at himself. He can’t even think why he did it, and why he’s so nervous about it now. It’s done, he tells himself, stop worrying, but he’s still jumpy anyway and god how he hopes Donghae likes it and doesn’t call him an idiot for doing something like that.
They meet up later and Hyukjae can’t help but notice that Donghae is wearing the shirt. He doesn’t say anything though, because really, anything he could say would be stating the obvious, and he doesn’t want to do that. Donghae doesn’t say anything either and just goes on as usual, but maybe, just maybe his casual touches to Hyukjae’s arm, shoulder, linger slightly longer, and Hyukjae’s stomach clearly isn’t fluttering uneasily, because that would be weird between friends.
three: dedicate songs to him.
They’re sitting at lunch with the radio blasting in the background when Hyukjae’s ears perk up. “And this one’s for Donghae, with love from Eunhyuk,” the announcer says awkwardly as he introduces the next song, which turns out to be a sappy love song. Naturally. The group have a good laugh at it, talk of crazy fans filling the air, and Hyukjae sneaks a glance over at Donghae out of curiosity. He’s laughing his head off as well, and Hyukjae thinks that it’s probably a good thing.
He also thinks that if the others knew he actually did request it that would be incredibly embarrassing.
Then the lady singing breaks into a high-pitched part that almost resembles screaming and Hyukjae pauses for a second - was this always there? And why did he pick this song again? But when he looks back at Donghae again and he’s smiling even wider (if that’s even humanly possible), Hyukjae is really glad he did because his heart flips and it’s definitely a good thing, and he finds himself really enjoying this feeling.
four: speak to him.
Hyukjae can’t even think where to start. He knows there is so much he wants to say, but he’s sure if he even tries a single thing it will come out sounding wrong. Still, he waits until the others are (sort of) gone and pulls Donghae aside, “I want to tell you something, come with me a second,” and he’s trying ever so hard to sound casual, really he is.
Once Hyukjae thinks the others are out of earshot he stops, but doesn’t let Donghae’s arm drop from his grip (firstly because he doesn’t realise, and then because he doesn’t want to).
It takes him a minute to realise his voice has pretty much abandoned him again, and he wills Donghae to just bear with him a little longer. “Um,” he starts lamely, because he still hasn’t thought this through; why did he not think this through? “I,” he says loudly when Donghae looks like he’s about to speak, “I like you.”
Donghae drops the magazine on the floor dramatically, laughing at Hyukjae’s startled expression. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he snorts, picking it back up again and hitting the other playfully on the shoulder. He’s about to continue when his name is called and he frowns, “I’ll talk to you later okay?” and disappears.
five: steal borrow his lips.
Hyukjae is completely aware that his lips are pressed to Donghae’s, though he can’t completely remember how he got here. He thinks maybe he should do something about it, and maybe well, soon, but he has no idea what. Pull away? He’s sure he got them here anyway, and wouldn’t that just be weird of him? Or is it weirder that he isn’t pulling away?
But suddenly Donghae’s arm slips around his neck and he forgets everything and just concentrates on wow, this is nice.
When they finally pull apart, Hyukjae can feel the flush across his cheeks, a comfortable kind of warm, and suddenly his head slips back into why, why, why again. But then he realises nothing ever really makes sense with Donghae, and maybe it doesn’t have to; maybe there is no why, there just is.