[Fanfic] Of flights, raybans and Leehyukjae ('s voice)
Title: Of flights, raybans and Leehyukjae ('s voice)
Pairing: Haehyuk, Slight Junghae (Junghoon/Donghae)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Romance, Slight crack.
Length: One-shot, 1,969 words.
Summary: Donghae boards planes with this particular criteria.
Dedicated to: edacityy
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I am Lee Hyukjae, the captain of this plane. Welcome aboard to Korean flight KE1504, servicing from Seoul, Korea to Tokyo, Japan. I wonder what feelings our passengers are bearing now. Hmm, excited? Elated? Burdened? Ah, come to think of it I used to feel burdened whenever I board the plane when I was young. Oh but, no worries! I’m not feeling burdened now so don’t be afraid.” The captain paused, not knowing that he’d cracked the passengers up in the cabins. “I can give my passengers aboard a suggestion - pick up the headphones before you and tune in to folder number five, track seven. But don’t do it now, because I’m still giving out my speech.” He laughed. “The weather in Tokyo now is a little bit damp. It’s raining there but no worries, I’m sure my passengers will be facing a bright warm sun when they have arrived, right? Have a nice day and once again, welcome aboard!”
The plane forwarded steadily in the air, in between the clouds, together with a group of birds. In the first-class cabin stood a brunette with a relatively captivating thick, chestnut-coloured hair with a pair of striking red Raybans covering his exactly-the-same-colour-eyes. He gave off a satisfied smile and took a quick glimpse at the speaker diagonally above him. He then widened his smile after going through a few thoughts again. Beside the brunette had a black-haired, considered well-dressed man seated with him. He cupped his chin with his right hand and his right elbow pressing on the well-cushioned arm-rest. As for his left hand, his fingers were tapping non-stop on the other arm-rest - seemingly getting slightly annoyed.
In the meanwhile almost everybody in the cabin was discussing about the brunette’s presence. Mumblings and whispers filled up the cabin and they were mostly about this particular man who acted in this particular drama recently, this particular man who had his album fixed on the first place in the national chart, this particular man who seized two of the major awards in a foreign country, this particular man who was featured in the recent magazines and others more or less related to the showbiz-sphere. Yes, this particular man was this brunette sitting right here in the first-class cabin of flight KE1504. He’s flying to Tokyo for a photo shoot, and he deliberately chose this plane to board even though this flight didn’t really compromise much to his schedule, he wanted to board this plane - he needed to.
“Hyung,” The brunette slapped the elder’s shoulder lightly. “This track is really good.” He pressed the headphones - as if that would help him in the absorbing of the essence of the song - against his ears.
“Donghae, just so you know that we will definitely be late for the shooting.” The latter sighed. The tapping of his fingertips stopped. “The photographers and the crews are topnotch. You’re going to tarnish your image as a top star.”
“Junghoon-hyunggggg,” Donghae placed the headphones back to its rightful place. “I thought you know me well - don’t you know that my craving for his voice is massive enough to make me go all cranky and moody if I don’t have them fulfilled? I will really tarnish the whole Korean showbiz image if I don’t board this plane.”
Junghoon snorted.
“You don’t understand.” Donghae laid back and sighed but immediately straightened his back when he heard the signal that somebody was going to talk through the speaker again.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. It’s me, your captain, Lee Hyukjae again. We are reaching Tokyo in less than an hour and the weather is apparently optimistic there right now. I’m sure most of you will give off the same vibe as the weather there too. Before our plane lands, order a glass of strawberry milk from our gracefully beautiful air-stewardess to sweeten your mood a little more. Cheers!”
Junghoon found Donghae smiling idiotically to himself again. Without anyone mentioning a single word, Junghoon called for the air-stewardess and ordered two glasses of strawberry milk.
“Here, drink this and wipe off that silly smile of yours at this instant.” Junghoon shoved the glass of light-pink liquid to the younger. “Stop embarrassing yourself in the public.”
Donghae shone another smile at Junghoon before he received yet another mock-filled-snort from the elder again.
The plane landed safely and the two shiny creatures were making their way out.
“Always look at where you are walking, Lee Donghae.” Junghoon voiced out that sentence with a monotone, face dead-panned.
“Hyung, why is it that I’ve been boarding the planes he fly for the past few years but I still couldn’t get to see how he looks like?”
“The hell would I know…” Junghoon collected their luggage and they continued to move on with a quick pace. Donghae was still keeping his eyes busy, scanning around the airport.
“What kind of face do you think he’d possess?”
Junghoon convinced himself that he should keep his opinions inside his heart.
“Since his voice sounds so angelic… and soothing… and sweet… and a little feminine… and… sexy…” The elder threw the latter a hard slap on his back and prompted him that he should seriously get going and the premonition of this upcoming photo shoot will be so screwed is starting to grow in Junghoon’s intuition.
Donghae and Junghoon then finally made their first step outside the airport; Donghae was still looking back from time to time and it was as if that Donghae had this strong urge to leave his soul here and might as well just ask Junghoon to replace him as the model.
-
Back in the hotel after the shoot - Junghoon evidently looking psychologically and physically drained out while Donghae evidently looking oblivious about everything around him, keeping himself busy with his laptop and his chips (and the packet of strawberry milk - which he politely asked sternly ordered Junghoon to buy it).
The day was hectic enough for the elder to reciprocate whatever that’s going to happen in the night. Donghae, after clicking on the mouse several times, called out Junghoon nonchalantly for the nth time of the day.
“Hyung! Hurry and pack now!”
“What? Please do not say that again?” Junghoon tried to hide himself under the blanket.
“Pack now. We will be boarding this flight that’s departing at 04:05AM.”
“You can’t possibly buy the tickets.”
“Well, we will just have to take the economy-class.”
Junghoon very much wanted to cuss.
“What are you doing on the bed? Get your ass moving!”
Junghoon cussed - deep inside his heart. Junghoon murdered Donghae - in a certain room in his brain that’s responsible for his imaginations.
-
“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen. I’m your captain - Lee Hyukjae. I bet everyone is sleepy right now so I shall not keep my speech as a ten-year-recount. It’s cloudy in Seoul now and it might rain anytime. Do remember to purchase an umbrella before stepping out. Well, for passengers who are going to sleep, sweet dreams!”
Donghae was slightly disappointed at the length of the speech. He wanted to whine but just when he had realised, his manager had fallen asleep way too long before.
The plane landed after the sun rose. Donghae slipped on his Raybans and put on his cap, trying to look as suave as he could so as to hide the sleepless night he had. When he was about to take the last step down the stairs, somebody from behind knocked onto him and his favourite Raybans dropped onto the floor. Not only that, somebody (accidentally) stepped on it had successfully added more angst into this tragic situation.
Donghae cursed the person who pushed him five times, and the person who stepped his precious twice as much.
“Ah, sorry.” The both of them had their eyes met after Donghae slowly made his way down to collect the fragments of his darling.
Donghae found himself dumbstruck next. He thought that maybe it was a heaven’s will for the shades to fall off because he just had to perceive this perfection with his naked eyes right now. Although for a second he thought that it could be a shame for him as a top star but hell, he needed to absorb everything with his eyes; he was too busy looking every single inch of this redheaded beauty in a pilot uniform.
“Lee… Hyukjae?”
“Ah! You’re Lee Donghae!” The crimson responded. “Amazing!” He exclaimed, apparently forgotten that he’d just damaged somebody’s possession by stepping on it.
“You’re Lee Hyu-”
“Ah, your sunglasses!” Before Donghae could remove one of his doubts, the redhead interrupted.
“It’s al-”
“I’ll pay you.” The brunette was then being pulled to the pilot’s resting area.
Meanwhile, Junghoon yawned while waiting for his artiste with their luggage.
-
Donghae pressurised his eyes to see the three tiny words written in hangul on the tag drilled and screwed to the door of the pilot’s locket as he was sitting quite a distance away from it. He still couldn’t be sure that this angel who stood before him was his real angel.
“Uh, sorry you don’t mind if I change here now right?”
Donghae shook his head, showing a little bit of hesitant.
The pilot unbuttoned his uniform; the denuding process suddenly became slow-motioned in Donghae’s eyes. Donghae gulped - not once, not twice, but thrice consecutively. Just why did he say that he didn’t mind? He’s minding more than he needed now.
After the latter changed his form from a pilot to a normal man, he grabbed his bag and sat on the next couch near Donghae. Donghae inhaled as silently as he could.
“How much do I need to compensate?”
“Uh, that is… Wait before that, are you-”
“Is 350000 won enough?”
“No, wait-”
“Not enough?”
“No, just-”
“How much more then? I don’t have much cash with me right now.”
“Okay, wait-”
“Okay, you wait here I’ll go withdraw some money.”
“NO YOU WAIT.” Donghae snapped, weak pants were visible from the way he yelled. Donghae tried to compose himself. “Wait here, don’t move an inch.” He warned the redhead, before he actually stood up and walked towards his locket.
Donghae had himself weak-kneed after he was able to comprehend the three tiny words in hangul - his butt landing on the ground and his arms hiding his face. Facing down, he laughed and he looked up to see the bewildered redhead again. Or rather, Lee Hyukjae.
“That shades is a limited edition. You can’t replace it with any amount you can come out with. Besides, it’s the only shades that I regard it as shades. It has a great significance to me. You can’t just put it off with monetary compensation.” Donghae was already a few inches away from Hyukjae; still getting closer. When their noses are about to contact, Hyukjae turned away.
“W-what should I do… then?” Hyukjae forced himself to smile so as to assure the other party that he wasn’t that so much of affected by his previous action.
“Do you know why artistes wear shades?”
Hyukjae failed to respond in time.
“Well, being cool might be part of the reason.” Donghae thought for a second. “They wear shades to hide.”
“Hide?”
“Well, at least for me, that shades hid my feelings ever since a few years back.”
“Feelings?”
“But now I don’t think I need it because I’m not planning to hide them anymore.”
Hyukjae was still semi-tongue-tied but no worries, Donghae would bring him to the next whole new level of his story and in the near future this redhead who got a top star fell for him would more or less get hold of the bigger picture.
Meanwhile, Junghoon was still waiting for his dongsaeng with their luggage; but this time, he was sitting on the bench, sleeping.
A/n: Omg this is too senseless I will write another one for you bb ;o; Merry christmas! :D Oh and Idk and Idc about other brands but raybans is forever priceless and irreplaceable in mai hart. ;; Comments are very much appreciated! (More /shitty/ xmas fics to come~ I've got one for all of my readers but I'm afraid that I won't make it on time ;n;)
Pairing: Haehyuk, Slight Junghae (Junghoon/Donghae)
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Romance, Slight crack.
Length: One-shot, 1,969 words.
Summary: Donghae boards planes with this particular criteria.
Dedicated to: edacityy
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I am Lee Hyukjae, the captain of this plane. Welcome aboard to Korean flight KE1504, servicing from Seoul, Korea to Tokyo, Japan. I wonder what feelings our passengers are bearing now. Hmm, excited? Elated? Burdened? Ah, come to think of it I used to feel burdened whenever I board the plane when I was young. Oh but, no worries! I’m not feeling burdened now so don’t be afraid.” The captain paused, not knowing that he’d cracked the passengers up in the cabins. “I can give my passengers aboard a suggestion - pick up the headphones before you and tune in to folder number five, track seven. But don’t do it now, because I’m still giving out my speech.” He laughed. “The weather in Tokyo now is a little bit damp. It’s raining there but no worries, I’m sure my passengers will be facing a bright warm sun when they have arrived, right? Have a nice day and once again, welcome aboard!”
The plane forwarded steadily in the air, in between the clouds, together with a group of birds. In the first-class cabin stood a brunette with a relatively captivating thick, chestnut-coloured hair with a pair of striking red Raybans covering his exactly-the-same-colour-eyes. He gave off a satisfied smile and took a quick glimpse at the speaker diagonally above him. He then widened his smile after going through a few thoughts again. Beside the brunette had a black-haired, considered well-dressed man seated with him. He cupped his chin with his right hand and his right elbow pressing on the well-cushioned arm-rest. As for his left hand, his fingers were tapping non-stop on the other arm-rest - seemingly getting slightly annoyed.
In the meanwhile almost everybody in the cabin was discussing about the brunette’s presence. Mumblings and whispers filled up the cabin and they were mostly about this particular man who acted in this particular drama recently, this particular man who had his album fixed on the first place in the national chart, this particular man who seized two of the major awards in a foreign country, this particular man who was featured in the recent magazines and others more or less related to the showbiz-sphere. Yes, this particular man was this brunette sitting right here in the first-class cabin of flight KE1504. He’s flying to Tokyo for a photo shoot, and he deliberately chose this plane to board even though this flight didn’t really compromise much to his schedule, he wanted to board this plane - he needed to.
“Hyung,” The brunette slapped the elder’s shoulder lightly. “This track is really good.” He pressed the headphones - as if that would help him in the absorbing of the essence of the song - against his ears.
“Donghae, just so you know that we will definitely be late for the shooting.” The latter sighed. The tapping of his fingertips stopped. “The photographers and the crews are topnotch. You’re going to tarnish your image as a top star.”
“Junghoon-hyunggggg,” Donghae placed the headphones back to its rightful place. “I thought you know me well - don’t you know that my craving for his voice is massive enough to make me go all cranky and moody if I don’t have them fulfilled? I will really tarnish the whole Korean showbiz image if I don’t board this plane.”
Junghoon snorted.
“You don’t understand.” Donghae laid back and sighed but immediately straightened his back when he heard the signal that somebody was going to talk through the speaker again.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. It’s me, your captain, Lee Hyukjae again. We are reaching Tokyo in less than an hour and the weather is apparently optimistic there right now. I’m sure most of you will give off the same vibe as the weather there too. Before our plane lands, order a glass of strawberry milk from our gracefully beautiful air-stewardess to sweeten your mood a little more. Cheers!”
Junghoon found Donghae smiling idiotically to himself again. Without anyone mentioning a single word, Junghoon called for the air-stewardess and ordered two glasses of strawberry milk.
“Here, drink this and wipe off that silly smile of yours at this instant.” Junghoon shoved the glass of light-pink liquid to the younger. “Stop embarrassing yourself in the public.”
Donghae shone another smile at Junghoon before he received yet another mock-filled-snort from the elder again.
The plane landed safely and the two shiny creatures were making their way out.
“Always look at where you are walking, Lee Donghae.” Junghoon voiced out that sentence with a monotone, face dead-panned.
“Hyung, why is it that I’ve been boarding the planes he fly for the past few years but I still couldn’t get to see how he looks like?”
“The hell would I know…” Junghoon collected their luggage and they continued to move on with a quick pace. Donghae was still keeping his eyes busy, scanning around the airport.
“What kind of face do you think he’d possess?”
Junghoon convinced himself that he should keep his opinions inside his heart.
“Since his voice sounds so angelic… and soothing… and sweet… and a little feminine… and… sexy…” The elder threw the latter a hard slap on his back and prompted him that he should seriously get going and the premonition of this upcoming photo shoot will be so screwed is starting to grow in Junghoon’s intuition.
Donghae and Junghoon then finally made their first step outside the airport; Donghae was still looking back from time to time and it was as if that Donghae had this strong urge to leave his soul here and might as well just ask Junghoon to replace him as the model.
-
Back in the hotel after the shoot - Junghoon evidently looking psychologically and physically drained out while Donghae evidently looking oblivious about everything around him, keeping himself busy with his laptop and his chips (and the packet of strawberry milk - which he politely asked sternly ordered Junghoon to buy it).
The day was hectic enough for the elder to reciprocate whatever that’s going to happen in the night. Donghae, after clicking on the mouse several times, called out Junghoon nonchalantly for the nth time of the day.
“Hyung! Hurry and pack now!”
“What? Please do not say that again?” Junghoon tried to hide himself under the blanket.
“Pack now. We will be boarding this flight that’s departing at 04:05AM.”
“You can’t possibly buy the tickets.”
“Well, we will just have to take the economy-class.”
Junghoon very much wanted to cuss.
“What are you doing on the bed? Get your ass moving!”
Junghoon cussed - deep inside his heart. Junghoon murdered Donghae - in a certain room in his brain that’s responsible for his imaginations.
-
“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen. I’m your captain - Lee Hyukjae. I bet everyone is sleepy right now so I shall not keep my speech as a ten-year-recount. It’s cloudy in Seoul now and it might rain anytime. Do remember to purchase an umbrella before stepping out. Well, for passengers who are going to sleep, sweet dreams!”
Donghae was slightly disappointed at the length of the speech. He wanted to whine but just when he had realised, his manager had fallen asleep way too long before.
The plane landed after the sun rose. Donghae slipped on his Raybans and put on his cap, trying to look as suave as he could so as to hide the sleepless night he had. When he was about to take the last step down the stairs, somebody from behind knocked onto him and his favourite Raybans dropped onto the floor. Not only that, somebody (accidentally) stepped on it had successfully added more angst into this tragic situation.
Donghae cursed the person who pushed him five times, and the person who stepped his precious twice as much.
“Ah, sorry.” The both of them had their eyes met after Donghae slowly made his way down to collect the fragments of his darling.
Donghae found himself dumbstruck next. He thought that maybe it was a heaven’s will for the shades to fall off because he just had to perceive this perfection with his naked eyes right now. Although for a second he thought that it could be a shame for him as a top star but hell, he needed to absorb everything with his eyes; he was too busy looking every single inch of this redheaded beauty in a pilot uniform.
“Lee… Hyukjae?”
“Ah! You’re Lee Donghae!” The crimson responded. “Amazing!” He exclaimed, apparently forgotten that he’d just damaged somebody’s possession by stepping on it.
“You’re Lee Hyu-”
“Ah, your sunglasses!” Before Donghae could remove one of his doubts, the redhead interrupted.
“It’s al-”
“I’ll pay you.” The brunette was then being pulled to the pilot’s resting area.
Meanwhile, Junghoon yawned while waiting for his artiste with their luggage.
-
Donghae pressurised his eyes to see the three tiny words written in hangul on the tag drilled and screwed to the door of the pilot’s locket as he was sitting quite a distance away from it. He still couldn’t be sure that this angel who stood before him was his real angel.
“Uh, sorry you don’t mind if I change here now right?”
Donghae shook his head, showing a little bit of hesitant.
The pilot unbuttoned his uniform; the denuding process suddenly became slow-motioned in Donghae’s eyes. Donghae gulped - not once, not twice, but thrice consecutively. Just why did he say that he didn’t mind? He’s minding more than he needed now.
After the latter changed his form from a pilot to a normal man, he grabbed his bag and sat on the next couch near Donghae. Donghae inhaled as silently as he could.
“How much do I need to compensate?”
“Uh, that is… Wait before that, are you-”
“Is 350000 won enough?”
“No, wait-”
“Not enough?”
“No, just-”
“How much more then? I don’t have much cash with me right now.”
“Okay, wait-”
“Okay, you wait here I’ll go withdraw some money.”
“NO YOU WAIT.” Donghae snapped, weak pants were visible from the way he yelled. Donghae tried to compose himself. “Wait here, don’t move an inch.” He warned the redhead, before he actually stood up and walked towards his locket.
Donghae had himself weak-kneed after he was able to comprehend the three tiny words in hangul - his butt landing on the ground and his arms hiding his face. Facing down, he laughed and he looked up to see the bewildered redhead again. Or rather, Lee Hyukjae.
“That shades is a limited edition. You can’t replace it with any amount you can come out with. Besides, it’s the only shades that I regard it as shades. It has a great significance to me. You can’t just put it off with monetary compensation.” Donghae was already a few inches away from Hyukjae; still getting closer. When their noses are about to contact, Hyukjae turned away.
“W-what should I do… then?” Hyukjae forced himself to smile so as to assure the other party that he wasn’t that so much of affected by his previous action.
“Do you know why artistes wear shades?”
Hyukjae failed to respond in time.
“Well, being cool might be part of the reason.” Donghae thought for a second. “They wear shades to hide.”
“Hide?”
“Well, at least for me, that shades hid my feelings ever since a few years back.”
“Feelings?”
“But now I don’t think I need it because I’m not planning to hide them anymore.”
Hyukjae was still semi-tongue-tied but no worries, Donghae would bring him to the next whole new level of his story and in the near future this redhead who got a top star fell for him would more or less get hold of the bigger picture.
Meanwhile, Junghoon was still waiting for his dongsaeng with their luggage; but this time, he was sitting on the bench, sleeping.
A/n: Omg this is too senseless I will write another one for you bb ;o; Merry christmas! :D Oh and Idk and Idc about other brands but raybans is forever priceless and irreplaceable in mai hart. ;; Comments are very much appreciated! (More /shitty/ xmas fics to come~ I've got one for all of my readers but I'm afraid that I won't make it on time ;n;)