[Mini-series] Belonged : Beloved (3/5)
Belonged : Beloved [3/5] | Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Donghae, Hyukjae(Eunhyuk), Jongwoon(Yesung), Ryeowook, Siwon | Chaptered, angst, romance | NC-17 (for this part)
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“The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be whom we want them to be - and when they're not, we cry.” - Anon.
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‘I’m sorry, Hyukjae. I need some time to re-think about us.’
Lee Donghae was a petty man; that was a common sense. He cried a lot, and made fuss over simple things. He laughed at things that people would only probably take a glance once, and tried hard to make small things memorable to everyone. And he hated it when he was not accessible to things that he supposed to know about people dear to him. Hyukjae knew all that, yet why - why, he wondered - that he would take such decision to tell everyone the real thing when Donghae still wasn’t informed about it?
‘You didn't tell me everything, Hyukjae. Important things that should not be hidden from me. Now how can I believe that that was all that you kept away from my nose? How should I suppose to know whether you are being honest with me?’
Hyukjae sighed, and palmed his face. There were children laughing from the playing ground a few storeys beneath him. There was the sound of a rusty old guitar being picked by the lanky student, who just moved in into the house next to him, and the fat cat that Donghae used to feed before the kid in the house next two doors from theirs took it as a pet was meowing; maybe the kid forgot to feed it for today. He never heard all of these noises around him, even though he was clear enough of what maybe the sources of them. Was it because Donghae alone was enough to make the apartment clamorous of laughter and silly jokes or failed imitations of animal sounds?
When they were home last night, Donghae was different. He hated it when he saw this side of Donghae. This was not the Donghae he fell in love with. This Donghae was as serious as hell. He spoke things that Hyukjae wanted to avoid the most. He talked about matters; matters that made a man into a grown up man. He never thought Donghae would be the one who put him back into the miseries that these things brought along, when Donghae was the sole reason why he was being all selfish yet guilty all the time for letting all the responsibilities to grew and ripen on Sungmin’s shoulders.
‘Tell me Hyukjae; am I wrong if I even doubt your love for me after this?’
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Cho Kyuhyun wasn't really a ladies’ man, but he was dating quite a handful of women since their university years, so Donghae wouldn’t be surprised if he found an estrange companion of his best friend when he entered Kyuhyun’s place at 4 in the morning after a night of lonely heart-mending at the edge of every bars he could find. No no he wouldn’t be surprised at all.
Oh but this time he did. As a matter of fact he was too surprised to even talk when the first thing he saw after he pushed (kicked) open the front door at the tenth doorbell was-a bottom naked, supposed-to-be-dead, moaning while staggeringly standing, leaning against the wall-Lee Sungmin being given a hand job by his very own best friend who had been mocking at his homosexuality since the first day he told him that the kisses he shared with Hyukjae was beyond brotherly love.
He slammed the door behind him with a wide mouth on his face when Sungmin punched Kyuhyun’s shoulder lightly before pushing the latter away from his body and ran towards their(?) bedroom to grab a pants. Kyuhyun smiled sheepishly like a young teenager who had just learned that he was a fucking gay and was proud of it when Donghae grabbed his neck and literally threw him over the couches with an extremely furious face.
“Explain.”
“That’s Lee Sungmin, Lee Hyukjae’s brother.” He rubbed Kyuhyun’s face as if he was solidifying a mixture of water and flour to make some bread, and Kyuhyun figured that his explanation didn't answer Donghae’s demand.
“He’s not dead. No no. He’s alive, but he’s dead.” Donghae stopped rubbing and started pinching the pimple-scarred face while contorting his own face without realising it.
“Fucking playing with me? That ain’t helping anything, Mr. Big Shot so you better spill out all shits!” Kyuhyun never knew Donghae was able to bite someone when he was angry (he thought that only existed in anime to make the chibi characters looked cute) but he got to see that so early in the morning he felt like he was being blessed by god on something that he had never been asking to be blessed upon. Not about Donghae and his traces of teeth on his skin, at least.
“That-!!” Sungmin bolted out from the bedroom, hastily tying up the white sash around the pants before jumped next to the wrestling boys and disconnected Donghae’s teeth from Kyuhyun’s left arm, and Kyuhyun’s from Donghae’s right arm (apparently Kyuhyun too just figured that he got the impulse to do the same as his enemy in desperate situations).
“-what Kyuhyun said was the truth. I am alive, Donghae.” Donghae panted, and looked as if he just saw a ghost, except this ghost had just told him that he wasn't actually a ghost after all.
“Oh come on! Stop fucking with me, Lee Sungmin! You’re dead, okay so stick with being dead! Haven’t you Lee brothers’ messes up people’s life with all the drama enough??” Sungmin sat down silently next to Kyuhyun and quietly reached for his free hand; some love was needed right now. It was reciprocated.
Donghae hiccupped; must be the last few glasses in the Pink bar only three blocks away from Kyuhyun’s place. His head felt heavy all of a sudden, and he crushed his bottom hard onto the mould-coloured cashmere rug before he saw little cherubic; fluttery wings, curly thick hairs orbiting his head.
“Angels’ mocking me for being moronic,” he said, before dozed off to sleep. Kyuhyun could only sigh when Sungmin looked at him with puzzled eyes.
“That means he just had a bad fight with your beloved brat.”
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Donghae stared stared stared without a word spoken when Sungmin came and sat next to him; a water-filled basin and a few small clean clothes were in his hands. “Uhmm, Kyuhyun said you caught a cold, and he went to buy you some cold medicine,” he explained, and dipped one of the clothes into the warm water before prompted to put it onto Donghae’s forehead, but the sick man subtly moved his head away.
“I’m just fine, thank you.” Sungmin smiled awkwardly, before twisting the cloth in his hands and hung it at the circle side of the basin. He lost his planned words in his head, and so did Donghae, apparently. The silence felt as if it was mocking them for being such losers.
“You’re still mad, aren’t you?”
“Tell me a reason why I mustn’t be.”
Sungmin slid down onto the rug, next to the couch where Donghae was lying, and hugged his own knees; pouting. Donghae saw the pout from under the blanket that covered half his face and wondered if the cuteness was a trait of the Lee’s family (because Hyukjae always made his heart stopped beating whenever he did that), and if it was the sole reason why Kyuhyun finally turned on by a man after years living as a straight guy (because Kyuhyun was weird like that).
“Uhmm. Our family matter doesn't concern you, or does it?” he should admit that despite he looked a tad fragile in this situation; being a living dead and suddenly was in a relationship with the big shot attorney Cho Kyuhyun (or the smart ass old man; you decide), Lee Sungmin hadn't lose his remarkable insensitiveness towards people’s feeling, yet.
“Oh hell it does. It does, Lee Sungmin, because I’ve been staying by his side for more than ten years, accepting him by who he is; who he claimed he is and only now, fuck him; only now that I know everything about him that I’m supposed to know long ago!” he wasn't really sure when did he sit up from his pillow and fisted his thick comforter, eyes felt stinging from the halted tears of anger and disappointment.
“Then, ever thought of why he did that? Why he hid himself in the first place?”
Donghae felt as if his head was being forcefully pushed from the top to sink inside his neck; heavy, extremely heavy and painful. He guessed it was because of the fever; he wanted to guess nothing other than the fever. Yes yes it was the fever. But did fever usually involve heart pain?
“You... never did, do you?”
Donghae didn't answer; nor nodded or shook his head. Sungmin sighed, and rested his head onto the coffee table in front of them; hands bedding his flawless chin. “Hyukjae thought of you as his life, that’s why I couldn’t let him be ruled by our family’s tradition. He told me that he’ll be fine even if I didn't do that, but I couldn’t let him be sad. But you, of all people, doubt him. ” he remembered his own reason for avoiding Sungmin since their first grade. It was because of this tone; the tone he was using right now. It was calm, it was smooth, it was filled with charms, yet it was deadly and painfully pungent. The kind of tone that only Kyuhyun would be able to imitate for the advantage of his profession.
“You’re a disappointment. I could never understand why Hyukjae loves you so much.”
“Not interested for a lecture. I’m gonna sleep.” lying back onto the couch, he lied. No one could ever fall asleep when someone had poured the powerful vinegar onto his self-bitten wound. He refused to listen to any of Sungmin’s upcoming words, because he knew Sungmin would be right about everything. Sungmin would be right about how he had taken Hyukjae for granted for all the love that he had for him.
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“Donghae... let’s, let’s kiss.” He wasn't really sure of how wide his eyes had grown, but Donghae couldn’t really find any other way to react to the request made by the fidgeting teenager in front of him. He wasn't able to say anything, so he stared stared stared at Hyukjae-was it because of the falling brown leaves of autumn that fell around them in the small park inside the school, or was it the reddish evening sky with the lazy sunshine that made Hyukjae’s brown hair looked as if it was shining, and his flushing face looked unbearably adorable that Donghae wanted to fold him into a small piece of Hyukjae, and put him safely in the pocket?
“Are you drunk? You know we’re not supposed to have liquor before we reached eighteen, don't you?”
He shrugged the first request and continued to stay flat on the dry grass with Hyukjae hugging his knees next to him. “I’m not drunk,” Hyukjae mumbled, and pouted. Donghae secretly opened one of his eyes, and peeked.
It’s not like he never thought of asking Hyukjae for the same thing. Oh hell he guessed he actually did the most. He wanted to brush those bangs off Hyukjae’s flawless forehead lovingly, crawling his hands and fingers around the slim waist and tickle them lightly, listening to Hyukjae’s giggles about being ticklish and sniff the scent that Hyukjae always emitted from the mixture of his colognes and perfumes. He wished that he could not only touch those thin lips and smooth cheeks while Hyukjae wasn't aware of it; not just while Hyukjae was asleep.
“Don't pout or I’ll cut those lips away. Come, get down here.” He patted the flattened dry grass by his side, inviting Hyukjae to lie down next to him. Obediently, his friend nodded and did as he told him to. He then put one arm across Hyukjae’s chest when the latter was busy counting the buds of clouds that were now being accompanied by the faint glitters of the stars and the night sky. Hyukjae flinched, and tried to push his arm away but Donghae pressed his arm harder and that made Hyukjae understood; he wanted him to stay.
“You know we’re friends, right?” Hyukjae nodded, eyes still counting the clouds. Donghae chuckled because Hyukjae wasn't aware that he was actually staring at him. “You know we’re the very bestest, closest friends on the earth, right?” Hyukjae nodded again, and closed his eyes. He sighed, and Donghae thought he could see a glint of disappointment in Hyukjae’s face, even though the day was getting darker.
“Fine. I won't ask you for a kiss ever again,” he proposed, embarrassed and a tad frustrated. Donghae laughed and his hand crawled into Hyukjae’s open palm, and entwined their fingers perfectly, as if the empty spaces between the fingers and the connected limbs of their body were originally created only for each other. Hyukjae gasped, and cocked his head towards the side where Donghae was staring at him; smiling.
“It’s not because of that.”
“Then what?”
Donghae pulled his self closer to Hyukjae’s; his nose almost reached the latter’s temple. Hyukjae appeared as if his heart was about to burst; face reddened and breathings went out of pacing.
“If we kissed, then we’re no longer friends; we’ll be beyond that. And we won't be able to reverse anything back to its place. Will that be okay to you?” he asked, and buried his nose into the dishevelled hair of Hyukjae’s. The latter wasn't answering, but he gripped his forearm tight; tightly enough to tell Donghae the answer. He could feel Hyukjae’s long eyelashes brushed against his neck when he blinked and nodded, and whispered something that Donghae knew very well what it was without the need of asking Hyukjae about it again.
Later, after they climbed the back gate of the school (because they were chased by the night guard for trespassing the school ground at night); Donghae leaned; facing Hyukjae against the lamp post about five metres away from the gate, and they had their first kiss under the flickering amber light.
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It was 12 o’clock in the noon when Kyuhyun finally came home and brought Donghae’s medicine together with him. Sungmin opened the door and smiled when he saw his-hard to believe he got him now-boyfriend panting and sweating as if he just finished a 200km run around Seoul. “It was hot, wasn't it?” he asked dumbly as he took the small plastic bag from Kyuhyun’s hand and led Kyuhyun who was now hooking his arms onto his shoulders from the back into the kitchen. Like a puppy trying to learn how to walk with two of its back feet, Kyuhyun kissed his neck and followed Sungmin while whining at how Donghae was making their ‘honeymoon’ difficult.
“Don't say that,” Sungmin scolded him; sternly but softly enough that made Kyuhyun silent like a good boy. Sungmin could hear his breathing began to flow smoothly as the warm air hushed his ear and part of his nape. Kyuhyun wasn't retorting, yet he hooked his chin onto Sungmin’s left shoulder. His arms moved from Sungmin’s shoulders to his forearms, caressing them up and down, down and up, as slowly, as gently and as lovingly that it made Sungmin felt a tad sorry for himself of not trying hard enough or earlier enough to have his love returned. A too bit sorry for it, ya.
“It’s my fault, isn’t it? I shouldn’t be alive right now, and Donghae wouldn’t be this upset and Hyukjae... Hyukjae wouldn’t be this sad.” Kyuhyun’s fingers crawled on his cheeks slowly before they pinched his soft flesh that red marks left on his velvety skin. Sungmin chuckled, yet there was his tear, flowing down his face and onto Kyuhyun’s hands.
Hyukjae called Kyuhyun just about five minutes before the latter was about to get out from his car and walk into the elevator that goes straight to his doorstep in the nineteenth floor of the building. Hesitated (and guilty for hiding his dead brother), Kyuhyun answered the phone at its sixth ring on the second call after he missed the first one. He couldn’t remember the content of the talk they had too vividly since most of the call was made up of Hyukjae’s snots and wails and sniffs and words like ‘I’m an idiot’ and ‘tell me what I should do’. Hyukjae only calmed down and stopped crying when Kyuhyun got the chance to tell him that Donghae was at his place, hung-over, with a mild fever and was resting with Sungm-alone, while he was out getting the meds and hot porridge for the sick brat. Hyukjae said thanks and told him that he’ll be there soon enough after he finishes checking the projects that were waiting for Sungmin’s approval (which were suspended because of his sudden death of course).
After that, it took Kyuhyun another ten minutes to sigh, rubbing his temples, thinking about consequences, rolling his eyes, checking the time and wait for another two minutes before he flipped open his phone once again; not that it was shut off in the first place, and called his house (Sungmin hadn’t register a new phone number yet). He then told Sungmin of what Hyukjae had told him even though it was pretty hard to comprehend, and waited for the long hum on the other side of the line, and finally made the first move to suggest Sungmin that he’d come up first and have a talk with him once he’s home. Sungmin said “yeah, sure,” and “I miss you already” before he hung up the phone.
“Then I’ll be at fault too.” Sungmin cocked his head aside, and their gazes met.
“Why is that?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“For being happy that you’re not dead. For being extremely happy that you’re by my side. For being selfish to choose you over my friends. For-” Sungmin halted him from talking with a quick kiss that tasted salty like tears and playful for the smile that felt drawn on his lips. “Okay, I get it. I get it, so please stop.”
Kyuhyun turned his body so that they’d face each other, and kissed his wet eyes before nipping the bridge of his small nose. “Stop what? Falling for you?”
“Not that. Oh please don't ever do that. Or I’ll be dead. For real.”
“I’ll try not to.”
Sungmin pouted, and punched Kyuhyun’s chest before fell into his warm embrace.
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It was a memory from the night after their graduation day. They were inside Hyukjae’s rented apartment, hands on each others’ bodies, clothes separated away from skins. Without words, they called each other to surrender inside hot embraces and gentle touches, and mouths connected like magnets. Nipping every edge of their faces and limbs. There were feelings, a mixture of feelings; enormous amounts of feelings yes yes lot kinds of feelings moving under their skins, swimming through their networks of blood, rushing to every part of the places along with the chemicals that helped their manhood to arouse and being needy.
“This... umm...” Hyukjae hesitated as Donghae bit his chin playfully, making him giggled like a kid. Donghae’s hands were snaking around his waist and naked lower torso, and Hyukjae gasped a tad loudly when Donghae’s fingers slid between the two meats of his bottom.
“What, baby?”
“...my first. So... umm...”
“I know; this is my first too. Let’s-” he pulled Hyukjae’s hand that was subtly pushing his bare chest to be away from the latter’s body, and pushed him to lay onto the bed and made the springs creaked wildly. “Let’s do some fun first exploration, alright?”
That was the first time to everything that they went through for a relationship that was based on nothing more than a love that never fades and an unspoken trust. Donghae had always believed that they were meant for each other, and there was nothing to be worried about as long as Hyukjae’s ‘I love you’ kept waking him up from a tired sleep of overwork and Hyukjae’s warm embraces recharging him from all the fatigue that the world planted on him.
Sungmin was right; he had always taken Hyukjae’s love for grunted. And to think that he even started being too careless like that since the morning after their first night disgusted him completely.
Hyukjae was hastily dressing up when he opened his eyes the next morning. He did hear he spoke on the phone earlier about something, and he mentioned a name; a familiar name actually, yet it probably was the morning and sleepiness that unfortunately he forgotten of who it was the second he came back to his consciousness. “Leaving?” he asked, and Hyukjae jolted.
“Uh, yeah. My brother, uh, he’s in some kind of mess right now, and he really needs my help.” Donghae stretched his limbs, and yawned. Hyukjae laughed when he caught that. “You’re just like a cat.” Donghae chuckled, and grabbed his slim waist when Hyukjae was standing at the bridge of the bed, trying to pull him up from there. “Really? People told me I’m more to a fish.” They fell back together and Donghae stole a kiss from him.
“I never knew you have a brother.”
“I told you once, a looooong time ago.”
Donghae sniffed his hair; smelt just the same since they were small kids. Hyukjae nibbled his long fingers; bending and straightening them repeatedly.
“I don't want you to leave.”
“Just for a while, he really needs me.” Donghae pouted, and Hyukjae pinched his nose. “Now, now. I’ll be back here before you know it.”
When Hyukjae left, he thought for a while that Hyukjae never really disclose a lot about his family. Yes he knew Hyukjae was from a pretty highly reputed family, but that’s all that he knew.
He never thought that Hyukjae was a prince.
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“Hurry up,” he cursed silently under his breath when Kyuhyun’s voice greeted through his receiver a tad loud. “Take you fish out from my house! He’s annoying.” He could figure the scenario in Kyuhyun’s place right now. Donghae was littering everywhere, eating Kyuhyun’s hidden crackers, wearing Kyuhyun’s leisure pants that would definitely look ridiculously baggy on him, mixing all of Kyuhyun’s comics altogether without even sorting out the volumes first, and complained about how Hyukjae wasn't a good boyfriend.
“Don't bite me, bastard! Oww! Hyukjae, you better pick this trash out of my house, now!” Hyukjae chuckled and told Kyuhyun that he’ll be there in thirty minutes.
“You better be, or he’s dead!”
“I can go home on my own! You don't need to call him! I’m in a thinking stage right now! Let me stay for a few more nights!”
“Shut up! You’re a disgustful figure to humankind, Lee Donghae! Now fuck off! Hyukjae, just-hurry!” He grinned, and was about to put the receiver back to its place when he heard a familiar voice shrieked from the other line. So familiar that he wished he was dreaming. Oh please make it a dream. Curiously, he slowly put it back near his ear, and apparently, Kyuhyun was too furious with Donghae that he didn't hang up the call yet.
“Donghae, Kyuhyun’s not a food!”
“Damn you coward! Hiding behind your sissy boyfriend!”
Dang-crash-clunk-click.
The line was finally cut off, but unfortunately, Hyukjae was already drowning in tears.
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He did say that he could go home by himself, but probably it was because there were prides and the feeling of guilt and embarrassment filled him inside out that Donghae didn't take the step that he planned earlier. “He said he’d come, so I just thought maybe he could apologise to me once he’s here.”
“You’re the one who should apologise, bastard.” Kyuhyun gnarled, stabbing the steak that Sungmin prepared for their dinner tonight. Sungmin sighed, and stared at his lover and his brother’s lover, before glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time. “He’s late.”
“Punctual never exist in Lee Hyukjae’s vocabulary. You shouldn’t be so worried.” Sungmin bit his lower lip, before he nodded to Donghae’s unexpected soothing words. Kyuhyun grunted, “He could’ve call first, though. I’ve got a meeting with a client tonight, and this is regrettably wasting my time.” He pulled up his left sleeve and counted the minutes and seconds that passed, before he noticed Sungmin’s change in expression.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t involve you guys in this matter. It’s a mistake that I suddenly appear like this at your place.” Kyuhyun clucked his tongue, and frowned. Donghae rolled his eyes. “You know, you’re kinda pissing me off. I told you to never speak about that again.” Kyuhyun stood up from his seat, and moved the one next to Sungmin’s, and pinched his cheek.
“I love you.” Kyuhyun whispered with his low voice, and sent a shiver all over Sungmin’s body that it could tear him up that instant. Donghae himself was surprised to see Kyuhyun with this romantic and gentle side of him; surprised to the extent that he felt like running from the dinner table and jumped off Kyuhyun’s balcony down the nineteen floor and disappear.
“Does that enough to shut you up?” Sungmin nodded, and he could feel his cheeks warming up. Donghae averted his eyes from the couple in front of him, and his mouth was trying to say something when Kyuhyun, without even looking at him, told him to, “-and you too, shut the fuck up.”
“Alright, alright.” He put up his palms, a sign of retreat and walked towards the living room. His eyes were gazing at the small table clock near the couch, and figured that Hyukjae WAS a tad too late from the time he promised earlier.
Apparently, that night, Hyukjae didn't come at all.
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It was the next morning when Donghae felt a little worried about Hyukjae not answering the phone that he asked Kyuhyun to send him back to his house, and insisted Sungmin to come along with them.
“Not coming in?” he turned to the back seat when they reached the front of the apartment building, and saw Sungmin’s knitted brow. Kyuhyun squinted his eyes, and stare at the same gullible person behind him. Donghae sighed, and massaged his temples. He sounded frustrated.
“I’m going in. Thanks for the hospitality.” He opened the car, and jumped out from it when Kyuhyun too came out and took his right arm before pulling him away from the car. “Aren’t you going to apologise?”
“For what? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?” he snatched his arm away from the tall lad’s hand, and frowned. Kyuhyun growled, and fisted his collar. “For being immature and let Hyukjae faces all the troubles by himself; perhaps?” Donghae pushed him away, hard; and Kyuhyun fell down bottom first on the ground. “Stop being oh so nice about Hyukjae when all that you care right now is his fucking undead brother!”
Kyuhyun abruptly stood up and pulled his shoulder from the back when Donghae wasn't looking, and gave him a good taste of his right knuckle perfectly on his lower jaw, sending him down groaning on the ground. “What the fuck, Cho Kyuhyun??!!”
“In case you’ve forgotten, Lee Hyukjae is my best friend too; other than your fucking lover.” Donghae spat the red liquid that came out from the tore wall inside his mouth, and gritted his teeth. “So what?? He’s my lover, not yours! You’ve got nothing to do with our relationship, so fuck off!” he stood up and pushed Kyuhyun away, refusing to fight anymore and walked into the elevator to his apartment. But soon enough, he stepped back outside from the moving machine, as he watched Hyukjae walking out from it with luggage in his hand.
“Where are you going?” he yelled, and ran chasing the latter that seemed to be trying hard to ignore him. Hyukjae pressed the unlock button of his car remote, and put his luggage into his trunk. He was about to open the driver’s door when Donghae grabbed his wrist, and forced him to turn around and face him. “I’m asking you, Hyukjae. Don't ignore me like that.”
“The ten years that we’ve been together was beautiful, Donghae. We’re not swimming in luxury, but we’re happy.” He stopped when he saw Sungmin came out from Kyuhyun’s car and running towards them. Oh how he wanted to hug yet punch the face that he missed at the same time, but he figured that he should finish what he wanted to say to Donghae first. Donghae’s hand felt tightened around his wrist.
“What do you mean?”
“I don't want to be selfish anymore. I don't want to run from what’s reality anymore. I...” he swallowed the sand in his throat when Sungmin finally stood side by side with Kyuhyun just a few steps behind Donghae, eyes teary and lips trembled, trying to hold in everything that could burst out from his heart anytime soon.
“I lived in a paradise because Sungmin hyung accepted my hell. I was smiling and laughing with you, when he chained his heart and his love for Kyuhyun. I don't want to be his burden anymore.” Sungmin dashed forward, and hugged him tightly; he was warm and soothing and gentle like he always had been. “No silly you’ve never been a burden to me. Don't be such an idiot!”
“When I accidentally listened to your voice yesterday in the phone, I was sad, and mad at you. Mad because you chose to go to Kyuhyun first to tell him that you’re alive. Sad because Donghae too, knew about you sooner than I am.” Donghae averted his eyes away from Hyukjae’s but unfortunately met with Kyuhyun’s gaze.
He wrapped his arms around his hyung’s waist, and sniffed. Felt like they were back to years ago, when Sungmin told him about how he would let Kyuhyun go, and ensured him that he could have the life as he wanted with Donghae, because Sungmin will always be there. Sungmin will always be there whenever Hyukjae felt the world was not by his side, or when Donghae’s love couldn’t sooth his wound.
“But I was happy, because you sounded so lively and humane. You sounded so in love, and as the same as how I could never give you the same voice, I could never take it away from you, either. So hyung, please be happy. I’ll have back everything that I am responsible to, and stop dreaming about everything. I've had enough of dreaming.”
“What are you talking about, Lee Hyukjae??” Donghae grabbed him from inside Sungmin’s arms, and slammed his slender body against his own car, eyes probably a tad equal to those lions that were about to kill. Hyukjae cocked his head aside, refusing to look into his lover’s glaring eyes.
“I’m done being saved. It’s now my turn to save. No matter how it’ll wound us both, because we’ve been living with people’s mercy too much too long until now, Donghae.”
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A/N : WTF?? I'm so disappointed with this update, actually. Sorry if it is not to your expectation. And I really doubt people waited for this update this time LOL. =..=;;
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