#85: Ache, ShinHae
Title; Ache
Fandom/Pairing; Shindong/Donghae
Rating; PG-13…? There's blood & a little swearing.
Summary; Shindong is the only one who knows Donghae's secret, but for now, he'll let it slide.
Author's Note; Ehh, it's okay. I liked where I was going with it, but I'm worried it's not good. You be the judge. I understand if it's less-than-satisfactory, but once I started writing this, I didn't want to change it. Hopefully I'll be posting another one or two later tonight, and those'll probably be better. I also didn't edit this very well, which just adds to it's suckiness XP
PS, Happy Thanksgiving - here's some angst & abuse. But seriously, I hope everyone ate/eats well today. I know I did.
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The first time Shindong saw the purple shadows surrounding Donghae’s wrists like macabre bracelets, he was, to say the least, stunned.
He wanted to grab Donghae by the hand and ask what the fuck they were doing there, but there were two things holding him back from his explosion.
Number one being that the look on Donghae’s normally happy face was somber and Shindong could tell that if he asked any questions, nothing good would come from it.
Number two was that he was afraid that touching Donghae, especially on the hand, would make the physical agony worse.
Shindong had only seen the purple rings for a brief second, at the dinner table, with all the other members present as well. Donghae had been wearing long sleeves, but as he reached for the water pitcher, that black sleeve covering his arm pulled back ever so slightly. Just enough.
No one else seemed to notice, but Shindong was sitting right in front of the water. He definitely saw.
As Donghae’s eyes widened in fear that someone had seen, Shindong caught that look, and frowned when they made eye contact.
Donghae lowered his head for a moment, before bringing back up with a smile and joined in the laughter over something Eunhyuk had said next to him.
But as he playfully hit his best friend, that injured wrist made contact with Eunhyuk’s arm. Shindong could tell that the pain was shooting through Donghae’s body from the anguished expression that took over his previously laughing face.
“Something wrong?” asked Eunhyuk.
Donghae laughed, but it sounded nervous and uncomfortable to Shindong. “Nothing really. My wrist just…aches, that’s all. I must’ve, I don’t know, done something to it.”
“Sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Hyuk.”
Eunhyuk shrugged and went back to his food, but Shindong kept his eyes on Donghae, who noticed that he was being watched again. He avoided the older man’s eyes and looked down at his food.
Shindong decided that he would ignore it for the moment, but he would definitely not forget about it. Ignoring was only for now.
--
The second time he saw the bruises, they weren’t just purple, but sickly pink, blue, and brown.
He’d taken an impromptu trip to Donghae’s room to make sure he was ready before they left for dance practice. Upon swinging open the door, he found Donghae right as he was about to slip another long sleeve shirt on.
The bruises were the first thing Shindong’s eyes flew to, as they were the only blemishes on Donghae’s body that he could see.
Donghae tried quickly to get his shirt on so he could keep them covered, but it was too late. He already knew that Shindong had seen them at the dinner table a few days before, and there was no doubt that he’d seen them now, but he still thought he had a chance at concealing his secret.
He still wanted to believe that this was his problem alone, and no one else’s.
“Donghae, where are those from?”
The panic was obvious in the younger man’s eyes as he tugged on his sleeves, trying to forget of the existence of the aches in his wrists.
“Nowhere.”
“Don’t pull that. I saw them.”
“Then forget you saw them,” Donghae grumbled, making Shindong’s blood boil. How could he just forget something like that? Anything that would cause his dongsaeng pain was something he knew he wouldn’t be able to erase.
Shindong held back a sigh. “I can’t.”
“Please,” Donghae walked towards his hyung, who was standing in the threshold. He looked Shindong in the eye, and the latter could feel the pain emitting from those usually so smiley brown orbs. “Please, just go with me on this one. Forget about them.”
Shindong didn’t hold back a sigh this time. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” Donghae sounded so relieved that it made Shindong want to burst into tears. Who’d done this to the poor guy? Was it himself? Surely, it couldn’t have been Eunhyuk.
All during their practice, Shindong prayed internally that Donghae’s sleeves wouldn’t pull up again. Because then he’d have his secret out in the open, and he knew that Donghae didn’t want that.
But a part of him wished that his sleeves would ride up. Because then Donghae’s secret would be out in the open, and all eleven of the other men would know as well instead of just the two of them.
And maybe when everyone knew, they could all do something about it.
For now, he’ll let it slide. Again.
--
The third time Shindong saw those aching marks, they were so much more than just simple and painful bruises. Donghae was more of a wreck than Shindong had ever seen him before.
As Shindong walked calmly down the hall to his room after another hard day, the door he was about to pass by flew open and Donghae came stumbling out, like he’d been tossed away as a piece of garbage.
The door slammed shut again before Shindong could see the face of the other member. It was the door to the room Donghae shared with Eunhyuk, but Shindong couldn’t bring himself to believe that Eunhyuk would do something so terrible to his best friend.
Donghae’s back slammed against the opposite wall and crashed against the floor, tears and sweat and blood cascading down his handsome face.
As Shindong crouched down and took the younger man into his arms, he saw the battered condition of his entire body. Donghae’s normally strong forearms were so red and puffy and even that disgusting purple color from three weeks ago when Shindong first saw the bruises is still there to take part in the sickening display of abuse.
“Hyung…” Donghae grabs the collar of Shindong’s shirt. “Hyung…my whole body…my body…is aching…”
“No shit!” Shindong looked around the hall, for anyone’s help. “Teukie-hyung! Teukie-hyung!”
“Ugh…” Donghae leaned over on his hyung’s lap as he spat out blood. Shindong doesn’t even care that his jeans are definitely ruined-he could never be that selfish to think something like that.
“Teukie-hyung!”
“Thank you…” Donghae croaked out, his beaten arms and legs twitching.
“Teukie-hyung!”
Shindong could hear more than one pair of feet trampling up the stairs. His voice cracked as he called their leader for the last time, and his heart sighed in relief when he saw Leeteuk running down the hall with Eunhyuk right behind him.
It wasn’t him, Shindong thinks, thank goodness.
Although he still didn’t know which member it was, the thought that it wasn’t the abused boy’s best friend brought Shindong some kind of comfort. He stepped aside and let Eunhyuk hold onto Donghae as Leeteuk called the ambulance.
Shindong relaxed his shoulders just a little. Even if the chaos was still happening around him, at least two more people knew. And in time, the others would know as well.
And then, maybe Donghae wouldn’t be aching so much any more.
Fandom/Pairing; Shindong/Donghae
Rating; PG-13…? There's blood & a little swearing.
Summary; Shindong is the only one who knows Donghae's secret, but for now, he'll let it slide.
Author's Note; Ehh, it's okay. I liked where I was going with it, but I'm worried it's not good. You be the judge. I understand if it's less-than-satisfactory, but once I started writing this, I didn't want to change it. Hopefully I'll be posting another one or two later tonight, and those'll probably be better. I also didn't edit this very well, which just adds to it's suckiness XP
PS, Happy Thanksgiving - here's some angst & abuse. But seriously, I hope everyone ate/eats well today. I know I did.
--
The first time Shindong saw the purple shadows surrounding Donghae’s wrists like macabre bracelets, he was, to say the least, stunned.
He wanted to grab Donghae by the hand and ask what the fuck they were doing there, but there were two things holding him back from his explosion.
Number one being that the look on Donghae’s normally happy face was somber and Shindong could tell that if he asked any questions, nothing good would come from it.
Number two was that he was afraid that touching Donghae, especially on the hand, would make the physical agony worse.
Shindong had only seen the purple rings for a brief second, at the dinner table, with all the other members present as well. Donghae had been wearing long sleeves, but as he reached for the water pitcher, that black sleeve covering his arm pulled back ever so slightly. Just enough.
No one else seemed to notice, but Shindong was sitting right in front of the water. He definitely saw.
As Donghae’s eyes widened in fear that someone had seen, Shindong caught that look, and frowned when they made eye contact.
Donghae lowered his head for a moment, before bringing back up with a smile and joined in the laughter over something Eunhyuk had said next to him.
But as he playfully hit his best friend, that injured wrist made contact with Eunhyuk’s arm. Shindong could tell that the pain was shooting through Donghae’s body from the anguished expression that took over his previously laughing face.
“Something wrong?” asked Eunhyuk.
Donghae laughed, but it sounded nervous and uncomfortable to Shindong. “Nothing really. My wrist just…aches, that’s all. I must’ve, I don’t know, done something to it.”
“Sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Hyuk.”
Eunhyuk shrugged and went back to his food, but Shindong kept his eyes on Donghae, who noticed that he was being watched again. He avoided the older man’s eyes and looked down at his food.
Shindong decided that he would ignore it for the moment, but he would definitely not forget about it. Ignoring was only for now.
--
The second time he saw the bruises, they weren’t just purple, but sickly pink, blue, and brown.
He’d taken an impromptu trip to Donghae’s room to make sure he was ready before they left for dance practice. Upon swinging open the door, he found Donghae right as he was about to slip another long sleeve shirt on.
The bruises were the first thing Shindong’s eyes flew to, as they were the only blemishes on Donghae’s body that he could see.
Donghae tried quickly to get his shirt on so he could keep them covered, but it was too late. He already knew that Shindong had seen them at the dinner table a few days before, and there was no doubt that he’d seen them now, but he still thought he had a chance at concealing his secret.
He still wanted to believe that this was his problem alone, and no one else’s.
“Donghae, where are those from?”
The panic was obvious in the younger man’s eyes as he tugged on his sleeves, trying to forget of the existence of the aches in his wrists.
“Nowhere.”
“Don’t pull that. I saw them.”
“Then forget you saw them,” Donghae grumbled, making Shindong’s blood boil. How could he just forget something like that? Anything that would cause his dongsaeng pain was something he knew he wouldn’t be able to erase.
Shindong held back a sigh. “I can’t.”
“Please,” Donghae walked towards his hyung, who was standing in the threshold. He looked Shindong in the eye, and the latter could feel the pain emitting from those usually so smiley brown orbs. “Please, just go with me on this one. Forget about them.”
Shindong didn’t hold back a sigh this time. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” Donghae sounded so relieved that it made Shindong want to burst into tears. Who’d done this to the poor guy? Was it himself? Surely, it couldn’t have been Eunhyuk.
All during their practice, Shindong prayed internally that Donghae’s sleeves wouldn’t pull up again. Because then he’d have his secret out in the open, and he knew that Donghae didn’t want that.
But a part of him wished that his sleeves would ride up. Because then Donghae’s secret would be out in the open, and all eleven of the other men would know as well instead of just the two of them.
And maybe when everyone knew, they could all do something about it.
For now, he’ll let it slide. Again.
--
The third time Shindong saw those aching marks, they were so much more than just simple and painful bruises. Donghae was more of a wreck than Shindong had ever seen him before.
As Shindong walked calmly down the hall to his room after another hard day, the door he was about to pass by flew open and Donghae came stumbling out, like he’d been tossed away as a piece of garbage.
The door slammed shut again before Shindong could see the face of the other member. It was the door to the room Donghae shared with Eunhyuk, but Shindong couldn’t bring himself to believe that Eunhyuk would do something so terrible to his best friend.
Donghae’s back slammed against the opposite wall and crashed against the floor, tears and sweat and blood cascading down his handsome face.
As Shindong crouched down and took the younger man into his arms, he saw the battered condition of his entire body. Donghae’s normally strong forearms were so red and puffy and even that disgusting purple color from three weeks ago when Shindong first saw the bruises is still there to take part in the sickening display of abuse.
“Hyung…” Donghae grabs the collar of Shindong’s shirt. “Hyung…my whole body…my body…is aching…”
“No shit!” Shindong looked around the hall, for anyone’s help. “Teukie-hyung! Teukie-hyung!”
“Ugh…” Donghae leaned over on his hyung’s lap as he spat out blood. Shindong doesn’t even care that his jeans are definitely ruined-he could never be that selfish to think something like that.
“Teukie-hyung!”
“Thank you…” Donghae croaked out, his beaten arms and legs twitching.
“Teukie-hyung!”
Shindong could hear more than one pair of feet trampling up the stairs. His voice cracked as he called their leader for the last time, and his heart sighed in relief when he saw Leeteuk running down the hall with Eunhyuk right behind him.
It wasn’t him, Shindong thinks, thank goodness.
Although he still didn’t know which member it was, the thought that it wasn’t the abused boy’s best friend brought Shindong some kind of comfort. He stepped aside and let Eunhyuk hold onto Donghae as Leeteuk called the ambulance.
Shindong relaxed his shoulders just a little. Even if the chaos was still happening around him, at least two more people knew. And in time, the others would know as well.
And then, maybe Donghae wouldn’t be aching so much any more.