empire state of mind (eunhae)
title: empire state of mind
fandom: super junior. eunhyuk & donghae.
warning: rated r for things that have to deal with hot dogs and new year's craziness. city au.
summary: two boys' takes on new year's and the disasters that follow.
i have fail in knowledge of how n.y.c. is during new year's. i've never been there, though i've always wanted to go. maybe when i stop spending my money on snacks, i will get to. (though i do have a scarf that has the pepsi sign and says 'happy 2009' on it) empire state of mind - jay-z feat. alicia keys
The New Year's Countdown, to Hyukjae, is one inevitable step closer to doomsday, the apocalypse, the grand rapture. It should not be a celebrated matter on the calendar, yet streams and traffic of people still gather together in the same spot just to see a stupid, single, glass ball break into fireworks and explosions on the night where two years, one hopeless and one about to be hopeless, roll into one.
Big whoop. Hyukjae wraps his parka around his body for perhaps, the millionth time he's been standing amidst the streets. The air has become so icy that it bites his skin and his parka obviously isn't working to keep him safe from the steeping temperatures. Neither are his gloves or his hat or the people around him who serve as defunct walls. The last night of the year and things have not looked up for the better, not even the weather. As if he's allowed to have any high expectations.
Even though his mood is getting as low as the New Year's ball is going on its lever and support, there is still someone whose mood is unaffected by the chilly breezes and the stark contrast of this night.
This person's name is Lee Donghae. He rooms with Hyukjae at a semi-comfortable living space that they split their paychecks for, because they found out not too long ago, having your best friend as a roommate makes life's hardships much, much easier to overcome. If Hyukjae just ignores the trivial fact that the two of them share a bed together and that sometimes during their elapsed bedtime, Donghae will toss and turn until he's fitted firmly into Hyukjae's body, then living with Donghae is just as breezy as it seems.
Easy, breezy, beautiful, covergirl - Hyukjae takes his eyes off a wide screening of a Covergirl commercial that's taking advantage of the New Year's Countdown. They're doing it by advertising themselves, proving Hyukjae's theory that the New Year's Countdown is a scam for bloodsucker advertising agents to sink their teeths into people's necks.
He glares at the digitalized model whirling her head around, demonstrating the makeup's effects. Yeah, I called you out. Bloodsucking advertising agents, that's what these commercials are. And I'm not taking back what I said.
New Year's Eve is making him insane and pessimistic, the polar opposite of Donghae's behavior, who's positioned right beside him. His roommate is literally bouncing up and down to see over heads, unlike Hyukjae who chooses to stand on the sidewalk with his feet sticking nice and firmly to the ground.
Nice and firm, like Donghae's ass which Hyukjae's hands cross over to sometimes when they're in a questionable sleeping position at night. But Hyukjae can confirm that the touching is all out of guilty pleasure, and curiosity, and loneliness, and leftover bitterness of not having a girlfriend. And spending New Year's with Donghae rather than some hot chick makes him depressed and want to squeeze his friend's ass. He tells himself that his friend's butt is only his personal stress-relieving tool and that it will never become more.
His friend's butt could get bigger, though. Hyukjae wouldn't mind that.
Donghae's sheer happiness is a bit too much too handle on a night like this, especially when there's a band of drunkards accompanying the situation, and the atrocity doesn't stop there. His roommate, his friend, stops bouncing on his heels and he stays to the ground, which Hyukjae didn't even think was possible, so he could turn to his friend with an adoring look on his face.
Hyukjae knows that look. It's the same one that Donghae gives him whenever he needs him to fill out a favor, like begging Hyukjae to pay off all their rent for one month because his mind and his money haven't come back in time for the cut-off date.
He wonders what Donghae is in need of this time. And he needs to make it quick, because the ball's going to drop and he doesn't want his momentary stay here to be wasted.
"What?" Hyukjae implores, because he knows that Donghae's going to accost him with a question sooner or later from the given moment.
Donghae opens his mouth, but then he closes it again, trying to think quickly if he should say what he wants to say or not. Hyukjae wonders if him looking quite annoyed is really that obvious and enough to make his friend scared of asking him questions.
"Go on. Come out with it," Hyukjae crosses his puffy sleeved arms, making it look like he's blown himself up into some horrible, ugly, helium reaction with him and his parka. But he doesn't care about how strange he looks because it's nice to hear Donghae's laugh. It always is.
Hyukjae shoves down the laughter that threatens to burst out of his body, because the sound of Donghae's raucous laughter is contagious enough to bring it out of him. "Stop fucking around and tell me what you want."
The seriousness that descends from his tone of voice makes Donghae stop laughing, but his smile is still in plain view. That is when Hyukjae officially gives up on his life before the new year has even started.
"I'm," Donghae uses his hand to rub his stomach and his hand pulls up his jacket, which pulls up his shirt, which reveals a tiny amount of his stomach. It takes willpower for Hyukjae to tear his eyes off. "Hungry."
"So?" Hyukjae wrinkles his nose and he immediately regrets it, for he can feel an icicle forming on his nose hairs that shift. He sneezes it out onto a person who's in front of him and prays for dear life that they don't notice. They look like a person that could rip them in half, judging by their muscular backside.
After making sure that no icicles are left in his nose, he turns his head around to face Donghae.
"So what do you want me to do about it?" Hyukjae reassembles his question, now with a shining red nose.
"You look like Rudolph and Christmas's already passed," Donghae mocks, getting distracted once again.
"Donghae, get to the point," Hyukjae would be yelling, but if he opens his mouth and feels a cold sliver of air enter his esophagus one more time, he just might fall down to the ground and die.
"Oh. Oh right, the point," Donghae laughs, not so loudly and retarded this time, and bonks his head with a light punching of his fist. He then gets himself together and comes out with the question that his precious roommate's been waiting for. Hyukjae can't believe that he himself has managed to live with conversations like these for the past six months.
"I'm hungry. Buy some food for me. Please."
He tries to say this all fast so he can avoid the unamused look that glazes over Hyukjae's eyes, which have shrunk in disapproval.
"What? I am not buying you food. Never expect me to buy you food," Hyukjae reinstates one partial rule that he has made up between them. He turns around, trying to get interested in the festivities like he's supposed to, where is that Covergirl commercial when he needs it, but finds himself traveling back to the lost look in Donghae's eyes.
"What do I get in return?" Hyukjae gives up on ignoring Donghae. It's too hard and too much energy to use on a night like this.
"You'll see," Donghae teases and it causes Hyukjae to return in ignoring him.
After a light, not heavy, silence that passes by, he hears Donghae croak out an "I'm sorry" and that makes the stingy part of him fall apart. As long as Donghae did apologize first, then it's okay.
"Okay," he mumbles and Donghae doesn't waste time in pulling his sleeve to drag him away from the crowd and over to a place that's selling food nearby.
They walk and they walk and the crowds get lesser and lesser in Hyukjae's eyes and they walk some more until they're standing in front of a cart that has a strong smell of pork and city air.
"You seriously want this? You want to eat a hot dog?" Hyukjae asks and he gets some furious nodding motions from Donghae, who can't voice out a 'yes' because he's too busy scanning the options. Which there isn't much to pick out from, because this is only a hot dog stand, not a 5 star restaurant.
After a long time of waiting for Donghae to decide on what he wants on top of his hot dog and how it should be arranged, Hyukjae finally hands over a note of money and accepts the freshly heated up, thawed out, hot dog. Donghae waits patiently for his present, but his patience is broken when there's a loud burst of noise.
"What?" Hyukjae stares into the distance, with disbelief running through his veins. He realizes that the ball has already cracked and that he wasn't there to see it. He looks down at what he's in possession of and puts all the blame on the hot dog. This stupid hot dog that his stupid, thoughtless roommate begged to have.
"Are you okay?" Donghae stoops so he can see if his friend is okay or not. He can't sense that this is a bad move to make because he doesn't know that his friend is furious with him.
"I'm not okay," Hyukjae holds the steaming hot dog up to his face. We missed the ball dropping. We missed it and it's all because you got hungry and used this time selfishly to make me get you food. And we missed it. I came here for nothing. I could have been at home, online-
"-and searching the internet for New Year's parties that I could crash so I could get a New Year's kiss from some hot stranger girl that I've been dreaming of since I was 13," Hyukjae accidentally says the last sentence of his running thoughts aloud.
"Huh?" Donghae backs away from surprise and steps back to see Hyukjae take an enormous bite out of his hot dog.
The result is messy, and the hot dog doesn't really taste that great, but Hyukjae feels a glow of satisfaction settle in the pit of his stomach. There may be ketchup, mustard, and relish dribbling down his chin and processed meat in between his teeth, but it's worth seeing the mixture of confusion and disappointment on his roommate's face. Hyukjae chews up his hot dog, the chewing getting noisier each time. But he doesn't regret it. He just hopes that Donghae does for convincing him to come here in the first place.
"You-you asshole, that was my hot dog!" Donghae screeches when he tries to wrench the remaining half out of Hyukjae's hands. But Hyukjae pulls away from him and almost trips over a fire hydrant that's fading red on the edges.
"You're the asshole! You just took away my two years a few seconds ago! I could have been at home, not freezing my ass off!" Hyukjae stops talking so he can smush the last of the hot dog in his mouth.
"I didn't get to see the final countdown, so you don't get this hot dog," Hyukjae rules out in a muffled voice. He replays what he's just said and realizes that he's caring about this more than he thought he would. The change in years must have done this to him.
When he's thinking about this, he's unaware of the indignant look that replaces the fallen one in his roommate's eyes. He also doesn't have enough time to finish his hot dog when his roommate pounces on him, not giving him enough time to react when Donghae's lips latch onto his. The sudden weight makes him fall down to the ground but Hyukjae can't make sure if his spine is still in shape because he's too busy trying to fend off the boy who's on top of him, who's kissing him with anger and might and other emotions that spark out of New Year's.
"Donghae, what the fuck, Donghae-" Hyukjae protests but Donghae's battling his words with his tongue and his battle method is effective. He pins Hyukjae to the ground, seeking out his mouth with his tongue and Hyukjae wonders if Donghae is doing this for the food anymore, or just the hungers and desires that they've run into.
It's gross. It's unsanitary. It's public. But above all, it's wrong because Hyukjae is liking how things are going more than he expects himself to. His liking to this shows up in the form of a tent in his pants, that rises up with Donghae when he finally sits back up.
There's mess on both of their faces when Hyukjae opens his eyes to look up. He doesn't care to describe it, because his roommate's way of handling things is gross. He's unusually glad that they're in stuffy and crowded New York City, where nobody gives a crap about two men kissing in public with food in both of their mouths.
Donghae licks around his mouth and glances down at the position he's stuck themselves in. Hyukjae knows that it's revenge when Donghae begins to roll his hips, warming his arousal with pleasure and friction. The freezing atmosphere that New York provides disappears and Hyukjae's parka starts feeling like a desert.
"Here, has your two years been wasted now? This is better, isn't it? This is better than having some hot stranger woman kiss you on a single New Year's because you can have this, you can have me, every night. Well, fuck you, you're not getting any. Fuck you, Lee Hyukjae. Fuck you for stealing my hot dog and being a bipolar asshole of a roommate-" Donghae is too busy skipping between random emotions and subjects, with some added dirty talk, to notice that Hyukjae isn't listening anymore.
When the heat stops and Hyukjae's back stops scraping the sidewalk, he can't remember what he, they, were even angry about anymore. Hot female stranger, hot dog, missing the New Year's Countdown, what? Wha-what were we talking about?
His jeans have gotten tight by then and he needs to fix that as soon as possible. So he prays that Donghae will let him push him off his body, so he can stand up and reconnect with his mind. He prays that Donghae's hand will be there when he pulls him up and that it will still be holdng onto his hand when he's rushing them to run back to their apartment. He prays that the crowds will pave a empty trail for them to run through so they can catch the subway in time. (It doesn't, but it would have been nice.)
He prays for a lot of things that night. But the thing he prays most for is that the apocalypse won't catch up in time when he and Donghae are flinging their clothes off in their disheveled apartment, at exactly one hour into the first day of the new year.
He snags Donghae's lip that night. The smallish amount of blood tastes better than the hot dog and the imaginary taste of a woman combined.
---
"Happy New Year's," Donghae hums when he plants a late New Year's kiss on Hyukjae's face. He slings his arms and legs over Hyukjae and is awake when he does.
Hyukjae mumbles in response and fills in the space between Donghae's neck and shoulders with his head. He also switches his internal clock to 12:00 AM, so that this kiss could be their New Year's kiss. Technicalities and all.
Before his eyes close and his brain shuts off, Hyukjae has this one last thought that's a little hopeful. He has a feeling that this brand new year will be a little, if not by a whole ton, better than the ones that have already passed.
If not, at least he has permission to grab his best friend's ass now without having to feel too guilty or thinking too much about it.
this is so random. and weird. /screams and runs off
and this is a public advertisement for you wonderfuls to go over to winged_suju and read and vote cos there's a lot of good fic that needs to be read, like nao.
fandom: super junior. eunhyuk & donghae.
warning: rated r for things that have to deal with hot dogs and new year's craziness. city au.
summary: two boys' takes on new year's and the disasters that follow.
i have fail in knowledge of how n.y.c. is during new year's. i've never been there, though i've always wanted to go. maybe when i stop spending my money on snacks, i will get to. (though i do have a scarf that has the pepsi sign and says 'happy 2009' on it) empire state of mind - jay-z feat. alicia keys
The New Year's Countdown, to Hyukjae, is one inevitable step closer to doomsday, the apocalypse, the grand rapture. It should not be a celebrated matter on the calendar, yet streams and traffic of people still gather together in the same spot just to see a stupid, single, glass ball break into fireworks and explosions on the night where two years, one hopeless and one about to be hopeless, roll into one.
Big whoop. Hyukjae wraps his parka around his body for perhaps, the millionth time he's been standing amidst the streets. The air has become so icy that it bites his skin and his parka obviously isn't working to keep him safe from the steeping temperatures. Neither are his gloves or his hat or the people around him who serve as defunct walls. The last night of the year and things have not looked up for the better, not even the weather. As if he's allowed to have any high expectations.
Even though his mood is getting as low as the New Year's ball is going on its lever and support, there is still someone whose mood is unaffected by the chilly breezes and the stark contrast of this night.
This person's name is Lee Donghae. He rooms with Hyukjae at a semi-comfortable living space that they split their paychecks for, because they found out not too long ago, having your best friend as a roommate makes life's hardships much, much easier to overcome. If Hyukjae just ignores the trivial fact that the two of them share a bed together and that sometimes during their elapsed bedtime, Donghae will toss and turn until he's fitted firmly into Hyukjae's body, then living with Donghae is just as breezy as it seems.
Easy, breezy, beautiful, covergirl - Hyukjae takes his eyes off a wide screening of a Covergirl commercial that's taking advantage of the New Year's Countdown. They're doing it by advertising themselves, proving Hyukjae's theory that the New Year's Countdown is a scam for bloodsucker advertising agents to sink their teeths into people's necks.
He glares at the digitalized model whirling her head around, demonstrating the makeup's effects. Yeah, I called you out. Bloodsucking advertising agents, that's what these commercials are. And I'm not taking back what I said.
New Year's Eve is making him insane and pessimistic, the polar opposite of Donghae's behavior, who's positioned right beside him. His roommate is literally bouncing up and down to see over heads, unlike Hyukjae who chooses to stand on the sidewalk with his feet sticking nice and firmly to the ground.
Nice and firm, like Donghae's ass which Hyukjae's hands cross over to sometimes when they're in a questionable sleeping position at night. But Hyukjae can confirm that the touching is all out of guilty pleasure, and curiosity, and loneliness, and leftover bitterness of not having a girlfriend. And spending New Year's with Donghae rather than some hot chick makes him depressed and want to squeeze his friend's ass. He tells himself that his friend's butt is only his personal stress-relieving tool and that it will never become more.
His friend's butt could get bigger, though. Hyukjae wouldn't mind that.
Donghae's sheer happiness is a bit too much too handle on a night like this, especially when there's a band of drunkards accompanying the situation, and the atrocity doesn't stop there. His roommate, his friend, stops bouncing on his heels and he stays to the ground, which Hyukjae didn't even think was possible, so he could turn to his friend with an adoring look on his face.
Hyukjae knows that look. It's the same one that Donghae gives him whenever he needs him to fill out a favor, like begging Hyukjae to pay off all their rent for one month because his mind and his money haven't come back in time for the cut-off date.
He wonders what Donghae is in need of this time. And he needs to make it quick, because the ball's going to drop and he doesn't want his momentary stay here to be wasted.
"What?" Hyukjae implores, because he knows that Donghae's going to accost him with a question sooner or later from the given moment.
Donghae opens his mouth, but then he closes it again, trying to think quickly if he should say what he wants to say or not. Hyukjae wonders if him looking quite annoyed is really that obvious and enough to make his friend scared of asking him questions.
"Go on. Come out with it," Hyukjae crosses his puffy sleeved arms, making it look like he's blown himself up into some horrible, ugly, helium reaction with him and his parka. But he doesn't care about how strange he looks because it's nice to hear Donghae's laugh. It always is.
Hyukjae shoves down the laughter that threatens to burst out of his body, because the sound of Donghae's raucous laughter is contagious enough to bring it out of him. "Stop fucking around and tell me what you want."
The seriousness that descends from his tone of voice makes Donghae stop laughing, but his smile is still in plain view. That is when Hyukjae officially gives up on his life before the new year has even started.
"I'm," Donghae uses his hand to rub his stomach and his hand pulls up his jacket, which pulls up his shirt, which reveals a tiny amount of his stomach. It takes willpower for Hyukjae to tear his eyes off. "Hungry."
"So?" Hyukjae wrinkles his nose and he immediately regrets it, for he can feel an icicle forming on his nose hairs that shift. He sneezes it out onto a person who's in front of him and prays for dear life that they don't notice. They look like a person that could rip them in half, judging by their muscular backside.
After making sure that no icicles are left in his nose, he turns his head around to face Donghae.
"So what do you want me to do about it?" Hyukjae reassembles his question, now with a shining red nose.
"You look like Rudolph and Christmas's already passed," Donghae mocks, getting distracted once again.
"Donghae, get to the point," Hyukjae would be yelling, but if he opens his mouth and feels a cold sliver of air enter his esophagus one more time, he just might fall down to the ground and die.
"Oh. Oh right, the point," Donghae laughs, not so loudly and retarded this time, and bonks his head with a light punching of his fist. He then gets himself together and comes out with the question that his precious roommate's been waiting for. Hyukjae can't believe that he himself has managed to live with conversations like these for the past six months.
"I'm hungry. Buy some food for me. Please."
He tries to say this all fast so he can avoid the unamused look that glazes over Hyukjae's eyes, which have shrunk in disapproval.
"What? I am not buying you food. Never expect me to buy you food," Hyukjae reinstates one partial rule that he has made up between them. He turns around, trying to get interested in the festivities like he's supposed to, where is that Covergirl commercial when he needs it, but finds himself traveling back to the lost look in Donghae's eyes.
"What do I get in return?" Hyukjae gives up on ignoring Donghae. It's too hard and too much energy to use on a night like this.
"You'll see," Donghae teases and it causes Hyukjae to return in ignoring him.
After a light, not heavy, silence that passes by, he hears Donghae croak out an "I'm sorry" and that makes the stingy part of him fall apart. As long as Donghae did apologize first, then it's okay.
"Okay," he mumbles and Donghae doesn't waste time in pulling his sleeve to drag him away from the crowd and over to a place that's selling food nearby.
They walk and they walk and the crowds get lesser and lesser in Hyukjae's eyes and they walk some more until they're standing in front of a cart that has a strong smell of pork and city air.
"You seriously want this? You want to eat a hot dog?" Hyukjae asks and he gets some furious nodding motions from Donghae, who can't voice out a 'yes' because he's too busy scanning the options. Which there isn't much to pick out from, because this is only a hot dog stand, not a 5 star restaurant.
After a long time of waiting for Donghae to decide on what he wants on top of his hot dog and how it should be arranged, Hyukjae finally hands over a note of money and accepts the freshly heated up, thawed out, hot dog. Donghae waits patiently for his present, but his patience is broken when there's a loud burst of noise.
"What?" Hyukjae stares into the distance, with disbelief running through his veins. He realizes that the ball has already cracked and that he wasn't there to see it. He looks down at what he's in possession of and puts all the blame on the hot dog. This stupid hot dog that his stupid, thoughtless roommate begged to have.
"Are you okay?" Donghae stoops so he can see if his friend is okay or not. He can't sense that this is a bad move to make because he doesn't know that his friend is furious with him.
"I'm not okay," Hyukjae holds the steaming hot dog up to his face. We missed the ball dropping. We missed it and it's all because you got hungry and used this time selfishly to make me get you food. And we missed it. I came here for nothing. I could have been at home, online-
"-and searching the internet for New Year's parties that I could crash so I could get a New Year's kiss from some hot stranger girl that I've been dreaming of since I was 13," Hyukjae accidentally says the last sentence of his running thoughts aloud.
"Huh?" Donghae backs away from surprise and steps back to see Hyukjae take an enormous bite out of his hot dog.
The result is messy, and the hot dog doesn't really taste that great, but Hyukjae feels a glow of satisfaction settle in the pit of his stomach. There may be ketchup, mustard, and relish dribbling down his chin and processed meat in between his teeth, but it's worth seeing the mixture of confusion and disappointment on his roommate's face. Hyukjae chews up his hot dog, the chewing getting noisier each time. But he doesn't regret it. He just hopes that Donghae does for convincing him to come here in the first place.
"You-you asshole, that was my hot dog!" Donghae screeches when he tries to wrench the remaining half out of Hyukjae's hands. But Hyukjae pulls away from him and almost trips over a fire hydrant that's fading red on the edges.
"You're the asshole! You just took away my two years a few seconds ago! I could have been at home, not freezing my ass off!" Hyukjae stops talking so he can smush the last of the hot dog in his mouth.
"I didn't get to see the final countdown, so you don't get this hot dog," Hyukjae rules out in a muffled voice. He replays what he's just said and realizes that he's caring about this more than he thought he would. The change in years must have done this to him.
When he's thinking about this, he's unaware of the indignant look that replaces the fallen one in his roommate's eyes. He also doesn't have enough time to finish his hot dog when his roommate pounces on him, not giving him enough time to react when Donghae's lips latch onto his. The sudden weight makes him fall down to the ground but Hyukjae can't make sure if his spine is still in shape because he's too busy trying to fend off the boy who's on top of him, who's kissing him with anger and might and other emotions that spark out of New Year's.
"Donghae, what the fuck, Donghae-" Hyukjae protests but Donghae's battling his words with his tongue and his battle method is effective. He pins Hyukjae to the ground, seeking out his mouth with his tongue and Hyukjae wonders if Donghae is doing this for the food anymore, or just the hungers and desires that they've run into.
It's gross. It's unsanitary. It's public. But above all, it's wrong because Hyukjae is liking how things are going more than he expects himself to. His liking to this shows up in the form of a tent in his pants, that rises up with Donghae when he finally sits back up.
There's mess on both of their faces when Hyukjae opens his eyes to look up. He doesn't care to describe it, because his roommate's way of handling things is gross. He's unusually glad that they're in stuffy and crowded New York City, where nobody gives a crap about two men kissing in public with food in both of their mouths.
Donghae licks around his mouth and glances down at the position he's stuck themselves in. Hyukjae knows that it's revenge when Donghae begins to roll his hips, warming his arousal with pleasure and friction. The freezing atmosphere that New York provides disappears and Hyukjae's parka starts feeling like a desert.
"Here, has your two years been wasted now? This is better, isn't it? This is better than having some hot stranger woman kiss you on a single New Year's because you can have this, you can have me, every night. Well, fuck you, you're not getting any. Fuck you, Lee Hyukjae. Fuck you for stealing my hot dog and being a bipolar asshole of a roommate-" Donghae is too busy skipping between random emotions and subjects, with some added dirty talk, to notice that Hyukjae isn't listening anymore.
When the heat stops and Hyukjae's back stops scraping the sidewalk, he can't remember what he, they, were even angry about anymore. Hot female stranger, hot dog, missing the New Year's Countdown, what? Wha-what were we talking about?
His jeans have gotten tight by then and he needs to fix that as soon as possible. So he prays that Donghae will let him push him off his body, so he can stand up and reconnect with his mind. He prays that Donghae's hand will be there when he pulls him up and that it will still be holdng onto his hand when he's rushing them to run back to their apartment. He prays that the crowds will pave a empty trail for them to run through so they can catch the subway in time. (It doesn't, but it would have been nice.)
He prays for a lot of things that night. But the thing he prays most for is that the apocalypse won't catch up in time when he and Donghae are flinging their clothes off in their disheveled apartment, at exactly one hour into the first day of the new year.
He snags Donghae's lip that night. The smallish amount of blood tastes better than the hot dog and the imaginary taste of a woman combined.
---
"Happy New Year's," Donghae hums when he plants a late New Year's kiss on Hyukjae's face. He slings his arms and legs over Hyukjae and is awake when he does.
Hyukjae mumbles in response and fills in the space between Donghae's neck and shoulders with his head. He also switches his internal clock to 12:00 AM, so that this kiss could be their New Year's kiss. Technicalities and all.
Before his eyes close and his brain shuts off, Hyukjae has this one last thought that's a little hopeful. He has a feeling that this brand new year will be a little, if not by a whole ton, better than the ones that have already passed.
If not, at least he has permission to grab his best friend's ass now without having to feel too guilty or thinking too much about it.
this is so random. and weird. /screams and runs off
and this is a public advertisement for you wonderfuls to go over to winged_suju and read and vote cos there's a lot of good fic that needs to be read, like nao.