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Hearts
Pairing : Hyukhae
WC : 1,056
Summary : Donghae came to Hyukjae, his heart on his hands.
Warning : metaphor, un-betaed
A/N :It’s a ‘I-must-write-anything’ project for myself and because i'm really Hyukhae deprived now. The idea popped out of my mind because of my insomnia. And for leona_green , I’ll post your birthday fic as soon as I finish that *It’s freaking late for maybe more than one month, sorry*
Hearts
Donghae came to Hyukjae, hands covered with blood, a round wound on his chest, blood still flowing from the wound, and his heart on his hands, yet he came with smile, offering his fresh heart to Hyukjae, still smiling happily.
Hyukjae winced, staring at the bleeding heart which still beat, pumping out every drop of blood, and he ran, scared.
Donghae sneaked in to his room at night, his heart on his both hands still, blood dripping on the floor, and Hyukjae chased him away, afraid of the blood would stain his too-tidy room.
And again, Donghae came to him, offering his heart, more likely giving it to Hyukjae for free, still red with blood, and Hyukjae froze.
Donghae stared at the man in front him, whom had a hole on his chest too, still bleeding because of the new wound. Donghae hoped Hyukjae would exchange his heart with his. But Hyukjae hid his hands behind his back, then shook his head, simply rejecting his heart, and walked away.
Donghae saw his own heart wrenching, pumping out too much blood, until he thought he would die because of losing too much blood. And the pain shot up right on his body.
Hyukjae held his heart on his hands as he walked away, heart pumping out fresh blood, blood staining the floor.
***************
Donghae sat beside him, hands still holding his heart, but now only showing it to Hyukjae, or maybe waiting for Hyukjae to take it or exchange it with his own heart. Hyukjae couldn’t take Donghae’s heart. What if he didn’t take care of his heart, what if he hurt his heart, what if his clumsiness killed his heart, and other what-ifs. He couldn’t do the exchange. Because he, himself, was afraid, since Donghae was a forgetful person, he would forget where he put his heart.
Donghae asked everyone, even anyone, where Hyukjae’s heart was. No one knew. Donghae confronted Sungmin one night, because he was the one of the potential people, but Sungmin ripped out his chest, showing that he still owed his own heart. Donghae asked Junsu, but Junsu did the same thing like Sungmin did.
And again, Donghae sneaked in to Hyukjae’s cold room at one of winter nights, decided to let his heart fell onto the floor with a small thud noise. And woke up in the next morning, naked on Hyukjae’s bed and Hyukjae was nowhere to find. Donghae picked his heart, after wearing his clothes, bruises were everywhere on his body, cold attacking his body. He shouldn’t have let his heart fell on the floor, because now his heart was as bruised as his body and the pain and the coldness jabbed his body like thousand needles.
Donghae sat on his bed, hugging his knees, staring at his bruised heart blankly, hearing the movement of the clock needle, waiting for his heart to heal as his vision was getting blurry and soon tears dominated his eyes and flowed out.
Hyukjae stepped into his room, floor was flooded by blood. He opened up a wooden box from under his bed, sighing in relief that it was not blood from his heart, but soon realizing that it was from a neglected heart on the floor on the morning before. It was Donghae’s and he saw, by himself, his heart pumping out blood out of control, flooding the floor, mixed together with Donghae’s blood, making him hard to breath. And when his heart stopped pumping, it was getting paler than before.
***************
Donghae stared two hearts on his hands. Staring sadly at one, the palest one, almost burst to crying. Color was pale grey, he could see the weak veins, pumping out blood tiredly. Blood flowing from the pale heart slowly, beating weakly, almost hopelessly.
He held the almost died heart in grief, crying over it. The heart was being treated badly, being kept in a box on the darkest corner of the room, without any sunshine, without any air to breath. Donghae put the heart to his chest, almost put it in onto his chest when Hyukjae entered his room, screaming and grasped his own heart abruptly. Donghae shrieked in horror, afraid that the heart would perish on Hyukjae’s abrupt grasp. Hyukjae glared at him angrily, holding the heart, blood flowing too much for the almost died heart.
Donghae cried when Hyukjae left his room without any word, only a sound of slammed door. Donghae thought, if he was the one whom took care of Hyukjae’s heart, it wouldn’t be like that.
Pulling out the box, putting back his heart, Hyukjae cried, the heart wouldn’t die, no matter how he wanted it to die. No matter how, his heart wouldn’t die itself.
***************
Donghae shrieked, Hyukjae raised a knife towards his own heart. Donghae pushed him, more likely threw himself to Hyukjae, Hyukjae fell on the floor and Donghae took Hyujae’s heart, running away from the owner. It happened so fast.
Hyukjae found Donghae, crying on the corner of practice room, hands holding dearly both his own heart and Hyukjae’s. Donghae screamed in his crying as he saw Hyukjae, chasing him away.
‘I won’t give it back to you! I am not going to give it back to you!’
‘I hate you!’ Those words were said, and Hyukjae’s heart collapsed, beating weaker than before yet pumping out more blood, its last drops of blood.
Hyukjae fell on his knees weakly, seeing his own heart was dying. Donghae shrieked in panic, holding Hyukjae’s heart, embracing it, forgetting his own heart.
‘No, don’t. Please, don’t die.’ Donghae pleaded, crying more than before. ‘No, Hyukjae’s heart, please, don’t die. Please, I beg.’
Hyukjae felt like his soul was taken from his body, he fell on the floor lifelessly, and he started crying, maybe because his heart was dying, maybe because of how Donghae treasured his heart more than him, so that he was crying over it or maybe because of both. Or maybe because he knew that he was too late to realize everything.
‘Don’t die, please.’ Hyukjae whispered between his cry. ‘Please, don’t die. I need you.’ Hyukjae pleaded.
‘I’ll give you to Donghae like you always want to, but please, just don’t die.’ Hyukjae sobbed.
Donghae looked at Hyukjae surprisingly, still embracing his heart. And that collapsed heart gave a small beat.
~End of Heart~
As always, I accept everything include bashing and harsh comment even something like FUCK!! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO WRITE IN ENGLISH, DO YOU?! STOP WRITING!! YOUR WRITINGS ARE SUCK!! Or maybe like hnjhnngpnuvgt1b35nvbenvcnpgngnbmgjr!! YOU ARE SUCK!! MY 3 YEARS OLD COUSIN IS BETTER THAN YOU AT WRITING!! I won’t delete your comment or angry at you, I swear.
Pairing : Hyukhae
WC : 1,056
Summary : Donghae came to Hyukjae, his heart on his hands.
Warning : metaphor, un-betaed
A/N :It’s a ‘I-must-write-anything’ project for myself and because i'm really Hyukhae deprived now. The idea popped out of my mind because of my insomnia. And for leona_green , I’ll post your birthday fic as soon as I finish that *It’s freaking late for maybe more than one month, sorry*
Hearts
Donghae came to Hyukjae, hands covered with blood, a round wound on his chest, blood still flowing from the wound, and his heart on his hands, yet he came with smile, offering his fresh heart to Hyukjae, still smiling happily.
Hyukjae winced, staring at the bleeding heart which still beat, pumping out every drop of blood, and he ran, scared.
Donghae sneaked in to his room at night, his heart on his both hands still, blood dripping on the floor, and Hyukjae chased him away, afraid of the blood would stain his too-tidy room.
And again, Donghae came to him, offering his heart, more likely giving it to Hyukjae for free, still red with blood, and Hyukjae froze.
Donghae stared at the man in front him, whom had a hole on his chest too, still bleeding because of the new wound. Donghae hoped Hyukjae would exchange his heart with his. But Hyukjae hid his hands behind his back, then shook his head, simply rejecting his heart, and walked away.
Donghae saw his own heart wrenching, pumping out too much blood, until he thought he would die because of losing too much blood. And the pain shot up right on his body.
Hyukjae held his heart on his hands as he walked away, heart pumping out fresh blood, blood staining the floor.
***************
Donghae sat beside him, hands still holding his heart, but now only showing it to Hyukjae, or maybe waiting for Hyukjae to take it or exchange it with his own heart. Hyukjae couldn’t take Donghae’s heart. What if he didn’t take care of his heart, what if he hurt his heart, what if his clumsiness killed his heart, and other what-ifs. He couldn’t do the exchange. Because he, himself, was afraid, since Donghae was a forgetful person, he would forget where he put his heart.
Donghae asked everyone, even anyone, where Hyukjae’s heart was. No one knew. Donghae confronted Sungmin one night, because he was the one of the potential people, but Sungmin ripped out his chest, showing that he still owed his own heart. Donghae asked Junsu, but Junsu did the same thing like Sungmin did.
And again, Donghae sneaked in to Hyukjae’s cold room at one of winter nights, decided to let his heart fell onto the floor with a small thud noise. And woke up in the next morning, naked on Hyukjae’s bed and Hyukjae was nowhere to find. Donghae picked his heart, after wearing his clothes, bruises were everywhere on his body, cold attacking his body. He shouldn’t have let his heart fell on the floor, because now his heart was as bruised as his body and the pain and the coldness jabbed his body like thousand needles.
Donghae sat on his bed, hugging his knees, staring at his bruised heart blankly, hearing the movement of the clock needle, waiting for his heart to heal as his vision was getting blurry and soon tears dominated his eyes and flowed out.
Hyukjae stepped into his room, floor was flooded by blood. He opened up a wooden box from under his bed, sighing in relief that it was not blood from his heart, but soon realizing that it was from a neglected heart on the floor on the morning before. It was Donghae’s and he saw, by himself, his heart pumping out blood out of control, flooding the floor, mixed together with Donghae’s blood, making him hard to breath. And when his heart stopped pumping, it was getting paler than before.
***************
Donghae stared two hearts on his hands. Staring sadly at one, the palest one, almost burst to crying. Color was pale grey, he could see the weak veins, pumping out blood tiredly. Blood flowing from the pale heart slowly, beating weakly, almost hopelessly.
He held the almost died heart in grief, crying over it. The heart was being treated badly, being kept in a box on the darkest corner of the room, without any sunshine, without any air to breath. Donghae put the heart to his chest, almost put it in onto his chest when Hyukjae entered his room, screaming and grasped his own heart abruptly. Donghae shrieked in horror, afraid that the heart would perish on Hyukjae’s abrupt grasp. Hyukjae glared at him angrily, holding the heart, blood flowing too much for the almost died heart.
Donghae cried when Hyukjae left his room without any word, only a sound of slammed door. Donghae thought, if he was the one whom took care of Hyukjae’s heart, it wouldn’t be like that.
Pulling out the box, putting back his heart, Hyukjae cried, the heart wouldn’t die, no matter how he wanted it to die. No matter how, his heart wouldn’t die itself.
***************
Donghae shrieked, Hyukjae raised a knife towards his own heart. Donghae pushed him, more likely threw himself to Hyukjae, Hyukjae fell on the floor and Donghae took Hyujae’s heart, running away from the owner. It happened so fast.
Hyukjae found Donghae, crying on the corner of practice room, hands holding dearly both his own heart and Hyukjae’s. Donghae screamed in his crying as he saw Hyukjae, chasing him away.
‘I won’t give it back to you! I am not going to give it back to you!’
‘I hate you!’ Those words were said, and Hyukjae’s heart collapsed, beating weaker than before yet pumping out more blood, its last drops of blood.
Hyukjae fell on his knees weakly, seeing his own heart was dying. Donghae shrieked in panic, holding Hyukjae’s heart, embracing it, forgetting his own heart.
‘No, don’t. Please, don’t die.’ Donghae pleaded, crying more than before. ‘No, Hyukjae’s heart, please, don’t die. Please, I beg.’
Hyukjae felt like his soul was taken from his body, he fell on the floor lifelessly, and he started crying, maybe because his heart was dying, maybe because of how Donghae treasured his heart more than him, so that he was crying over it or maybe because of both. Or maybe because he knew that he was too late to realize everything.
‘Don’t die, please.’ Hyukjae whispered between his cry. ‘Please, don’t die. I need you.’ Hyukjae pleaded.
‘I’ll give you to Donghae like you always want to, but please, just don’t die.’ Hyukjae sobbed.
Donghae looked at Hyukjae surprisingly, still embracing his heart. And that collapsed heart gave a small beat.
~End of Heart~
As always, I accept everything include bashing and harsh comment even something like FUCK!! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO WRITE IN ENGLISH, DO YOU?! STOP WRITING!! YOUR WRITINGS ARE SUCK!! Or maybe like hnjhnngpnuvgt1b35nvbenvcnpgngnbmgjr!! YOU ARE SUCK!! MY 3 YEARS OLD COUSIN IS BETTER THAN YOU AT WRITING!! I won’t delete your comment or angry at you, I swear.