Not always perfect
Title: Not Always Perfect
Pairing: HaeHyuk
Genre: Drama, Romance, Slight angst, AU, lil' bit of smut
Rating: Nc-17 (mostly Pg-13)
Warning: Swearing, weird story
Summary: A perfect couple doesn't always end up in a perfect marrige
[Not Always Perfect]
"Unngh! Donghae come on, you know I have to go!" panting, the man let go of his own manhood and spread his legs a little further to give the other more access to his body, causing the brunette to chuckle darkly.
"You're such a damn slut, Hyuk," Donghae stated and started moving in and out of Hyukjae's body as the latter moaned loudly whenever the younger managed to slightly brush against his prostate.
"And you fucking like it. Now faster!" Ignoring the boy underneath him, Donghae continued going slow and smooth -- all just to piss off Hyukjae. "Fucking bastard!” The redhead hissed and when Donghae was off guard, Hyukjae swiftly switched their positions so that he was riding the brunette instead, becoming the one in charge of the speed.
"Seriously, you're even sluttier then a real slut." The male underneath smirked, laying his hands on the other's hips to help him go faster. He didn't get a reply but didn't really care to get any.
No extreme touches or kisses were exchanged between the couple, only a manhood driving in and out of another body in a supposed to be loving act, though it had started taking on another meaning to these two men. It was all done just to experience the pleasure.
"Uuh, fuck," Hyukjae felt himself getting closer as he bumped up and down over the other’s hips and started stroking himself fast. Donghae did nothing to help him come, only letting Hyukjae do the work. Soon he came onto Donghae's abdomen, and the brunette released himself inside Hyukjae's tight walls with a grunt.
They both were covered with a thin layer of perspiration and pants were mixed together as both males started coming down from their high. No glances or words were exchanged while they were gaining back their energy from their previous activity; only small groans and moans were exchanged as Hyukjae rose himself off Donghae's hips and wobbly stood on his feet.
Donghae cast a small glance at the elder’s bare back as he wobbled over the floor to get fresh clothes from his wardrobe, walking further away from Donghae. The latter sighed while panting and closed his eyes again when Hyukjae walked back to the bedside table to get something.
"I'm taking a shower," Hyukjae mumbled mostly to himself, and was about to walk to the bathroom before Donghae's hand suddenly gripped his arm, causing him to stop. "Wha-" Hyukjae fell back on the bed, half on top of Donghae’s chest, and looked at the other with a mix of surprise and annoyance. Donghae just looked back at him with a blank face as a small smirk tugged on his thin lips before giving the elder a sloppy kiss. Hyukjae, who was beyond surprised for this sudden act - since usually Donghae never kissed him like that lately - just stared long enough to not notice that he was suddenly alone and the bathroom door was closed with a loud bang. Slowly, he realized just what the other had done to him.
"FUCK YOU LEE DONGHAE!" Hyukjae kicked the locked door to the bathroom with fury. "I said I was going to take a damn shower first, now I'll be late you fish-brain!" The only thing he could hear was Donghae's happy whistling and soon the water started running. He kicked the door a second time and screamed.
This is how he was going to continue to live like.
Knowing how Donghae wished for his worst, he knew that the man wouldn’t get out of the shower until it was time for Hyukjae to go to work; he instead started washing his face in the kitchen sink while mumbling curses at his husband. After hastily putting on his work clothes, he grabbed one of Donghae’s colognes - which the latter had hid (very badly) because Hyukjae always uses it - and put on a little more than usual to make sure he didn’t smell like sex when he left the house. He put the lid back on and was about to place it back where it was hidden, but stopped and smirked as his eyes landed on the pile of clothes Donghae was supposed to wear today. It was his husband’s nicest outfit and he knew Donghae was attending an important meeting today. He slowly loosened the lid halfway and lazily dropped the bottle on top of the pile of clothes, only the thoughts of how Donghae so simply managed to piss him off soaring in his head. He smiled in satisfaction as he saw the liquid slightly leak out and sucked up by the material. That’s for being such an ass.
“Bye honey!” Hyukjae chanted loudly through the bathroom door, still very satisfied that he had probably ruined Donghae’s day.
Before leaving, though, he hesitated when standing by the open door, looking back with a hint of longing in his eyes. Donghae was still locked into the bathroom and Hyukjae only heaved a sigh as he closed the door and drove off with their shared car.
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Even Hyukjae’s colleagues noticed his happy grin as he walked through the office - some actually found it very creepy - and Sungmin just sighed while glancing over to his friend sitting across his desk, who was tapping his fingers happily at his desk.
“Yah, Hyukjae-ah.”
The addressed male turned around on his chair with a huge smile, causing Sungmin to let out yet another sigh.
“Hey Minnie,” Hyukjae kept on spinning his chair until he became dizzy. “Nice day today, isn’t it?”
“Maybe for you, but I guess Donghae’s not as happy.”
Sungmin was one of few people that knew Hyukjae’s and Donghae’s relationship wasn’t like the flowery, fluffy rainbow land it had been years ago. All of their surroundings - even their parents - were oblivious of the couple’s withered love the last months, and it was still a mystery to the blonde friend why the couple stayed together. “What did you do to him?”
The younger smirked and shrugged with his shoulders lazily. “I didn’t do anything to him. I just accidentally laid his favorite bottle of cologne on top his finest clothes.” Sungmin frowned slightly, and then the redhead slapped his own thigh with a fake smile. “Oh that’s right - I forgot to put on the lid to the bottle, too. I knew there was something I forgot to do before I left home, how stupid of me.”
Sungmin closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He had been friends with both males for so long, but he had never thought that either of them had such mean sides. Thinking about what Hyukjae just had done, he knew Donghae would probably strangle him.
“Hyuk… Why won’t you two solve this?” Hyukjae’s smile drastically dropped and turned into a strained facial grimace at the elder for bringing it up. “Honestly, you can’t keep on going like this. I don’t think either of you really want to live that kind of life you do at the moment.”
“Solve it how? Getting divorced? I don’t think our parents would be too pleased.”
“Then do you think they’d be happy to see you two almost kill each other?”
“Hey, we don’t do that!” Hyukjae protested.
“It’s close enough. And will you be happy living by his side for the rest of your life?”
Sungmin saw the younger was about to answer, but then shut his mouth again and turned his head to another direction so he wouldn’t have to face him. It was visible from afar, though, that something bothered the younger.
“Min, we’re both grown-ups so we can handle this ourselves, okay?” Hyukjae spun around his chair and grinned once again as he faced Sungmin again.
“But neither of you act like it." Sungmin sighed and looked seriously at his friend. "Hyuk, what really happened? One day you two were so in love that both of you would have sacrificed your own lives for each other, and the next you were giving each other the cold shoulder. Something must’ve happened.”
Sungmin knew he was entering that sensitive area again. Hyukjae’s grin fell and he turned back to face his desk. That’s how it always goes. Hyukjae would never tell him what made them fall out of love or why they were fighting.
“Our love just withered,” he said quietly. “He simply wasn’t the one, I guess.”
Sungmin stopped asking questions as he noticed the drop of Hyukjae’s mood and went back to work.
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The day felt like it passed way too fast and soon Hyukjae was back in his happy mood while driving the car back home, longing to get some rest after a tiresome day of writing on his deadline. Just seconds after entering the empty apartment, he had already thrown himself on the couch in the living room. He turned on the television and didn’t really care which channel was showing - he just wanted to hear something else so it wouldn’t feel like he was alone. A feeling of something missing intruded his chest and he heaved a deep sigh, letting his fingers sneak inside his shirt and meet with a warm metal chain that felt heavy against his chest.
Was it all really worth it? He thought like so many other times, and let the necklace go to back to rest against his chest inside his clothes. The room grew darker with the time and before he knew it, Hyukjae had fallen asleep.
A flick on his forehead made him stir in his sleep and sit up straight while rubbing the hurt spot, realizing someone else was there with him. Of course the guilty one was none other than Donghae who was glaring down at his pouting face. Hyukjae saw the other was wearing a different outfit than the one he had prepared this morning, and it wasn’t as fancy. He couldn’t help but let a small smirk grow on his lips, knowing he had most likely succeeded in making the other’s day suck.
“Well you smell nice today, baby,” Donghae said stiffly and wore a bittersweet smile as he let both of his knees lean down on each side of Hyukjae’s legs, straddling his lap. His warm fingers tugged gently at the red strands to make the elder male face him properly.
Hyukjae returned the fake smile and slightly stuck out his tongue. “And you don’t smell as nice as I thought you would.”
Donghae scoffed and went back to glare instead at the other.
“You know…” the latter settled himself down on Hyukjae’s hips and purposely close to his crotch, slightly massaging the other’s scalp. “You’ll have to pay for that suit.”
Hyukjae couldn’t resist the blissful feeling of Donghae’s hands in his hair and only returned a soft hum while closing his eyes, slowly drowning in the comfort. Donghae leaned forward to bite at Hyukjae’s ear, and successfully making the man moan. The brunette gave the ear a lick and continued nibbling on it, waiting until he felt a pair of hands sneaking under his shirt before pressing his hips closer to Hyukjae’s. Another moan was heard from the older male, making Donghae’s smirk widened. His hand went down to Hyukjae’s legs and drew patterns on his inner thighs - dangerously close to his crotch.
“Uhnn D-Donghae, don’t tease…” Hyukjae let out yet another moan as Donghae found his clothed member and started stroking it through his jeans. His lips continued nibbling and licking their way through the other’s sharp jawline and down his neck. Hyukjae’s hips started to move unconsciously in search for more friction against his bulge, but got none of that.
Instead the latter continued to guide his hands up under Donghae’s shirt to feel those incredibly nice abs he secretly adored. His breath hitched as the other’s hand slid inside his jeans; now he could feel the contact of the warm hand much more, and his head fell back against the backrest. Donghae continued sucking on his collarbone until Hyukjae pushed carefully at his chest.
“B-bed?”
Donghae pulled away with a smirk and then licked the corner of Hyukjae’s mouth.
“Not until you’ve paid me that suit.”
And with that, the hand disappeared from Hyukjae’s bulge and out of his jeans, as Donghae made his way out of the living room leaving him confused.
“Wasn’t that the damn payment?” He shouted after the brunette who returned with a chuckle.
“Now that’s why you appear as a slut. I want to have the payment as money, not sex.” He gave Hyukjae an annoying smile before retreating to the bedroom. Hyukjae groaned and stomped after his husband while mumbling “Stupid, fish-head, I’ll make fish sticks out of you,” and other curses for just leaving him like that.
Hyukjae stopped by the door for their shared bedroom when he saw Donghae was already getting undressed - pulling down his shirt from his shoulders, and damn that back of his. Hyukjae felt his already semi-hard erection twitch at the sight. Everything about Donghae was so perfect. Almost everything. Hyukjae heaved a deep breath, earning the younger’s attention.
‘Ignore him, just ignore him. Think about snail-eating dogs and then it’ll-‘
“Hey.”
He looked up from the floor and wasn’t met by Donghae’s eyes - more like nipples, and his toned chest and - he had to look away again before he lost it.
Hyukjae didn’t bother to answer and just walked to his side of the king-sized bed and started undressing himself without sparing a glance at the other. Donghae continued gaping at him and Hyukjae had to turn his back so the other wouldn’t see the bugle still being formed in his boxers from their previous activities.
“I said ‘hey’!” the brunette repeated annoyed. “Are you mad now? You know that I’m the one who should be angry, not you.”
Donghae sighed and crashed on the bed as he wasn’t given any response. His eyes slowly traveled along Hyukjae’s pale, bare back and up his spine to his neck where it was met by his contrasting red hair. To Donghae’s displeasure, it was soon covered again by a large t-shirt. The older man lay down with his back facing Donghae and he turned off the lamp on the nightstand, still not paying the other any attention.
Ten minutes passed and Donghae knew Hyukjae hadn’t fallen asleep because his breath was forced and he was lying too stiffly. The brunette smirked as he watched the other’s back raise and fall painfully slow.
“You’re still hard, aren’t you?”
“Shut up!” Hyukjae hissed annoyingly. He was so glad Donghae wasn’t able to see the blush on his cheeks.
Donghae smiled a little.
“Want me to help you with it?” He anticipated a relived ‘yes’, but Hyukjae’s pride was already too hurt to accept that.
“Just fuck you,” was the only thing his husband answered. Donghae couldn’t really tell by the tone if the elder was angry or sad, but after that he stopped talking to Hyukjae.
‘He really got angry after all.’
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“I won’t come home tonight, so don’t stay up.”
“Why would I bother?” Hyukjae mumbled. “I’m going over to a friend’s later, too, so I won’t be home either.”
Donghae just nodded and pulled on his jacket before heading out without saying anything else.
Hyukjae sat down by the dining table with his laptop to finish his last report before going over to Sungmin’s house. The latter called him earlier and asked him to stay the night “like the old good times,” only back then, Donghae was also there.
He stretched his arms and back in satisfaction as he e-mailed the document to the head of the department and closed his laptop. Before locking the door, he saw that Donghae hadn’t taken the car - which he usually does whenever he gets the chance. He knew Hyukjae wasn’t comfortable with public transportation so he always takes it to annoy him. Maybe Donghae wasn’t going so far away?
Shrugging it off, he smiled as he went back into the house to grab the car keys and proceeded to drive to his friend’s place. His fingers tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song that was currently playing. There was barely any traffic, and it didn’t take too long before he reached his destination.
He pulled up the car next to Sungmin’s house and then comfortably knocked twice before walking in without waiting for a response. Sungmin came and greeted Hyukjae just a minute later and pulled him in for a hug.
“Glad you made it. This is going to be so much fun!” Sungmin practically squeaked. He took Hyukjae’s hand and led him to the living room where he had placed three mattresses next to each other, and to Hyukjae’s surprise, his husband was sitting on one of them while currently looking at his cell phone.
The brunette noticed a third party had entered and looked up only to meet Hyukjae’s face. Both of them stared at each other and then at Sungmin.
“Come on you two, don’t be like that!” The blonde male hit Hyukjae’s arm lightly. “We always did this in high school, so don’t ruin my beautiful memory of it.” Sungmin figured that if the two of them wouldn’t willingly spend some normal quality time together, he would make them do it. He walked to the kitchen and came back with three bottles of beer and handed each of them one.
“You shouldn’t give him alcohol Min,” Donghae stated as he accepted a bottle and glanced towards the redheaded male across of him. “Don’t you remember that party we had? He totally-“
“Shut up, Donghae! That was years ago!” Hyukjae cut him off, not wanting to remember a quite embarrassing situation. Now he figured that growing up a little would make him more tolerant.
“And you haven’t had a single drop since then.” Donghae took a gulp of the beverage and Hyukjae ignored his statement and did the same. Hyukjae’s bottle wasn’t even half-empty before he was starting to get a hiccup. Donghae and Sungmin just smiled, amused with the lightweight male.
They sat in the shape of a triangle on the mattresses, and both Donghae and Sungmin were drinking their second bottle as Hyukjae struggled with his first. His eyes were set on Donghae as he and Sungmin started talking about something he didn’t really listen to, and the urge of hugging his own husband came to him just like that. Donghae noticed Hyukjae’s intense stare, making him frown a little before grabbing Hyukjae’s bottle of beer and putting it further away on the floor before turning back to Sungmin.
“Hyung, have you met anyone lately?” Donghae tried to get into the mood that they had in their younger days and not think about the mumbling monkey next to him.
Sungmin’s cheeks suddenly flushed a little more after already having been colored by the effect of the beer. He started giggling and put away his bottle while playing slightly with his fingers, obviously showing he had someone in mind.
“Actually, I’m kind of going out with a guy right now…” The blonde started to look shy and started doing aegyo to lessen the embarrassment.
“A guy?” The married couple both looked confused (even Hyukjae managed to react in his drunken state), neither of them knowing that their friend swayed that way.
“Y-yes.” He got another fit of giggles before continuing. “I think you already know him, he went to our school as well. His name is Choi Siwon.”
Donghae didn’t say anything, only taking a large amount of beer into his mouth and suddenly finding the shelf in the living rooms corner much more interesting. But Hyukjae, who had been dazed, widened his eyes as he stared at the blonde man, heart leaping faster.
“Siwon? You’re going out with Siwon?!”
Donghae glanced sideways at his so called “other half” getting worked up because his best friend is dating an old fuck of his. ‘Does he still like him that much?’ Donghae bit his inner cheek so he wouldn’t think about it. He felt pain in his heart as he saw Hyukjae’s crushed and confused face, as if he was having an inner struggle just by the mention of a certain person’s name.
“Yes.” Sungmin looked a little surprised at the redhead’s reaction. Hyukjae looked unhappy, and Donghae thought he could guess the reason of it perfectly well, having memories flash through his mind. There was a moment of pause and then to both Sungmin’s and Donghae’s surprise, Hyukjae stood up abruptly and walked out. The oldest male gave Donghae a questioning look but the brunette just shrugged his shoulders and gulped down the last content of beer.
“You’re not going after him?” The front door closed and Sungmin panicked a little - this didn’t go as he had expected.
“Just let him be, he usually gets grumpy like - “The murmur of an engine starting was heard all the way in the house and the two men stared at each other. “He took the car?” Donghae stressed the words frowning, and Sungmin just nodded.
The brunette was on his feet in a second and rushed out of the house not bothering to wear any shoes. Luckily, Hyukjae hadn’t succeeded in driving off yet, and he managed to jerk the car’s door open and pull the redhead out by his arm not very gently. His hand reached for the car keys and snapped them out, and the sound of the engine dies out. Donghae put the keys safely into his pocket before turning back to the elder with a serious expression.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” He was almost yelling as he shook Hyukjae’s shoulders but let his anger subside when he noticed the latter’s tear-stained face. He hadn’t seen Hyukjae cry in years.
Donghae let go of the other’s arm and gave him a light push on his back in the direction of the house.
“Just get back in, okay?”
Donghae walked in right behind Hyukjae, watching the latter’s hanging shoulders and listened to his light sniffs. Sungmin stood by the door and pulled his friend into a hug to console him.
“Hyuk, don’t cry! Why are you even crying?” The blonde almost started crying himself when he was his friend acting like this.
“Guess the alcohol doesn’t have very good effects on him.” The brunette closed the door and pulled off his wet, dirty socks. “Let’s just go to sleep.” He walked past the older males and back to the living room. The others followed after him and Sungmin guided Hyukjae, who had stopped his crying, to the middle mattress.
The redhead dried his tears with his sleeve and crawled under the blanket. He had expected this evening to become a fun one, but it turned out to be the total opposite of it. Memories of the past flashed in his head and had caused him pain.
Donghae soon lied down on the mattress to his left and for a second they were lying face to face, but Donghae uncomfortably turned over to lie on his back. Sungmin excused himself and said he needed to take a shower before going to bed and left the two alone. He also needed some time alone to think, because Hyukjae’s reaction to him dating Siwon must have meant something. ‘He can’t possibly like him, right? Could that be the reason for their weird relationship?’ Sungmin thought worriedly. After all, Hyukjae did start crying right after he mentioned going out with Siwon.
Hyukjae kept on staring at Donghae’s sharp features, and slowly the brunette’s position had turned back to face Hyukjae as he had already fallen asleep. Those pretty lips. He missed receiving loving kisses from Donghae’s soft lips. A lump in his throat started welling up and it hurt too much to hold it back.
“I’m sorry, Donghae,” he whispered quietly towards the brunette, letting his fingertips ghost over his facial features carefully. “I didn’t want to, really. I love you and only you, Hae.”
“No!” Hyukjae stared wide eyed at the taller male in front of him. “No, you can’t do that!” He was scared and his tears were threatening to fall. “Siwon, please, I beg you, don’t!”
Siwon’s low chuckle was filled with evil and madness. “Why not, Hyukkie? It can’t really have any value anyway. It looks just like a little girl’s toy.” A thin silver chain was hanging between the other’s long fingers as he played around with it carelessly. Hyukjae’s heart was racing as he was scared something would happen to the necklace.
He shouldn’t have let Siwon in to begin with.
“S-Siwon, I’ll do anything.” Hyukjae choked on his tears as his shoulder’s hung sadly. “That necklace is the only thing Donghae has left from his father, it means a lot to him!”
“Anything, Hyukkie? Then you’ll do it with me?” Siwon moved closer and stroked his palm from Hyukjae’s cheek to his neck, while Hyukjae could smell the disgusting scent of alcohol lingering on Siwon’s breath.
Hyukjae knew the value of the necklace. He couldn’t let Siwon destroy it, but he didn’t want to dishonor his marriage to have sex with anyone else. He only loved Donghae and only wanted to do it with him, but he couldn’t let any harm come to the necklace. Not right after receiving it from Donghae.
“Please don’t break the necklace,” was Hyukjae’s only answer. Siwon smiled and moved in front of Hyukjae to finally meet those lips he had longed for. Hyukjae protested, but he knew he couldn’t fight it and just stayed motionless on the spot. The taller male pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his tanned muscular body, and within a second he was kissing an emotionless Hyukjae again.
“When is Donghae coming back?” Siwon mumbled against Hyukjae’s skin while sucking on his neck.
“About t-two hours. Siwon, and don’t leave marks!” Hyukjae gave out mixed sounds between moans and sobs and his hands pushed weakly against the taller’s chest.
Siwon let Hyukjae fall to the bed and continued groping his body - both males oblivious to a petrified Donghae peeking through the door.
Tears rolled sideways down his face and wet his pillow. Hyukjae remembered just Donghae’s reaction after that. Carefully not to wake the other, he snuggled closer so that his face would meet his husband’s chest to get a nice feeling of warmth and protection, even though Donghae wasn't aware of his closeness. It had been so long since he slept this close to Donghae's warm body.
Why couldn’t everything just go back to the way it was before? The way it was before he made the biggest mistake of his life, but never took the chance to make everything right. Even if he did, Donghae wouldn’t believe him.
His hand dug inside of the collar of his shirt and pulled out Donghae’s father’s necklace. His tears dried and he fell asleep with a smile when he carefully dug his face back into Donghae’s chest.
Sungmin let out a small breath from where he was standing by the threshold and smiled when he saw the couple sleeping so closely. ‘There’s no way he likes Siwon. Donghae really is the one.’
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