Anthem of the Angels
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Title : Anthem of the Angels
Type : One/Two/Three(?) Shot
Genre: Angst
Pairing : HyuHae, Kyumin, Kyuhae
Rating : PG-13 (Boys Love)
Summary : Should we love those who love us? or love those we truly love? In the end, both is bound to still bring pain to one or the other..
A/N: The title was inspired by Breaking Benjamin- Anthem of the Angels. My beloved beloved readers, let me know you thoughts on whether I should continue this or not, oki? Leave comments.. and COOKIEEES ^_
Hyukjae walked into the living room, weights still in hand, his white wife beater clinging onto him from the excessive sweating. Without as much as a single pause, he walked to the refrigerator, grabbed a carton of strawberry milk and downed it out in less than a single gulp. Disposing of it in one shot to the trash can, he turned around to walk back to his exercising haven before abruptly freezing in his step at the sight of the sleeping figure on the couch.
He was sprawled haphazardly over the couch, one hand loosely on his stomach, the other hanging off of the couch; his face turned slightly towards the ground, the bulge in his neck way too obvious to the suspiciously aroused perpetrator frozen a few feet away from the couch.
He stood at the doorway to the kitchen and the living room, conveniently unnoticed by Hyukjae and the sleeping figure on the couch, one hand gripping the door frame, the other clenched tight by his side.
Curious. That's all he was, surely.
Yet, noticeably rejected was a part of him that wanted to tear out the very eyes that greedily stared at him. Where it concerns him, such deep desire should only rest within himself, yet he had always fought to reject that same desire, to date. Still, at the sight of Hyukjae's eyes greedily devouring the oblivious figure before him made him feel otherwise, feel the need to put himself out there, to defend his innocent soul, to keep his innocent self all for himself.
Hyukjae took a step towards the couch, eyes unwavering, yet hands slowly starting to curl into the hemline of his wife beater.
He clenched his fist further into his palm and felt the tinging of the nails against naked skin as it started to hurt.
But of course, in reality, that was far from happening. The situation that was now developing between
Hyukjae and him was VERY natural. At least among the 13 members. Everyone knew of them. Their relationship.
He averted his eyes away from the scene before him as Hyukjae neared the couch and knelt down, face much closer to his and walked back towards his bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind him.
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His eyes flew open at the sudden noise, and he woke up to Hyukjae's face leaning into his own, lips breathing sweet scents of temptation.
"um- Hyukkie-ah?" He questioned, dubiously as he watched the face before him turn from skin color to a deep shade of red as Hyukjae pulled away from his position on the floor and fell back onto his hands.
"ah-ha- hahahahaha"
He paused a moment at Hyukjae's burst of awkward laughter and then slowly laughed along.
stupid anchovy, he thought in between laughter, his thoughts slowly recollecting the dream he's been enjoying.
He's been a regular in his dreams lately. Most of the time as the person he wished he could be in his life, but truth be told, he knew that such sweet reality existed only in his dreams.
Collecting himself together, he slipped off the couch and climbed to his feet -the Anchovy still before him- running his fingers playfully through Hyukjae's short hair in the process.
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He listened as the laughter erupted from the other side of the door, - hyukjae .. - his eyes digging caverns on the floor, as his voice followed - donghae-ah-
He closed his eyes and breathed in slowly, and was pulled out from his silent trance to the soft knock on the door behind him. Composing himself once more, he opened the door.
"Kyuhunnie~~" Sungmin's voice sang from outside his bedroom, as Sungmin stepped into the darkness of the room.
"why are you in the dark?" he questioned softly as he switched on the lights letting the room be flooded with light. Sungmin tip toed the game consoles and the game cords sprawled on the floor, past the music stereo - switched it on in the process- walked to the bed in the middle of the room and sat down.
Kyuhyun's eyes slowly searched Sungmin's face as he walked over the mess on the floor to the bed, and when their eyes did finally meet, he could feel in Minnie's eyes the feelings of uncertainty that he had tried so hard to hide within himself.
Taking a step forward, he slowly walked over to where Sungmin sat, and reached out a hand to his face, fingers slowly grazing his cheeks, as his eyes slowly closed. He could feel sympathy and a trace of guilt building at the back of his throat at the sight of his lover, sitting before him, so vulnerable.
As Sungmin flinched slightly as his hands slid off of his face and onto his shoulders, he felt the knot in his throat tighten. His fingers slowly riding down his shoulders, he slowly pushed himself onto Sungmin. As Sungmin fell back onto the bed, his body flush against his own, he un-clenched the knot at the back of his throat and sealed their lips with a sympathetic kiss.
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His fingers reaching for the glass in the cupboard, froze as he felt the familiar arms wrap around his waist. His thoughts re-situated, his fingers grabbed the glass and slowly brought it onto the kitchen counter. Despite of his chin on his shoulder, he went about pouring a glass of milk. His mission accomplished, he then turned around to face the Anchovy clinging onto him.
"Hyukkie~ah?" His voice questioned the figure before him, who stood arms still wrapped about him, forehead now on his shoulder.
"you ok?" his first question being ignored, he questioned once more, setting down the glass, and lifting one hand to Hyukjae's head. As his fingers laced his hair, Hyukjae softly mumbled,
"Hae~ah.."
"hmm?" he replied,
"You feel so far away".. Hyukjae breathed onto his chest, and for a moment, his fingers froze in their momentum as his thoughts raced with questions.
Does he know? Was it obvious? I pray that he doesn't know! How do I honestly explain?
Regaining his composure, his fingers found refuge in Eyunhuk's hair as he softly whispered back,
"How so? I've always been here with you, haven't I?" to which Hyukjae replied with slowly lifting his head, eyes searching eyes for truth.
After a brief moment, Hyukjae's face fell back down to his shoulder with a sigh (of relief?),
"I know."
The silence engulfed them for a few moments.
His mind anywhere but in the moment, he stood leaning against the counter, Hyukjae's arms wrapped around his waist, head against his shoulder, as his fingers thoughtlessly danced the length of Hyukjae's hair.
if i can't find the happiness that i desire, then at least, let me give you the happiness you deserve.
Eyunhuk slowly stretched to his height, lifting his face from his shoulder to face Donghae, his arms tightening around Hae's waist.
He closed his eyes, and leaned in for a kiss, and as their lips collided, Hae could feel a part of him die from within.
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(YES THAT IS kyumin ^_~)
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Title : Anthem of the Angels
Type : One/Two/Three(?) Shot
Genre: Angst
Pairing : HyuHae, Kyumin, Kyuhae
Rating : PG-13 (Boys Love)
Summary : Should we love those who love us? or love those we truly love? In the end, both is bound to still bring pain to one or the other..
A/N: The title was inspired by Breaking Benjamin- Anthem of the Angels. My beloved beloved readers, let me know you thoughts on whether I should continue this or not, oki? Leave comments.. and COOKIEEES ^_
Hyukjae walked into the living room, weights still in hand, his white wife beater clinging onto him from the excessive sweating. Without as much as a single pause, he walked to the refrigerator, grabbed a carton of strawberry milk and downed it out in less than a single gulp. Disposing of it in one shot to the trash can, he turned around to walk back to his exercising haven before abruptly freezing in his step at the sight of the sleeping figure on the couch.
He was sprawled haphazardly over the couch, one hand loosely on his stomach, the other hanging off of the couch; his face turned slightly towards the ground, the bulge in his neck way too obvious to the suspiciously aroused perpetrator frozen a few feet away from the couch.
He stood at the doorway to the kitchen and the living room, conveniently unnoticed by Hyukjae and the sleeping figure on the couch, one hand gripping the door frame, the other clenched tight by his side.
Curious. That's all he was, surely.
Yet, noticeably rejected was a part of him that wanted to tear out the very eyes that greedily stared at him. Where it concerns him, such deep desire should only rest within himself, yet he had always fought to reject that same desire, to date. Still, at the sight of Hyukjae's eyes greedily devouring the oblivious figure before him made him feel otherwise, feel the need to put himself out there, to defend his innocent soul, to keep his innocent self all for himself.
Hyukjae took a step towards the couch, eyes unwavering, yet hands slowly starting to curl into the hemline of his wife beater.
He clenched his fist further into his palm and felt the tinging of the nails against naked skin as it started to hurt.
But of course, in reality, that was far from happening. The situation that was now developing between
Hyukjae and him was VERY natural. At least among the 13 members. Everyone knew of them. Their relationship.
He averted his eyes away from the scene before him as Hyukjae neared the couch and knelt down, face much closer to his and walked back towards his bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind him.
------------
His eyes flew open at the sudden noise, and he woke up to Hyukjae's face leaning into his own, lips breathing sweet scents of temptation.
"um- Hyukkie-ah?" He questioned, dubiously as he watched the face before him turn from skin color to a deep shade of red as Hyukjae pulled away from his position on the floor and fell back onto his hands.
"ah-ha- hahahahaha"
He paused a moment at Hyukjae's burst of awkward laughter and then slowly laughed along.
stupid anchovy, he thought in between laughter, his thoughts slowly recollecting the dream he's been enjoying.
He's been a regular in his dreams lately. Most of the time as the person he wished he could be in his life, but truth be told, he knew that such sweet reality existed only in his dreams.
Collecting himself together, he slipped off the couch and climbed to his feet -the Anchovy still before him- running his fingers playfully through Hyukjae's short hair in the process.
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He listened as the laughter erupted from the other side of the door, - hyukjae .. - his eyes digging caverns on the floor, as his voice followed - donghae-ah-
He closed his eyes and breathed in slowly, and was pulled out from his silent trance to the soft knock on the door behind him. Composing himself once more, he opened the door.
"Kyuhunnie~~" Sungmin's voice sang from outside his bedroom, as Sungmin stepped into the darkness of the room.
"why are you in the dark?" he questioned softly as he switched on the lights letting the room be flooded with light. Sungmin tip toed the game consoles and the game cords sprawled on the floor, past the music stereo - switched it on in the process- walked to the bed in the middle of the room and sat down.
Kyuhyun's eyes slowly searched Sungmin's face as he walked over the mess on the floor to the bed, and when their eyes did finally meet, he could feel in Minnie's eyes the feelings of uncertainty that he had tried so hard to hide within himself.
Taking a step forward, he slowly walked over to where Sungmin sat, and reached out a hand to his face, fingers slowly grazing his cheeks, as his eyes slowly closed. He could feel sympathy and a trace of guilt building at the back of his throat at the sight of his lover, sitting before him, so vulnerable.
As Sungmin flinched slightly as his hands slid off of his face and onto his shoulders, he felt the knot in his throat tighten. His fingers slowly riding down his shoulders, he slowly pushed himself onto Sungmin. As Sungmin fell back onto the bed, his body flush against his own, he un-clenched the knot at the back of his throat and sealed their lips with a sympathetic kiss.
-------------
His fingers reaching for the glass in the cupboard, froze as he felt the familiar arms wrap around his waist. His thoughts re-situated, his fingers grabbed the glass and slowly brought it onto the kitchen counter. Despite of his chin on his shoulder, he went about pouring a glass of milk. His mission accomplished, he then turned around to face the Anchovy clinging onto him.
"Hyukkie~ah?" His voice questioned the figure before him, who stood arms still wrapped about him, forehead now on his shoulder.
"you ok?" his first question being ignored, he questioned once more, setting down the glass, and lifting one hand to Hyukjae's head. As his fingers laced his hair, Hyukjae softly mumbled,
"Hae~ah.."
"hmm?" he replied,
"You feel so far away".. Hyukjae breathed onto his chest, and for a moment, his fingers froze in their momentum as his thoughts raced with questions.
Does he know? Was it obvious? I pray that he doesn't know! How do I honestly explain?
Regaining his composure, his fingers found refuge in Eyunhuk's hair as he softly whispered back,
"How so? I've always been here with you, haven't I?" to which Hyukjae replied with slowly lifting his head, eyes searching eyes for truth.
After a brief moment, Hyukjae's face fell back down to his shoulder with a sigh (of relief?),
"I know."
The silence engulfed them for a few moments.
His mind anywhere but in the moment, he stood leaning against the counter, Hyukjae's arms wrapped around his waist, head against his shoulder, as his fingers thoughtlessly danced the length of Hyukjae's hair.
if i can't find the happiness that i desire, then at least, let me give you the happiness you deserve.
Eyunhuk slowly stretched to his height, lifting his face from his shoulder to face Donghae, his arms tightening around Hae's waist.
He closed his eyes, and leaned in for a kiss, and as their lips collided, Hae could feel a part of him die from within.
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Continue? or drop and start anew? ^_< leave comments! <3
(CREDITS TO OWNER)
(CREDITS TO OWNER)
(CREDITS TO OWNER)
(YES THAT IS kyumin ^_~)
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