[Drabbles] Trinity [HyukHaeMin]
Title: Trinity (Part 1/2)
Author: BinkiKitty
Pairing: HyukHaeMin, Haemin, Hyukhae, Hyukmin (Squint really, really, really hard for HanHeeBum?)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Donghae and Sungmin struggle to accept one another in their relationship with Hyukjae.
1. Acquiescence
Donghae throws a fit the first time Hyukjae suggests opening up their relationship to Sungmin. He screams, cries, swears, and Hyukjae is forced to laugh it off as a joke while Sungmin stands dejectedly behind the closed bedroom door.
The second time Hyukjae proposes the idea, Donghae sobs in a heap on the floor, soaking the front of his shirt with hot, sticky tears. He asks Hyukjae if he’s been a bad boyfriend. Isn’t he already enough? And Hyukjae, who cannot bear the sight of the younger boy in tears, pulls him into his arms and says, “Never mind. I’m sorry.”
Sungmin is in the room with them the third time the issue arises. This time Donghae yells insults at the blond haired boy sitting patiently on the couch (Slut! Bastard! Liar!).The calm surrounding him infuriates Donghae and drives him to send his palm flying against the boy’s face - again and again and again - until Hyukjae yanks him away violently by the arm, grabs his face in one hand and says, without hesitating, that he’ll leave them both “if this is how it’s going to be.”
Donghae is too afraid to lose Hyukjae by the fourth time he suggests the idea. A small space is made to fit Sungmin into a relationship that used to only be theirs.
2. Boxes
Several months later they’re hauling furniture into their new apartment. Sungmin doesn’t think he’s ever seen so many boxes packed into one living room. Do they really own so much stuff?
He tears at the tape securing one of the boxes with a razor blade and stares down at the multitude of frames and loose pictures nestled safely within the cardboard walls - many of which feature Hyukjae and Donghae caught in the middle of a romantic embrace, a game, or cuddled in their sleep. Sungmin cradles one frame in his hands, brushes specks of dust from the glass with the tips of his slender fingers; a picture of himself. Alone. His heart aches when he realizes he’s never been given the opportunity to take a picture with them.
The pain in his chest grows when, later, he finds the two pressed up against the wall in the kitchen, all lips and teeth and gasps and Hyukjae’s fingers tangled in Donghae’s silk chocolate hair.
3. Understanding
Some mornings Hyukjae will wake up an hour early just to spend some time with his pink-clad lover while Donghae sleeps nestled beneath the blankets of their shared bed. Most days Sungmin has already been up for hours and is busy tidying up the living room or is composing in the office at the back of the apartment. Hyukjae waits until he’s done singing his song before moving, because Sungmin is a great composer and he never wants to be left out of that part of the other boy’s world. Then he smiles down at the bright eyes watching him and leans his head forward to press his lips to the pouting mouth beneath him; kisses him like he’s never kissed him before.
Sungmin hardly touches him when Donghae is around to keep the peace, and Hyukjae feels like this is the only way he can ever repay him for being so patient.
4. Cerulean
The weather’s nice at the beach. After their photo-shoot, the managers take pity on the boys and grant them a half hour to themselves before their next schedule. It’s a welcome relief from the soul wearing overwork; the salty air fills Donghae’s lungs and he is refreshed. Hankyung rushes past him, arms and legs flailing, Heechul and Kibum hot on his heels, tossing clumps of sand against the opposing wind. Someone screams a curse, there is a splash, and when he looks again Kibum has somehow ended up sandwiched at an awkward angle between Heechul (on top) and Hankyung (on the bottom). The Chinese man fights to keep the waves from washing into his mouth.
Donghae can’t help but smile at how wonderfully familiar it all feels, especially since his own life is so very unfamiliar to him. He kicks off his shoes, pulls off his socks, and wriggles his toes in the wet sand until the waters wash up over his feet, clearing them of the earth. “You look good with the sun in your eyes.” His smile is hard to contain as Hyukjae falls into step beside him, grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze. Sungmin approaches them from the side, where he’d been playing with Shindong, and in no time the three are walking side by side beneath the sunlight.
They talk about nothing in particular: the schedule, what to make for dinner, what good movies are supposed to be on tonight; the guitarist laughs, smiles, meets their eyes without hesitation and Donghae thinks he doesn’t mind sharing at least this much intimacy with Sungmin. It almost feels the way it used to, when he and Hyukjae were simply he and Hyukjae, when everything was right - until Hyukjae leans in to kiss him. From the corner of his eye, Donghae catches Sungmin’s eyes lingering on their faces for one beat too long before he sighs and turns his head away politely, directing his gaze to the sparkling blue waters instead.
5. Pumpkin Pie
Sungmin will spend his time cooking dinner while the other two are gone. He finds it easier to relax when two very different pairs of eyes aren’t looking at him in two very different ways. The radio is his biggest comfort, because if he misses Hyukjae all he has to do is tune to SUKIRA while he waits for the water to boil. His body will sway to the rhythm of whatever song his two favorite DJs decide to play, shameless in his frilly pink apron. That’s how Donghae finds him one night when he arrives home much earlier than usual.
At first they stumble in each other’s presence - the dancer is not used to such a domestic Sungmin, and the singer has never felt so anxious in front of anyone but Hyukjae. The silence between them is louder than Blackbeat’s ‘Wing’ blasting from the radio and seems to last forever. But then Sungmin beckons to the younger boy with a friendly smile and almost instinctively, the two fall into each other’s natural rhythm.
“Try some,” the blond says with a forkful of sweet pumpkin pie hovering just outside of Donghae’s mouth. “and tell me how it tastes.”
The dancer tells him it tastes better than anything he’s ever tasted and lets Sungmin wipe the crumbs from his chin while he shoves another piece into his mouth, ignoring the color rising to the shorter man’s cheeks.