happytgt
For: happytgt
Title: Raining on Your Parade
Pairing: TeukHyuk, ninja!KiHae
Category: Fluff, Angst, PG
Summary: Hyukjae knows Jungsu is a serious man.
A/N: For my Santee, happytgt! I hope you don't mind that I used their real names, because it's just the way I write. My first time with this pairing, so I really hope you like it *__* And Merry Christmas! :D
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Hyukjae knows Jungsu is a serious man.
It may not seem like it, most of the time. Especially on TV, when they have to participate in silly shows and sillier jokes. Or when they are performing, and Jungsu has this playful smile on his lips, like he knows something you don't.
But Jungsu is actually very serious about things. He has a way of making Hyukjae feel incredibly childish and stupid with a simple face expression. It's rather embarrassing.
All in all, Jungsu is mature.
So, Hyukjae has no reason to doubt him when he comes up one morning to Hyukjae's room and says “Hyukkie, get up, the world's ending.”
Of course, at first he thinks Siwon finally gave up on God... or maybe Sungmin doesn't like pink anymore? That would be serious, I better go check it.
He gets up, puts on some clothes without even looking at them and steps out of his room. For a minute it crosses his mind that Jungsu shouldn't even be on the 11th floor, since he lives on the 12th, but he shrugs it away and pads down the hall. It's not until he's in the living room that his brain registers the deafening sound coming from the balcony.
A storm is raging outside, and Hyukjae gets closer to the glass doors just in time to see a motorbike fly by. He blinks twice at the slowly blackening sky and thinks he's not really awake yet, but a tree and what seems like a chunk of the sidewalk of their building pass in his line of vision and he doesn't know what to do.
The world's ending, alright.
He's about to panic when a hand on his back startles him and he turns around. Jungsu smiles. It's that grim smile that he puts on his face every time something has gone incredibly wrong and he doesn't know how to fix it.
Hyukjae feels his heart break at the utter hopelessness in that smile, even as he's enveloped in a tight hug.
There's a split second of stillness where Hyukjae thinks this is strange. This closeness is strange; they've always been good friends - he's always wanted to be more -, but this feels off, somehow. But something smashes on the balcony outside and Hyukjae is reminded that the world's ending and he shouldn't be over thinking now.
So he hugs back with all his strength, and things finally register in his brain, like a brick being thrown at his head.
“Hyung.” He says, voice hoarse and tiny and nothing like the twenty three years old he is. “Hyung.” He says again, two parts desperation and one part terror. He clings to Jungsu, hands fisting on the older man's shirt, head buried on his neck.
“Shh, it's okay, I'm here.” There's a hand patting his back and another tangled in his hair, and even with their impending doom, Hyukjae has the time to feel elated.
But there's so much he needs to say, and so little time - if the house flying by their balcony is any indication - that he doesn't know if it's better to cry, scream or babble. Maybe he'll do all.
He's about to step away and face Jungsu when there's a shift in the air, and suddenly the older man is holding Hyukjae like a lifeline. The hand patting his back becomes a strong arm around his waist, and the one currently on his hair starts massaging his scalp.
The tension between Jungsu's shoulders is almost visible, and Hyukjae puts a shaking hand there and rubs it, trying to sooth the taut muscles.
They stay like that for a few minutes, plenty of time for Hyukjae to wonder why the dorm is so empty. And why their glass doors and windows are still intact, with the rain and the concrete and the people flying around outside.
There's something morbid on that last thought, and Hyukjae shies away from it.
They're in front of the glass doors, and he tries not to look, he really does, but it's of no use. Hyukjae, with his head still buried in Jungsu's neck, peeks at the scene outside and his breath catches.
The sky has turned black - literally - and by now the rain is so heavy he can barely discern a few meters in front of the balcony. The storm - he's never seen so much lightning in his life - and the wind are loud and unforgiving, but now and then the noise of something smashing against the building can be heard over the cacophony.
Hyukjae pretends he doesn't hear any screams.
He snaps out of his thoughts when Jungsu shifts. The older man puts a little distance between them, so they're looking at each other. Jungsu lifts a hand to caress his cheek, something indiscernible on his face. His hand is shaking.
Hyukjae wants to ask what's wrong, but something holds him back and he just watches as Jungsu struggles with an invisible something. Seconds - minutes - tick by, and the younger man thinks nothing is going to be said.
But then Jungsu grins. It's a tiny, strained grin that barely reaches his eyes, but there's a sort of coyness there that leaves Hyukjae confused.
“It's sad that it takes the end of the world for me to do this.” Jungsu says in a husky voice.
Hyukjae doesn't have time to ask what he means, because Jungsu lowers his face until they're close, noses touching and eyes crossing a little.
And then Jungsu closes the rest of the distance, uncertainty flashing in his eyes before he closes them and kisses Hyukjae.
It's nothing like Hyukjae imagined. He doesn't see sparks, doesn't feel tingles, doesn't hear bells ringing. Instead, he feels warmth spread over his body, his hands shaking from the force with which he's gripping Jungsu's shirt. His heart races, adrenaline running in his veins.
It's nothing like he imagined kissing Jungsu would be. It's better.
There are two arms around his waist now, and Hyukjae moves his aching hands to the older man's neck, caressing the hair at the bare nape and drawing a shiver.
Somewhere between the kiss, the light goes out - only now? - but the two men barely notice, too busy with each other's mouth.
Some time later, they pull apart slightly, panting and flushing like they just ran a marathon.
“Hyung...” is all he can say, too mesmerized and high to think of anything more coherent. Jungsu smiles, and though there's sadness there, there's also a tiny happiness surfacing, like a bubble waiting to burst at the best opportunity.
“I'm sorry... I should have said something sooner. I'm so sorry.” Jungsu's breath hitches, and he clutches Hyukjae again, this time burying his face on the dancer's neck, hiding panicked tears.
Hyukjae is at a loss for words. He's not sure if he should be angry that Jungsu - and himself - took so long, or happy that he wasn't the only one getting tingles everytime they hugged or kissed cheeks or stood too close to each other.
He looks outside and decides that neither angry nor happy; he only feels sad.
They clutch at each other, desperate fingers touching and caressing, silently assuring things they really can't afford to assure. Hyukjae knows he's crying too, but he doesn't care to hide or pretend; he can't waist the precious time they have left.
They kiss again, teeth nipping lips and tongues battling. With their eyes closed and blood rushing in their ears, they don't notice when one of the living room's wall starts cracking.
And then, there's a sudden boom, like a bomb, and they break the kiss, wiping around to see a car - or what's left of it - stuck in the wall closest to them. The wall doesn't resist and crumbles, leaving the living room open for anything that the wind outside might want to throw in.
Hyukjae turns to the side to grab Jungsu and run, but instead, he screams.
The impact of the car broke the glass doors, and Jungsu is covered in shards of glass of various sizes, blood oozing from wounds and staining his white button-up. Hyukjae cries harder - absently wondering why there's not a single shard on himself - and wants to hug Jungsu, but he thinks he's going to hurt him more if he does.
Jungsu smiles, wincing painfully, and draws Hyukjae close, touching their foreheads. He whispers I love-, but Hyukjae never gets to hear the end, because the storm picked up a notch and the dorm shakes on the earthquake that has just began. Water and debris and black and blood everywhere are the last things Hyukjae sees when Jungsu is cruelly ripped away from him by the wind.
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Hyukjae wakes up screaming, lungs burning from the exertion, and he looks wildly around, trying to grasp the situation.
Before he can fully ram in his head the fact that he's in his room, the door bursts open and a flustered Jungsu appears, eyes wide and a little panicked. Hyukjae stares at him in wonder, and some part of his brain has the decency to cringe, because he must look horrible, all sweaty and pale and wide eyed.
“Hyukkie, are you alright? You were screaming and-” But Jungsu can't finish because Hyukjae throws himself at him, crying shamelessly.
“Hyung!” He chokes out, arms tightening around Jungsu's torso. He cries and cries, breath hitching, and his whole frame is shaking from panic and relief.
Jungsu doesn't understand what's wrong, but he hugs Hyukjae anyway, whispering reassurances in his ears. He sits them on Hyukjae's bed and rubs his back gently, trying to calm him down.
“Y-you... you were... I... hyung, I... you died.” Hyukjae manages to say between sobs, the statement leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He feels Jungsu's arms tightening around his body, and he curls more into them. He's never been so glad to wake up from a dream nightmare.
“It was only a nightmare. I'm okay, I'm right here, so just calm down, okay? You'll make yourself sick otherwise.” Jungsu says softly, a surge of protectiveness - and something else, but he'll look into that later - flaring in his chest at Hyukjae's fragility. Hyukjae breathes in and out, slowly, trying to relax, but he never lets go of the older man.
Minutes pass, and when Hyukjae leans more against him, Jungsu looks down at him. “Are you calmer now?”
Hyukjae laughs a little at the scene he just made and nods, looking up, and Jungsu's breath hitches at the adoration in the younger man's eyes. They stare at each other for a second before Hyukjae blushes and hides his face on Jungsu's shoulder.
Jungsu blinks, not really sure of what just happened, but he pats Hyukjae's back. “Hungry?”
Hyukjae nods, disentangling himself from Jungsu and the sheets. The older man gets up and says he's going to set up the table, leaving Hyukjae alone. The dancer looks around, trying to assure himself that nothing's out of place, there is no storm and the world is not going to end.
He pads down the hallway, stopping at the bathroom to wash his face first, and ignores Donghae and Kibum curled up together on the living room's couch. He glances at the balcony and enters the kitchen.
And then, he double takes.
Hyukjae chokes on his own saliva, dread filling him up when he sees, through the glass doors of the balcony, the darkening morning sky. He gapes for a minute, earning concerned glances from the couple on the couch, and turns around again.
With a determined expression on his face, Hyukjae spots Jungsu by the stove and hurries forward, grabbing the older man by the shoulders and turning him. Jungsu blinks, surprised, but Hyukjae doesn't give him time to open his mouth. He kisses Jungsu with force, arms wrapping around the man's neck and chests touching.
It takes Hyukjae a few seconds to realize that there are arms around his waist, and that Jungsu is kissing back. Surprised, Hyukjae breaks the kiss to stare at the older man, eyes wide.
“Oh. I think we need to talk.” Jungsu whispers, mindful of the eavesdropping couple on the living room.
Hyukjae nods mutely, letting go and stepping back a little. Jungsu grabs his hand and takes him from the kitchen, waving a dismissive hand towards the two boys asking them what's wrong.
They step inside Hyukjae's bedroom and the door closes with a definite click.
(Hours later, there's a high pitched laugh coming from Hyukjae’s bedroom, along with a “It's just rain, Hyukjae!”
And then “It's not funny, Jungsu, I thought we were going to die!”
“Since when did I give you permission to call me by my name?”
“Since you kissed back!”
“That does not m-mgfffnnn!”)
Title: Raining on Your Parade
Pairing: TeukHyuk, ninja!KiHae
Category: Fluff, Angst, PG
Summary: Hyukjae knows Jungsu is a serious man.
A/N: For my Santee, happytgt! I hope you don't mind that I used their real names, because it's just the way I write. My first time with this pairing, so I really hope you like it *__* And Merry Christmas! :D
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Hyukjae knows Jungsu is a serious man.
It may not seem like it, most of the time. Especially on TV, when they have to participate in silly shows and sillier jokes. Or when they are performing, and Jungsu has this playful smile on his lips, like he knows something you don't.
But Jungsu is actually very serious about things. He has a way of making Hyukjae feel incredibly childish and stupid with a simple face expression. It's rather embarrassing.
All in all, Jungsu is mature.
So, Hyukjae has no reason to doubt him when he comes up one morning to Hyukjae's room and says “Hyukkie, get up, the world's ending.”
Of course, at first he thinks Siwon finally gave up on God... or maybe Sungmin doesn't like pink anymore? That would be serious, I better go check it.
He gets up, puts on some clothes without even looking at them and steps out of his room. For a minute it crosses his mind that Jungsu shouldn't even be on the 11th floor, since he lives on the 12th, but he shrugs it away and pads down the hall. It's not until he's in the living room that his brain registers the deafening sound coming from the balcony.
A storm is raging outside, and Hyukjae gets closer to the glass doors just in time to see a motorbike fly by. He blinks twice at the slowly blackening sky and thinks he's not really awake yet, but a tree and what seems like a chunk of the sidewalk of their building pass in his line of vision and he doesn't know what to do.
The world's ending, alright.
He's about to panic when a hand on his back startles him and he turns around. Jungsu smiles. It's that grim smile that he puts on his face every time something has gone incredibly wrong and he doesn't know how to fix it.
Hyukjae feels his heart break at the utter hopelessness in that smile, even as he's enveloped in a tight hug.
There's a split second of stillness where Hyukjae thinks this is strange. This closeness is strange; they've always been good friends - he's always wanted to be more -, but this feels off, somehow. But something smashes on the balcony outside and Hyukjae is reminded that the world's ending and he shouldn't be over thinking now.
So he hugs back with all his strength, and things finally register in his brain, like a brick being thrown at his head.
“Hyung.” He says, voice hoarse and tiny and nothing like the twenty three years old he is. “Hyung.” He says again, two parts desperation and one part terror. He clings to Jungsu, hands fisting on the older man's shirt, head buried on his neck.
“Shh, it's okay, I'm here.” There's a hand patting his back and another tangled in his hair, and even with their impending doom, Hyukjae has the time to feel elated.
But there's so much he needs to say, and so little time - if the house flying by their balcony is any indication - that he doesn't know if it's better to cry, scream or babble. Maybe he'll do all.
He's about to step away and face Jungsu when there's a shift in the air, and suddenly the older man is holding Hyukjae like a lifeline. The hand patting his back becomes a strong arm around his waist, and the one currently on his hair starts massaging his scalp.
The tension between Jungsu's shoulders is almost visible, and Hyukjae puts a shaking hand there and rubs it, trying to sooth the taut muscles.
They stay like that for a few minutes, plenty of time for Hyukjae to wonder why the dorm is so empty. And why their glass doors and windows are still intact, with the rain and the concrete and the people flying around outside.
There's something morbid on that last thought, and Hyukjae shies away from it.
They're in front of the glass doors, and he tries not to look, he really does, but it's of no use. Hyukjae, with his head still buried in Jungsu's neck, peeks at the scene outside and his breath catches.
The sky has turned black - literally - and by now the rain is so heavy he can barely discern a few meters in front of the balcony. The storm - he's never seen so much lightning in his life - and the wind are loud and unforgiving, but now and then the noise of something smashing against the building can be heard over the cacophony.
Hyukjae pretends he doesn't hear any screams.
He snaps out of his thoughts when Jungsu shifts. The older man puts a little distance between them, so they're looking at each other. Jungsu lifts a hand to caress his cheek, something indiscernible on his face. His hand is shaking.
Hyukjae wants to ask what's wrong, but something holds him back and he just watches as Jungsu struggles with an invisible something. Seconds - minutes - tick by, and the younger man thinks nothing is going to be said.
But then Jungsu grins. It's a tiny, strained grin that barely reaches his eyes, but there's a sort of coyness there that leaves Hyukjae confused.
“It's sad that it takes the end of the world for me to do this.” Jungsu says in a husky voice.
Hyukjae doesn't have time to ask what he means, because Jungsu lowers his face until they're close, noses touching and eyes crossing a little.
And then Jungsu closes the rest of the distance, uncertainty flashing in his eyes before he closes them and kisses Hyukjae.
It's nothing like Hyukjae imagined. He doesn't see sparks, doesn't feel tingles, doesn't hear bells ringing. Instead, he feels warmth spread over his body, his hands shaking from the force with which he's gripping Jungsu's shirt. His heart races, adrenaline running in his veins.
It's nothing like he imagined kissing Jungsu would be. It's better.
There are two arms around his waist now, and Hyukjae moves his aching hands to the older man's neck, caressing the hair at the bare nape and drawing a shiver.
Somewhere between the kiss, the light goes out - only now? - but the two men barely notice, too busy with each other's mouth.
Some time later, they pull apart slightly, panting and flushing like they just ran a marathon.
“Hyung...” is all he can say, too mesmerized and high to think of anything more coherent. Jungsu smiles, and though there's sadness there, there's also a tiny happiness surfacing, like a bubble waiting to burst at the best opportunity.
“I'm sorry... I should have said something sooner. I'm so sorry.” Jungsu's breath hitches, and he clutches Hyukjae again, this time burying his face on the dancer's neck, hiding panicked tears.
Hyukjae is at a loss for words. He's not sure if he should be angry that Jungsu - and himself - took so long, or happy that he wasn't the only one getting tingles everytime they hugged or kissed cheeks or stood too close to each other.
He looks outside and decides that neither angry nor happy; he only feels sad.
They clutch at each other, desperate fingers touching and caressing, silently assuring things they really can't afford to assure. Hyukjae knows he's crying too, but he doesn't care to hide or pretend; he can't waist the precious time they have left.
They kiss again, teeth nipping lips and tongues battling. With their eyes closed and blood rushing in their ears, they don't notice when one of the living room's wall starts cracking.
And then, there's a sudden boom, like a bomb, and they break the kiss, wiping around to see a car - or what's left of it - stuck in the wall closest to them. The wall doesn't resist and crumbles, leaving the living room open for anything that the wind outside might want to throw in.
Hyukjae turns to the side to grab Jungsu and run, but instead, he screams.
The impact of the car broke the glass doors, and Jungsu is covered in shards of glass of various sizes, blood oozing from wounds and staining his white button-up. Hyukjae cries harder - absently wondering why there's not a single shard on himself - and wants to hug Jungsu, but he thinks he's going to hurt him more if he does.
Jungsu smiles, wincing painfully, and draws Hyukjae close, touching their foreheads. He whispers I love-, but Hyukjae never gets to hear the end, because the storm picked up a notch and the dorm shakes on the earthquake that has just began. Water and debris and black and blood everywhere are the last things Hyukjae sees when Jungsu is cruelly ripped away from him by the wind.
---
Hyukjae wakes up screaming, lungs burning from the exertion, and he looks wildly around, trying to grasp the situation.
Before he can fully ram in his head the fact that he's in his room, the door bursts open and a flustered Jungsu appears, eyes wide and a little panicked. Hyukjae stares at him in wonder, and some part of his brain has the decency to cringe, because he must look horrible, all sweaty and pale and wide eyed.
“Hyukkie, are you alright? You were screaming and-” But Jungsu can't finish because Hyukjae throws himself at him, crying shamelessly.
“Hyung!” He chokes out, arms tightening around Jungsu's torso. He cries and cries, breath hitching, and his whole frame is shaking from panic and relief.
Jungsu doesn't understand what's wrong, but he hugs Hyukjae anyway, whispering reassurances in his ears. He sits them on Hyukjae's bed and rubs his back gently, trying to calm him down.
“Y-you... you were... I... hyung, I... you died.” Hyukjae manages to say between sobs, the statement leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He feels Jungsu's arms tightening around his body, and he curls more into them. He's never been so glad to wake up from a dream nightmare.
“It was only a nightmare. I'm okay, I'm right here, so just calm down, okay? You'll make yourself sick otherwise.” Jungsu says softly, a surge of protectiveness - and something else, but he'll look into that later - flaring in his chest at Hyukjae's fragility. Hyukjae breathes in and out, slowly, trying to relax, but he never lets go of the older man.
Minutes pass, and when Hyukjae leans more against him, Jungsu looks down at him. “Are you calmer now?”
Hyukjae laughs a little at the scene he just made and nods, looking up, and Jungsu's breath hitches at the adoration in the younger man's eyes. They stare at each other for a second before Hyukjae blushes and hides his face on Jungsu's shoulder.
Jungsu blinks, not really sure of what just happened, but he pats Hyukjae's back. “Hungry?”
Hyukjae nods, disentangling himself from Jungsu and the sheets. The older man gets up and says he's going to set up the table, leaving Hyukjae alone. The dancer looks around, trying to assure himself that nothing's out of place, there is no storm and the world is not going to end.
He pads down the hallway, stopping at the bathroom to wash his face first, and ignores Donghae and Kibum curled up together on the living room's couch. He glances at the balcony and enters the kitchen.
And then, he double takes.
Hyukjae chokes on his own saliva, dread filling him up when he sees, through the glass doors of the balcony, the darkening morning sky. He gapes for a minute, earning concerned glances from the couple on the couch, and turns around again.
With a determined expression on his face, Hyukjae spots Jungsu by the stove and hurries forward, grabbing the older man by the shoulders and turning him. Jungsu blinks, surprised, but Hyukjae doesn't give him time to open his mouth. He kisses Jungsu with force, arms wrapping around the man's neck and chests touching.
It takes Hyukjae a few seconds to realize that there are arms around his waist, and that Jungsu is kissing back. Surprised, Hyukjae breaks the kiss to stare at the older man, eyes wide.
“Oh. I think we need to talk.” Jungsu whispers, mindful of the eavesdropping couple on the living room.
Hyukjae nods mutely, letting go and stepping back a little. Jungsu grabs his hand and takes him from the kitchen, waving a dismissive hand towards the two boys asking them what's wrong.
They step inside Hyukjae's bedroom and the door closes with a definite click.
(Hours later, there's a high pitched laugh coming from Hyukjae’s bedroom, along with a “It's just rain, Hyukjae!”
And then “It's not funny, Jungsu, I thought we were going to die!”
“Since when did I give you permission to call me by my name?”
“Since you kissed back!”
“That does not m-mgfffnnn!”)