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Breaking Point
SuJu - Hyukhae
1345 words; PG? PG-13?
In which Donghae is stupid and a bit of a tease.
At first, Hyukjae just shrugged it off as admiration or affection.
Being a skilled dancer himself--Hyukjae was modest, but not stupid--, he knew how to appreciate talent in others. And the boy was good-looking enough, Hyukjae recognized; the shrieking, rabid, clawing fangirls were living proof. Besides, he was one of his closest friends.
So it hadn't seemed too odd to Hyukjae when he realized that he liked to watch Donghae.
Until Sungmin elbowed him sharply in the side one day after Heechul had blackmailed Donghae into performing with him for everyone a different style of dance. It involved quite a bit of sashaying and hip-swaying and thrown smoldering looks--Heechul's said looks were coupled with winks and thrown solely in the direction of Kibum, who sank lower in his seat and covered his face with his hands--, and induced catcalls from some of the members.
Sungmin leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "You might want to close your mouth, you're starting to droo~ool."
Hyukjae was about to elbow him back and hiss, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about", until he realized in consternation that his eyes were glued to the Donghae's hips, his mouth was, indeed, wide open, and his heart was pounding.
Oh, crap.
*
Even with the earth-shattering realization that Hyukjae was attracted to his very male friend, he hardly had a problem acting normally around said friend (unless the boy was being particularly clingy--and there was just no stopping Donghae when he was feeling clingy--, but that was a completely different story).
There were exceptions.
"It's been so long since we've been out together, just the two of us, Hyuk," the younger boy chirped during dessert. Hyukjae gnawed on the inside of his cheek and nodded mutely. Because, he thought, there was just no point in opening his mouth if only incoherent gurgles would come out.
He had never, ever realized before The Epiphany just how inappropriately Donghae consumed ice cream. The other boy closed his eyes in delight, savoring each spoonful with almost palpable pleasure and intermittent breathy sighs of satisfaction, carefully lapping all traces of ice cream from the spoon before digging in again, running his tongue tantalizingly along his bottom lip to catch a stray--
"Hyuk, are you okay?" Hyukjae tore glazed eyes away from that mouth to meet the brunette's gaze and nodded dumbly. "You've been awfully quiet since dessert came out," Donghae continued in earnest, "You haven't even touched your cake!"
Immediately, the blonde stabbed at the innocent confection on his plate and ate vigorously in a valiant attempt to purge himself of his thoughts. A stifled giggle.
"What?" he mumbled around the mouthful of half-chewed cake.
Suddenly, Donghae leaned in, causing alarms to fire off in Hyukjae's head, warning him to move back, move back now. So naturally, Hyukjae froze, wide-eyed, and nearly choked on the cake when the other slowly brushed his index finger along the corner of his mouth.
"You got cream on your lip." Another giggle. Donghae pulled back, and under Hyukjae's horrified gaze, happily licked the frosting off his finger.
*
It was so quiet Hyukjae could hear the air conditioner running in the living room. This was not something that happened in a house of twelve young men. He revolved slowly, eyeing the furniture with suspicion. This could only mean that--
"ATTACK!" came the screech behind him. Hyukjae whirled around, but a brown-topped missile was already hurtling at him at the speed of sound, knocking him off his feet and onto the floor with a resounding crash. The blonde groaned as he looked up at Donghae's beaming face and reminded himself to never let his best friend near sugar again.
"Get off me, you freak," he wheezed, pounding on the brunette's back.
"But it's so comfortable!" Donghae mock-protested, nuzzling against the older boy's cheek playfully. Hyukjae grimaced--he had forgotten Donghae was particularly clingy on a sugar high.
It was quiet for a moment as the younger boy basked in his triumph and Hyukjae regained his breath. Donghae stared down at him with a dazzling smile, and Hyukjae fought not to make dime novel comparisons between Donghae's eyes and shining, soulful honey-brown orbs. Donghae shifted his body on top of Hyukjae's to find a more comfortable position, and Hyukjae squeaked embarrassingly.
*
A yank into the room and the slamming of the door, and suddenly a pair of hands were clenching at his shirt and flashing eyes were boring into his.
"Why are you avoiding me?" Donghae demanded.
"W-what are you talking about?" Hyukjae's eyes darted back and forth in desperate search for an escape route. The only possible way out was the door, but he was currently trapped against it by his nearly seething best friend. Hyukjae supposed he could make a break for the window, but they were six stories up and he had no desire to end up as a splat on the sidewalk.
"Don't lie to me, Lee Hyukjae,"--the blonde winced, because he was always just Hyuk--"I know you are. You haven't talked to me in days, you go out of your way to avoid me, y-you don't like it when I touch you..." As if to prove his point, Donghae pressed a palm against Hyukjae's cheek. Hyukjae flinched, and felt the brunette's form tremble against him at his reaction. Fuck.
"A-are you mad at me? I don't know what I did wrong, please tell me..."
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. This wasn't happening. If he--
"I'll do anything to make things better..." Donghae's grip on Hyukjae's shirt loosened, and the younger boy pressed his face against the blonde's chest, shoulders shaking.
He was. Fuck. This was so. Fucking. Wrong.
When Donghae finally looked up, his brown eyes were wide and pleading, eyelashes trembling with tears. Hyukjae bit back a groan and weakly pressed himself against the door.
... He was not getting off on his best friend's distress.
"Hyukah, please..." Donghae bit his lip and gripped Hyukjae's arms.
Oh, fuck it.
He shoved Donghae away, sending the boy stumbling back until he landed onto the bed with an oomph, hurt and bewilderment in his eyes. Hyukjae waited patiently for the boy catch his breath before he pounced.
*
Sharp rapping at the door jerked Donghae from dreams of fairies and elves and and glitter and clouds. Groggily opening his eyes, he blinked at the sight of Hyukjae's sleeping face inches from his own. Next, he felt the weight of the other boy's arm across his waist, restraining his movement. His final realization was that they were both quite naked under the sheets.
Donghae blinked again, but the memories came rushing back, the frantic kisses and touches, writhing and whimpering and wanting, needing. He flushed and smiled fondly at the slumbering face. Hyukjae was completely knocked out, but he had been the one doing most of the work. The noise didn't disturb the older boy at all. Donghae pressed a kiss to the blonde's forehead and carefully eased out of his arms.
"Hold on, I'm coming," he called softly, glancing around. He quickly grabbed his boxers and a T-shirt--Hyukjae's, he noted--and dressed. Yanking the door open, he was greeted by an irritable Heechul leaning against the doorway.
"It's about time," the other boy snapped, "Do you know how long I've been knocking? I was just about to leave--" He paused, taking in Donghae's tousled hair, messy attire, and sleepy expression. Heechul shoved the boy to the side and stepped into the room. His eyebrows rose at the sight of the sleeping blonde on the bed, and he turned back to Donghae, who was fidgeting and studying his feet with intense interest. A sigh. "Really, Pinocchio," he remarked, crossing his arms over his chest, "And here I thought you'd plan better. It's only 6 pm."
The younger boy blushed, but when he met Heechul's eyes, his lips curved up into a cheeky grin.
"Well, you know what they say. Third time's the charm." Sparkling eyes and a V-sign.
Victory.
SuJu - Hyukhae
1345 words; PG? PG-13?
In which Donghae is stupid and a bit of a tease.
At first, Hyukjae just shrugged it off as admiration or affection.
Being a skilled dancer himself--Hyukjae was modest, but not stupid--, he knew how to appreciate talent in others. And the boy was good-looking enough, Hyukjae recognized; the shrieking, rabid, clawing fangirls were living proof. Besides, he was one of his closest friends.
So it hadn't seemed too odd to Hyukjae when he realized that he liked to watch Donghae.
Until Sungmin elbowed him sharply in the side one day after Heechul had blackmailed Donghae into performing with him for everyone a different style of dance. It involved quite a bit of sashaying and hip-swaying and thrown smoldering looks--Heechul's said looks were coupled with winks and thrown solely in the direction of Kibum, who sank lower in his seat and covered his face with his hands--, and induced catcalls from some of the members.
Sungmin leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "You might want to close your mouth, you're starting to droo~ool."
Hyukjae was about to elbow him back and hiss, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about", until he realized in consternation that his eyes were glued to the Donghae's hips, his mouth was, indeed, wide open, and his heart was pounding.
Oh, crap.
*
Even with the earth-shattering realization that Hyukjae was attracted to his very male friend, he hardly had a problem acting normally around said friend (unless the boy was being particularly clingy--and there was just no stopping Donghae when he was feeling clingy--, but that was a completely different story).
There were exceptions.
"It's been so long since we've been out together, just the two of us, Hyuk," the younger boy chirped during dessert. Hyukjae gnawed on the inside of his cheek and nodded mutely. Because, he thought, there was just no point in opening his mouth if only incoherent gurgles would come out.
He had never, ever realized before The Epiphany just how inappropriately Donghae consumed ice cream. The other boy closed his eyes in delight, savoring each spoonful with almost palpable pleasure and intermittent breathy sighs of satisfaction, carefully lapping all traces of ice cream from the spoon before digging in again, running his tongue tantalizingly along his bottom lip to catch a stray--
"Hyuk, are you okay?" Hyukjae tore glazed eyes away from that mouth to meet the brunette's gaze and nodded dumbly. "You've been awfully quiet since dessert came out," Donghae continued in earnest, "You haven't even touched your cake!"
Immediately, the blonde stabbed at the innocent confection on his plate and ate vigorously in a valiant attempt to purge himself of his thoughts. A stifled giggle.
"What?" he mumbled around the mouthful of half-chewed cake.
Suddenly, Donghae leaned in, causing alarms to fire off in Hyukjae's head, warning him to move back, move back now. So naturally, Hyukjae froze, wide-eyed, and nearly choked on the cake when the other slowly brushed his index finger along the corner of his mouth.
"You got cream on your lip." Another giggle. Donghae pulled back, and under Hyukjae's horrified gaze, happily licked the frosting off his finger.
*
It was so quiet Hyukjae could hear the air conditioner running in the living room. This was not something that happened in a house of twelve young men. He revolved slowly, eyeing the furniture with suspicion. This could only mean that--
"ATTACK!" came the screech behind him. Hyukjae whirled around, but a brown-topped missile was already hurtling at him at the speed of sound, knocking him off his feet and onto the floor with a resounding crash. The blonde groaned as he looked up at Donghae's beaming face and reminded himself to never let his best friend near sugar again.
"Get off me, you freak," he wheezed, pounding on the brunette's back.
"But it's so comfortable!" Donghae mock-protested, nuzzling against the older boy's cheek playfully. Hyukjae grimaced--he had forgotten Donghae was particularly clingy on a sugar high.
It was quiet for a moment as the younger boy basked in his triumph and Hyukjae regained his breath. Donghae stared down at him with a dazzling smile, and Hyukjae fought not to make dime novel comparisons between Donghae's eyes and shining, soulful honey-brown orbs. Donghae shifted his body on top of Hyukjae's to find a more comfortable position, and Hyukjae squeaked embarrassingly.
*
A yank into the room and the slamming of the door, and suddenly a pair of hands were clenching at his shirt and flashing eyes were boring into his.
"Why are you avoiding me?" Donghae demanded.
"W-what are you talking about?" Hyukjae's eyes darted back and forth in desperate search for an escape route. The only possible way out was the door, but he was currently trapped against it by his nearly seething best friend. Hyukjae supposed he could make a break for the window, but they were six stories up and he had no desire to end up as a splat on the sidewalk.
"Don't lie to me, Lee Hyukjae,"--the blonde winced, because he was always just Hyuk--"I know you are. You haven't talked to me in days, you go out of your way to avoid me, y-you don't like it when I touch you..." As if to prove his point, Donghae pressed a palm against Hyukjae's cheek. Hyukjae flinched, and felt the brunette's form tremble against him at his reaction. Fuck.
"A-are you mad at me? I don't know what I did wrong, please tell me..."
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. This wasn't happening. If he--
"I'll do anything to make things better..." Donghae's grip on Hyukjae's shirt loosened, and the younger boy pressed his face against the blonde's chest, shoulders shaking.
He was. Fuck. This was so. Fucking. Wrong.
When Donghae finally looked up, his brown eyes were wide and pleading, eyelashes trembling with tears. Hyukjae bit back a groan and weakly pressed himself against the door.
... He was not getting off on his best friend's distress.
"Hyukah, please..." Donghae bit his lip and gripped Hyukjae's arms.
Oh, fuck it.
He shoved Donghae away, sending the boy stumbling back until he landed onto the bed with an oomph, hurt and bewilderment in his eyes. Hyukjae waited patiently for the boy catch his breath before he pounced.
*
Sharp rapping at the door jerked Donghae from dreams of fairies and elves and and glitter and clouds. Groggily opening his eyes, he blinked at the sight of Hyukjae's sleeping face inches from his own. Next, he felt the weight of the other boy's arm across his waist, restraining his movement. His final realization was that they were both quite naked under the sheets.
Donghae blinked again, but the memories came rushing back, the frantic kisses and touches, writhing and whimpering and wanting, needing. He flushed and smiled fondly at the slumbering face. Hyukjae was completely knocked out, but he had been the one doing most of the work. The noise didn't disturb the older boy at all. Donghae pressed a kiss to the blonde's forehead and carefully eased out of his arms.
"Hold on, I'm coming," he called softly, glancing around. He quickly grabbed his boxers and a T-shirt--Hyukjae's, he noted--and dressed. Yanking the door open, he was greeted by an irritable Heechul leaning against the doorway.
"It's about time," the other boy snapped, "Do you know how long I've been knocking? I was just about to leave--" He paused, taking in Donghae's tousled hair, messy attire, and sleepy expression. Heechul shoved the boy to the side and stepped into the room. His eyebrows rose at the sight of the sleeping blonde on the bed, and he turned back to Donghae, who was fidgeting and studying his feet with intense interest. A sigh. "Really, Pinocchio," he remarked, crossing his arms over his chest, "And here I thought you'd plan better. It's only 6 pm."
The younger boy blushed, but when he met Heechul's eyes, his lips curved up into a cheeky grin.
"Well, you know what they say. Third time's the charm." Sparkling eyes and a V-sign.
Victory.