[Super Junior] A Reason to Write You a Love Song
A Reason to Write You a Love Song
Eunhyuk / Donghae
1602 words, G
Summary: Eunhyuk finds out that boy who falls asleep on the bus all the time, his name is Donghae. They could write beautiful love songs together. AU
A/N: Another one of those, no beginning, no end things. Something to get back into the groove of writing… not my favourite piece, but definitely one of my favourite pairings. Beta’ed by the lovely wynter_myst.
Babe, I’ll walk the seven seas
When I believe that there’s a reason
To write you a love song, today
- Love Song / Sara Bareilles
He slept past his bus stop all the time.
Hyukjae did not mean to start noticing him, but this guy was in his music composition class and they always ended up waiting for bus 86 every Friday at the bus stop outside the Music block. Hyukjae only saw him get off twice at the same bus stop. Every other time he slept way past that stop, startled (as though it was the first time happening to him, even if it was the nth), and jumped off the bus. Once when the bus was at a stop because of a jam, Hyukjae saw the guy jump off the bus (at the wrong stop) turn and start running in the opposite direction of traffic.
Hyukjae had wanted to laugh, but he was in a bus full of people so he just watched.
Halfway into the semester, they were assigned a project in pairs. The teacher decided to do it by way of lottery. So that was how Lee Donghae ended up sitting across from him in the cafeteria as they talked about their project over bowls of bibimbap.
“I want to do, this R & B kind of tune, you know. But still like, a super cool tune, catchy but still kind of sentimental,” Donghae talked, spraying bits of rice on the table in his excitement. “We could put a rap in it, or something. And keep like this sort of a beat…” he started tapping the table.
“Right,” Hyukjae nodded. He was making notes of what Donghae said until he realised the guy didn’t stop talking. Notes were pointless. “Cool, we could give it a try.”
Donghae stopped talking at last, giving Hyukjae a wide smile. “Great,” he said, before digging in.
They went home together, sitting together for the first time on bus 86. Donghae got off at the stop that Hyukjae had already determined was his, and said with a sheepish grin before he got off the bus, “I always sleep past my stop. Now that you’re here, I won’t, right?”
Hyukjae only smiled and watched as Donghae got off the bus and started waving at him from the sidewalk. “Yeah,” he laughed.
Music composition was an elective. Hyukjae only picked it because his roommate, Ryeowook, who was a year under him, took it the semester before and proclaimed it the best module he had ever taken. When Hyukjae decided to take the module he had forgotten one little minor fact- he wasn’t really good with the technical part of music.
Donghae was pretty much the same. The guy liked to call him in the middle of the night, leaving him voice messages where he hummed out tunes that he’d thought of on the spot. When Hyukjae asked him about them the next day, Donghae could never remember them. So Hyukjae would stumble out of bed, reach for his manuscript book and start trying to play the tunes out on Ryeowook’s portable keyboard.
Two weeks into their assignment, Hyukjae found himself sitting on bus 86 alone, it was not a Friday), when the words floated into his mind. He got off the bus, ran to the closest flat surface (a park bench) and pulled out the sheets and sheets of music he had meticulously transcribed in the middle of the night.
Then, he started to write.
Hyukjae invited Donghae over the next evening to go over the lyrics. Donghae arrived, clutching a bottle of wine he had picked up from the supermarket and a bag of egg rolls. Hyukjae laughed at the egg rolls. “What is this?”
“My mom sent them,” Donghae shrugged. “I can’t finish them all.”
They scattered the music over the dining table, and Hyukjae played a bit of the tune he had picked out of Donghae’s that fitted with his lyrics. Donghae started drinking sometime in the middle of the second verse. By the end of the night, Donghae was dead drunk.
Hyukjae didn’t drink. He kept quiet as Donghae rambled.
“You know, this music thing is awesome. Music is awesome you know? It brings awesome people together. I can’t even begin to say how awesome you are. People aren’t always really awesome. I’m not, I always forget things, and forget and forget…” Donghae continued as Hyukjae felt it was enough- he reached over and pulled the bottle away from Donghae, but Donghae reached out and grabbed his shoulders.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said wistfully, and for a moment, his eyes looked so clear that Hyukjae thought he wasn’t drunk. Then he leaned over and kissed Hyukjae.
Hyukjae was too stunned to think, and he let Donghae coax his mouth open. It was his first kiss, Hyukjae realised as Donghae’s grip on his shoulders tighten, as he tried to pull Hyukjae closer to him.
Donghae was his first kiss.
Then he felt Donghae’s grip slacken before he collapsed onto the floor.
Hyukjae had never had a drop of alcohol before in his life. He never thought the taste would make him feel this heady.
Hyukjae skipped the next music composition class. He ignored the many messages Donghae sent him. Ryeowook peered in to check on him at dinner time, “Hyung, are you all right?”
Hyukjae muttered something non-committal. Ryeowook must have gotten some kind of message from it, because he left him alone. His phone buzzed a few more times.
Hyuk- are you sick? Donghae.
If you’re sick I’ll just take notes for you.
Hey, why haven’t you replied? Maybe you’re still sleeping.
Today’s session is cool, you should have come.
Hyuk?
… Are you avoiding me?
Hyukjae was tempted to skip the next class but they had a consultation session arranged with the lecturer and Hyukjae knew he couldn’t trust Donghae with it alone. So he steeled himself, packed his bags and went to school.
Donghae was waiting for him outside the class.
“Hey, you… I thought…” Donghae started, before he stopped. “We’re scheduled for 3:30. Wanna go muck around in the studio before we need to go?”
Hyukjae nodded mutely. He followed Donghae into one of the tiny music studios. Donghae walked up to the piano and started playing scales. Hyukjae sat at the side and watched as the scales became louder and louder, until-
“I’m sorry.”
Hyukjae looked up. Donghae had stopped.
“I remember what I did. I’m sorry. I’m a stupid drunk. Are you mad at me?” Donghae asked.
Hyukjae wanted to say no. He really wasn’t mad- he was just confused. When Donghae was kissing- molesting his mouth, Hyukjae had had the inexplicable urge to do the same to Donghae. He couldn’t understand it. He’d never felt this way before.
“I’m not mad,” he said, finally.
“I’m sorry. Heechul-hyung calls me a kissing monster. I even kissed Kim Kibum once.”
Hyukjae winced. He gave Donghae a sympathetic smile he hoped was appropriate when one kissed the most emo boy on campus.
Donghae shrugged. “I’m nuts when I go drunk. I shouldn’t have brought alcohol. I didn’t know you didn’t drink.”
“Right,” Hyukjae said softly.
“So… you won’t avoid me anymore?” Donghae suddenly appeared in front of Hyukjae. Hyukjae startled and leaned backwards. Having Donghae’s wide eyes so close to his own was making his heart skip too many beats. “We’re okay, right?”
“Of course,” Hyukjae managed a smile on his face. Donghae went back to playing scales.
They submitted their project at the end of the semester. Ryeowook helped them with recording, and they had stayed amicable, to the very least. Hyukjae was thinking he would probably never meet Donghae again until he appeared one unscheduled afternoon on bus 86.
He had been the last to get on the bus. Hyukjae thought Donghae must not have seen him. He was sitting at the back and Donghae had taken a seat near the front and promptly fallen asleep. So he spent the journey trying his hardest not to stare at Donghae, but it was impossible.
He kind of missed the guy, Hyukjae sighed. He wished he still had the crazy friend who would call him at 3 am in the morning to sing songs in his ear and talk about the moonlight spilling in through his apartment window- wished he had the guy who would spray noodles and rice because he had a habit of talking as he ate.
But after the kiss, he wondered. Wondered if they could be more than that too. It’d taken a while for Hyukjae to figure it out, to realise it was a crush. He had a crush on Lee Donghae, and so he convinced himself nothing more could ever happen. After all, Donghae kissing him was an accident. The guy said himself he kissed anyone and everyone when he was drunk.
In all that thinking, he hadn’t noticed Donghae had overslept again, and this time the bus was fast approaching Hyukjae’s stop. Donghae was still asleep when Hyukjae got off, fighting the urge to wake Donghae up. He figured it was better. Let his feelings come to a complete rest.
The bus was about to leave when it stopped again. He turned to the bus and watched as the doors opened and Donghae jumped out, clutching his backpack.
“Ah,” Donghae sighed when he saw Hyukjae standing in front of him. “I overslept.”
“Yes, you did,” Hyukjae whispered once he’d gotten over his shock. “Why did you get off here?”
Donghae only shrugged his backpack over his shoulder and walked up to Hyukjae, so close until they were only a step apart. “Because I realised,” he said softly. “This is my stop now.”
Eunhyuk / Donghae
1602 words, G
Summary: Eunhyuk finds out that boy who falls asleep on the bus all the time, his name is Donghae. They could write beautiful love songs together. AU
A/N: Another one of those, no beginning, no end things. Something to get back into the groove of writing… not my favourite piece, but definitely one of my favourite pairings. Beta’ed by the lovely wynter_myst.
Babe, I’ll walk the seven seas
When I believe that there’s a reason
To write you a love song, today
- Love Song / Sara Bareilles
He slept past his bus stop all the time.
Hyukjae did not mean to start noticing him, but this guy was in his music composition class and they always ended up waiting for bus 86 every Friday at the bus stop outside the Music block. Hyukjae only saw him get off twice at the same bus stop. Every other time he slept way past that stop, startled (as though it was the first time happening to him, even if it was the nth), and jumped off the bus. Once when the bus was at a stop because of a jam, Hyukjae saw the guy jump off the bus (at the wrong stop) turn and start running in the opposite direction of traffic.
Hyukjae had wanted to laugh, but he was in a bus full of people so he just watched.
Halfway into the semester, they were assigned a project in pairs. The teacher decided to do it by way of lottery. So that was how Lee Donghae ended up sitting across from him in the cafeteria as they talked about their project over bowls of bibimbap.
“I want to do, this R & B kind of tune, you know. But still like, a super cool tune, catchy but still kind of sentimental,” Donghae talked, spraying bits of rice on the table in his excitement. “We could put a rap in it, or something. And keep like this sort of a beat…” he started tapping the table.
“Right,” Hyukjae nodded. He was making notes of what Donghae said until he realised the guy didn’t stop talking. Notes were pointless. “Cool, we could give it a try.”
Donghae stopped talking at last, giving Hyukjae a wide smile. “Great,” he said, before digging in.
They went home together, sitting together for the first time on bus 86. Donghae got off at the stop that Hyukjae had already determined was his, and said with a sheepish grin before he got off the bus, “I always sleep past my stop. Now that you’re here, I won’t, right?”
Hyukjae only smiled and watched as Donghae got off the bus and started waving at him from the sidewalk. “Yeah,” he laughed.
Music composition was an elective. Hyukjae only picked it because his roommate, Ryeowook, who was a year under him, took it the semester before and proclaimed it the best module he had ever taken. When Hyukjae decided to take the module he had forgotten one little minor fact- he wasn’t really good with the technical part of music.
Donghae was pretty much the same. The guy liked to call him in the middle of the night, leaving him voice messages where he hummed out tunes that he’d thought of on the spot. When Hyukjae asked him about them the next day, Donghae could never remember them. So Hyukjae would stumble out of bed, reach for his manuscript book and start trying to play the tunes out on Ryeowook’s portable keyboard.
Two weeks into their assignment, Hyukjae found himself sitting on bus 86 alone, it was not a Friday), when the words floated into his mind. He got off the bus, ran to the closest flat surface (a park bench) and pulled out the sheets and sheets of music he had meticulously transcribed in the middle of the night.
Then, he started to write.
Hyukjae invited Donghae over the next evening to go over the lyrics. Donghae arrived, clutching a bottle of wine he had picked up from the supermarket and a bag of egg rolls. Hyukjae laughed at the egg rolls. “What is this?”
“My mom sent them,” Donghae shrugged. “I can’t finish them all.”
They scattered the music over the dining table, and Hyukjae played a bit of the tune he had picked out of Donghae’s that fitted with his lyrics. Donghae started drinking sometime in the middle of the second verse. By the end of the night, Donghae was dead drunk.
Hyukjae didn’t drink. He kept quiet as Donghae rambled.
“You know, this music thing is awesome. Music is awesome you know? It brings awesome people together. I can’t even begin to say how awesome you are. People aren’t always really awesome. I’m not, I always forget things, and forget and forget…” Donghae continued as Hyukjae felt it was enough- he reached over and pulled the bottle away from Donghae, but Donghae reached out and grabbed his shoulders.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said wistfully, and for a moment, his eyes looked so clear that Hyukjae thought he wasn’t drunk. Then he leaned over and kissed Hyukjae.
Hyukjae was too stunned to think, and he let Donghae coax his mouth open. It was his first kiss, Hyukjae realised as Donghae’s grip on his shoulders tighten, as he tried to pull Hyukjae closer to him.
Donghae was his first kiss.
Then he felt Donghae’s grip slacken before he collapsed onto the floor.
Hyukjae had never had a drop of alcohol before in his life. He never thought the taste would make him feel this heady.
Hyukjae skipped the next music composition class. He ignored the many messages Donghae sent him. Ryeowook peered in to check on him at dinner time, “Hyung, are you all right?”
Hyukjae muttered something non-committal. Ryeowook must have gotten some kind of message from it, because he left him alone. His phone buzzed a few more times.
Hyuk- are you sick? Donghae.
If you’re sick I’ll just take notes for you.
Hey, why haven’t you replied? Maybe you’re still sleeping.
Today’s session is cool, you should have come.
Hyuk?
… Are you avoiding me?
Hyukjae was tempted to skip the next class but they had a consultation session arranged with the lecturer and Hyukjae knew he couldn’t trust Donghae with it alone. So he steeled himself, packed his bags and went to school.
Donghae was waiting for him outside the class.
“Hey, you… I thought…” Donghae started, before he stopped. “We’re scheduled for 3:30. Wanna go muck around in the studio before we need to go?”
Hyukjae nodded mutely. He followed Donghae into one of the tiny music studios. Donghae walked up to the piano and started playing scales. Hyukjae sat at the side and watched as the scales became louder and louder, until-
“I’m sorry.”
Hyukjae looked up. Donghae had stopped.
“I remember what I did. I’m sorry. I’m a stupid drunk. Are you mad at me?” Donghae asked.
Hyukjae wanted to say no. He really wasn’t mad- he was just confused. When Donghae was kissing- molesting his mouth, Hyukjae had had the inexplicable urge to do the same to Donghae. He couldn’t understand it. He’d never felt this way before.
“I’m not mad,” he said, finally.
“I’m sorry. Heechul-hyung calls me a kissing monster. I even kissed Kim Kibum once.”
Hyukjae winced. He gave Donghae a sympathetic smile he hoped was appropriate when one kissed the most emo boy on campus.
Donghae shrugged. “I’m nuts when I go drunk. I shouldn’t have brought alcohol. I didn’t know you didn’t drink.”
“Right,” Hyukjae said softly.
“So… you won’t avoid me anymore?” Donghae suddenly appeared in front of Hyukjae. Hyukjae startled and leaned backwards. Having Donghae’s wide eyes so close to his own was making his heart skip too many beats. “We’re okay, right?”
“Of course,” Hyukjae managed a smile on his face. Donghae went back to playing scales.
They submitted their project at the end of the semester. Ryeowook helped them with recording, and they had stayed amicable, to the very least. Hyukjae was thinking he would probably never meet Donghae again until he appeared one unscheduled afternoon on bus 86.
He had been the last to get on the bus. Hyukjae thought Donghae must not have seen him. He was sitting at the back and Donghae had taken a seat near the front and promptly fallen asleep. So he spent the journey trying his hardest not to stare at Donghae, but it was impossible.
He kind of missed the guy, Hyukjae sighed. He wished he still had the crazy friend who would call him at 3 am in the morning to sing songs in his ear and talk about the moonlight spilling in through his apartment window- wished he had the guy who would spray noodles and rice because he had a habit of talking as he ate.
But after the kiss, he wondered. Wondered if they could be more than that too. It’d taken a while for Hyukjae to figure it out, to realise it was a crush. He had a crush on Lee Donghae, and so he convinced himself nothing more could ever happen. After all, Donghae kissing him was an accident. The guy said himself he kissed anyone and everyone when he was drunk.
In all that thinking, he hadn’t noticed Donghae had overslept again, and this time the bus was fast approaching Hyukjae’s stop. Donghae was still asleep when Hyukjae got off, fighting the urge to wake Donghae up. He figured it was better. Let his feelings come to a complete rest.
The bus was about to leave when it stopped again. He turned to the bus and watched as the doors opened and Donghae jumped out, clutching his backpack.
“Ah,” Donghae sighed when he saw Hyukjae standing in front of him. “I overslept.”
“Yes, you did,” Hyukjae whispered once he’d gotten over his shock. “Why did you get off here?”
Donghae only shrugged his backpack over his shoulder and walked up to Hyukjae, so close until they were only a step apart. “Because I realised,” he said softly. “This is my stop now.”