SuJu 100 fics. 097. Glasses, Teuk, Hyuk and Hae centric
Author: Risabet
Title: 097. Glasses, mainly involves Eeteuk, Donghae and Eunhyuk
Word count: 1014, fic count 6/100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine
Summary: Hae and Hyuk’s hyper-activeness ends in a moment of terror and Eeteuk’s heart nearly stops. (I’m the WORST at summarising!)
Eunhyuk and Donghae are at it again. The pair has been running around the apartment for a good half an hour already, alternating between arguments and fits of laughter, and it seems there will be no end to their need to do something, despite it being a lazy Sunday, their first day off in ages. So they run, run, run and at some point their whirlwind movements turn into a half-playful, half-serious game of tag, footsteps echoing through every corner, their loud voices piercing the formerly so quiet afternoon.
Eeteuk takes off his glasses and closes his eyes as if though in pain when the hysterical duo storms into the living room, Donghae first, Hyukjae only a step behind him. Yesung snorts at the sight of them and pointedly turns to talk to Kangin, while Hankyung keeps his gaze fixed on the book he has been reading and reaches for a glass of orange juice from the side table, pretending nothing is happening around him.
With a leap forward and a victorious roar Eunhyuk finally catches the hem of Donghae’s shirt, forcing the younger boy’s escape to come to a halt. It becomes obvious, though that Donghae, high on adrenaline, isn’t quite ready to give up yet. He spins around with a coy grin on his face and grabs Eunhyuk just above the elbows. For a while they struggle, out of breath, each trying to get the upper hand, both fully taken in by their mock fight.
And suddenly there’s a CRASH - startled, Hankyung’s fingers let the glass of juice slip, creating a cacophony of sounds that, although he’s not yet aware of it, will keep ringing in Eeteuk’s ears for the longest time. Without thinking all the hyungs instinctively look at the kitchen door, because then deafening noise brings to mind a thousand breaking plates, all thrown to the ground at the same time. It takes them less than a second to turn around, to frantically try and find the two dongsaeng’s with their eyes.
On the other side of the room Donghae and Eunhyuk are displayed like a still life, two frozen figures clutching onto each other, halfway leaning out of the frames where there was a window pane only moments earlier. Behind them the sun is shining brighter than it should, blinding and unforgiving.
Eeteuk’s heart doesn’t simply skip but stops beating altogether. He can do nothing, absolutely nothing, even the air has stopped flowing into and out of his lungs, he merely stares at Kangin who rushes forward and roughly jerks the younger boys back inside. Eeteuk stands still as shouts finally cut through the stunned silence. He would probably stand there until the end of the world, if it wasn’t for the blood he sees on Eunhyuk’s face. Life returns to him in an instant, a rush of blood straight into his head, and a strangled cry escapes his lips along with the held breath his lungs have finally grown tired of. He staggers to the others, his heart now apparently taking back the beats it earlier missed.
There are millions and millions of shards of glass everywhere, but, rather miraculously, both Hyukjae and Donghae are relatively alright, most definitely shaken but still in one piece, save it for the scratch on Hyuk’s cheek. Words pouring out from their mouths in incoherent streams aimed at no one in particular.
“We were just standing there-“
“The balance, my foot, it twisted and we--“
“--right through the window, I didn’t realise we were in front of it!” Yesung has sunken into a nearby chair, arm draped across his face, shoulders shaking - apparently he has no energy to care about whether or not there are shards between the beaten pillows. Kangin is leaning against a wall, chest heaving up and down, pale and visibly upset. At first Eeteuk can’t place Hankyung, but he then rushes back with a first aid kit and a broom. Bless him, the oldest thinks vaguely and reaches out a hand to make sure his two babies truly are fine.
“YAH, EETEUK!”
“Teukie, your hand!” At first he’s puzzled, unable to understand what they mean - until a throbbing pain creeps into his consciousness. He looks down and sees, much to his surprise, his fist tightly squeezed around something that must have been the pair of glasses he was wearing earlier. Only shattered pieces of them remain now, small droplets of blood seeping from between them and his fingers.
“Aigoo…” Hankyung looks like he can’t take any more of this and hovers over to join Yesung.
“Jungsu, you need to open your hand, it’s bleeding. The blood will get all over.” Kangin’s voice is calm, but still sounds strained, as if though there is only so much he can do to keep his knees from giving out. Eeteuk blinks at him dully but obeys. Now the pain is no longer throbbing, it’s screaming obscenities in his general direction. Donghae and Eunhyuk look unsure as the leader lets the broken item fall down onto the floor where it becomes a part of the nearly impossible mess. Not giving anyone a chance to speak up, Eeteuk suddenly pulls the ruffled pair into his arms and holds them close to his heart. The blood does get all over, just like Kangin said, there will surely be no salvaging Eunhyuk’s jumper after this.
But Eeteuk doesn’t care. All he can think of is “I closed my eyes. I pretended they weren’t there and then they almost disappeared for good.” He feels guilt and tears, one burning his chest, the other his eyes, but he doesn’t cry, doesn’t dare to close his eyes again, simply holds on tighter. He hears Donghae’s voice, saying something about his glasses, but Eeteuk shakes his head at that. What good were those to begin with if he only ever really saw without them?
Later, when reciting the events of the day to other members Donghae and Hyukjae will clearly remember what it felt like to stand on broken glass and still feel perfectly safe.
----------------
Notes: I know for a fact that two people can slam through a window pane and come out of it unharmed because that happened once to two boys in my class. It was during a home economics class and that’s probably why I associate the sound with plates. I’ll never forget the desperate look on the teacher’s face as she sat at her desk, because that exact same thing had happened to two other boys only a week earlier, in that same classroom and during her lesson none the less ^^;
Title: 097. Glasses, mainly involves Eeteuk, Donghae and Eunhyuk
Word count: 1014, fic count 6/100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine
Summary: Hae and Hyuk’s hyper-activeness ends in a moment of terror and Eeteuk’s heart nearly stops. (I’m the WORST at summarising!)
Eunhyuk and Donghae are at it again. The pair has been running around the apartment for a good half an hour already, alternating between arguments and fits of laughter, and it seems there will be no end to their need to do something, despite it being a lazy Sunday, their first day off in ages. So they run, run, run and at some point their whirlwind movements turn into a half-playful, half-serious game of tag, footsteps echoing through every corner, their loud voices piercing the formerly so quiet afternoon.
Eeteuk takes off his glasses and closes his eyes as if though in pain when the hysterical duo storms into the living room, Donghae first, Hyukjae only a step behind him. Yesung snorts at the sight of them and pointedly turns to talk to Kangin, while Hankyung keeps his gaze fixed on the book he has been reading and reaches for a glass of orange juice from the side table, pretending nothing is happening around him.
With a leap forward and a victorious roar Eunhyuk finally catches the hem of Donghae’s shirt, forcing the younger boy’s escape to come to a halt. It becomes obvious, though that Donghae, high on adrenaline, isn’t quite ready to give up yet. He spins around with a coy grin on his face and grabs Eunhyuk just above the elbows. For a while they struggle, out of breath, each trying to get the upper hand, both fully taken in by their mock fight.
And suddenly there’s a CRASH - startled, Hankyung’s fingers let the glass of juice slip, creating a cacophony of sounds that, although he’s not yet aware of it, will keep ringing in Eeteuk’s ears for the longest time. Without thinking all the hyungs instinctively look at the kitchen door, because then deafening noise brings to mind a thousand breaking plates, all thrown to the ground at the same time. It takes them less than a second to turn around, to frantically try and find the two dongsaeng’s with their eyes.
On the other side of the room Donghae and Eunhyuk are displayed like a still life, two frozen figures clutching onto each other, halfway leaning out of the frames where there was a window pane only moments earlier. Behind them the sun is shining brighter than it should, blinding and unforgiving.
Eeteuk’s heart doesn’t simply skip but stops beating altogether. He can do nothing, absolutely nothing, even the air has stopped flowing into and out of his lungs, he merely stares at Kangin who rushes forward and roughly jerks the younger boys back inside. Eeteuk stands still as shouts finally cut through the stunned silence. He would probably stand there until the end of the world, if it wasn’t for the blood he sees on Eunhyuk’s face. Life returns to him in an instant, a rush of blood straight into his head, and a strangled cry escapes his lips along with the held breath his lungs have finally grown tired of. He staggers to the others, his heart now apparently taking back the beats it earlier missed.
There are millions and millions of shards of glass everywhere, but, rather miraculously, both Hyukjae and Donghae are relatively alright, most definitely shaken but still in one piece, save it for the scratch on Hyuk’s cheek. Words pouring out from their mouths in incoherent streams aimed at no one in particular.
“We were just standing there-“
“The balance, my foot, it twisted and we--“
“--right through the window, I didn’t realise we were in front of it!” Yesung has sunken into a nearby chair, arm draped across his face, shoulders shaking - apparently he has no energy to care about whether or not there are shards between the beaten pillows. Kangin is leaning against a wall, chest heaving up and down, pale and visibly upset. At first Eeteuk can’t place Hankyung, but he then rushes back with a first aid kit and a broom. Bless him, the oldest thinks vaguely and reaches out a hand to make sure his two babies truly are fine.
“YAH, EETEUK!”
“Teukie, your hand!” At first he’s puzzled, unable to understand what they mean - until a throbbing pain creeps into his consciousness. He looks down and sees, much to his surprise, his fist tightly squeezed around something that must have been the pair of glasses he was wearing earlier. Only shattered pieces of them remain now, small droplets of blood seeping from between them and his fingers.
“Aigoo…” Hankyung looks like he can’t take any more of this and hovers over to join Yesung.
“Jungsu, you need to open your hand, it’s bleeding. The blood will get all over.” Kangin’s voice is calm, but still sounds strained, as if though there is only so much he can do to keep his knees from giving out. Eeteuk blinks at him dully but obeys. Now the pain is no longer throbbing, it’s screaming obscenities in his general direction. Donghae and Eunhyuk look unsure as the leader lets the broken item fall down onto the floor where it becomes a part of the nearly impossible mess. Not giving anyone a chance to speak up, Eeteuk suddenly pulls the ruffled pair into his arms and holds them close to his heart. The blood does get all over, just like Kangin said, there will surely be no salvaging Eunhyuk’s jumper after this.
But Eeteuk doesn’t care. All he can think of is “I closed my eyes. I pretended they weren’t there and then they almost disappeared for good.” He feels guilt and tears, one burning his chest, the other his eyes, but he doesn’t cry, doesn’t dare to close his eyes again, simply holds on tighter. He hears Donghae’s voice, saying something about his glasses, but Eeteuk shakes his head at that. What good were those to begin with if he only ever really saw without them?
Later, when reciting the events of the day to other members Donghae and Hyukjae will clearly remember what it felt like to stand on broken glass and still feel perfectly safe.
----------------
Notes: I know for a fact that two people can slam through a window pane and come out of it unharmed because that happened once to two boys in my class. It was during a home economics class and that’s probably why I associate the sound with plates. I’ll never forget the desperate look on the teacher’s face as she sat at her desk, because that exact same thing had happened to two other boys only a week earlier, in that same classroom and during her lesson none the less ^^;