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049: What's the difference? | Hangeng/Hangeng | PG | Romance | 785 words |
Summary: Hangeng flew back to China, wanting to start a new carrier. After he becomes successful he notices he doesn't feel comfortable though.
Hangeng always wondered what difference it made if he was in China. It was nice there, he could speak the language, he could meet old friends, he could see his family as often as he wanted and a lot more. There wasn't such a big difference with him being in China or Korea. Of course his fans...and Super Junior, his dear members, his everything. But he had decided to go back to China, he wanted to start a new carrier, he had hoped it would get better.
He was glad nobody really made a big fuss of him going back, the fans were sad, of course they were, but there was almost nobody around at least not at the airport. He dreamed of a better life and while he was thinking about all he had gone through he looked back for the last time. Goodbye.
He hadn't noticed himself crying until the stewardess walked up to him and asked if he was alright. He had nodded in yes, had told her nothing was wrong, he just missed his family so much and was glad to travel back. The plane wasn't special, he had asked for a 'normal' ticket, he never had liked all that fancy stuff they had travelled with in the past. He always wanted to show people that idols were human as well.
While he was waiting for his baggage he had looked through his phone. 35 missed calls, 26 new messages. He sighed, maybe he should have told them.
When he came back home he never had expected his parents to throw such a big party for him but it felt nice. The greeting was lovely, all those blue balloons, a banner saying welcome home.
Blue, he thought, blue as in sapphire blue. Suddenly all the memories came back. How he had started off, a Chinese man in Korea not speaking one word Korean. He remembered the audition, how he was accepted and started his trainee years. He saw Heechul in front of his eye, that woman-like arrogant and friendly guy. Heechul, he sighed once more, what difference does it make?
He went to sleep early, the flight was exhausting and he thought if he would fall asleep he might forget about the past. He never intended to betray Super Junior, he loved them as much as he loved his family, but the stress was too much for him to deal with. He looked at his phone again 68 missed calls, 79 new messages.
Contacting each other wasn't what Hangeng had done. He thought if he wouldn't contact any of the members they might forget about him and move on. He didn't hate them but he felt guilty. What if he had affected them?
There always was talk about him, he knew about the rumors, he knew that people claimed he was talking bad about Korea. He never would get mad though, he wasn't the type to care about any of this but it still hurt. Korea seemed to have lost trust in him.
Everything was fine, his album sold extremely well, his music videos turned out to be great, everything he had hoped for in the last few months became true. Meanwhile his phone showed him 625 missed calls and 867 new messages.
He knew most of the calls were from him, Heechul. Heechul wanted an explanation, Hangeng knew about this all along, he had guessed Heechul would try to call him nevertheless he never shut his phone off. He never answered even one of the calls, he never read one of the messages, he feared he might open up his past again.
What was the difference?
It was everything. China was not Korea. An important part of his family was missing, ELF, Super Junior and the most important person: Heechul. How could he have thought it would stay the same and make no difference?
Heechul sounded really mad over the phone but Hangeng only laughed. He knew it was not the time for it but he had missed him so much. He had given up his carrier in China and he was trying to tell Heechul who was telling him to not come back ever again. He had called Hangeng a betrayer.
It needed Hangeng three weeks to come back, not because he couldn't come earlier it was more like Heechul. He was still pretty mad at him. When he walked into the dorm everybody was surprised, they hadn't known about Hangeng's plan to come back. Donghae was literally hugging him to death while Heechul was glaring at him.
It was nice, China and Korea had almost nothing in common. It was weird, he never had felt so at home.
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago but yeah...
Mastermind | Eunhae | NC-17 | Smut |
Summary: There are no words needed for how fucking bad Donghae needs to get laid.
'Fuck' he breathed out when he was pushed against one of the toilet cabines. Donghae didn't know Hyukjae could be so rough. Hyukjae was practically ravishing Donghae's mouth until he demanded him to bend over. Things went fast and of course Donghae complied, he would have been stupid if he didn't. Hyukjae was pounding into him mercilessly and Donghae never would have thought that Hyukjae would ever be more than a handjob. Hyukjae was a great dancer but fuck those hips could do a lot more than just sway around and dryhump air.'You are liking this too much aren't you?' the slow strokes to Donghae's cock really made him want to come but he had been the one begging to be fucked by Hyukjae all night long. He was so near, so fucking near to reach the climax of this night until that asshole decided to stop. 'Fuck, Hyukjae finish!' He couldn't believe Hyukjae was lazily buttoning his pants up not minding him at all. Hyukjae's voice was low and husky and 'if you want to see what those hips really can do, meet me at my place' and a grind to his still hard cock was all it took to bring Donghae over the edge.
A/N: I fail in writing smut ;__; excuse this shit.