[fic]
title: A Face Full of Wall
rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae
summary: Well, at least it wasn’t a face full of wall this time?
comments: Written for zeehondpunk who wanted something silly. I think this fits 8D;
Hyukjae glanced surreptitiously over at his friend (and more often than not partner-in-crime). Donghae looked completely engaged in what was playing on the television screen; some kind of Christmas movie, something Donghae had already seen about a thousand times, but still wanted to watch anyway. Donghae was a loser like that.
Except right now, Hyukjae wasn’t really thinking of how much of a loser Donghae was, but more about how kind of pretty he looked, in the dim glow from the television. And then he wanted to hit himself, for thinking of his friend as pretty.
He forced his attention back to the movie - one he didn’t even want to watch in the first place - except only moments later and he was once again glancing over at Donghae.
So, he was crazy. That was a nice, simple, and perfectly acceptable, explanation. One too many pillow bombs to the head probably did it. It was the only explanation Hyukjae had for it though, and even after a couple of weeks of these random little thoughts, of thinking Donghae was kind of pretty sometimes, he hadn’t been able to come up with anything better than simple insanity.
It had to be insanity, looking at Donghae then and feeling the urge to kiss him. And it wasn’t the only time, either. It was kind of mortifying to recall, but there had been that time, about a week ago, when Hyukjae had been struck by the urge again and had actually started to lean in to try and fulfil it. That had been at dance rehearsal, and Hyukjae had ended up falling face first against a wall, instead of kissing.
In front of several other members beside Donghae, to boot.
There was no one in the room but the two of them now, though, and no nearby walls for Hyukjae to fall against. But before he could even think the idea through properly he had already opened his mouth and spoken.
“Donghae?”
Donghae turned to look at him, eyebrows half-raised in semi-curiosity.
Faced with the actual moment for it, Hyukjae discovered that he kind of wanted to die. This was too embarrassing. No, he couldn’t go through with it. Now was not the time. Maybe another day. Maybe another year. Another life. Another dimension. Another-Oh. Crap. Without even realising it, he was leaning forward, closer, closer, one intention clearly in mind, and no way to stop himself because he was almost right there by Donghae’s face and-
And that was the moment when Donghae seemed to have gotten bored by Hyukjae’s lack of life, and had turned back to the movie with an enthusiastic, “Oh I love this part!”
It was just too bad for Hyukjae. There was no way to stop himself by then, and before he could even think to himself ‘oh, shit,’ he was kissing the side of Donghae’s face. Well, at least it wasn’t a face full of wall this time?
“Ew, Hyukjae, why are you licking my ear?!” Donghae stared at Hyukjae as if he’d grown several heads, each a different colour of the rainbow. Actually, it wasn’t like that at all, because if that was what had happened, Donghae would have had a look of awed wonder on his face, and not of puzzled ‘what the fuck?’
Hyukjae attempted a grin, to ease the moment away. It only made him feel even more sheepish and idiotic though.
“I wasn’t licking your ear.”
“Your mouth was doing something to it! What do you have against my ears?” Donghae looked rather putout, and offended on the part of his ears. He had perfectly fine ears, thank you. And they were essential for his balance as a dancer. He liked his ears.
“Nothing! I wasn’t, I was just…I was…” Hyukjae flailed, looking more like an idiot than he already felt, and gave up. “Never mind!” So, he was never, ever, ever going to try and kiss Donghae again, because apparently the powers that be did not want it to happen. Which was probably for the best, anyway, certainly for Hyukjae’s mental health, and for his face. And possibly his pride, too, though there probably wasn’t much of that left by now anyway.
The only problem was, he still kind of wanted to. Really, really, kind of wanted to.
Donghae narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe you! You’re up to something! What is it?” He gasped then, realisation dawning on him. Hyukjae had grabbed a cushion, and was ready to suffocate himself with it when Donghae accused him of sexual harassment.
“You, you’re a zombie!”
Hyukjae had the cushion half-way up to his face, before stopping. He blinked. “Uh, what?”
Donghae nodded furiously, eyes wide. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re a zombie and you’re going after my brains. Well, you can’t have them, Hyukjae! I quite like them inside my head, you know.”
“I--no! I’m not a zombie you idiot, I-”
“I know the truth, don’t come near me!” Donghae had snatched the cushion from Hyukjae’s hands and was now trying to fend off this attack on his poor, innocent brains with it. ‘Fending off’ was actually just hitting Hyukjae in the face a few times. “I’ll tell Eeteuk!” Donghae threatened, and shoved the cushion in Hyukjae’s face again.
“I was not trying to eat your brains!” Hyukjae cried in exasperation, trying to make a grab for the cushion - his poor face really was starting to suffer a lot, and all thanks to Donghae. “I was just trying to kiss you, you moron!”
The last part had come out a little louder than intended. Hyukjae realised then what he’d said, what he’d said out loud, and clapped a hand to his mouth, a blush rising over his cheeks.
Donghae stopped mid-beating and stared. “Oh. That’s it? Sorry to break it to you, but your aim kind of sucks, Hyuk.”
Well, that was not quite the response he had expected from Donghae. Then again, how often did Donghae actually match people’s expectations? Exactly.
“No! What? You, you moved! It wasn’t my fault!” He flailed his hands again. He was starting to feel seriously out of his depth now.
“Do you even know how to kiss? Do you know it generally involves the mouth first? Which is no where near my ear. Unless you’re lying, in which case this is a really lame excuse for why you aren’t trying to eat my brains when you actually are.”
Hyukjae’s blush had been steadily increasing throughout all of Donghae’s little speech, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. Donghae was making fun of him! About something that was not at all funny, but actually rather embarrassing. And, well, Donghae was looking pretty hot, too, even when talking about brains and Hyukjae trying to eat them. So that did not help his current mood. Which was not so amused.
“I don’t even know why I wanted to kiss you now. You’re stupid,” Hyukjae informed his friend, rather childishly, but he hardly cared just then.
There was silence. Then, “I think you should try it again.”
“…What?”
Hyukjae was, once again, met with a face full of cushion as Donghae smacked him. “Who’s the stupid one now? Try again, idiot.”
“You mean…” Hyukjae started slowly, “the kiss thing?”
“Well I don’t mean the eating-my-brains thing.”
“…Oh.” Hyukjae looked at Donghae’s face, and noticed for once that he looked strangely serious. “Oh. Okay.”
They stared at each other for a moment. And then a few more moments. And then for several more moments after that. Hyukjae was aware of how hot his face suddenly felt, and the knots that were starting to twist inside his stomach.
“Well?” Donghae prompted, after far too much staring had gone on between them. It was almost awkward now.
“Oh, right. Right.” Hyukjae nodded and shifted closer. He looked into Donghae’s eyes, and then down at his mouth, and then somewhere a little past his shoulder. He heard Donghae sigh, and a moment later felt an arm wind around his neck, effectively tugging them just that little bit closer. And then Hyukjae was forced to look into Donghae’s face, because it was right there in front of his own. And his mouth, he noticed, was right there too, suddenly so near to his own.
He swallowed thickly and placed a tentative hand on Donghae’s waist. Well, now the moment had finally arrived, and Hyukjae was pretty certain this wasn’t going to involve anything painful, or embarrassing, or a mixture of both, for his face. Well, it might if he didn’t start actually doing something. “Okay,” he whispered stupidly, for no reason in particular, and leaned in closer. He was careful with his aim - though that really hadn’t been his fault - and made sure it was Donghae’s mouth he was heading for this time.
Donghae inhaled sharply, and a moment later they were kissing.
Or. Well, actually they weren’t. They just had their lips touching, which wasn’t really kissing. At least not as Hyukjae knew it to be. But then Donghae seemed to take initiative, and leaned in closer, kissing him again. This was kind of strange, Hyukjae was starting to think to himself, when he realised he still had his eyes open. Which might have been the reason for the strangeness.
He closed his eyes then, and tried to push the feelings of awkwardness away, because actually Donghae’s mouth was really kind of nice, and warm, and he kind of liked how it felt pressed against his own like this.
And that was when they actually started kissing, properly. Moving lips and all. It was still kind of awkward, and a little clumsy, but in the end it was worth all the trouble it took to get there.
Well, maybe. Although for at least a week after that Donghae was going to call Hyukjae a zombie and accuse him of being a bad kisser. But that was just an excuse for some practice.
- end -
rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Hyukjae/Donghae
summary: Well, at least it wasn’t a face full of wall this time?
comments: Written for zeehondpunk who wanted something silly. I think this fits 8D;
Hyukjae glanced surreptitiously over at his friend (and more often than not partner-in-crime). Donghae looked completely engaged in what was playing on the television screen; some kind of Christmas movie, something Donghae had already seen about a thousand times, but still wanted to watch anyway. Donghae was a loser like that.
Except right now, Hyukjae wasn’t really thinking of how much of a loser Donghae was, but more about how kind of pretty he looked, in the dim glow from the television. And then he wanted to hit himself, for thinking of his friend as pretty.
He forced his attention back to the movie - one he didn’t even want to watch in the first place - except only moments later and he was once again glancing over at Donghae.
So, he was crazy. That was a nice, simple, and perfectly acceptable, explanation. One too many pillow bombs to the head probably did it. It was the only explanation Hyukjae had for it though, and even after a couple of weeks of these random little thoughts, of thinking Donghae was kind of pretty sometimes, he hadn’t been able to come up with anything better than simple insanity.
It had to be insanity, looking at Donghae then and feeling the urge to kiss him. And it wasn’t the only time, either. It was kind of mortifying to recall, but there had been that time, about a week ago, when Hyukjae had been struck by the urge again and had actually started to lean in to try and fulfil it. That had been at dance rehearsal, and Hyukjae had ended up falling face first against a wall, instead of kissing.
In front of several other members beside Donghae, to boot.
There was no one in the room but the two of them now, though, and no nearby walls for Hyukjae to fall against. But before he could even think the idea through properly he had already opened his mouth and spoken.
“Donghae?”
Donghae turned to look at him, eyebrows half-raised in semi-curiosity.
Faced with the actual moment for it, Hyukjae discovered that he kind of wanted to die. This was too embarrassing. No, he couldn’t go through with it. Now was not the time. Maybe another day. Maybe another year. Another life. Another dimension. Another-Oh. Crap. Without even realising it, he was leaning forward, closer, closer, one intention clearly in mind, and no way to stop himself because he was almost right there by Donghae’s face and-
And that was the moment when Donghae seemed to have gotten bored by Hyukjae’s lack of life, and had turned back to the movie with an enthusiastic, “Oh I love this part!”
It was just too bad for Hyukjae. There was no way to stop himself by then, and before he could even think to himself ‘oh, shit,’ he was kissing the side of Donghae’s face. Well, at least it wasn’t a face full of wall this time?
“Ew, Hyukjae, why are you licking my ear?!” Donghae stared at Hyukjae as if he’d grown several heads, each a different colour of the rainbow. Actually, it wasn’t like that at all, because if that was what had happened, Donghae would have had a look of awed wonder on his face, and not of puzzled ‘what the fuck?’
Hyukjae attempted a grin, to ease the moment away. It only made him feel even more sheepish and idiotic though.
“I wasn’t licking your ear.”
“Your mouth was doing something to it! What do you have against my ears?” Donghae looked rather putout, and offended on the part of his ears. He had perfectly fine ears, thank you. And they were essential for his balance as a dancer. He liked his ears.
“Nothing! I wasn’t, I was just…I was…” Hyukjae flailed, looking more like an idiot than he already felt, and gave up. “Never mind!” So, he was never, ever, ever going to try and kiss Donghae again, because apparently the powers that be did not want it to happen. Which was probably for the best, anyway, certainly for Hyukjae’s mental health, and for his face. And possibly his pride, too, though there probably wasn’t much of that left by now anyway.
The only problem was, he still kind of wanted to. Really, really, kind of wanted to.
Donghae narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe you! You’re up to something! What is it?” He gasped then, realisation dawning on him. Hyukjae had grabbed a cushion, and was ready to suffocate himself with it when Donghae accused him of sexual harassment.
“You, you’re a zombie!”
Hyukjae had the cushion half-way up to his face, before stopping. He blinked. “Uh, what?”
Donghae nodded furiously, eyes wide. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re a zombie and you’re going after my brains. Well, you can’t have them, Hyukjae! I quite like them inside my head, you know.”
“I--no! I’m not a zombie you idiot, I-”
“I know the truth, don’t come near me!” Donghae had snatched the cushion from Hyukjae’s hands and was now trying to fend off this attack on his poor, innocent brains with it. ‘Fending off’ was actually just hitting Hyukjae in the face a few times. “I’ll tell Eeteuk!” Donghae threatened, and shoved the cushion in Hyukjae’s face again.
“I was not trying to eat your brains!” Hyukjae cried in exasperation, trying to make a grab for the cushion - his poor face really was starting to suffer a lot, and all thanks to Donghae. “I was just trying to kiss you, you moron!”
The last part had come out a little louder than intended. Hyukjae realised then what he’d said, what he’d said out loud, and clapped a hand to his mouth, a blush rising over his cheeks.
Donghae stopped mid-beating and stared. “Oh. That’s it? Sorry to break it to you, but your aim kind of sucks, Hyuk.”
Well, that was not quite the response he had expected from Donghae. Then again, how often did Donghae actually match people’s expectations? Exactly.
“No! What? You, you moved! It wasn’t my fault!” He flailed his hands again. He was starting to feel seriously out of his depth now.
“Do you even know how to kiss? Do you know it generally involves the mouth first? Which is no where near my ear. Unless you’re lying, in which case this is a really lame excuse for why you aren’t trying to eat my brains when you actually are.”
Hyukjae’s blush had been steadily increasing throughout all of Donghae’s little speech, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. Donghae was making fun of him! About something that was not at all funny, but actually rather embarrassing. And, well, Donghae was looking pretty hot, too, even when talking about brains and Hyukjae trying to eat them. So that did not help his current mood. Which was not so amused.
“I don’t even know why I wanted to kiss you now. You’re stupid,” Hyukjae informed his friend, rather childishly, but he hardly cared just then.
There was silence. Then, “I think you should try it again.”
“…What?”
Hyukjae was, once again, met with a face full of cushion as Donghae smacked him. “Who’s the stupid one now? Try again, idiot.”
“You mean…” Hyukjae started slowly, “the kiss thing?”
“Well I don’t mean the eating-my-brains thing.”
“…Oh.” Hyukjae looked at Donghae’s face, and noticed for once that he looked strangely serious. “Oh. Okay.”
They stared at each other for a moment. And then a few more moments. And then for several more moments after that. Hyukjae was aware of how hot his face suddenly felt, and the knots that were starting to twist inside his stomach.
“Well?” Donghae prompted, after far too much staring had gone on between them. It was almost awkward now.
“Oh, right. Right.” Hyukjae nodded and shifted closer. He looked into Donghae’s eyes, and then down at his mouth, and then somewhere a little past his shoulder. He heard Donghae sigh, and a moment later felt an arm wind around his neck, effectively tugging them just that little bit closer. And then Hyukjae was forced to look into Donghae’s face, because it was right there in front of his own. And his mouth, he noticed, was right there too, suddenly so near to his own.
He swallowed thickly and placed a tentative hand on Donghae’s waist. Well, now the moment had finally arrived, and Hyukjae was pretty certain this wasn’t going to involve anything painful, or embarrassing, or a mixture of both, for his face. Well, it might if he didn’t start actually doing something. “Okay,” he whispered stupidly, for no reason in particular, and leaned in closer. He was careful with his aim - though that really hadn’t been his fault - and made sure it was Donghae’s mouth he was heading for this time.
Donghae inhaled sharply, and a moment later they were kissing.
Or. Well, actually they weren’t. They just had their lips touching, which wasn’t really kissing. At least not as Hyukjae knew it to be. But then Donghae seemed to take initiative, and leaned in closer, kissing him again. This was kind of strange, Hyukjae was starting to think to himself, when he realised he still had his eyes open. Which might have been the reason for the strangeness.
He closed his eyes then, and tried to push the feelings of awkwardness away, because actually Donghae’s mouth was really kind of nice, and warm, and he kind of liked how it felt pressed against his own like this.
And that was when they actually started kissing, properly. Moving lips and all. It was still kind of awkward, and a little clumsy, but in the end it was worth all the trouble it took to get there.
Well, maybe. Although for at least a week after that Donghae was going to call Hyukjae a zombie and accuse him of being a bad kisser. But that was just an excuse for some practice.
- end -