[challenge]
kwoooooopi 1 Hour Writing Challenge, 2nd Round.
title: A Very Good Question Indeed
fandom: Super Junior
subject: Donghae (Heechul/Donghae)
prompt: addiction
summary: It was really quite daunting, to be faced with a room full of Heechuls.
notes: I....have no idea. and unedited, as the rules state it must be 8D;
“My name is Lee Donghae, and I am a-” the words were suddenly stuck in Donghae’s throat, caught in the quicksand of surprise. It was only now as he stared out at the sea of faces - row after row after row - that he realised: every single person looked like Heechul.
“-a Heechulaholic,” he finished, combing nervous fingers through his hair. It was really quite daunting, to be faced with a room full of Heechuls. Heechuls that were all slowly starting to look angrier and angrier, and any moment now Donghae was certain one (or several of them) was going to demand to know why anyone would not want to be addicted to his wonderful self because-
Donghae was shocked when he opened his eyes. More correctly, when he opened his eyes and was not met with the sight of a roomful of Heechul’s, but instead the comforting, familiar view of his bedroom ceiling. Oh, it had never felt so good to wake up before!
He’d been having the same dream for awhile now, at least once a week, if not more - given there was enough time for sleep and dreaming, of course - and it was really starting to get to him. It made no sense, for a start, not that that usually bothered Donghae, but then there was that room full of quickly angering Heechul’s and that really was quite frightening.
And besides that, what the hell was a ‘Heechulaholic’, anyway? As if he was addicted to Heechul! That was just stupid. Really, really stupid.
Mumbling to himself about stupid dreams and stupider Heechul’s in the stupid dreams, Donghae pushed himself out of bed and went about preparing for the day ahead of him.
As he ate his breakfast, he stared absently over the rim of his cereal bowl at Heechul, hardly even hearing the mumbling chatter of the other sleepy boys around him.
When one half of them were packed into a van afterwards on to their first appointment for the day, two seats behind and seated besides Sungmin, Donghae could still be heard laughing too loud, and too much, at Heechul’s jokes and sarcastic remarks.
During dance rehearsal that afternoon, when Heechul complained that his water bottle was emtpy and how was he supposed to dance when he might just keel over from dehydration thanks to the ass who drank the rest of his water, Donghae was there first to offer Heechul his own bottle of water with a breathless, “here, hyung. Take mine.”
And on the way home that evening, Donghae had wormed his way into the seat beside Heechul, and spent the entire ride back to the dorm clinging to his friend’s arm and feigning sleep, all the while hiding a smile as Heechul grumbled about the ingratitude and cheek of a certain dongsaeng. Heechul was really, really warm, though, and Donghae wasn’t about to give that up for all the grumbling in the world.
It wasn’t until a few more days like that passed by, and at least one more visit from the Heechulaholic dream, that Donghae realised that he actually, really, honestly, did think he might have some kind of a problem.
“Sungminnie,” he started, after having pulled Sungmin away from a very important almost-win against Hyukjae at some kind of game, “I think I have a bit of a problem.” It was a day after The Discovery, and Donghae was anxious to talk to someone about it.
“Damn. Hyukjae was right,” Sungmin mumbled, mindless to Donghae and his little predicament. “Can I borrow some money?”
“Oh, sure, how mu-wait,” Donghae frowned, because this wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go! “Why? No, nevermind. Didn’t you hear me? I think I have a problem!”
Practically ignoring Donghae, Sungmin had pulled out his wallet and started counting his money, which was leaving Donghae further confused as to why this mattered when he thought that he had a very serious problem to deal with. It wasn’t normal, afterall, to obsess and think incessantly about a friend now, was it? Even if that friend was a good one. And very pretty. Very, very pretty.
In an attempt to regain Sungmin’s attention, Donghae poked him in the arm. And when that and saying Sungmin’s name still didn’t work, he blurted, “I’m a Heechulaholic!”
“Oh good, now I don’t owe him money,” Sungmin happily slipped his wallet back into his pocket. “But why the hell would you be addicted to Heechul?”
Donghae thought that that was a very, very good question indeed. Maybe he should ask someone. “That’s a good question. I have no idea, but I think I am. At least, my dreams keep telling me so.”
title: A Very Good Question Indeed
fandom: Super Junior
subject: Donghae (Heechul/Donghae)
prompt: addiction
summary: It was really quite daunting, to be faced with a room full of Heechuls.
notes: I....have no idea. and unedited, as the rules state it must be 8D;
“My name is Lee Donghae, and I am a-” the words were suddenly stuck in Donghae’s throat, caught in the quicksand of surprise. It was only now as he stared out at the sea of faces - row after row after row - that he realised: every single person looked like Heechul.
“-a Heechulaholic,” he finished, combing nervous fingers through his hair. It was really quite daunting, to be faced with a room full of Heechuls. Heechuls that were all slowly starting to look angrier and angrier, and any moment now Donghae was certain one (or several of them) was going to demand to know why anyone would not want to be addicted to his wonderful self because-
Donghae was shocked when he opened his eyes. More correctly, when he opened his eyes and was not met with the sight of a roomful of Heechul’s, but instead the comforting, familiar view of his bedroom ceiling. Oh, it had never felt so good to wake up before!
He’d been having the same dream for awhile now, at least once a week, if not more - given there was enough time for sleep and dreaming, of course - and it was really starting to get to him. It made no sense, for a start, not that that usually bothered Donghae, but then there was that room full of quickly angering Heechul’s and that really was quite frightening.
And besides that, what the hell was a ‘Heechulaholic’, anyway? As if he was addicted to Heechul! That was just stupid. Really, really stupid.
Mumbling to himself about stupid dreams and stupider Heechul’s in the stupid dreams, Donghae pushed himself out of bed and went about preparing for the day ahead of him.
As he ate his breakfast, he stared absently over the rim of his cereal bowl at Heechul, hardly even hearing the mumbling chatter of the other sleepy boys around him.
When one half of them were packed into a van afterwards on to their first appointment for the day, two seats behind and seated besides Sungmin, Donghae could still be heard laughing too loud, and too much, at Heechul’s jokes and sarcastic remarks.
During dance rehearsal that afternoon, when Heechul complained that his water bottle was emtpy and how was he supposed to dance when he might just keel over from dehydration thanks to the ass who drank the rest of his water, Donghae was there first to offer Heechul his own bottle of water with a breathless, “here, hyung. Take mine.”
And on the way home that evening, Donghae had wormed his way into the seat beside Heechul, and spent the entire ride back to the dorm clinging to his friend’s arm and feigning sleep, all the while hiding a smile as Heechul grumbled about the ingratitude and cheek of a certain dongsaeng. Heechul was really, really warm, though, and Donghae wasn’t about to give that up for all the grumbling in the world.
It wasn’t until a few more days like that passed by, and at least one more visit from the Heechulaholic dream, that Donghae realised that he actually, really, honestly, did think he might have some kind of a problem.
“Sungminnie,” he started, after having pulled Sungmin away from a very important almost-win against Hyukjae at some kind of game, “I think I have a bit of a problem.” It was a day after The Discovery, and Donghae was anxious to talk to someone about it.
“Damn. Hyukjae was right,” Sungmin mumbled, mindless to Donghae and his little predicament. “Can I borrow some money?”
“Oh, sure, how mu-wait,” Donghae frowned, because this wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go! “Why? No, nevermind. Didn’t you hear me? I think I have a problem!”
Practically ignoring Donghae, Sungmin had pulled out his wallet and started counting his money, which was leaving Donghae further confused as to why this mattered when he thought that he had a very serious problem to deal with. It wasn’t normal, afterall, to obsess and think incessantly about a friend now, was it? Even if that friend was a good one. And very pretty. Very, very pretty.
In an attempt to regain Sungmin’s attention, Donghae poked him in the arm. And when that and saying Sungmin’s name still didn’t work, he blurted, “I’m a Heechulaholic!”
“Oh good, now I don’t owe him money,” Sungmin happily slipped his wallet back into his pocket. “But why the hell would you be addicted to Heechul?”
Donghae thought that that was a very, very good question indeed. Maybe he should ask someone. “That’s a good question. I have no idea, but I think I am. At least, my dreams keep telling me so.”