[fic]
title: Possibilities
rating: G
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: slight Hyukjae/Donghae
Summary: Life doesn’t stop, even for lost possibilities.
Comments: AU. Written for the Spring theme of "sakuragari" at 4seasons_rabu.
Donghae and Hyukjae grew up together. One day at school, near the start of the new school year, Hyukjae had seen Donghae lying in a quiet corner of the playground, staring blankly up at the sky. He’d gone over, introduced himself to the boy, and inquired as to what he was doing on the floor.
“Looking for castles,” had been Donghae’s simple, and somewhat confusing, answer.
Not wanting to sound as if he didn’t know what the other boy was talking about, Hyukjae had feigned understanding. “Find any?”
For the first time then, Donghae had turned to look at Hyukjae, smiling warmly at the other boy as he said, “I’m Donghae.”
That was all it had taken, an exchange of smiles, and they had a friend for life.
* * *
“I’m leaving, Donghae. Moving.”
The words almost came as a surprise to Donghae. Almost. For awhile now, he had felt Hyukjae’s restless energy. He had known something was on his friends mind. Now he knew what.
“Where?” He asked, sounding a little flat. It was small hope Hyukjae was only moving to a different street or house.
“To the city.”
The small flame of hope vanished for Donghae. The city. Everyone who wanted to be anyone moved to the city. This small town was nothing, not the kind of place that housed big hopes and dreams. And Hyukjae, it seemed, had bigger hopes and dreams than this town could fulfil.
It wasn’t nearby, the city. Not close enough for those fake words like ‘I’ll come visit’ or ‘you can come stay’ or ‘we’ll still see each other.’ It was too far away for any of that, and Donghae had a feeling none of that would happen anyway. Hyukjae was moving on, moving away. This town wasn’t good enough for him. Maybe Donghae wasn’t, either.
“When are you going?”
“A month.”
Everything was said so plainly, so simply, as if they were merely stating facts, 1 + 2 equalled 3, x=y, Hyukjae was leaving. It was all so … calm, so clinical. Their words lacked any emotion. But emotionless was the last thing either of them was just then.
With a sigh, the softest of breaths slipping from between his lips, Donghae replied, “you’ll miss the cherry blossoms.”
* * *
There had been a point in time when Donghae thought he knew everything there was to know about Hyukjae. He was his best friend, he always had been, and Donghae thought he always would be. He knew Hyukjae’s dreams, his fears, his plans for the future, what he wanted to call his children when he had them eventually. He knew just about everything there was to know about Hyukjae, and Donghae was sure Hyukjae knew all the same things about him.
But, apparently there had been a few things Donghae had not known, like Hyukjae’s plans to move away.
He wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it. Sad, of course, Hyukjae was his best friend. Of course, they’d had other friends too, but ever since that day they had first met, there had been something else, something more between them.
Donghae would definitely be sad to see Hyukjae leave. But, he was grown up now, they both were, finished with school and ready to go out into the adult world and start working. It was just Hyukjae wanted to expand his world and go a little further, leaving Donghae behind.
But, it was a natural course of life, wasn’t it. People grew up and left home. Donghae shouldn’t have expected Hyukjae to be around forever, however much he would have liked it. Yes, he was sad, but, he would have to accept it. Life went on, after all.
* * *
Sometimes, Donghae had wondered if things between himself and Hyukjae could have been different. Sometimes, he wondered what else was there, what more could possibly be hiding behind warm lingering touches, awkward lip twitches, almost blushing cheeks and caught side-long glances.
Sometimes, he wondered what possibilities were lurking behind both of their smiles to each other. He was sure, whenever he caught Hyukjae’s eye, that he could see his friend sometimes wondered about the exact same possibilities.
What if’s. Maybe’s. Perhap’s. There were possibilities, endless possibilities of more. But life sometimes intervened and took these possibilities away. The door to one set closed, and a window for more opened. Possibilities came and went, endless and ever changing, and what more could you do but go with the flow and carry on?
* * *
“Look, Hae. I didn’t miss them completely.”
Coming to see the cherry blossoms in spring was an unspoken tradition between Donghae and Hyukjae. It wasn’t something they ever planned, or discussed, but every year it happened anyway, like an incidental accident.
Donghae had thought that Hyukjae would miss it this year. But there, on the tree in front of them, with its pale petals starting to unfold, was an early blossom.
It seemed a shame, a waste, to lose a chance, to lose something that could have blossomed and grown into something beautiful. But life didn’t stop for might have’s and might have not’s, it went on despite of.
Hyukjae’s hand felt warm on his shoulder. Donghae turned in to the touch, smiling. He didn’t know it, but it was exactly the same as the first smile he had ever given Hyukjae, years ago when they first met.
“No, not completely.”
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rating: G
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: slight Hyukjae/Donghae
Summary: Life doesn’t stop, even for lost possibilities.
Comments: AU. Written for the Spring theme of "sakuragari" at 4seasons_rabu.
Donghae and Hyukjae grew up together. One day at school, near the start of the new school year, Hyukjae had seen Donghae lying in a quiet corner of the playground, staring blankly up at the sky. He’d gone over, introduced himself to the boy, and inquired as to what he was doing on the floor.
“Looking for castles,” had been Donghae’s simple, and somewhat confusing, answer.
Not wanting to sound as if he didn’t know what the other boy was talking about, Hyukjae had feigned understanding. “Find any?”
For the first time then, Donghae had turned to look at Hyukjae, smiling warmly at the other boy as he said, “I’m Donghae.”
That was all it had taken, an exchange of smiles, and they had a friend for life.
* * *
“I’m leaving, Donghae. Moving.”
The words almost came as a surprise to Donghae. Almost. For awhile now, he had felt Hyukjae’s restless energy. He had known something was on his friends mind. Now he knew what.
“Where?” He asked, sounding a little flat. It was small hope Hyukjae was only moving to a different street or house.
“To the city.”
The small flame of hope vanished for Donghae. The city. Everyone who wanted to be anyone moved to the city. This small town was nothing, not the kind of place that housed big hopes and dreams. And Hyukjae, it seemed, had bigger hopes and dreams than this town could fulfil.
It wasn’t nearby, the city. Not close enough for those fake words like ‘I’ll come visit’ or ‘you can come stay’ or ‘we’ll still see each other.’ It was too far away for any of that, and Donghae had a feeling none of that would happen anyway. Hyukjae was moving on, moving away. This town wasn’t good enough for him. Maybe Donghae wasn’t, either.
“When are you going?”
“A month.”
Everything was said so plainly, so simply, as if they were merely stating facts, 1 + 2 equalled 3, x=y, Hyukjae was leaving. It was all so … calm, so clinical. Their words lacked any emotion. But emotionless was the last thing either of them was just then.
With a sigh, the softest of breaths slipping from between his lips, Donghae replied, “you’ll miss the cherry blossoms.”
* * *
There had been a point in time when Donghae thought he knew everything there was to know about Hyukjae. He was his best friend, he always had been, and Donghae thought he always would be. He knew Hyukjae’s dreams, his fears, his plans for the future, what he wanted to call his children when he had them eventually. He knew just about everything there was to know about Hyukjae, and Donghae was sure Hyukjae knew all the same things about him.
But, apparently there had been a few things Donghae had not known, like Hyukjae’s plans to move away.
He wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it. Sad, of course, Hyukjae was his best friend. Of course, they’d had other friends too, but ever since that day they had first met, there had been something else, something more between them.
Donghae would definitely be sad to see Hyukjae leave. But, he was grown up now, they both were, finished with school and ready to go out into the adult world and start working. It was just Hyukjae wanted to expand his world and go a little further, leaving Donghae behind.
But, it was a natural course of life, wasn’t it. People grew up and left home. Donghae shouldn’t have expected Hyukjae to be around forever, however much he would have liked it. Yes, he was sad, but, he would have to accept it. Life went on, after all.
* * *
Sometimes, Donghae had wondered if things between himself and Hyukjae could have been different. Sometimes, he wondered what else was there, what more could possibly be hiding behind warm lingering touches, awkward lip twitches, almost blushing cheeks and caught side-long glances.
Sometimes, he wondered what possibilities were lurking behind both of their smiles to each other. He was sure, whenever he caught Hyukjae’s eye, that he could see his friend sometimes wondered about the exact same possibilities.
What if’s. Maybe’s. Perhap’s. There were possibilities, endless possibilities of more. But life sometimes intervened and took these possibilities away. The door to one set closed, and a window for more opened. Possibilities came and went, endless and ever changing, and what more could you do but go with the flow and carry on?
* * *
“Look, Hae. I didn’t miss them completely.”
Coming to see the cherry blossoms in spring was an unspoken tradition between Donghae and Hyukjae. It wasn’t something they ever planned, or discussed, but every year it happened anyway, like an incidental accident.
Donghae had thought that Hyukjae would miss it this year. But there, on the tree in front of them, with its pale petals starting to unfold, was an early blossom.
It seemed a shame, a waste, to lose a chance, to lose something that could have blossomed and grown into something beautiful. But life didn’t stop for might have’s and might have not’s, it went on despite of.
Hyukjae’s hand felt warm on his shoulder. Donghae turned in to the touch, smiling. He didn’t know it, but it was exactly the same as the first smile he had ever given Hyukjae, years ago when they first met.
“No, not completely.”
- end -