Drabbeh for Tee
Title: Scribbles and lifting pencils
Pairing: Hyukhae
Rating: G
Summary: Donghae finds Hyukjae writing something in his room (which Hyukjae doesn't really do very often)
“…no wait. Scratch this.”
A pencil dances across the paper, filling in more strikes, more crosses, some carrots here and there, and the eraser end of the pencil gets chewed, continuously, and eyebrows hidden behind a slightly ajar door rise.
“It… just isn’t right. Yet.”
And now the eraser ends gets lowered to touch the paper, flitting, quick strokes, erasing, eradicating what was previously on the white piece of paper. Yet, the strokes don’t fully disappear, the print is still there, a lot of strength was used to write, and the white paper turns slightly crumpled. Eyebrows stay arisen, and the door opens a little wider, giving us a better peek into the room.
Sunlight coming into the room through the window, a table pressed neatly against the side of the window, stationery perfectly aligned, a bed neatly made, a small soft toy resting lightly on the pillow, something the owner will never say. The intruder makes a small noise at the back of his throat, it’s not like he will tease the other about that plushie, but the latter’s face just seem to burst into full red, as red as the sunset, he would think. He pushes his toes in and wriggles, peeking out from behind the door to see if the blonde notices anything awry.
Nothing, just more scribbles, more sighs, more frowns, and another sigh as the blonde rests his head on his left palm, facing away from the door.
Shrugging, he pushes the door open silently, walking in with his back straight, as if he hasn’t done anything, like peeking, no, that would be very rude and intrude on Hyukjae’s privacy, he reasons with himself. Moving closer, he lowers his head so that it almost rests on Hyukjae’s shoulder, and he notices that Hyukjae has his eyes closed. Humming lightly, but Hyukjae doesn’t notice, Donghae snatches the paper out of the firm grasp, almost tearing it, making it even more crumpled. But it was already crumpled to begin with, he didn’t do anything wrong, Donghae tells himself.
“HEY!”
Eyes moving quickly, scanning, giving certain words a cursory glance, while all the time trying to pry quick, fluttering hands off the paper in his hands.
“…hey, just give that back to me, alright?”
That dangerous tone, it’s a warning quick sharp hurry return it to Hyukjae before he bursts! Yet Donghae clutches it a little tighter as he turns back to face the other, his face a little hopeful, a little red from his previous exertions to escape Hyukjae’s hands. He glances at Hyukjae, the other looks back, and sighs.
“No, Donghae. It’s not for you, alright?”
“But you are plainly describing a GUY in here!”
“…STILL.”
Donghae loses his grip on the paper, placing it on the table, trying to smoothen the rough edges as he bites his lower lip. Not for him, then, for who? Who has Hyukjae seen, who has Hyukjae taken a fancy to? He takes a pencil to fill his now empty hand, twiddling, fiddling, and the blunt pencil makes several squiggles on the back of his hand, something very similar to the word Hyukjae.
Lifting a hand, Hyukjae gently pries those fingers off his pencil, his pencil is very precious thank you very much, and runs a finger across the lower lip to loosen the bite. He lifts the pencil to now draw something at the bottom of the page, but Donghae isn’t really looking, he’s thinking, wondering, perhaps this is first love gone wrong, there’s something more, second, third, or is it just a crush unfulfilled afterall?
Stuffing the paper into Donghae’s hands, Hyukjae turns back to pull another piece of white paper over, mumbling gruffly to himself as he doodles. Donghae flips the now crumpled-again confession letter over, and he scans through, eyes reaching the bottom even before he wants to, he doesn’t think he’s prepared fully yet, it’s kind of a scare, a surprise, Hyukjae can find himself a girlfriend!, that he’s probably not needed anymo-
Oh.
“So…this is just practice for the future? For us?”
Title: Glow, jacket, wonderful, something romantic
Pairing: Hyukhae
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hyukjae delves into a warm blanket filled with Donghae
“Hey sleepyhead, wake up.”
Something warm is nudging him in between his shoulder blades, and Donghae turns around blearily to let out a small whine of protest, complaining that it’s cold and the blanket is so warm he doesn’t want to leave it. He peers through his eyes to see Hyukjae adjusting himself comfortably under his blankets, feels Hyukjae throw one arm over him to hug him tight against his chest, and the other hand slip under his jacket. Listening to the other hum, Donghae closes his eyes and digs his mop of hair into the crook under Hyukjae’s chin, feeling the vibrations spread through his head softly.
“Come on now, yeah,” Donghae hears Hyukjae breathe, and the last word sounds so filled with air Donghae can’t help but shiver, though in a good way, at how Hyukjae is now gently caressing his side, long strokes up and down, over the ribs, pressing tenderly, yet lingering especially over his waist area. Hyukjae presses a little more gingerly, and Donghae shoots out a hand to grab that from touching his ticklish spot further. Groaning, he tangles his legs with Hyukjae, and buries himself even deeper into Hyukjae.
He hears Hyukjae sigh once, and marvels at how the sigh actually can sound that good to his ears. Smiling, he lets Hyukjae lift up his chin to face the other, eyes still closed and he senses that Hyukjae is staring, straight, right at him, and he feels almost shy to open his eyes to meet Hyukjae’s clear, open gaze evenly, and opts for running his thumb over their intertwined hands underneath his jacket then.
“Donghae-yah,” Hyukjae is murmuring, and Donghae feels Hyukjae’s lips pressed against his. He moves his in a slow rhythm, along with Hyukjae, unwilling to part his lips in fear of morning breath, yet wanting a little more, and thus he slides his foot up and down Hyukjae’s calf, pressing a moan into the back of Hyukjae’s throat as the latter moves a little more urgently.
“Hmm…” Hyukjae breaths once they part, a little more satisfied than before as Donghae opens his eyes. They exchange small smiles and Hyukjae squeezes that foot in between his calves, trapping and halting Donghae’s movement, and is that a slight smirk Donghae sees Hyukjae sporting?
“Look at you, practically glowing after I have kissed you,” Hyukjae comments, and Donghae feels his face flush red. He curses softly, yet without much vengeance, wondering how his blood could make its way up so fast, so quickly that he almost feels it rushing up. Hyukjae lifts a hand to soothe the blush, and Donghae leans a little into it, snuggles a little, and turns his head to kiss the centre of that palm as sensually as he can.
Hyukjae smiles, withdrawing his hand slowly, and Donghae feels the reluctance in it. He raises his eyes to shoot a questioning glance at the other, but Hyukjae just hugs him closer than ever, burying his nose into Donghae’s hair and takes a deep breath, kiss the crown of Donghae’s head, and Donghae thinks he can wake up to this every morning.
“Come on now, breakfast at that café around the corner, what do you think?” Hyukjae murmurs into the head of hair, and Donghae hums.
“Wonderful,” Donghae replies, “but that can wait a little more, can’t it?” he finishes, and he press his lips against the bottom of that tantalizing Adam apple of Hyukjae, wrapping Hyukjae with his jacket, touching more, and more, until it feels like they can practically fit under one jacket, hearts beating in sync, and somewhere at the back of Donghae’s mind, he doesn’t really mind the cold hand now slipping under his shirt as they share another kiss.
Pairing: Hyukhae
Rating: G
Summary: Donghae finds Hyukjae writing something in his room (which Hyukjae doesn't really do very often)
“…no wait. Scratch this.”
A pencil dances across the paper, filling in more strikes, more crosses, some carrots here and there, and the eraser end of the pencil gets chewed, continuously, and eyebrows hidden behind a slightly ajar door rise.
“It… just isn’t right. Yet.”
And now the eraser ends gets lowered to touch the paper, flitting, quick strokes, erasing, eradicating what was previously on the white piece of paper. Yet, the strokes don’t fully disappear, the print is still there, a lot of strength was used to write, and the white paper turns slightly crumpled. Eyebrows stay arisen, and the door opens a little wider, giving us a better peek into the room.
Sunlight coming into the room through the window, a table pressed neatly against the side of the window, stationery perfectly aligned, a bed neatly made, a small soft toy resting lightly on the pillow, something the owner will never say. The intruder makes a small noise at the back of his throat, it’s not like he will tease the other about that plushie, but the latter’s face just seem to burst into full red, as red as the sunset, he would think. He pushes his toes in and wriggles, peeking out from behind the door to see if the blonde notices anything awry.
Nothing, just more scribbles, more sighs, more frowns, and another sigh as the blonde rests his head on his left palm, facing away from the door.
Shrugging, he pushes the door open silently, walking in with his back straight, as if he hasn’t done anything, like peeking, no, that would be very rude and intrude on Hyukjae’s privacy, he reasons with himself. Moving closer, he lowers his head so that it almost rests on Hyukjae’s shoulder, and he notices that Hyukjae has his eyes closed. Humming lightly, but Hyukjae doesn’t notice, Donghae snatches the paper out of the firm grasp, almost tearing it, making it even more crumpled. But it was already crumpled to begin with, he didn’t do anything wrong, Donghae tells himself.
“HEY!”
Eyes moving quickly, scanning, giving certain words a cursory glance, while all the time trying to pry quick, fluttering hands off the paper in his hands.
“…hey, just give that back to me, alright?”
That dangerous tone, it’s a warning quick sharp hurry return it to Hyukjae before he bursts! Yet Donghae clutches it a little tighter as he turns back to face the other, his face a little hopeful, a little red from his previous exertions to escape Hyukjae’s hands. He glances at Hyukjae, the other looks back, and sighs.
“No, Donghae. It’s not for you, alright?”
“But you are plainly describing a GUY in here!”
“…STILL.”
Donghae loses his grip on the paper, placing it on the table, trying to smoothen the rough edges as he bites his lower lip. Not for him, then, for who? Who has Hyukjae seen, who has Hyukjae taken a fancy to? He takes a pencil to fill his now empty hand, twiddling, fiddling, and the blunt pencil makes several squiggles on the back of his hand, something very similar to the word Hyukjae.
Lifting a hand, Hyukjae gently pries those fingers off his pencil, his pencil is very precious thank you very much, and runs a finger across the lower lip to loosen the bite. He lifts the pencil to now draw something at the bottom of the page, but Donghae isn’t really looking, he’s thinking, wondering, perhaps this is first love gone wrong, there’s something more, second, third, or is it just a crush unfulfilled afterall?
Stuffing the paper into Donghae’s hands, Hyukjae turns back to pull another piece of white paper over, mumbling gruffly to himself as he doodles. Donghae flips the now crumpled-again confession letter over, and he scans through, eyes reaching the bottom even before he wants to, he doesn’t think he’s prepared fully yet, it’s kind of a scare, a surprise, Hyukjae can find himself a girlfriend!, that he’s probably not needed anymo-
Oh.
“So…this is just practice for the future? For us?”
Title: Glow, jacket, wonderful, something romantic
Pairing: Hyukhae
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hyukjae delves into a warm blanket filled with Donghae
“Hey sleepyhead, wake up.”
Something warm is nudging him in between his shoulder blades, and Donghae turns around blearily to let out a small whine of protest, complaining that it’s cold and the blanket is so warm he doesn’t want to leave it. He peers through his eyes to see Hyukjae adjusting himself comfortably under his blankets, feels Hyukjae throw one arm over him to hug him tight against his chest, and the other hand slip under his jacket. Listening to the other hum, Donghae closes his eyes and digs his mop of hair into the crook under Hyukjae’s chin, feeling the vibrations spread through his head softly.
“Come on now, yeah,” Donghae hears Hyukjae breathe, and the last word sounds so filled with air Donghae can’t help but shiver, though in a good way, at how Hyukjae is now gently caressing his side, long strokes up and down, over the ribs, pressing tenderly, yet lingering especially over his waist area. Hyukjae presses a little more gingerly, and Donghae shoots out a hand to grab that from touching his ticklish spot further. Groaning, he tangles his legs with Hyukjae, and buries himself even deeper into Hyukjae.
He hears Hyukjae sigh once, and marvels at how the sigh actually can sound that good to his ears. Smiling, he lets Hyukjae lift up his chin to face the other, eyes still closed and he senses that Hyukjae is staring, straight, right at him, and he feels almost shy to open his eyes to meet Hyukjae’s clear, open gaze evenly, and opts for running his thumb over their intertwined hands underneath his jacket then.
“Donghae-yah,” Hyukjae is murmuring, and Donghae feels Hyukjae’s lips pressed against his. He moves his in a slow rhythm, along with Hyukjae, unwilling to part his lips in fear of morning breath, yet wanting a little more, and thus he slides his foot up and down Hyukjae’s calf, pressing a moan into the back of Hyukjae’s throat as the latter moves a little more urgently.
“Hmm…” Hyukjae breaths once they part, a little more satisfied than before as Donghae opens his eyes. They exchange small smiles and Hyukjae squeezes that foot in between his calves, trapping and halting Donghae’s movement, and is that a slight smirk Donghae sees Hyukjae sporting?
“Look at you, practically glowing after I have kissed you,” Hyukjae comments, and Donghae feels his face flush red. He curses softly, yet without much vengeance, wondering how his blood could make its way up so fast, so quickly that he almost feels it rushing up. Hyukjae lifts a hand to soothe the blush, and Donghae leans a little into it, snuggles a little, and turns his head to kiss the centre of that palm as sensually as he can.
Hyukjae smiles, withdrawing his hand slowly, and Donghae feels the reluctance in it. He raises his eyes to shoot a questioning glance at the other, but Hyukjae just hugs him closer than ever, burying his nose into Donghae’s hair and takes a deep breath, kiss the crown of Donghae’s head, and Donghae thinks he can wake up to this every morning.
“Come on now, breakfast at that café around the corner, what do you think?” Hyukjae murmurs into the head of hair, and Donghae hums.
“Wonderful,” Donghae replies, “but that can wait a little more, can’t it?” he finishes, and he press his lips against the bottom of that tantalizing Adam apple of Hyukjae, wrapping Hyukjae with his jacket, touching more, and more, until it feels like they can practically fit under one jacket, hearts beating in sync, and somewhere at the back of Donghae’s mind, he doesn’t really mind the cold hand now slipping under his shirt as they share another kiss.