comfort of a different kind (Eunhyuk/Tablo)
Eunhyuk/Tablo (Super Junior/Epik High)
PG-13 for mention of sex.
AU; 465 word-drabble. Extra, unused part of a current WIP multi-chapter.
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The first time Daniel has sex, it’s messy, embarrassing, and more than a little awkward. She left afterwards, not bothering to leave a phone number or other means of contact, and Daniel is left a little confused as he watches her let herself out, closing his dorm room door behind her without a backwards glance. He should be elated, or at the very least, relieved that he’d finally done it (being a virgin as he neared his twenty first birthday was cutting it close to pathetic), but instead, he feels an inexplicable, burning sense of shame settle upon him.
Lifting himself out of bed, he goes through the motions of showering and brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed with unseeing eyes. Before long, he’s standing hesitantly beside his bed again, staring down at the rumpled sheets.
Fuck it, he thinks, and pulls the covers up before flinging himself flat on his back on top of them. He’ll do the laundry in the morning. He closes his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep.
And opens them, five minutes later.
Hauling his body up so that he’s leaning against the wall, he reaches for his phone.
By the third ring, he’s convinced that Hyukjae isn’t there, because, really, it’s just past three in the afternoon, he’s got better things to do than talk to boys six years his senior and what is Daniel doing anyway, God, he’s only fifteen and Daniel’s clearly going out of his mind and he’s just about to end the call when he hears a static fumbling on the other end before Hyukjae answers with a breathless, “Yeoboseyo?”
“Hey, Hyukjae-yah.”
“Hyung?” Daniel can practically hear the ecstatic grin on Hyukjae’s face through the line, and it makes the corners of his own mouth curl up into a grin. “What are you doing calling me? Isn’t it very late there?”
Daniel glances over at his bedside table where his alarm clock is blinking 1:13AM innocently back at him. “I couldn’t sleep.” He settles more comfortably against the wall, pushing his pillow behind his back, and purposefully doesn’t think about smooth skin and long hair spilling over his pillow.
“Ah, you must be very busy, right? You should make sure you get enough sleep, hyung.”
“Yeah, I will. Just… just felt like talking to you, Hyukkie-yah. How have you been?” He closes his eyes and lets Hyukjae’s eager recount of his and Junsu’s (“Who’s Junsu?” “My best friend, hyung.” “Oh… okay.”) soccer game wash over him, responding when appropriate with the right questions, the right answers. His brain goes into autopilot, and he just listens to the comforting inflections of Korean down the static phone line; just listens to the familiar, cheerful voice all the way from Seoul, and he doesn't feel so lonely.
PG-13 for mention of sex.
AU; 465 word-drabble. Extra, unused part of a current WIP multi-chapter.
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The first time Daniel has sex, it’s messy, embarrassing, and more than a little awkward. She left afterwards, not bothering to leave a phone number or other means of contact, and Daniel is left a little confused as he watches her let herself out, closing his dorm room door behind her without a backwards glance. He should be elated, or at the very least, relieved that he’d finally done it (being a virgin as he neared his twenty first birthday was cutting it close to pathetic), but instead, he feels an inexplicable, burning sense of shame settle upon him.
Lifting himself out of bed, he goes through the motions of showering and brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed with unseeing eyes. Before long, he’s standing hesitantly beside his bed again, staring down at the rumpled sheets.
Fuck it, he thinks, and pulls the covers up before flinging himself flat on his back on top of them. He’ll do the laundry in the morning. He closes his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep.
And opens them, five minutes later.
Hauling his body up so that he’s leaning against the wall, he reaches for his phone.
By the third ring, he’s convinced that Hyukjae isn’t there, because, really, it’s just past three in the afternoon, he’s got better things to do than talk to boys six years his senior and what is Daniel doing anyway, God, he’s only fifteen and Daniel’s clearly going out of his mind and he’s just about to end the call when he hears a static fumbling on the other end before Hyukjae answers with a breathless, “Yeoboseyo?”
“Hey, Hyukjae-yah.”
“Hyung?” Daniel can practically hear the ecstatic grin on Hyukjae’s face through the line, and it makes the corners of his own mouth curl up into a grin. “What are you doing calling me? Isn’t it very late there?”
Daniel glances over at his bedside table where his alarm clock is blinking 1:13AM innocently back at him. “I couldn’t sleep.” He settles more comfortably against the wall, pushing his pillow behind his back, and purposefully doesn’t think about smooth skin and long hair spilling over his pillow.
“Ah, you must be very busy, right? You should make sure you get enough sleep, hyung.”
“Yeah, I will. Just… just felt like talking to you, Hyukkie-yah. How have you been?” He closes his eyes and lets Hyukjae’s eager recount of his and Junsu’s (“Who’s Junsu?” “My best friend, hyung.” “Oh… okay.”) soccer game wash over him, responding when appropriate with the right questions, the right answers. His brain goes into autopilot, and he just listens to the comforting inflections of Korean down the static phone line; just listens to the familiar, cheerful voice all the way from Seoul, and he doesn't feel so lonely.