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Drunk + Suju Random Pairing Generator.
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Donghae / Shindong / I'm sorry, I don't speak stupid
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Like any epic love story this one begins at a bathroom.
It is five AM one morning when Shindong wakes up, and goes to the bathroom. Totally normal bodily functions satisfied, and not the ones he hears Eunhyuk doing sometime during showers - not that he wants to hear it, it's just, Eunhyuk does not know how not to be stupid loud - and contently he goes back to bed.
Only not his own.
And he only realises the mistake the next morning, around 8AM, when Donghae rolls out of bed lazily, and Shindong's arms are suddenly empty.
"Mornin'," Donghae says and wanders off, leaving Shindong panic-struck in the bed that is not his own.
They cuddled.
Cuddled.
*
It's not like cuddling is a crime, though, he rationalizes. People cuddle a lot. Some people cuddle all the time. He cuddles with Heechul frequently, and then Heechul abuses him, and then they cuddle some more. It's a very normal boyband activity, cuddling for the cameras. Just a hug or an embrace or a peck on the cheek. Cutesy, perfect. Dances the line of friendship and romance, tickles the nerves of fangirls all over the world.
It's just how it works.
Only there was no camera. There was just a lazy amazing warmth that surrounded him under Donghae's blanket, a comfortable warm, and a warm body - not like a girl's but would have to suffice and there was, there was touching.
It wasn't uncalled-for-touching. He didn't dryhump Donghae and Donghae didn't slip a hand inside Shindong's boxers or anything.
It was all very innocent.
Almost too innocent.
*
"Jesus H fucking Christ," Heechul says and Shindong sees Siwon wince. "You're the faggiest fuck in this band if you're feeling uncomfortable over a simple cuddle session."
Shindong defends himself. "It was oddly intimate!"
"He didn't rub your cock and you got no boner," Heechul says. "Or did you?"
"No!"
"So what the hell's such a big deal?"
"We're not supposed to do that!" Shindong exclaims. "Not like that. Not so .."
"You have some serious issues," Heechul says with a sigh. "What the fuck do you want, testimonials? 'Hi I'm Kangin, I suck cock occasionally and cuddling a bandmember is not what I consider gay' type of thing?"
"See, this is why I moved out in the first place," Kangin says irritably, hiding a blush behind a magazine.
"So why are you back now?" Heechul asks.
"I, um, er, Teukie asked," Kangin finishes lamely and pretends intensely to be reading.
Donghae walks in. He greets the crowd and then, with a smile towards Shindong, "Hi, Donghee-hyung."
Shindong's stomach drops twelve feet and as Heechul smirks at him, he feels the spiral of gay begin to suck him in.
But not like that. Not like, suck. Not like, really suck.
He pushes the thought aside. It probably isn't very not-gay to think about sucking for such a long time.
*
Like all epic love stories, this one continues at a bathroom.
It just happens so that the next time they go outside to a club, Shindong runs into Donghae in the bathroom. Donghae is looking at himself in the mirror and Shindong is sort of really really drunk, so he forgets about peeing and all such related activities and blurts out instead:
"I'm so sorry I cuddled you!"
Donghae doesn't respond. At first. "What?"
"That night. The cuddling. I shouldn't have."
Donghae looks at Shindong through the mirror. "Oh, that. That was nice. Don't worry."
kfskfkjshfkjs Shindong is so OOC here. I am moving on.
Assume they have sex. End of story. XDDDD
......So safe to say I cannot write fic drunk. zd-fdsjf gonna go watch a movie or something.
Geez.
Let's go.
Donghae / Shindong / I'm sorry, I don't speak stupid
---
Like any epic love story this one begins at a bathroom.
It is five AM one morning when Shindong wakes up, and goes to the bathroom. Totally normal bodily functions satisfied, and not the ones he hears Eunhyuk doing sometime during showers - not that he wants to hear it, it's just, Eunhyuk does not know how not to be stupid loud - and contently he goes back to bed.
Only not his own.
And he only realises the mistake the next morning, around 8AM, when Donghae rolls out of bed lazily, and Shindong's arms are suddenly empty.
"Mornin'," Donghae says and wanders off, leaving Shindong panic-struck in the bed that is not his own.
They cuddled.
Cuddled.
*
It's not like cuddling is a crime, though, he rationalizes. People cuddle a lot. Some people cuddle all the time. He cuddles with Heechul frequently, and then Heechul abuses him, and then they cuddle some more. It's a very normal boyband activity, cuddling for the cameras. Just a hug or an embrace or a peck on the cheek. Cutesy, perfect. Dances the line of friendship and romance, tickles the nerves of fangirls all over the world.
It's just how it works.
Only there was no camera. There was just a lazy amazing warmth that surrounded him under Donghae's blanket, a comfortable warm, and a warm body - not like a girl's but would have to suffice and there was, there was touching.
It wasn't uncalled-for-touching. He didn't dryhump Donghae and Donghae didn't slip a hand inside Shindong's boxers or anything.
It was all very innocent.
Almost too innocent.
*
"Jesus H fucking Christ," Heechul says and Shindong sees Siwon wince. "You're the faggiest fuck in this band if you're feeling uncomfortable over a simple cuddle session."
Shindong defends himself. "It was oddly intimate!"
"He didn't rub your cock and you got no boner," Heechul says. "Or did you?"
"No!"
"So what the hell's such a big deal?"
"We're not supposed to do that!" Shindong exclaims. "Not like that. Not so .."
"You have some serious issues," Heechul says with a sigh. "What the fuck do you want, testimonials? 'Hi I'm Kangin, I suck cock occasionally and cuddling a bandmember is not what I consider gay' type of thing?"
"See, this is why I moved out in the first place," Kangin says irritably, hiding a blush behind a magazine.
"So why are you back now?" Heechul asks.
"I, um, er, Teukie asked," Kangin finishes lamely and pretends intensely to be reading.
Donghae walks in. He greets the crowd and then, with a smile towards Shindong, "Hi, Donghee-hyung."
Shindong's stomach drops twelve feet and as Heechul smirks at him, he feels the spiral of gay begin to suck him in.
But not like that. Not like, suck. Not like, really suck.
He pushes the thought aside. It probably isn't very not-gay to think about sucking for such a long time.
*
Like all epic love stories, this one continues at a bathroom.
It just happens so that the next time they go outside to a club, Shindong runs into Donghae in the bathroom. Donghae is looking at himself in the mirror and Shindong is sort of really really drunk, so he forgets about peeing and all such related activities and blurts out instead:
"I'm so sorry I cuddled you!"
Donghae doesn't respond. At first. "What?"
"That night. The cuddling. I shouldn't have."
Donghae looks at Shindong through the mirror. "Oh, that. That was nice. Don't worry."
kfskfkjshfkjs Shindong is so OOC here. I am moving on.
Assume they have sex. End of story. XDDDD
......So safe to say I cannot write fic drunk. zd-fdsjf gonna go watch a movie or something.
Geez.