# EunHae {+ DongHae/Nameless OC}

# Light Angst / PG-13

# Déjà Vu - Katy Perry

# 881 Words

# I love this song. I love EunHae. Drabble ensues.

Title: An Apartment of Our Own, or; three things that happen when DongHae and HyukJae move in together

Rating: G

Notes: Because why not, EunHae Fluff is good for your health

Pairing: ChangKyu

Rating: eh… around R-ish

Genre: Romance / Slice of Life 

Word Count: 1.910 (officially, this is a mini-oneshot)

Notes: Desire by Y&Y got stuck in my head and I just had to do something with it. 

Wait, no. That came out wrong.

{I rescued this from my old Shuffle Drabbles Tumblr, of which I have lost the password and cannot retrieve it because the email for that tumblr had the same password #genius. Either way, I thought it'd revive some of these.}

# EunHae

# Apologize – One Republic

# R | Angst | Warning!Character’sDeath

# 528words

# {for my beautiful chinini~<3}

Everyone should get a second chance, DongHae used to always say this. He had that kind of benevolent soul, so resilient he could overcome whatever the world threw against him, was able to forgive anything because he believed people were actually capable of change. People are good if you give them the trust to be, he’d say.

He had that big cheerful smile that gave you the sensation that the world was a brighter place, eyes sparkly and a laugh so contagious it could actually make your day… All of this, HyukJae adored.

HyukJae… he wasn’t like DongHae, though. He wasn’t warm and supportive.

No, HyukJae was a player, a destroyer.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love DongHae; he just subconsciously took him for granted. DongHae was loyal, unconditional, had been in fact since High School, so why would he make any effort, deprive himself of the worldly pleasures if he could have all of them, including DongHae?

That particular night, however, he’d gone too far.

DongHae and he had been fighting about something HyukJae had done—he didn’t really care about what it was; it probably wasn’t as terrible as DongHae had made it out to be.

“It’s as if you don’t love me anymore!” DongHae had shouted.

“Well, it’s because I don’t love your pathetic ass anymore!” HyukJae had replied, and then immediately taken a step back and bitten his tongue. Both of their eyes were widened with the force of the words, with the power they carried.

That wasn’t true. No matter what, that would never be true.

DongHae had been shaken for a moment, as if a bomb had exploded within his ribcage, but then he had composed, taken a deep breath and rearranged his facial expression. He had suddenly been filled with that detached dignity, that poisonous pride of the wounded.

“Fine then” he had whispered coldly, before taking his jacket and keys and heading out the door.

It was the last time HyukJae ever saw him… except for the pictures from the news that reported DongHae’s late night car crash of course; his TV, his twitter timeline, all his fucking dreams were filled with those images. All filled with memories and guilt, so much guilt.

All that night, he had been feeling remorseful and restless, wishing he could take it back. For the first time, he actually felt the damage he had caused his love, how dangerous his words had been. That look in DongHae’s face, it was the exact description of a heartbreak, of life escaping a human being. It had sickened HyukJae to his core.

Yet, why should he go beg for DongHae’s forgiveness? In the end, DongHae would eventually come back on his hands and knees, asking for HyukJae to take him back.

So he didn’t go.

All night, for the first time ever, he had wanted to apologize.

But he hadn’t.

And now, as he left the most breathtaking flower bouquet on top of the marble gravestone—way better than anything he had ever bought for DongHae before, in fact—, he fully realized that it was too late.

From now on, it would always be too late.

Hey~ ♥ I'm doing this thing.