{12.} HyukJae/DongHae
# EunHae {+ DongHae/Nameless OC}
# Light Angst / PG-13
# Déjà Vu - Katy Perry
# 881 Words
# I love this song. I love EunHae. Drabble ensues.
“Hey, wanna hang out?”
DongHae looks away from his fridge door, almost as if HeeChul could see his reddening cheeks through their cellphone connection.
“Sorry hyung, I have something to do today…”
Damn, poor word choice.
“Oh, a work thing?”
“No, uh. Uhm. HyukJae is in town doing some workshops, so—yeah. We’re—meeting. Yes. Catching up.”
He chuckles, but it comes out a little hysterical.
There is a profound silence from the other end of the line.
“What about…?”
“I don’t know. We’re not… I won’t see him. Today. I think he has a meeting… or something.”
“I see. Well.”
“See you tomorrow, hyung?”
“Perhaps next week.”
“Alright.”
“Bye. Love you, DongHae.”
His words are warm but his tone is solemn, and DongHae stares at his blank phone screen and sighs.
He’s never actually said it—but he doesn’t need to either. His friends know. Everybody knows. Everybody but him.
Everyone wants to chime in, tell him what a bad idea it is to keep hooking up with his ex whenever he visits—but DongHae doesn’t want to hear it, and so everyone keeps their words to themselves.
He sets the phone aside and takes his food off the microwave. He had some leftovers from two dinners before. Leftovers he had paid for. Shame on DongHae. Shame on DongHae because he was going to call his favorite Thai restaurant and ask to deliver his and HyukJae’s dinner.
For shame.
The doorbell rings at five. Its sound resonates through DongHae’s apartment and it’s pathetic, how he jumps from his couch and runs to the door.
“Hey” HyukJae greets and DongHae feels like his heart is beating so fast and hard against his throat he might explode from sheer want. It’s not just the sex—although sex is what they always, invariably, do, during these visits—it’s about chemistry. It’s about that something that pulls them back together over and over. It’s just there.
HyukJae moved to Japan to be a dancer, and now lives everywhere where work is good (which seems, at times, to actually be everywhere). DongHae stayed and went into a stable civil worker position and quickly got to the top of his branch. HyukJae is itinerant, unpredictable. DongHae is dependable, static.They parted young and so in love it ached. But it wouldn’t have worked—can’t. The distance is too much, it is never even the same. HyukJae needs to roam. DongHae needs to stay. They were eighteen then. They are thirty now.
They should have gotten over it, by now. And yet.
HyukJae kisses his cheek and DongHae has to bite back a whimper.
“You look so fucking good, DongHae,” HyukJae whispers, and he sounds as fucking wrecked as DongHae fees.
“You clearly haven’t looked at yourself in a mirror” he croaks out. He should be more embarrassed, considering… he should be more used to it, too. Don’t they do this every couple of months? What is with the nerves—there is nothing about HyukJae he doesn’t know, that he wouldn’t want to know.
They kiss, then. Full on, lips and tongues and arms and heat, trying to wrap around each other in their embrace. HyukJae kicks the door closed and DongHae nearly smashes him against it. HyukJae winces, smiling that gummy smile that hasn’t changed in decades.
“Shit, doorknob,” they both chuckle. They rest their foreheads against each other and sigh, looking into each other’s eyes and thinking how it is possible that it still feels this perfect.
“Sorry. Uh, do you want to drink anything? Uhm… I have… Uh…”
“It’s okay. I’m not that kind of thirsty,” HyukJae says, and winks, and DongHae laughs out loud and kisses him again, walking them backwards towards his bedroom. HyukJae already knows where it is—and isn’t it crazy? How HyukJae is not from here anymore but knows exactly where everything is, how this feels so domestic even though it’s so fucking messed up.
If home is where the heart is, then HyukJae never really left Seoul.
Except he did.
But they don’t talk about that.
They don’t talk about their real lives.
Even when HyukJae notices the extra pair of slippers at the entrance next to the guest’s and DongHae’s, even if he catches a glance of the picture of the smiling couple next to the TV, even if he sees another man’s perfume next to DongHae’s usual choice—he can ignore all of those things because when they finally find the bed and they bounce a little as they fall on it, DongHae smiles so brightly he can forget other people exist, that this isn’t their always.
“It’s so good to see you” DongHae whispers, and bites his lower lip. The way he looks at HyukJae is so adoring he feels white heat surround them. He ignores the watch on the nightstand that is definitely not DongHae’s and the extra charger plugged to the outlet. He ignores it in favor of kissing DongHae’s neck, of hearing his little moans and whimpers, of feeling his hands tugging at his shirt, sliding across his hot skin.
“I missed you. I alway miss you.”
DongHae just smiles and kisses him again, knowing it’s hopeless.
This might not be their always—but it sure as hell could be their forever.
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This playlist is for that teenage jam feel. The other day "I'd do anything" popped up on my music feed and I was karaoking like a maniac walking down the street. Also good for singing when tidying up or bed-jamming while singing with a brush in hand.
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