This is my first fanfic, so basically I have no idea what I'm doing. So feel free to leave comments, friendly or unfriendly! And just a heads-up, I'm writing this as I go, so it's probably not going to make much sense, so bear with me if it's horrible. All the Super Junior couples will be mentioned, though not explicitly, because I want this story to in some ways resemble what I think the boys feel sometimes. (Some credit goes to the Book Thief, for the part on the skies).

- Teaser -

The radio was tuned to Capital FM, which was currently playing soft classical music, because 1. it was in the middle of the afternoon, so 2. there would be no need for DJs to be making their jokes because 3. there wouldn't be any call-ins, because 4. it was the middle of the bloody afternoon. But the song was good. Donghae recognized it. That particular piece was Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by Mozart. Hyukjae liked to for knowing the names to 18th-century songs ("bloody hell Donghae, it was written in the 18th-century, why would you even want to Google the names, they all sound the same anyway"), but Donghae liked knowing the songs' names. Most people knew the song, knew the first variation at least. It was one of those classics that everybody knew at some point. But they never bothered to learn more. Donghae prided himself on trying to learn as much as he could about everything. Especially music. Always the music. Also, if he hadn't Googled the song, (which was hard enough, when he was only going by Mozart's name and absolutely no lyrics), he wouldn't have known that Mozart happened to be a musical genius who managed to aggravate anyone who ever met him. He also had a sister who was every bit the musical genius he was, but because she didn't get the schooling he did just because she was a girl, she didn't get the chance to perform like he did. That was another thing Hyukjae liked to about. Knowing stuff that was apparently useless. But Donghae forgave him when he . Because he knew Hyukjae was being a friend, and teasing each other was their way of being friends, and that the other members wouldn't put up with his . He only had Hyukjae.

Donghae looked out the car window, and peered at the sky. It was a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon. He'd loved watching the skies, ever since he was a little kid in Mokpo, when the only thing that'd mattered was beating his brother in their daily afternoon fishing race, and keeping an eye out for any stray salmon that might happen to swim their way. He still remembered Donghwa giving him a secret sip of his Coke, tossing a wink over his shoulder at seven-year-old Donghae, and both of them sitting on the port watching the sun melt into the sky and the sea. Of course, that was then. Now, he found he had less and less time to stare at the sky. So he treasured every chance he got. It was a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon. The members were mostly asleep. The driver honked and swore and the car inched forward.

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Okay, I'm probably going to be at updating because school and homework and the usual excuses, but I'm going to be truthful here and just know that I'm lazy as hell so bear with me, yeah? But I've got a really good idea for this story (at least, I think it's good), so just bear with the painfully slow updates, the swearing (let's not forget the swearing), and everything else. Thanks guys!

By the way, 7 subscribers? When I haven't written a single thing? Thanks! I'll try my best to update within the week (no promises, because let's be honest, it's the Christmas holidays and I'm just probably gonna procrastinate), but yeah, thanks for subscribing!