Donghae’s sweet, accented English was pulling at something painfully inside Hyukjae, so he got up and made his way towards the bathroom to brush his teeth.  What, exactly, are we doing? he asked his reflection, blinking under the harsh light.

 To all those really excellent people who knew my first fic here was going to be Eunhae ....um, this isn't it.  BUT it is Eunhae fluffstuff in Los Angeles.  What the hell?  Might post this here later today or wait until my other dirty one-shot is edited.

SOMEWHAT IMPORTANT:  This has a song in it, but I like to think that it's not a songfic.  Despite the fact that this features Frank Ocean (of Oddfuture fame), I much prefer this version of the song mentioned, and if you're curious about it in the fic, pleeease listen to it here:

I'm such a cheeseball.