Courage

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Donghae drew a sharp intake of breath as Hyukjae’s words loudly resonated within the small locker-room. His eyes widening in shock, he tried to process what had just happened in front of him as a tensed silence followed the redhead’s confession, dozens of equally stupefied stares fixed on the two of them. The older was still protectively standing in front of him, a menacing glare directed toward their classmates, wordlessly challenging them to replicate. Donghae could only stare at his boyfriend’s back, almost forgetting about the stinging pain throbbing in his limbs. The hits, the kicks and punches, Hyukjae yelling at his bullies and suddenly claiming him as his lover ; it felt too unreal for him to not feel doubtful about it. It was as if he simply couldn’t believe it, hundreds of questions and panicked thoughts crossing his mind as he relentlessly wondered if he wasn’t dreaming. Thankful that he was already leaning against one of the tiled wall of the locker-room, Donghae let out an imperceptible squeak as faint dizziness took over him. So many confused emotions were furiously twirling in his head and adding up with the still present pain he could feel in his wounded body, while happiness and concern battled in his mind to take over his current feelings.

He didn’t quite know if he was supposed to feel blissful that the redhead was entirely comfortable with their relationship after all this time or worried over the possible consequences of his acts ; he was almost one hundred percent sure that Hyukjae had only acted on impulse, letting his temper control him in the spur of the moment. For all he knew, maybe he was already regretting this spontaneous decision. However, Donghae still felt touched by his words ; the redhead was trying to protect him because he cared, and he knew how important the idea of coming out was important for Hyukjae. The brunette could easily understand the reasons of his fears and had never blamed him for any of them, only patiently waiting for him to be ready. And today was the day, apparently. To hear those words leave Hyukjae’s plump lips was almost like a dream.

A sudden sharp pain spreading in his right cheek and low whispers coming from the other students made him focus back on reality. He blinked confusedly, grimacing as blood was still dripping from his injured lower lip while his eyes swept over the people present in the locker-room in slight panic. Younghyung was standing a few feet in front of the other classmates who had gathered at the entrance of the room – the former was frozen on the spot, staring at them in shock and seemingly confused as to know if Hyukjae was actually saying the truth or just messing with him. Donghae could easily recognize a hint of anxiety hidden behind the bravery he was putting on a show, defying the redhead with a narrow-eyed glare. The brunette quickly glanced at him before he landed his gaze on his boyfriend standing in front of him. Unconsciously, his chocolate brown orbs turned tender as they gazed over Hyukjae’s wide and reassuring back until he snapped his head up, discreetly grabbing the back of his shirt. He tugged on it, biting on his lower lip and cursing himself for it as the small wound deepened. The redhead didn’t visibly reacted but only tensed. Carefully, Donghae took a step forward and got nearer to his boyfriend until he was close enough to talk without getting heard. He flinched a little, his leg throbbing hurtfully.

 

“Hyukjae,” He said with an alarmed tone. “Don’t do this, you’re not ready and –”

 

“Shut up,” The interested hissed through his teeth. “Don’t you dare patronizing me, Lee Donghae. I can do whatever the hell I want. Don’t worry, I got this.”

 

Donghae stopped himself from rolling his eyes with heavy sarcasm as he sent a small glare at the other’s back. “Right,” He snorted. “One against fifteen. Such a piece of cake.”

 

Hyukjae whipped around, also glaring at him. “Oh shut up, you –”

 

“Oh ,” The other boy finally spoke up, almost gagging as he stared at Hyukjae with disgust. “I was just kidding but you’re actually a ? Lee Eunhyuk, the toughest kid of the school, likes it in the ? Damn, that’s some bull!”

 

“And what of it?” The redhead snarled. “I might go out with a dude but that doesn’t mean you can insult me. or not, you’d still piss in your pants if I truly got mad at you.”

 

“That’s so ing disgusting.” Younghyung paused for a moment as he glanced at Donghae, half-hidden behind the taller male. “And you’re not even capable of finding someone a little bit more decent than that? The nerd of the school, really? You’re over for Clumsy Donghae?”

 

Evil snickers came out from the other students as Donghae cringed at the insult, his head automatically lowering down into something akin to submission. Hating himself for it, he felt unwanted fresh tears well up at the corners of his eyes before startling as Hyukjae menacingly growled at the other lot. “Piss off, dude. You don’t want me to really get mad at you. What I do or not with Donghae doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

 

“Oh yeah?” The boy scoffed, bravely folding his arms on his chest as he sent a look heavy of provocations to Hyukjae. “Try me, you . So tell me about it. Are you more of a bottom or a top? I bet you prefer it when someone bangs you instead of the contrary.”

 

Donghae only heard the redhead take a few steps forward before the unmistakable sound of a fist slamming into flesh made him snap his head up. Widening his eyes in shock once again, he gasped as Hyukjae’s fisted hand collided right into Younghyung’s nose, making him stumble backward.

 

“You ing little bastard,” Hyukjae spat at him. His eyes were dangerously shining with palpable anger as he sent another punch straight into the other’s boy right cheek. “I coped with your long enough but if you keep that up about Donghae and me being together I swear you’ll be eating through a straw until the end of the ing year.”

 

Donghae couldn’t do anything. Helplessly watching the exchange of punches between the two boys, his feet were like stuck on the dirty floor of the locker-room while his whole body was as if frozen by a foreign force controlling him. He could only clench his fists in anger as Hyukjae took a hard hit on his jaw, feeling useless and pathetic. It was as if he couldn’t make any moves to help his boyfriend anymore, having lost the hold he was supposed to have on his own mind. The need to do something and the one to keep his head low and stay quiet were furiously battling in his head, torturing him a little more as angry splutters resonated within the room. His willpower had slowly faded to the back of his mind, crouched down in a feeling of fright Donghae wasn’t supposed to have.

Blood was harshly thumping in his temples as he opened his mouth, no words coming out. He tried to scream, to tell Hyukjae to stop but nothing flew out of his parted lips. Frustrated with himself, he took a step forward, his all limbs shaking furiously. Stop it, he thought. Please stop it.

 

“What is going on over here?!” The booming voice of a professor reached their ears.

 

The brunette snapped his head up while the two fighting boys stopped dead in their tracks. Hyukjae slowly lowered his fisted hand, his single-lidded eyes dangerously glaring at the other, who sent a panicked glance at the teacher.

 

“What in the world happened in here?” The adult frowned, his eyes sweeping over the three wounded kids. “Don’t tell me you three got into a fight? How old are you already, huh?”

 

“He’s the one who started it!” Younghyung shouted out, his eyes shining with the fear of being found out. “I didn’t do anything I swear!”

 

“He’s a ing liar!” Hyukjae retorted. “He was beating Donghae up, I only came to help him!”

 

The professor scrutinized the three of them with stern eyes, taking in the blood still dripping down Donghae’s split up lip and the way he was difficultly holding his aching sides. He frowned, staring at the two other boys before letting out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t want to know the reason or the matter whatsoever,” He cut them short, earning an irritated look from the redhead. “All I see is that Donghae looks really hurt. Someone brings him to the nurse quickly. And I will report this to the principal. Now shoo, hurry up to the gymnasium right now before I give all of you four hours of detention next Saturday.”

 

 

 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Donghae finally stated as they walked through the hallways of the high school, heading toward the infirmary.

 

Not immediately replying, Hyukjae tilted his head around to gaze at him, a bruise spreading on his jaw. Donghae was looking back at him, sweat drenching his forehead and hair disheveled while his brows were furrowed into a frown. The redhead worriedly stared at his wounded features, nibbling on his lower lip as the other slightly limped next to him. It hurt him to the very core to see his boyfriend harmed like this ; he grimaced, anger still lingering in his system as he tightened his gentle hold around Donghae’s wrist. Hyukjae couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilty as he stared into the brunette’s warm orbs – if he had been there earlier, none of it would have happened.

 

“I thought you would be happy about it,” He said instead. “Now everybody knows that we’re together, no?”

 

“Oh, I’m happy about this,” Donghae replied. “It’s not like I’m not proud of going out with you or that I’m scared. Although I’m not one hundred percent sure that you feel the same way about it.”

 

Hyukjae frowned, slowing his walking pace to a stop while the brunette tilted his head to the side, halting in front of him. The taller felt slightly offended to hear those words leave Donghae’s mouth as if he was too much of a coward to be entirely at ease with the feelings he had for him. A part of him wondered if the other was actually doubting the love he held for him or if he was ashamed of it. Insecurity crept in his heart, his frown deepening.

However, Hyukjae knew what the brunette truly meant ; despite the façade he was putting on, he had his reasons to be scared of officially coming out in front of what seemed to be the whole world. Confidently showing to the school that Donghae and he were an actual item seemed like taking a further step toward the prospect of telling his parents about it. Truthfully, Hyukjae dreaded this moment more than anything. He wasn’t especially scared of what his parents would say to him yet the mere idea somehow sounded horrible in his mind.

 

“I’m fine,” Hyukjae eventually said. “I’ll be fine.”

 

Donghae frowned as well, twining his fingers with the redhead’s, forgetting about the pain he still could feel throbbing in his limbs. “Are you sure?” He asked quietly. “I mean, I’m really glad about it but think about it. Everybody will know. Even the teachers. And if –”

 

“I’ll be fine,” The redhead repeated. “I swear. It’s not like we could have kept on secretly going out together until the end, right? I’d have kissed you right on the lips in front of everybody one day or another so the sooner the better, don’t you think?”

 

“I think you’re acting braver than you really are right now,” Donghae retorted, though not unkindly. “I’m not saying that you’re a complete coward but I still think you aren’t ready for this coming out. This was on the spur of the ing moment.”

 

“Shouldn’t you worry over your own bruises instead of me?” Hyukjae finally sighed. “Let’s go to the infirmary so the nurse can do something about your lip. It’s still bleeding like crazy.”

 

“Fine,” Donghae huffed. “I’m just trying to help.”

 

Hyukjae could only roll his eyes and chuckle as the brunette twirled around and stomped toward the infirmary. The office was at the end of the hallway, empty since the period had already started. The redhead didn’t waste any second before he knocked at the door and walked in, Donghae behind him. An uncomfortable stench of sterilization and meds reminding them of a hospital reached their nostrils as the shorter closed the door behind him. The infirmary was quiet, the row of neat beds and the nurse’s desk seemingly empty. Donghae looked around the room before he let out a sigh and went to sit down on the edge of one of the nearest beds, rolling his shoulders with a grimace plastered on his face. Hyukjae silently gazed at him before he joined him and settled down next to him. Without a word, he tenderly wrapped an arm around the other’s waist, gently bringing him closer. Donghae looked up at him before a chuckle left his bruised lips when the redhead nuzzled his nose into his neck, kissing the smooth skin. His red locks softly tickled Donghae’s cheek as the other took a deep breath of his scent, sighing in contentment as the familiar fragrance reached his nostrils. His long fingers slid under his shirt, rubbing soothing circles on his flesh with his thumbs. The brunette bit on his lower lip, imperceptibly wincing as he tasted the metallic flavor of blood on his tongue, before he also sneaked his own arms around Hyukjae’s neck, forcing him to face him. Finally gazing at him, the redhead brushed off some brown locks out of his forehead before he leaned down and peppered dozen of light kisses on his face, teasingly avoiding Donghae’s mouth. The latter grunted in annoyance, tilting his head around in an attempt to reach the object of his desire.

 

“Sorry,” Hyukjae eventually said, brushing his nose against Donghae’s.

 

“What for?” The brunette asked, weakly glaring at him, wanting nothing more than finally kiss him. “I don’t remember you being one of the guys who hit me.”

 

“I should have been there, though,” He reasoned. “None of it would have happened if I had went with you.”

 

Donghae rolled his eyes, playfully slapping the redhead’s cheek. “Look, dude. I’m not a damsel in distress, ok? I can perfectly take care of myself without you having to act like some kind of superhero.”

 

“Right, that’s exactly the impression I had when I walked in on you getting beaten up by the other kids,” Hyukjae retorted sarcastically, earning a hard glare from the other.

 

“Nothing I’ve never experienced already,” Donghae brushed the argument with a careless flick of the hand. “Before we started to hang out, I had to cope with it somehow. And you know me, if I didn’t have this ing weird mental disorder thingy, they would have been built up in a wall as we speak.”

 

“It would be more convincing if you had actually done it,” Hyukjae noted. “It sounds mad that you seem to take it as if it’s casual. Because it’s not.”

 

“I’m not sure if you already forgot about it, but you used to be one of them. Even if only verbally. I don’t blame you for any of it since I love you but I can cope much better than I look, ok?”

 

Hyukjae silently gazed at him, still frowning as he mumbled “That was a low blow.” Donghae chuckled, harshly pulling on his red locks with a playful glitter shining in his eyes. The redhead leaned down once again, finally aiming for Donghae’s mouth, when the door of the infirmary burst open. The both of them startled, snapping their head up to look at the intruder.

Standing at the door frame, a strict-looking woman was sternly staring at them, wearing a nurse uniform ; her hair had been pulled up into a tight bun at the top of her head while her sharp glasses were hanging on her nose.

 

“Lee Hyukjae,” The nurse hissed. “What have you done again this time?”

 

The redhead frowned, sniffing unhappily as he straightened up. “What makes you think I have anything to do with all this anyway? I wasn’t even the one who started it this time.”

 

“Clearly, you were involved and that’s all I need to know. Your P.E teacher told me, young boy,” She retorted slyly. “And the fact that Donghae is one of the kindest kid of this high school. For all I know, it’s more probable that you beat him up rather than the contrary. Although,” She paused, glancing at the way they were lovingly holding each other. “I guess that you’re not the one who injured him either.”

 

“Good guess,” Hyukjae muttered as the nurse walked to a cupboard and fetched a bottle of disinfectant and band-aids.

 

The woman only sent him a sharp glare before she ushered him to let go of Donghae, who only gave her a polite bow. She sat down on a stool and worked in silence, professionally applying the alcoholic solution on the brunette’s wounds. The latter flinched as a stinging pain spread on his bruises, grimacing every time the nurse pour a little more of the disinfectant.

 

“Where do you hurt as well?” She asked when she was done with Donghae’s face.

 

“Uh I – I think I have bruises on my stomach,” He mumbled. “They kind of kicked me there, too.”

 

“This is simply barbaric,” She huffed and ordered him to take his shirt off.

 

Hyukjae had only the time to take a glimpse of the shorter’s bare chest that the nurse twirled around on her seat, raising an eyebrow at him. “And you. Are you hurt somewhere?”

 

“Not really,” He replied. “Just a little on my face, that’s all.”

 

She grunted an incoherent reply and picked up a tube of ointment on a nearby table, pouring a little of the substance on her fingers before she handed it over to the redhead. “Put this on your bruises,” She told him then talked to Donghae. “I’ll apply this on your own wounds. What class are you supposed to be in?”

 

“P.E. With Mr. Kang.”

 

She nodded in understanding. “I’ll write you a note so you can skip this period. But you,” She stared at Hyukjae who grumbled. “are definitely going back to class. No skipping classes for you because I’ve seen you in this infirmary enough times for the rest of my life.”

 

“You’re being harsh,” Hyukjae retorted. “I came only thrice.”

 

“Thrice is already too much in my books.”

 

Donghae stifled a chuckle when the other childishly stuck his tongue out at the nurse when she wasn’t looking. After he quickly applied the cream on his bruised jaw, Hyukjae got up and gently squeezed his fingers.

 

“I’ve got to go,” He said. “Because some people decided to play it mean with me.” The nurse only scoffed with a roll of the eyes. “But I’ll see you after school? It’s your last period, isn’t it?”

 

The brunette nodded and brightly smiled at him. “I’ll just rest a little and then go home. I’ll wait for you, deal?”

 

“Deal.” Hyukjae waved at him before he hesitantly walked out of the infirmary.

 

The nurse watched him close the door behind him before she turned around and looked at Donghae. The latter only blinked in surprise, putting his shirt back on when she was done. The woman inquired him to lay down and rest a little until the pain would have gone for the most part.

 

“He seems to genuinely love you,” She thoughtfully stated before staring at him with the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “That’s a good thing.”

 

Donghae blinked at little more as she spun around and disappeared in a backroom. Laying down and resting his head on the pillow of the bed, he smiled. I think so too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

If there was at least something Hyukjae was glad of, concerning his coming out, it was principally that he could now check Donghae out as much as he wanted without having to be discreet. Leaning against a wall of the main hallway of the highschool, the redhead had tilted his head to the side while a small smirk had crept on his face, his eyes lazily gazing at Donghae’s juicy . The latter was conversing with who he remembered to be their Philosophy teacher, his backpack loosely hanging over one of his shoulders while he was holding a book. Shoving his hands in the bottom of his pockets, Hyukjae wordlessly watched the way the brunette’s thin lips were moving as he talked. From the corners of his eyes, the redhead caught a few students he didn’t recognize staring at him with curiosity and sometime disgust, probably judging him for going out with a person of the same . Not sparing them a glance, he ran a hand through his hair as he patiently waited for his boyfriend to finish his conversation and join him.

A week had already went-by since the locker-room episode. After Hyukjae and Younghyung had been disciplined with a fair amount of detention hours – he still had a few days to go –, the rumor of Donghae and him dating had spread faster than wildfire. All the students and even the teaching staff had started to gossip about the two of them, some of them being surprised and other simply disgusted. It had been disturbing at first ; they were the center of attention for something most people judged against nature while what they were truly doing was only loving each other. They weren’t doing anything bad yet they were stared down upon.

It was an euphemism to say that Hyukjae had been pissed-off by the whole situation. He hated it when those people talked behind their backs and assumed things they knew nothing about. Nobody had the right to meddle with their life, no matter what they were doing with it. However, despite his irritation, Hyukjae had quickly learned to ignore the nuisance and focus on the advantage of this situation.

Now Hyukjae could touch, hug and kiss his boyfriend as much as he wished to. The judgmental eye of their classmates wasn’t something he feared anymore. Flirting and making-out with Donghae in the middle of a crowded corridor wasn’t a problem anymore and it was all that truly mattered. It was almost funny to see girls and boys gape at them when Hyukjae would grab the brunette’s face between his hands and boldly kiss him right on the lips.

A lot of their female classmates had been literally outraged to learn that Hyukjae was now dating a guy. Most of those girls were principally the redhead’s ex-girlfriends, which had made Donghae sniff in contempt, and he had been quite happy to see them back off every time the shorter dared glaring at them with jealousy.

Focusing back on reality, Hyukjae chuckled in amusement at his thoughts. Donghae seemed to have finished his conversation with the teacher, politely bowing at the adult before turning around. The brunette quickly spotted him, offering him a bright smile before he happily strolled toward him. The taller gave him a smirk in return, pushing himself off the wall as he waited for his boyfriend to reach him. As soon as Donghae was close enough for him to touch him, Hyukjae curled a hand around his nape and brought him into a lingering kiss, lazily and sensually twirling his tongue with the other’s. The brunette could only groan into the kiss, automatically fighting over dominance as his own pink, wet muscle slid along his own. One of Donghae’s hand gripped on the redhead’s hip, bring him closer as he tilted his head to the side and deepened their intense lip-lock. Hyukjae sighed in contentment, on the other’s tongue with avidity and taking great delight into hearing the soft groans of pleasure leaving his lover’s lips to only get swallowed by his own mouth. Running a teasing hand along Donghae’s clothed back, he smirked into the kiss as he felt him shiver under his touch. The brunette grunted into the kiss, slyly biting on his lower lip before soothing the pain away with a small . Hyukjae chuckled, breaking the kiss before trailing light kisses along the brunette’s jaw.

 

“What were you talking about with the teach over there?” Hyukjae eventually spoke up.

 

The brunette didn’t immediately reply, nuzzling his nose into his neck and earning a small groan. “Nothing important. I was asking something about the essay due on Monday next week.”

 

Frowning, Hyukjae straightened up. “There’s an essay due on Monday?”

 

Donghae narrowed his eyes at him, pinching the redhead’s waist. “Yes, there is. And you’d better start working on it because I’m not helping you.”

 

“But why?” The taller almost whined as the other disentangled himself from his embrace. “What’s the point in going out with you if I can’t even get you do to my homework?”

 

“You’re stupid,” Donghae only replied in a laugh as he turned around, rolling his eyes for good measure. “I have to fetch something up in my locker,” He then declared. “Wait for me here, I’ll be really quick.”

 

Hyukjae hummed in response, leaning down and pecking his lips a last time before the shorter turned around and headed to the other end of the hallway. As the redhead casually leaned back against the wall, Donghae ran a hand through his already messy brown locks, quickly glancing at his boyfriend before he eventually walked off to the row of rusty lockers. A few classmates stared at him as he walked past them, spatting out mean comments which he wisely ignored. Shortly after, Donghae finally stopped in front of his locker and automatically pushed in the code of the padlock. Absentmindedly humming under his breath, the brunette put back in some notebooks he didn’t need any more and picked up a Philosophy manual for his essay. When he was done, he locked back the locker and turned around, ready to catch up with his boyfriend still patiently waiting for him in the middle of the hall. He only managed to take a mere step when someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. Frowning, Donghae immediately yanked his arm back, his eyes landing on a group of girls. Refraining himself from grunting in utter exasperation, he only rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

 

“What?” He grumbled. Oh don’t you start, you ing PMSing .

 

One of the girls he recognized at Lee Taehee, the girl Hyukjae had once went to the Dumpling with, sniffed in contempt, folding her arms on her chest as he stared down at him. “You’re Lee Donghae, aren’t you?” She said. “I heard that apparently you’re dating Eunhyuk oppa.”

 

“And…?” Donghae felt irritation play with his nerves as she scoffed. She makes me want to spew out my lunch.

 

“And it’s, like, totally impossible.” Her friends frantically nodded in agreement. “I went out with Eunhyuk oppa, you know? Twice. And I can tell you that the way he was kissing me didn’t seem gay at all. What did you do to him so he thinks he’s queer, huh?”

 

Oh, I just ed him until he was screaming my name, that’s all. “I don’t really see what it has to do with you though,” He weakly mumbled, frowning.

 

“It has to do with me because I don’t believe in it,” Taehee retorted. “I bet he’s only having fun with you, like, going through a phase.”

 

The brunette narrowed his eyes at the girl, his fists clenching in jealousy. Donghae greeted his teeth together, wanting nothing more than to hit her square into the face. Dangerously narrowing his eyes at Taehee, he only let out a shaky breath as she smirked, apparently thrilled to see him angered. The other girls snickered from behind her, their annoying cackles making the brunette even more annoyed. Taehee opened , probably to spat out another insult, but immediately stopped in her tracks when her eyes widened, fixing a point behind Donghae. The latter didn’t have time to turn around and see who she was looking at that two strong arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders. He looked up, meeting Hyukjae’s single-lidded eyes as he slightly stumbled backward until his back was pressed around the other’s chest. The redhead glared at the girls before leaning down and pecking his temple, his lips teasingly brushing over his skin. Donghae faintly heard Taehee gasp in shock as he fluttered his eyes shut under the soft caress. Hyukjae then straightened up, fixing his sharp stare on the girls.

 

“What were you guys talking about?” He asked in a drawl.

 

“N – Nothing,” Taehee stammered. “Just… chatting.”

 

The redhead scoffed, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’m not dumb, ok? Stop messing around with my boyfriend or you’re seriously going to regret it.”

 

“But I don’t get it!” She exclaimed, shaking her head in confusion. “We dated not so long ago and we even had . What ing changed so that now you decide to make-out with a dude instead of girls like you used to?”

 

Hyukjae felt the brunette visibly tense in his arms. Gritting his teeth together in anger, he sent a dark glare at his ex-girlfriend, hating the way Donghae had stiffened within his embrace because of her blunt words. Jealousy and possessiveness were two things that were irremediably linked to their relationship. They were two strong entities that somehow managed to pulled them even closer to each other, seeking into their growing and genuine love a sort of ownership over the other. It made the both of them feel safe and sincerely loved, aware that no matter what could happen, there was always someone out there who was ready to welcome them into their arms and comfort them without asking any questions.

It was one of the reasons why Hyukjae was undeniably sure that his feelings for Donghae and those for Taehee were entirely different ; what he used to feel for the girl had only been curiosity and the longing for a new challenge after having getting bored of others. It had been lust, maybe sometime a faint tenderness, but different of what he felt for Donghae in so many ways he could list them throughout the whole day. Being with Donghae was something made of sheer love, passion, warmth and insecurity altogether, making him even more desperate to never let go of the brunette.

However, Hyukjae also knew that Donghae’s way of thinking was somewhat similar to his yet more complex in its own way. The brunette could suddenly be kept captive of what they had gotten used to call his ‘naughty mouth’, or burst into his confident and straightforward self into a fraction of second, enough for Hyukjae to be fascinated and drown into him a little more each second they spent together. Although, angering his boyfriend only for the sake of being mean and intrusive like Taehee currently did wasn’t the best solution of all, knowing that Donghae had been quite frustrated over their lack of privacy at school lately.

The redhead buried his nose into Donghae’s soft hair, fluttering his eyes shut for a second as he inhaled his fragrance as his fingers gently rubbed soothing circles on his clothed sides, mutely reassuring him. He was pleased to feel the brunette relax within his embrace shortly after, making him smirk proudly.

 

“Look, ,” Donghae suddenly hissed, startling both the redhead and Taehee. “Hyukjae and you being together is in the past. Now he can date whoever the hell he wants and right now, it’s me, ok? So back off and ing leave me alone. I don’t have either the time or the patience to cope with your .” With a last huff and a dark glare, he disentangled himself from Hyukjae’s hold and spun around before stomping away.

 

The redhead watched him leave with surprised eyes before he snickered and smirked at the group of stunned girls. “Ditto,” He idly commented. “Leave us alone.”

 

Without a last glance, he caught up with the brunette and casually threw an arm over his shoulders, leaning down to bite on his earlobe. Donghae slightly jolted in surprise, weakly scowling at him. The two boys then headed toward the exit of the high school as the bell rang the end of their last period of the day.

 

“What if I say that I want you right now, right here because that was so y?” Hyukjae murmured at his ear into a hot breath, teasingly smirking.

 

Donghae looked up at him, raising a disbelieving eyebrow as he snorted, pushing the entrance doors of the building open before they both stepped out on the front-yard ; other students were also eagerly walking out of the school, chatting and laughing among themselves.

 

“I’d tell you to shut up and that I’m not in the mood,” He grumbled.

 

The redhead rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know it was already this time of the month,” He snickered. “Want me to buy you some pads?”

 

“Oh, really funny,” Donghae sarcastically grunted at him. “Don’t think I’ll forget about this so soon, you stupid redhead monkey. I really hate it when clingy ex-girlfriends try to claw back at my boyfriend.”

 

“Aren’t you possessive,” The other wholeheartedly laughed. “Oh, come on, don’t be so jealous. It’s not like I plan on going back to them, do I?”

 

“Hell no, you aren’t,” The brunette scoffed, glaring at him as they eventually stepped out of the high school. “You’d better not. You’re mine.”

 

Hyukjae laughed, leaning down to teasingly nibble on the other’s earlobe, who gasped in surprise.

 

“Of course I am. So what do you think about crashing over mine tonight?” He eventually proposed. “My parents are not home – as always, really – so you could sleep over, no?”

 

“Why not,” Donghae shrugged as the redhead let go of his shoulders and entwined their fingers instead. “What do you plan on having for dinner? I’m not ordering take-away anymore – I’m sick of it and I’m pretty sure I could find dozens of health reasons to scold you about it.” He shot a bright and innocent smile to Hyukjae who frowned in suspicion. “I want homemade food tonight.”

 

“What?” The older widened his eyes. “But I don’t even know how to cook rice properly!”

 

“I’ll teach you,” Donghae merely shrugged, waving his hand as to brush off his argument. “It’s not that hard and much tastier.”

 

Hyukjae stared down at the shorter, grimacing when the latter looked up at him with one of his cutest expressions, sweetly smiling at him. The redhead mumbled under his breath, weakly glaring at his boyfriend who only snickered. “If you think so,” He finally gave in into a grumble.

 

“I don’t think so, I know so,” The shorter laughed wholeheartedly, his eyes shining in amusement.

 

Stopping at the intersection where the two of them had to part and take different streets to go back at their respective houses, Donghae sheepishly smiled at the redhead who only sighed out with a scowl plastered on his face. Hyukjae huffed unhappily when the other softly pecked his lips and gently forced him to let him go, laughing at his reluctance before stepping back with a wink.

 

“Anyways, see you later, Hyukkie. I’ll go home to fetch some stuffs and then come to your house really quickly!”

 

“I’ll count on you for that,” The other grunted as he watched Donghae back away with a cheerful wave. “See you, babe.”

 

Donghae shot him a last offended glare before he whipped around and stomped away. “Don’t ing call me babe!”

 

Hyukjae could only laugh in amusement before he also walked off to his own house

 

 

 

As usual, the walk back to the brunette’s house didn’t take long at all. Throughout those small fifteen minutes of lonely walking, Donghae absentmindedly started to whistle as he thought back of the past week and all the overwhelming changes that had came with it. His hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, he recalled the way teachers, classmates and sometime even janitors and lunch-ladies had looked at him as if another head had grown overnight. Donghae didn’t feel particularly insecure or nervous under those scrutinizing and bold stares, only tired to hear an incessant flow of gossiping and mocking murmurs with each move he made within the high school. Despite the fact that the brunette disliked being the center of attention, it seemed like Hyukjae and him had been forced and pushed under the spotlights as if they were circus freaks.

Certainly Donghae was proud that Hyukjae finally was entirely comfortable with their relationship, not scared of showing his affection in front of their classmates anymore. What bothered him truly was the fact the intruders that were the students of their high school were meddling with things that didn’t involve them at all. All Donghae wanted was to spend some peaceful quality time with the person he loved – which was being quite difficult now that everybody seemed to keep an eye on them, as if they were about to and in the middle of a crowded classroom.

With an unhappy grunt, Donghae eventually reached his house as the sun pleasantly bathed his face in warmth. Walking alone in the streets without Hyukjae by his sides felt as lonely and abnormal as ever, not sensing the redhead’s presence next to him as he usually did all the time. Grunting under his breath, Donghae only huffed, deciding that he was still independent enough to stroll around the streets by himself without always having to hold his boyfriend’s hand before unlocking and opening the entrance door of his house.

 

“Hello? I’m home!” He called out.

 

Nobody immediately replied, leaving him to figure out that maybe nobody was home yet. Carelessly taking his shoes off and throwing them into a corner of the entrance hall, Donghae sighed out in relief as he let go of his heavy backpack with fell on the floor with a thud. Leaving it as it was, the brunette took off his jacket before heading toward the kitchen, hanging his piece of clothing over one of the dining chairs.

 

“You’re already home?” A familiar, masculine voice spoke up as he opened the fridge, making him jolt in surprise.

 

Whipping around, he held an ice-cream close to him as if to protect it as his brother leaned against the door frame, himself eating directly from the chocolate ice-cream bucket with a spoon. Donghae scrunched up his nose in disgust before he turned his attention back to the fridge and opened his own iced sweet.

 

“Yep,” He finally replied. “But I’m going out soon though. Tell Mom and Dad that I’m at Hyukjae’s, by the way.”

 

A disgruntled grunt came out from Donghwa’s throat as he narrowed his eyes at the back of his younger brother. “So you’re still going out with that punk I see,” He commented as he stuffed himself with another spoonful. “This is really unhealthy.”

 

Donghae ducked him head out from the refrigerator with a raised eyebrow. “What? Why?” He laughed in disbelief, straightening up as he picked up two Tupperware boxes and took a bite of his ice-cream. “What are you even talking about again, hyung?”

 

His older brother seemed to hesitate before talking, aware that he was engaging himself into dangerous waves. He warily glanced at Donghae as if he could break his neck in a fraction of second if he ever tried to let out another word.

 

“Well he cheated on you, didn’t he?” Donghwa carefully insisted as he stepped in the kitchen, sitting down at the table and facing the younger. He nibbled on his lower, frowning before he looked up with determination. “And you were crying. You’re family and I hate it when family is crying. Especially if it’s you, my cute little brother.”

 

“I stopped being cute with you around the time you almost dropped me off from the boat at grandma’s,” Donghae tried to joke but his brother’s serious expression made him release a sigh. “And he didn’t cheat on me, I already explained that. I mean, thanks hyung for caring. I care a lot about you, too. I love you all. But Hyukjae is really nice.”

 

“Still,” The older sniffed, childishly folding his arms on his chest as the ice-cream bucket laid forgotten on the table. “He’ll have to prove it to me he’s worth having you. There, I said it.”

 

Donghae laughed, warmly smiling at his older brother and bypassing the table to hug him tightly. “Thanks hyung ~” He giggled. “You’re the best.”

 

Donghwa smiled back, patting his back. The younger shot him a last bright smile before he straightened up and went to look for a plastic bag.

 

“So what are you going to do with all those side dishes?” He said as he picked up one of the Tupperware boxes. “Kimchi, pickled plums,… Even fermented anchovies? Are you trying to make him feel bad by eating from his own species?”

 

“Haha, very funny, hyung,” Donghae rolled his eyes, snorting in amusement. “No, I’m making dinner for him tonight.”

 

“Ah,” The other thoughtfully nodded before frowning. “Wait, what? So not only does he make my brother cry, but now he’s even stealing food directly from our fridge? When I told you that it was unhealthy. You don’t give out Mom’s side dishes like this!”

 

“Hyung, seriously, shut up,” The younger laughed good-naturedly. Packing the boxes into a plastic bag and some other ingredients, he turned around and smiled at his brother. “Well I’m going then. See you hyung!”

 

“Wait, not so fast,” Donghwa stopped him as he got up. “I finally got my driver license, I can at least drive you around. Ok?”

 

Donghae shrugged, nodding with a grin. “You got it two months ago, but fine, whatever.”

 

“This is completely irrelevant, Lee Donghae,” His brother barked out a laugh, putting the bucket of ice-cream back into the freezer and grabbing the car keys before they both headed outside.

 

 

 

Donghae wasn’t sure if he was supposed to qualify his brother’s driving as confident and audacious or simply idiotic as he ran yet another red light, making him hiss in fright under his breath. On his part, Donghwa was happily babbling on his own, spluttering out so many different things that the younger didn’t need to hear them to know it was probably pure nonsense. His hands gripping tight on the sides of his seat, Donghae was keeping a forced smile on his lips as he made sure to laugh and mumble a reply whenever his brother was waiting for one. Throwing a sideway glance at Donghwa, the younger couldn’t help but smile as his brain vaguely registered the word cow and Wonder Girls in the same sentence.

As long as he could remember, his brother had already been like this – a little bit silly on the edges but always there whenever he needed to talk to someone else than his parents. It felt good to spend some time with him although he wasn’t doing much except worrying for their safety and briefly listening to the other’s one-sided conversation. It was always toward him that Donghae went to whenever he needed to laugh and forget about his problems. Despite the bickering they were constantly going through, he really cared for his brother and admired him in more ways than one – although it was rather true that Donghwa definitely needed to find a job and stop hanging about around the house. It was sweet to know that his brother was only trying to protect him when he scowled at Hyukjae.

Smiling as a car honked from behind them – Donghae truthfully thought that it was completely justified –, Donghwa glanced at him and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words for it.

 

“What?” Donghae finally asked. “What do you want to say so badly that you’re not even looking at the road properly like you should.”

 

“I’m not sure if I have the right to ask what I’m about to,” The older replied in an awkward mumble, swiftly ignoring his scowl. “But I had a lot of free time lately –” No , Sherlock, Donghae inwardly snorted. “– and I saw on TV that sometime brothers do that, too. They even together apparently so, I don’t know, maybe I should just –”

 

“Wow, wow, what?” Donghae shouted with wide, shocked eyes, inching away from him on his seat. “You want to what?”

 

“Don’t worry,” Donghwa rolled his eyes. “No , I swear. I only wanted to know if – well, Hyukjae and you, did you ever… you know, went on third base?”

 

The younger’s eyes widened even more as a breath he had been holding back escaped from his mouth, his shoulders slumping down in relief. “That was what you wanted to talk about? God, hyung, don’t scare me like that! And no, brothers never together. What the ? Friends, maybe, but brothers?”

 

“I don’t know, I fell asleep in the middle of the show.”

 

“What kind of ing shows do you even watch, seriously?” Donghae rolled his eyes as he let his head fall back on the headrest. “You scare me sometimes, hyung.”

 

“So you did, didn’t you?” The elder snickered, his cackles getting louder when Donghae glared at him, subtly blushing.

 

“Shut up, hyung,” He hissed.

 

Donghwa shot an amused look to his brother before pressing down on the gas when the light turned green.

“And so?” He persisted into his teasing. “Is the guy any good? Well it’s weird to talk about this about a bloke. And my brother’s bloke, really. But hey, I’m pretty open-minded, aren’t I?” Donghae shot him a dubitative look, making him chuckle. “Anyway, I bet he’s as small as a peanut.”

 

The younger gave him a hard glare, making his cackles turn into fits of laughter.

 

“I’m pretty sure that’s he’s at least better than you are, brat,” Donghae gritted through his teeth before his face turned slightly green in disgust at the image. “Ugh, I don’t even want to talk about this with you. For all I know, you’re probably still .”

 

As Donghwa shot him an offended glare, the younger stared at him haughtily before hurriedly getting off the car as soon as they reached Hyukjae’s house. His brother huffed at him, half-heartedly waving back when he greeted him goodbye. Snorting good-naturedly as the older drove away from the neighborhood, Donghae only shook his head in disbelief before he turned around and casually headed toward the entrance door. Adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, the brunette quickly knocked at the door, only waiting for a few seconds before Hyukjae opened it with a small smirk. Donghae smiled back as the other let him in, naturally bringing him into a deep, intense kiss that made him groan in contentment.

 

“You’re kind of late,” Hyukjae stated as he kicked the door shut behind him.

 

“I didn’t know we had set an appointment,” The other automatically retorted, raising an eyebrow at him.

 

Donghae snickered while the redhead glared at him before he walked off to the kitchen. As Hyukjae leaned a shoulder against the door frame, silently watching him, he opened the fridge and put in the side-dishes he had brought from his own home. Scrunching his nose up, he pushed aside the numerous sodas and junk foods Hyukjae always bought and carefully put away in the Tupperware boxes. Then he turned around and went back to wrap his arms around the redhead’s waist, smirking up at him when the latter wordlessly raised an eyebrow at him, before forcefully pushing him backward to the living-room where they both stumbled and fell back on the couch with a laugh. Hyukjae grimaced a little as the TV remote dug into his lower back, writhing on the cushions to move it aside and find a comfortable position, before he held the brunette close to him. They shared a few words, sometime only enjoying the silence as Hyukjae wriggled on the couch to rest his cheek on Donghae’s shoulder, fluttering his eyes shut and quietly listening to the latter talking. One of his hands was absentmindedly playing with a pan of Donghae’s shirt, fumbling with the buttons while the brunette told him about the awkward and embarrassing conversation he just shared with Donghwa. As the shorter reluctantly grunted and related the way his older brother had clumsily asked him if the two of them had ever had together, all he managed to do was burst out laughing, earning a hard glare from his boyfriend.

 

“This isn’t funny,” He growled, annoyed.

 

“It is,” Hyukjae shrugged as chuckles escaped his lips. “If you want my opinion though,” He continued as he snuggled up into Donghae’s warm chest. “I think he already hooked up with Kyuhyun’s sister – Arah noona, is it? That’d explain a lot of things.”

 

“What kind of things?” The brunette mumbled as he softly Hyukjae’s hand, idly wondering since when their relationship had been endlessly rocking between burning passion and sweet, tender moments of affection. But I really don’t dislike it, he inwardly realized in an afterthought.

 

“That he’s been asking those kind of weird things. I’m glad I wasn’t there, by the way,” The redhead slyly snickered, earning a harsh pinch that made him jolt and grimace. “I mean, Arah noona is close to Kyuhyun, isn’t she? And the brat is your best friend. I’m sure you tell him everything. Therefore he probably told her about us.”

 

“And Arah noona told Donghwa hyung,” Donghae concluded with a nod, unconsciously pursuing his lips into an unhappy pout. “That makes sense. Still doesn’t justify why he’d ask me such horrifying things. There’s probably a law somewhere against it in the rulebook of siblings.”

 

“I wish that one existed,” The redhead then mumbled, earning a curious raised eyebrow from Donghae.

 

Hyukjae only made a face before straightening up and nuzzling his nose against the brunette’s. “What do you want to do tonight?”

 

Not immediately replying, Donghae took his time to brush his lips over his boyfriend’s smooth skin, traveling his mouth from the corner of his lips to teasingly over his high cheek-bones, leaving feathery kisses before on the patch of milky-white skin behind his ear. Hyukjae groaned in pleasure, obediently tilting his head aside to grant him more access. With a satisfied hum, Donghae cupped the side of his face and faced him again, giving him a smile full of promise and passion before giving him a lingering kiss on the lips that made his toes curl in pleasure and his stomach twist in the greatest ways. One of his hands sneaked under the edge of his shirt, languidly his waist and making him shiver in anticipation as the kiss grew hotter and more intense. Donghae was possessively winning every ounce of dominance over Hyukjae who happily let him be, appreciating the way his boyfriend was confidently taking over control, his tongue lazily but firmly curling around his own and making him mewl.

 

Suddenly, Donghae drew back, his eyes shining with a mischievous glitter. Hyukjae could only lean forward, seeking for his lips back.

 

“Dinner,” The brunette finally said.

 

Hyukjae snapped his head toward him, his eyes wide and glazed with overwhelming lust and love before a snarl abruptly erupted from the back of his throat, his fingers forcefully tightening their hold around the shorter. Donghae burst out laughing, swatting his hands away before he straightened under the redhead’s disgruntled glare.

 

“You’re the biggest tease I’ve ever met, do you know that?” He grunted, narrowing his eyes at him. “I should pin you down on this couch and tease you the very same way you do to me until you’re sobbing for me to take you, and then you hard until you faint just so you can understand that two can play this game.”

 

“That sounds tempting,” Donghae bit back a moan as a long shiver ran along his whole body, the lewd promise going straight to his groin. “Very tempting.”

 

Hyukjae eagerly pulled him close, only to be stopped with an amused tut. “But not now, Lee Hyukjae,” Donghae airily said, sympathetically patting his shoulders before he got up from the couch, dragging the redhead with him. “Come on, lazy . I’m going to make you an ic dinner.”

 

“I’d prefer it if you only stuck with giving me ic things with your body,” The taller gritted through his teeth, reluctantly following Donghae to the kitchen. “Or your . But not food, except if it’s smeared all over you.”

 

“You’re such a erted pig,” The other concluded with a resigned shake of the head. “Why do I even put up with you, really?”

 

“Because you’re as erted as I am?”

 

 

 

After a few minutes of hesitation, Donghae had decided to go with a kimchi stew. It was a long dish to prepare according to mother, and he truthfully wasn’t sure if he really knew how to properly cook it, but the way Hyukjae’s eyes had light up when he had proposed it was worth it.

The easiest part of it all was to cook the rice, which had took around fifteen minutes for the redhead to understand how the rice-cooker worked and not simply throw it out the window – Hyukjae was never really patient – before they had to take care of the main part of the stew. Donghae had especially brought kimchi that his mother and he had prepared together and other homemade side-dishes which would hopefully make Hyukjae drool in hunger.

Making the soup was honestly harder than what Donghae had thought. It had made him frown constantly, meticulous in seasoning the stew just like his mother had taught him. As he carefully stirred the nicely boiling stew and added the bean curd, he could feel his boyfriend’s gaze on him from behind. He glanced back at him, faintly grinning at the redhead before he focused his attention back on his dish. Hyukjae had preferred to stay aside and watch him only, almost entirely sure that all he would manage to do was to screw up everything. The smell of the stew was truly amazing – it reminded him of the one his grandmother always made him when his parents were kind enough to send him to his grandparents’ house in Incheon. It tickled his nostrils and taunted him to come closer and taste it, even if it meant earning Donghae’s grumpy stare.

Kimchi stew had always been one of his favorite dishes as long as he could remember. As strange as it might sound, it oddly made him feel as if he was escaping his home, and his parents and all the problems that came with them, and go back to his grandparents’ farm where he could play with the animals and fish with his grandfather. It was weird to realize how different those two generations were despite the fact that they shared the same blood.

Almost drooling, Hyukjae pushed himself away from the table and went to wrap his arms around his boyfriend from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder as he intensely stared at the stew.

 

“It’s almost done,” Donghae said as if hearing his thoughts. “Just waist a little.”

 

“I’ve been waiting for almost a hour,” He grouched. “I want to eat now.”

 

Donghae rolled his eyes at him then inquired him to set the table. Hyukjae hummed with a nod, greedily staring at the stew a last time before complying. As the redhead put the last spoon on the table, Donghae finally turned the stove off and put gloves on to bring the saucepan. After serving each other, they both sat down and started to eat. Hyukjae took a first spoonful, munching slowly as if testing the flavor of the stew under Donghae’s nervous eyes.

 

“How is it?” He asked in a mumble.

 

The redhead had to shake his head first, his mouth too full of fermented cabbage and meat and soup to answer. The taste kept on building, growing new complexities of flavor in a way that nothing he had tasted before did – except maybe when his grandmother especially made it just the way he loved it. There was an understate that made him eat some more, something that oddly tasted just like Donghae. Spicy and smooth on his tongue at the same time, burning the inside of his mouth but erasing any thoughts of refusing the dish.

Hyukjae looked up at the brunette, giving him a wide grin.

 

“It’s really good,” He finally said. “Like, really. Just like my grandmother’s. And my grandmother is the best kimchi stew cook of all Korea.”

 

Donghae snorted though not unkindly, rolling his eyes before he started digging into his own plate. He munched slowly before nodding in satisfaction. It tasted good indeed and he was admittedly proud of himself – the first time he had tried it at home had ended up into a disastrous catastrophe of inedible food.

Looking at Hyukjae swallow as fast as he could to take another spoonful made him more happy than he had firstly anticipated. Of all the things that would usually affect him positively, seeing the redhead savor a meal he had prepared especially for him was strangely more heart-warming than anything else. As Donghae took a gulp of water from his glass, he idly wondered if it was the reason why his mother always insisted to cook dinner for his father instead of going out to a restaurant.

 

“Don’t eat everything right now,” The brunette said when Hyukjae served himself again. “I plan on this stew to last at least two days.”

 

“But it’s good,” The other fervently insisted as if it was the best argument he had. “You can always come back and make me more, can't you?”

 

Donghae playfully glared at him, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m not your housekeeper,” He retorted with a pout. “Next time you’re the one cooking. And not instant noodles.”

 

Hyukjae only shrugged, apparently too immersed into his filled bowl to answer properly. The brunette only rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair as he let out a long, contented sigh. He gazed at his boyfriend some more before he lazily got up and took his empty plate, humming under his breath as he brought it to the sink. As he started cleaning his dishes, he heard Hyukjae getting up from his own chair and walking toward him. Not bothering to glance at him, Donghae only washed the soap off his bowl as a strong arm sneaked around his waist from behind. A pair of warm lips kisses his cheek before the redhead spoke up.

 

“Your mom really makes incredible side-dishes,” He thoughtfully complimented.

 

Donghae looked back at him, snorting as he watched Hyukjae stuffing himself with a small dish of cucumber kimchi while almost his whole body was firmly pressed against his back. After drying the plates and washing his hands, the brunette gazed at his boyfriend, feeling a small smile creep on his face. Hyukjae still picking the spicy vegetables with his pair of chopsticks didn’t notice Donghae’s eyes on him, only happily eating as he hugged him from behind. The shorter unconsciously leaned back into his embrace, looking up at the redhead. His chocolate brown orbs softened as they traveled from his single-lidded eyes fixed on the side-dish to his straight nose, until they fell on a red stain at the corner of his mouth. An amused smirk spreading on his thin lips, Donghae softly put his hands over Hyukjae’s still holding his waist and awkwardly propped himself up on his toes, tilting his head aside until his mouth was almost touching his boyfriend’s. The taller finally lowered his chopsticks, curiously looking at him as he watched Donghae coming closer. With a smirk, the latter suddenly stuck his tongue out, reaching to the chili red pepper off. Hyukjae gasped, almost dropping the side-dish as he felt the warm, wet muscle languidly at the corner of his mouth. Groaning a little, he let out a shaky breath as Donghae teasingly ran his tongue along his lower lip, never quite giving him a proper kiss. Releasing a growl from the back of his throat, Hyukjae abruptly tightened his hold around the brunette’s waist, blindly putting the plate he had in hand on the counter before he cupped Donghae’s face with a firm hand. The latter chuckled as the redhead gently forced him to tilt his head around some more until their mouths were brushing against each other. Hyukjae hummed in contentment before he hungrily kissed the other, crashing their lips together. Automatically parting his lips, he groaned from the back of his throat as Donghae’s tongue lazily slid in and curled around his own. Languidly entwining their pink, wet muscle together in return, he smirked into the kiss when the brunette let out a moan as he sensually ran his hands along his hips. His tongue ally slid along the back of his teeth, against Donghae’s own and claiming ownership over his hot, wet mouth. They kissed with pure lust and emotion, until their lips were swollen and glistening with each other’s saliva. The air surrounding them was gradually growing hotter as their intense lip-lock seemed to go on endlessly. Lust and love seemed to battle into their very kiss, trying to win over dominance and lead the rhythm of their avid and . The two of them were immersed into a world that only them owned, drowning into a pool of pure pleasure as the familiarity of each other’s touch seemed to spur on a scorching heat and need through their whole body. Their moans and groans grew louder with each sweep of tongues and feathery caresses.

A faint thud coming from the entrance vaguely perked Hyukjae’s attention up, only to remain ignored when the brunette sneaked warm fingers under the edge of his shirt, slowly running upward. He moaned, kissing Donghae with even more passion as the latter slowly his abs while his other hand went to grip on his red locks, pulling on them to bring him closer. Hyukjae shuddered, absolutely loving the way his lover was completely immersing himself into the moment and swiftly made him turn around until their chests were pressed against each other. With another hungry flick of his tongue, he trapped Donghae, pushing him until his back softly bumped against the sharp edge of the counter, digging into his lower back and sending pleasurable flutters of pain through his already heated body.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, their needs and wants going wild while their sensual lip-lock had already lost any semblance of innocence. Donghae kissed like a demon, Hyukjae thought as one of the latter’s hand left his chest to teasingly reach for his and –

 

“What is going on in here?!”

 

The two boys startled, abruptly breaking apart. Hyukjae spun around, his eyes wide with shock and his heart erratically pounding in his chest. Donghae let out a gasp, his fists clenching the back of his shirt as he hesitantly peeked over his shoulder.

Hyukjae’s mind was still glazed with a cloud of euphoria, slightly aching in his jeans as he frantically looked for the intruder. It only took him a few seconds to land his eyes on the person standing at the door frame of the kitchen before his heart seemed to abruptly stop. It seemed like a bag of heavy brick had dropped to the bottom of his stomach, taking his breath away at the same time. Sweat drenched his forehead as he anxiously gulped down a hard knot of fright that had suddenly appeared at the bottom of his throat.

His mother was standing there, a few meters away from them. Her eyes were as wide as theirs, mixed feelings painted on her face as she forcefully glared at the two boys. She had brought a shaky hand to her heart, her lips pressed into a tight line as her stare flickered between Donghae and Hyukjae.

 

“What is going in here?!” She repeated furiously. “Hyukjae, who is this boy?”

 

The redhead didn’t immediately reply, his insides twitching in an unpleasant way as his blood loudly thumped in his temples.

 

“What the two of you were doing, huh?!” She continued, her voice growing louder with each words spat. “I hope for you that it is not what I think it is.”

 

Hyukjae couldn’t utter a word, his limbs shaking badly. Donghae felt himself move aside as so he was hiding behind the redhead’s back and away from his mother’s scrutinizing and furious glare.

 

“HYUKJAE!” She finally screamed.

 

The interested startled, gritting his teeth together. Tightly clenching his jaw, he finally dared looking up, inwardly wincing at the way his mother glared at him. He suddenly felt dizzy, his head almost spinning around as panicked thoughts crossed and rushed through his mind.

 

“Don’t tell me you’re queer, Hyukjae,” She menacingly hissed. “I did not raised you so you could spread your legs at the first occasion.” Her head jerked around, sneering at Donghae who let out an unconscious whimper. “And who is this, huh? Your boy-toy? Don’t you have any pride?!”

 

“Don’t talk about him this way!” Hyukjae spat back, curling his fingers into tight fists.

 

The woman took a step forward as if ready to hurt them with her bare hands, an ugly rictus plastered on her face. Donghae gripped harder on the redhead’s shirt, not knowing what to do anymore as angry splutters flew thick and fast across the room. Hyukjae and his mother loudly argued, their voice raising until anger was almost palpable between the two.

 

“I can’t believe you even dared to bring your in my house! Where did you find him, huh? In a dirty street of the red-light district?” She yelled. Donghae flinched at the insult, choking as if someone had stabbed him. “You disgust me, the both of you!”

 

“Shut up!” Hyukjae shouted back. “Shut up, shut up! You know nothing about Donghae, or even me! He’s my ing boyfriend, ok?!”

 

“You little –” She crossed the kitchen in two wide steps, her eyes wide open in fury as she raised a hand as if to slap Donghae. “Get out! Get out of my house right now!”

 

Hyukjae snarled at her, gripping on Donghae’s wrist and abruptly pulling him away. The woman’s yells loudly resonated throughout the whole house as she followed them while the redhead dragged his lover to the front door, as furious as his mother was. His moves urgent and angry, he grabbed Donghae’s coat and shoes and shoved them into his arms before practically throwing him out of the house. His mother was just behind him, sneering and fuming dangerously at the both them, cursing and loudly menacing them.

 

“I’m sorry,” He rapidly whispered at him. “She’s completely nuts and it wasn’t how I – ”

 

“HYUKJAE! THROW THIS SCUM OUT OF MY HOUSE AT THIS INSTANT! YOU ARE SUCH A HUMILIATION FOR YOUR FATHER AND I.”

 

“It’s fine,” Donghae shook his head, biting his lower lip in worry and unconsciously shaking as the woman furiously roared at them. “Are – are you going to be ok?”

 

“I’ll be fine,” The other replied, hurriedly trying to push him away.

 

“Call me. Even – even if it’s only for the English project so I can know if you’re – if she doesn’t –”

 

Hyukjae leaned down, urgently pecking his lips before he ushered him away. “I promise.”

 

The door abruptly shut close at his face and yells immediately flew out again. Donghae could only stare at the door, angry and shocked tears welling at the corners of his eyes as Hyukjae was taken away from him a second time.

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(The first time being the Hyunah-business if nobody understood)

 

I hope you guys like it ~ This part was coming sooner or later. And - - well, Naughty Mouth is slowly coming to an end, isn't it ; A ; Still something like 3-4 chapters and it's done. I'm gonna miss you guys <3

 

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