04

Donghae tried to close his eyes. It was almost 5 in the morning. Hyukjae was soundly asleep beside him, back hugging his body under the blanket. The warmth of his body comfort him in such way, but still he couldn't find a way to fall asleep. He couldn't help but think about the querrel he had with his mother on the day she left. Sure he told Hyukjae what happened, but not the whole thing. He didn't want to make Hyukjae worry. He didn't want to make Hyukjae sad.

He had argument with his mom that day. The day she confronted him about what she saw. Hyukjae was already gone for practising with the other members, while Donghae stayed home. Hyukjae didn't allow him to go since he thought Donghae still need to have some rest. So he took care of things, calling their manager and telling them to take care of Donghae's schedules. He even called up Yongko to come over to examined him. Donghae obidiently stayed home just like he asked, but later he felt sorry to ever stay home that day.

He had to see his mother cried, begging him to leave Hyukjae, blaming herself for what happened. Donghae just sit and listened and feeling awfull. He never saw his mother cried so hysterical since his dad passed away. She was worried about how people would react about this matter, saying that what he did was wrong and sinfull. Donghae couldn't help but cry. He loved Hyukjae more than anything in the whole world and it torn him apart seeing his mother begging him to leave him. So he just sit and didn't say a word. He felt so weak when his mother started to mention how his father would be devastated if he was still alive just before she left. She even cut sort her visit.

Donghae let go a big sigh and tries to close his eyes again, trying to eased his mind. What his mother said that day got him rethinking about his relationship with Hyukjae. Was it really wrong for him to fell in love? Could someone really choose the one to fall in love with? He never planned to fall in love with Hyukjae. It just happened. His love for the man who slept soundly beside him right now was overwhelming and it hurts so bad knowing that someone is actually againts it.

Hyukjae pulled him closer into his embrace and Donghae was afraid if his restlessness might awaken him. But He was relieved knowing that Hyukjae was still soundly asleep. His warm breath blew softly against his ear. Carefully Donghae wiped away his tears and held Hyukjae's hand.

"I'm so sorry, eomma." Donghae said to himself. " I can't leave him. I can't leave Hyukjae. I know you were just worry about me. But I will die if I leave him."

Donghae gazed at the clock on the table. It was almost 6 am now. It was too late for him to sleep. The alarm will be buzzing soon. They have to get ready to leave for Shanghai for their next schedule. Donghae carefully set it off before it got a chance to make a noise. He then carefully removed Hyukjae's arm from his body and turn to face him.

"Hyukjae, wake up." He said softly as he shook Hyukjae's shoulder lightly. "Baby, come on wake up. It's 4, we gotta get ready."

Hyukjae grunted softly, not wanting to awake from his peaceful slumber. Donghae just chuckled and patiently waking him up.

"Hyukjae..."

"Hmm??"

"Wake up, don't make me pour some water on you."

"It's 6 already? I'm still sleepy." Hyukjae nagged. He opened his eyes lazily. He gazed at the clock, it was 5.56 AM. He frowned and lift his body up to get a better look, using his elbow to support his body.

"It's not 6 yet!" He said as he let his head fall back into the soft pillow and pulled Donghae closer to him. "Why are you awake already? the alarm hasn't even on yet. You're not sleeping?"

"I woke up early." Donghae lied and tried back away from Hyukjae. But the other didn't let him. 

"Hyuk~ah, we should get ready. Our flights to Shanghai at 9, remember?" Donghae rolled back and face him. He couldn't help but smiling so wide seeing Hyukjae's annoyed face. He looked beyond cute, pouting like that with his plump lips. Donghae leaned in and kiss the corner of his lips gently. He pulled back when Hyukjae started to open his lips to kiss him back.

"hmm.. bad breath?" Hyukjae asked as he felt Donghae back away.

"No, silly!" Donghae chuckled. "But we really have to get up and take shower."

"Ahhh.." Hyukjae frowned, sinking his face on his pillow.

"Come on. I don't want manager Hyung calling us and start nagging." Donghae shook his shoulder lightly.

"Donghae~ah..."

"Hmm?"

"Quicky?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Come here!" Hyukjae forcefully grabbed Donghae's body and lifted it up and made Donghae sat on his tummy. He blinked his eyes few time to get a better vision. "My baby always look so y. Come here and kiss me .."

"Hyukjae, we just made love last night.."

"Not enough." Hyukjae frowned as he started to rubbed Donghae's thighs lightly. "Never enough.."

"But not today, we really have to get going."

Hyukjae frowned and look dissapointed a bit. He was fully awake now. But apparently he was not the only one that was awake. Donghae noticed that was already hard, pushing up against his and he really didn't want to make him feel uneasy.

"Tell you what?" Donghae pulled him up and wrap his arm around his neck.

"Hmm?" Hyukjae's hands were roaming freely around his weist and thighs as he hummed and it really distracted Donghae. Hyukjae was teasing him, trying to make him , just like he was right then.

"Let's do that.." Donghae leaned in and started to gave  him butterfly kisses. "In the shower.."

Hyukjae frozed at the end of his sentence but he suddenly got up and litterally dragging Donghae with him to the bathroom.

"We kill them all tonight! well done guys!" Leeteuk shouted as he clapped. He looked exhausted but happy. So was everyone. Their 1st day concert in Shanghai was a success, well, like always.

"We still have tomorrow's performance. So we better have some rest tonight." Manager prince added. " Well done everyone."

"Wait, we can't go out and have something to eat? I'm hungry." Shindong said, tapping his tummy.

"Everything's ready at the Hotel." Said Manager prince. "Oh and Hyukjae..."

Hyukjae lifted his head to face him.

"Someone's here to see you."

Hyukjae frowned. "Who?"

"You're know when you see her."

"Her?" Donghae asked as he looked at Hyukjae, trying to find the answer. But the confused look on Hyukjae's face told him that hyukjae was as clueless as himself.

"She's waiting outside." Prince manager said."Meet her fast. We gotta get going."

"Yeah, but who?"

"How should I know? She said she already text you this morning. She had backstage pass so I asume you know her."

"Oh!" Hyukjae smiled. He remember finally. "Ok I'll go and meet her in a minute."

Hyukjae walked pass Donghae and smile. Donghae didn't say a word but only follow him with his eyes until he walked through the door and dissapeared. Then he get back to what he was doing, stuffing his belonging to his backpack as he tried to figure out who was this girl Hyukjae is meeting. Was she one of his relative? Hyukjae only have a sister who is studying here in Shanghai but if it was her, why would she asked to meet outside? Prince manager would just bring her into their dressing room. So who was she? a friend? which friend? Hyuk never told him that he has a friends here in Shanghai. Was she a fan? Questions were overlapping inside his head that he unconciously stuffing his bag with his stuff, taking them all out and stuffing them back in for a few times.

"Hyung." Donghae stopped Prince manager as he walked pass him. "Who is this girl hyukjae is meeting right now?"

"I don't know." Prince manager said. "She has backstage pass. Hyukjae gave it to her."

"Oh.." Donghae frowned, staring blankly at his manager.

"Why?"

"Oh.. n-nothing, Hyung." Donghae stammered, turned away trying to hide his expression. "Just asking."

"Alright. Just get ready. We're leaving in 15 minutes."

Donghae nodded and getting busy again with his stuff. But he really couldn't help to wonder who this girl was. Slowly he put his bag back on the table and slipped himself out the dressing room. Once outside he craned his neck everywhere, trying to find Hyukjae. It wasn't too long before he found him. There they were, standing near the emergency exit. They both look comfortable toward each other.They both laughing and talking. Donghae moved closer to get a better look.

She was gorgeous. She looked like a model. Her body was slim and slender with a long legs. Her long brown hair fell beautifully on her shoulder. She was really beautiful.

"Who is she? How come Hyukjae never told me that he has friend here in Shanghai?" Donghae wondered. He stayed there behind the wall for a few moments, trying not to be seen. Last thing he wanted was Hyukjae caught him spying. He was about to walk back to the dressing room when Hyukjae suddenly hug her. Donghae's heart beat faster. He turned around quickly, not wanting to see. His heart won't calm down. His mind were full with so many questions.

"Donghae.."

"Crap!" Donghae stopped and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Have you finished packing?" Hyukjae wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

"I .. uhm.. "Donghae panicked, trying to fine an answer. "Bathroom. Oh by the way, where's your friend?"

"She left already." Hyukjae answered as they walked back into the dressing room which was already empty. Other members were already out. They probably already heading to the parking lot. Donghae grabbed his backpack, but Hyukjae took it from him.

"Let me carry that by myself. Thanks anyway." Donghae snatched back his backpack a litte bit harshly. Hyukjae frowned. Donghae always allow him to carry his backpack. 

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine." Donghae said. "Let's go."

Donghae didn't wait for Hyukjae. He just walked pass him and heading straight to the door. Hyukjae grabbed his own backpack and followed him out.

"Hae, wait up."

"The guys are waiting."

"Yes, but wait a minute." Hyukjae managed to catch him up and they walkes side by side. "Is something happen? something bother you?"

"Nope."

"I know you too well, Hae." Hyukjae stopped him and turned him around to face him. "What's wrong?"

"I told you, nothing."

"Nothing means something. Spill."