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Everything started weird. And Donghae could give a lot to know everything from the beginning. Maybe then he would be able to help his friend... or even support him somehow, but in this case he couldn't do anything, and he felt awful with this fact.

Donghae and Hyukjae were from one class, first class of highschool. They were friends for years – it wasn't weird thing, because they fit together like two missing elements of puzzles. Donghae was quite silly person, but if we are talking about school, he knew how to show himself. He was also a great athlete, but he felt best under water. Pool, sea, pft, even ordinary local pond – it's his kingdoms, so many people was calling him „Fish”. Just like that, affectionately. In other hand, Hyukjae was a man calm and intelligent, but when it comes to Donghae, he was totally other person. The smile couldn't be erased from his face, and hilarity belonged to the inherent elements of this company. He was excellent in dancing, and his personality was compared to this brillant ones, so some people called his „Eunhyuk” – that means „crystal” in some way. In short words, Eunhyuk was wonderful person, who deserved happiness. Always could help, never was nasty to anyone. On the contrary – on hate, he was answering with kindness. Never rejecting anyone, never scratching anyone off, always forgiving.

As was said earlier, Donghae and Eunhyuk were friends for years. Their parents didn't know themselves that good, and, unlike their sons, didn't loved for death and for life. Yeah, they loved each other. No, not like brothers. They loved each other with mutual love, like boy can love girl, or husband his wife. It was double pain for Eunhyuk, when he lived in unawareness for seventeen years.

Why? They were both just afraid. They were afraid of reject and its after-effects, for example loneliness. And they didn't want to live without each other. Just... no.

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- Not good... another bad grade at math – Older boy sighed with sorrow, knowing, what is waiting for him at home, when his parents will finally know about this. And no, it wasn't penalty on the computer, or anothic pathetic trifle. It was something, let's say this statistically, something much worser. But there was no sense in telling this. It couldn't change anything.

- Maybe I should start coming to you with this tutoring? Come on, dude, you don't want to have theat for your semester assessment again... - said Donghae.

- No, no, no. Thanks – the later answered, with a slight smile on his lips, and with equally inscrutable gaze, looking everywhere, but not in the other boy's eyes. Dognhae cares for him; isn't it wonderful? - I will handle this somehow. I just have to decipher this. A little more and I will get everything.

They were sitting in Donghae's house, as always. Computer games and things like this was rather unkown to them; definitely they preffered their mutual company than empty machine without feelings. It was always like this, even when they were kids. Inseparable. They were laying on the bad and talking, but now, it was the time for serious exchange of sentences.

The younger boy leaned forward, catch Hyuk's chin in fingers and forced him to look at his eyes, while approaching closer and sweeping his face with warm breath. Hyukjae wasn't trying to struggle, but he shivered slightly; Donghae was doing this often. Anyway, he didn't even wanted to struggle.

- Eunhyuk. I'm worried about you.

The latter swallowed his saliva. He knew. And he felt even worser with the thought, that he was disappointing Donghae.

- I know. - He lowered his gaze. - I just... I can't focus. Math isn't good side of my abilities, you know me.

- But I'm asking you. Do your best, for me. - Suddenly he realized how it sounds and blushed. Hyukjae didn't missed this. - In the name of our friendship, Hyuk. - Hae quickly added.

They stared into each others eyes for a moment; older boy's gaze was sore, Donghae almost could feel the pain of it. He was staring at him, waiting, until the latter nodded.

- You promise?

A moment of dead silence.

- Yes, I promise.

If only Donghae would know the truth.

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The blonde was going back to his gome. He was afraid just in thought of this, what was going to happen to him. He was afraid to enter his own house, because he didn't felt safe there. Source of his scratches, wounds, bruises, was exactly in this house. He hated this, so much. He could give everything to get away from it. But he couldn't do anything, just be stressed more of this whole situation.

He entered the house, feeling beating of his heart almost in his throat. He was almost ready for punishment, but he still wasn't used to this. Maybe his mother will miss some detail...

- M-mom, I'm home!

- Great, sonny! - he heard his mother from kitchen. - Come, come, show me your backpack!

Boy bit hardly his lip, closing his eyes. Yet.

He stepped into kitchen and gave the thing to his getter, sitting on chair. She sat on other and started to pull out his notebooks. She left them without a comment, until she took in her hands notebook to math. She looked with disgust at first on the red handwriting of teacher, then at face of her child.

- Hyukkie, you know what to do, right? - she mumbled knowingly, standing up and taking thick, leather belt from hanger beside doors. - I'll better do it, until your father will come back. Better me, than him.

Hyukjae nodded, slowly standing up and placing his hands on the top of cupboard.

- Raise your shirt. - When he obeyed, she nodded. - Remember, it's for your own good. You got to have good grades, sonny. Don't hold it against me bad, again...

Sound of belt hitting skin on ribs could be heard clearly throughout the house, but the scream stayed perfectly suspended. Years of habit. Because it was better this way.

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Donghae was sitting on the bed in his bedroom. Without Eunhyuk he immidiately felt somehow empty, like... lonely. Only the latter boy was able to fill the silence, which established, when he left this house. Because he was unique. One and only. His one and only Hyukjae, the blonde of beautiful heart.

He's always behaving weird. Just like he was sick. Like he was in pain. But in his company, Hyukjae is... awesome.

If in fact something is bothering him, there is only admiration to the boy, who makes a breakthrough in the history of korean dancers.

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In this time, the said blonde was lying, this time in his own room, trying to stifle his tough sob. Tomorrow strong red injury will become spicy, violet-green bruise. Another to the collection, if he'll count another ones, which he get through the last few days of defiance.

His parents love other people, but it doesn't mean that they love him as well. There's no one, who can love him as much as he love people.

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- Hyuk... are you sure you feel well? - asked him concerned teacher of physical Education. Eunhyuk was his favorite, but not in this state...

- Yes, mister. I'm fine – he answered, but hissed and scowled, when another person, passing by him, collided with his body.

Donghae saw everything. But he didn't knew what was wrong. The opportunity to check this was perfectly during next visit of Eunhyuk in his house, which time was followed by the time today after school. They were doing this verbatim always: Donghae's parents always worked to late hours, so boys could do everything they wanted.

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- Donghae, really, I can't.

- Hyukjae, you have to! - Donghae nearly shouted to confused Eunhyuk. - Why shouldn't you, huh?

- M-my mother asked me for help... - answered the latter, blushing cutely. Maybe it was beautiful sight to Donghae, but he couldn't watch this. Not now, when he didn't know, what's going on...

He took his friend's hand and started to practically drag him to his house.

- H-Hae, stop...

- You're coming with me. No discussion – said Donghae with strong decision about change in their style of life, which was pestering him because of fixed amount of their pain.

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The doors of the house has been locked, and scarcely then Donghae could feel calm.

- Hyuk... it's important. - He bite his lip and took boy's hand again. - Come.

The latter wasn't protesting. Younger boy lead them to his room. When they was there, he turned the key in another lock, and just then Eunhyuk started to wonder what's wrong.

- Donghae, what are you...

- Remove your t-shirt.

The tone, in which he said this, frightened older boy a little. It sounded like order of desperate . He loved Donghae, that's the fact, but he didn't want everything to go like that, let's not exaggerate...

- But, why...

- Just take it off. I have to check something.

Eunhyuk was still hesitating. He was ashamed of his bruises and other vestiges of leather belt. How to explain it?

- Hae, I can't.

He was still hesitating... so the younger took other tactic. He reached out a finger at him and poked him gently in the ribs. Exactly there, where Hyukjae had huge, colorful bruise. The latter hissed in pain.

- It hurts you, right? - asked Donghae with care in his eyes, and at the same time with fear.

Eunhyuk wasn't able to say a single word, so he just swallowed his saliva and nodded.

- Take off, Hyuk.

Hyukjae still had doubts.

- But...

- Just trust me. Do I ever betrayed on you?

Hyukjae closed his eyes slightly and reluctantly folded his arms to take off his t-shirt. It's time for the truth to came out...

He removed the cloth and threw it somewhere in corner.

- Hyukjae...

Hyukjae's eyes were still closed, so he doesn't knew, what is Donghae doing. In a moment he felt the boy's warm finger, wandering through his chest, to his stomach. He sighed in pleasure, but the latter didn't stop his wander.

As he was feeling good before, that now he was hurted. Donghae touched one of his wounds, which his body was marked, and by this he hissed quietly.

- Hyuk... how...

By his voice he could easily tell, that he's terrified.

Hyukjae was, too. What will Donghae do, when he'll know the truth? But he had to tell him. Nevertheless, they were... friends...

- Parents – he answered shortly, trying to stop his tears. But Donghae wasn't trying anymore. He started to cry bitterly, and this forced Hyukjae to open his eyes and do assessment of the situation.

Donghae was standing in front of him, there was maybe some centimeters between them. His hands were hanging along his body. He looked so pathetic, just standing like that and crying. Eunhyuk, carefully, to not cause more pain to himself, he reached his hands forward and took the younger into his embrace, hugging him tightly, burying his nose and hand in his lovely, soft hair.

- Donghae, don't cry... - Despite the fact that he tried to hold back, he sniffed. - These are my wounds...

- I want to share your every wound with you, you know? - he gasped. The older was listening, and he couldn't believe his ears. - I want to share with you every pain and bliss, suffering, happiness, and... heart... - Now Donghae hanged his hands through his friend's side. - Hyukkie... I love you... and I'm sorry... don't hate me.

Eunhyuk froze. Because, what else can he do?

- I never even thought to hate you because of this. - He hugger him stronger. - You're most important to me and I'll never hate you. - He stepped back a little and smiled to younger. - And now don't cry, Donghae. It doesn't hurt at all.

Donghae just nodded slightly, to show him, that he'll do his best. The older was hesitating for one moment, and then he condescended – yeah, he was taller than Donghae – and kissed away the tears, that stubbornly refused to leave his face.

- H-Hyukkie...

- Shh, Donghae. Don't talk that much. Sometimes we just don't have to – said Hyukjae, hugging him again.

And Donghae understood. He understood, what his friend wanted to tell him. No, from now they're not friend. Exactly... soon.

Donghae felt that happy, that if it was the other circumstances, he would just laugh. He let himself to smile, frank and wide. He approached his mouth to his hyung's ear and asked:

- Hyukkie... - the older boy just mumbled, „mhm?” - You, you know... can I?

Hyuk just moved away and give the younger smile. He nodded slightly, but Donghae noticed it.

He approached his lips to Hyukjae's ones. They come into contact with each other rather doubtfully. Hyuk decided to break it down and clung to Donghae harder. The latter just gasped with ecstasy and responded to a kiss equally enthusiastic. First kiss each of them, also with each other, was great. And this has become even greater when Hyukjae, the being the bolder one, moved his tongue over Donghae's lip, which was slighty swollen from kiss. The younger moaned, letting him inside his mouth without resistance. And so it went like that, until they lay down on the bed and started teasing, kissing, and biting, more vulnerable points of their bodies.

Hyukjae, in all his happiness, forgot about pain. Because what is pain, if we're comparing it to true love?

Nothing. And Hyukjae decided to leave it like this.

Because it was better this way.


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