(This chapter is anything but crack, it suddenly turned so silly and angsty, // edit i dont know why did i write fluffy at first gosh im tired//, maybe? Hate me or love me, either way is good.I don't know what am I writing anymore.. lol Sorry Hyukjae kkk)

Hyukjae had visited his apartment before being brave enough to make his way to the hotel. Sam had had his girlfriend with him, of course, as they were a couple and hanging at 'Sam's place' every time they could. Hyuk had made a u-turn and left quickly, as he didn't want to interrupt, or rather, hear any groans or whatsoever. So, It was really vice decision to toss his hopes of a conventional pizza night with his housemate, including some beer of course. All he could do for now was to walk down the street and go to massage his friends back. Ridiculous, he thought.

This whole situation was ridiculous. Two grown-up men dancing around a huge misunderstanding, avoiding each other when they had a chance to do so. And what comes to avoiding people, Hyuk was actually the one to avoid Donghae, who had always been so open about his feelings. 

"Ridiculous!" Hyukjae nearly shouted and leaned his head against nearest wall with a huge 'knock'. As it happens, the 'wall' was a part of a door, actually the door of hotel room 143.

"Come in, the door is open!" A voice welcomed him and Hyukjae stepped in assuming Donghae was waiting for him. Waiting for him to massage his back, Hyuk stated in his head and felt his heart racing even faster when thinking about it. 

It had actually been almost five years since he had felt in this way, butterflies in his stomach and all. He had met his ex-girlfriend back then and broke up with her during the same year. It wasn't that they didn't love each other, Hyuks parents had come on their way, telling she was too manly for him. (And she really was, being mistaken as a guy million times. Regardless of that, Hyuk had loved her more than anyone.) So they were dragged, against their own will, to a dead end, which was really the end of their relationship. He hadn't seen her for ages and really didn't know how to miss her, it had been a short relationship after all.

"A-are you.. Ready?" He asked, taking off his jacket. He thought Donghae would understand he meant being ready, and shirtless of course, for the massaging.

"Yeah. I'm lying here on the couch. You can come and start doing the massaging, I know you have steady hands, mate." Hyukjae nodded and walked towards Donghae, who was lying on the couch, shirtless, his face against a purple pillow. 

Hyuk couldn't keep himself from gulping a bit, he was going to soon massage a of his workmate, friend, and a guy on who he was growing a crush day after day. 'Okay, you can do this.' He told to himself and started massaging Hae's back, hearing the man humming in response. 

"Y-yeah. Right there." Hyukjae had to keep himself from seeing weird images in his head of Donghae saying the same in a completely different situation. He shook his head. Concentrate, he thought.
 
After few minutes of massaging he felt his mobile buzzing in his pocket. He assumed it was a text message, so he had to check it out while murmuring sorries to Hae. 

Donghae: A guy with next door! So funny haha!!

Hyuk stared at the screen. Why was Donghae texting to him although they were in a same room? He froze for a moment, then glancing the room around him. It was anything but like Donghae, it looked more like a make-up studio for a drag queen show; dresses and heels everywhere. 

"Y-you.. You-re not Donghae, right?" Hyuk groaned, his face running red as a tomato.  

"Your.. English is fluent. Y-you.. I-I'm sorry!" He nearly screamed taking two or three steps backwards, dropping his poor smartphone on the floor. The guy he'd been massaging, now stood up and wrapped his arms around Hyukjae's chest, not letting him to go.    

"You're my fan, aren't you?" He asked with a smooth voice, Hyukjae trying to escape from his tight grip.

"This is a big misunderstanding! Lemme go you idiot!" He shouted, but the drag queen guy didn't seem to be eager to let him go. Hyukjae cursed in his head, the guy was even wearing a strong make-up, maybe for a show, how the hell would he know? 

"Someone help me!" He screamed, trying to get someone's attention, but his scream was followed by a loud gasp, the guy tried to slide his fingers under Hyuk's shirt. 

"What the heck you think you're doing!?" Hyuk shouted, startling and heard someone coming in the room. Finally someone would save him, he thought. 

"-guy is need help? New dress? Look so beautiful haha!" Hyukjae froze, so did the guy, his hand still on Hyuks stomach. This was bad, really bad. Turning around made his jaw drop.

"D-donghae.. This isn't what-" Hyukjae tried to explain the awkward situation and saw his opportunity to flee from the guys grip. He had wanted to confess his feelings to Donghae, tonight, while massaging his back. But he didn't want to let him know his attraction to men like this, not at all. 

"Oh." That was all Donghae said, running his fingers through his hair. 

"I-I can explain.. I-I'm not.. I mean yes but, no.. No" Hyuk tried to assert, his voice trembling but it was already too late. He knew it.

"It ok. Make up moment so ok. Colors. Nice." Hae clearly talked to himself and left, invisible tears in his eyes. He knew he had had no chance to get Hyuk liking him, he already dated someone else.