Title: Dreaming of You
Pairing: Eunhae
Rating: PG-13/R
Genre: Romance,
Disclaimer: Super Junior owns themselves and I own this fic.



Summary: What happens in his dreams when he falls asleep, happens even when he's awake.  Just as long as he have Donghae by his side, all his dreams will continue to come true.  Now he'll dream with Hae tonight, til tomorrow, and for all of life.  There's nowhere in the world he'd rather be, than there in this room, dreaming endlessly...with the one he loves.
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It was breaking dawn, and he was caught by the shimmering of bright light seeping through the blinds, into towards his bed where he laid soundly asleep.  The light, illuminating his small almost vacant room seem vivid and resplendent.   Mentally detached from reality, a smile formed at the corners of his thick, red lips.  Hugging his pillow more tightly, he positioned himself in a comfortable point underneath his sheets-he was dreaming.  And in his dreams, he would dream of Him. Only in ones' sleep, can the body, including the mind be in complete serene, complete with tranquility overshadowing the body, mind, and soul.  But suddenly, a tormented sound, like a thousand screams piercing through the mind, alerting it, awakens him.  It was his alarm clock.  "Aish!"  The slender male aroused from his heavenly sleep and into his bathroom where he readies himself for the day ahead.
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Looking at his reflection, he affixes his collar and tightens his belt.  With a sigh, he forces a smile upon his face since it was another bright and shiny day.  He walks out the door saying goodbye to his family and only grabbing an apple as breakfast, he walks toward his destination. Hyukjae works in his local town's café restaurant which he loved so much.  His town was small, sort of like an everyone knew-everyone sort of town.
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It was 6:00 PM, and Hyukjae's shift was finally over.  He packs up and leaves. 

"Ah, Hyukjae!"  He turns around towards the voice.  "Are you forgetting something?"  Mr. Lee (his boss) raises his hand and Hyukjae notices his phone.  Quickly, he reaches for it and thanked the kind man. 

"I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Lee!"  He exclaims, walking out the door. 

Hyukjae decides to take a stride along the park.  How he taking long walks, especially at the park when it's this beautiful outside; it was almost like his own medicine.  It gives him time to think and have peace.

It was late December, winter season, and Hyukjae was cold, he realizes. Hyukjae noticed he forgot to grab his jacket after leaving home.  So he pauses, deciding a break would be a good idea, and seats himself comfortably on the bench alongside, arms wrapped around his body, shivering.  Surrounding him, he sees branches swaying in the breeze, people walking about, and lights shimmering from even the darkest areas.  Far beyond him, a lake, frozen and isolated, stood still as his train of thoughts on winter night.  Every breath he takes would compose crystallized air; escaping from his lungs, only to occupy itself again. 

He knew he shouldn't be out this late when it's this cold outside, but he doesn't care, he loved the peace and quiet, he loved seeing smiles on people's faces as they walk here and there, he loved the feeling of the harsh winter air on his flawless, milky-white skin.  He then lays down on the bench, closes his eyes, and tries to relax his body.  Embracing himself to find warmth and heat, he sleeps.

"Are you cold?"  A tall figure standing over him asks.  Startled, Hyukjae opens his eyes and realizes it was just a boy, about his age.  Confound with sleep, he rises and positions himself.  He doesn't know how long he's been asleep, but the park was as empty as it can ever be. 

"Oh hi, who are you?"  Hyukjae asks shyly, looking around.

"Uhm, no one in particular."  The brunette smiles.  "Cold?  Here, take my jacket." 

At this point Hyukjae doesn't know what to do.  He tries denying, but the latter male places it around his shoulders. 

"There, that should keep you warm."  He smiles.  Hyukjae knows the coat was warming, and he loved the scent it gave off. 

"Tha-thanks,"  he smiles.  Hyukjae manages to look at the other male's face, and finds him really alluring.  Suddenly, a ringing was heard and both notice it.

"One sec."  The stranger said smiling.  "It's me.  Yeah -- really?  Okay, I'll be on my way."  The male closes his phone and places it back inside his pocket.  Hyukjae looks up, eyebrows raised. 

"What's the matter?"  He asks.

"Nothing, I just need to get going, it was nice meeting yah.  Maybe we can meet some other day."  He walked backwards, waving, his pace more and more enhanced as he turned away. 

"Wa-wait!  You forgot you-" Hyukjae stands up and yells towards the male running, but he was out of sight within seconds.  Hyukjae sits down and retraced what just happened.  It was weird to him -- to bad meeting that stranger was short-lived.  He at least wanted to know the boys' name.
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After work, Hyukjae goes to the park hoping to find that stranger, but unfortunately, the stranger never came back.  Hyukjae knows he wasn't about to give up since he owes the guy for letting him borrow the jacket. He waits patiently, seating on the bench, arms crossed, inhaling the cold, wintry air.  This time, he remembered to bring his own jacket.  It was stupid of him to forget the first time, else he wouldn't have been in this kind of situation. 
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The next day, Hyukjae was at work.  Taking orders and making them was the usual task.  A bell rung and he notices a figure walking pass the doors and seating at a table near the windows.  It seemed familiar to him. 

Hyukjae walks toward the be seated male and asks for his order.   He was surprised to see who it was.  It was that stranger, the one that let him borrow his jacket at the park the other night. 

"Hi, may I take yo- hey! It's you!"  Hyukjae says looking at the male with a confused expression. 

"Your jacket, you forgot about it.  Please wait and I'll get it for you."  Hyukjae keeps the jacket in the storage room since he comes to the park everyday after work, but now that he finally found what he was looking for, it would be unnecessary.

"No, it's fine, you should keep it.  Might come in handy next time you decide sleeping outside in the cold is the smartest thing to do."  The male says sarcastically.

Dumbfounded, Hyukjae gives a slight chuckle, rubbing his head, feeling embarrassed.

"Hmm. . .why don't you take a seat?"

Curious eyes stayed focus on the male sitting.  Hyukjae knows he's about to blush and decides to sit at the table with the stranger. 

"Sure, I should be on break anyways."  Hyukjae says firmly, showing his rather cute smile.  He was nervous to be sitting with someone he doesn't know. 

Both introduces themselves and began talking.

Donghae stands up and walks over to the counter and asks for more coffee. 

Hyukjae notices Donghae wearing distressed jeans, a black v-neck, and a tight blazer that suited him perfectly.  A smile spread's across his face as he looked away out towards the window where he sees the sun lighting dimly just above the horizon.

"What are you smiling about?" Donghae asks curiously as he walks back to the table.

"Oh -- nothing."  Hyukjae gives off a slight laugh, chin in hand, gazing out the window. 

Taking a sip of coffee, Hyukjae begins speaking again.  "So, Donghae huh? What kind of parent names there son East Sea?"  Hyukjae laughs jokingly.  Donghae chuckles, looking at Hyukjae with much interest. 

"I'm not sure, but at least it sounds better then Hyukjae."  He retorted --  giving a smirk.

Smiling, Hyukjae rolls his eyes.
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Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.  Spring time melts away winter, and blossoms began to bloom in the midst of day.  Here and there, trees began to grow it's leaves, like new life was starting to come back once again. 

"Are you done yet?"  Donghae yells standing in front of the café, both hands in his pockets.

"Almost!  Wait for me!"  Hyukjae hollers back from inside, rushing to hurry with the last order now that his shift is over.  With Donghae holding the door open, Hyukjae greets him with a bright smile that he always loved.

"Sorry Hae, it took longer then expected."  He smiles again.  Hyukjae was surprised Donghae hasn't left him yet.

Donghae’s arms wrap around his waist as he pulls him close and replies nothing, opting to kiss him.  It was a beautiful day outside, the sun still shimmering brightly now that it's spring. Birds, twittering upon the trees, people walking here and there, but together with Donghae, Hyukjae felt like his day became a whole lot better.  Hyukjae nestles himself on Donghae's neck and the way his heart pounded when they touch felt absolutely amazing to him. 

Time had not made Hyukjae immune to the perfection of Donghae's face, and he was sure that he would never take any aspect of him for granted.  His eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips-twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth span of his forehead-partially obscured by a tangle of dark-silky hair.

Saving his eyes for last, knowing that when Hyukjae looks into them, he was likely to lose his train of thought.  They were wide, warm with a liquid of brown, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes.  Staring into his eyes always made Hyukjae feel extraordinary-sort of like his
bones were turning spongy.  Hyukjae was also lightheaded, but that could have been because he'd forgotten to keep breathing.  Again.

Ushering the other to walk, Donghae wraps his arms around Hyukjae's waist, pulling them closer tightly as they walk down the sidewalk, dodging people here and there.   Nervously, Hyukjae's eyes would glance in all directions, feeling a bit self-conscious;  he wasn't used to being out in public like this. 

But Donghae, as if sensing his uneasiness, whispers quickly,  "Don't worry, it'll be fine, Hyuk ah."  Donghae insists, holding his hands making Hyukjae look at him.  A smile formed at the corners of Hyukjae's lips.  Feeling a bit more couraged and confident as they parted down the sidewalk along the buildings towering above them.  

"So, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"  Hyukjae looks at the male strangely.

"Clubbing."  Donghae simply says as he looked forward taking a deep breath with a grin dangly about.

"Clubbing?  You're taking me to a club?"  Hyukjae was confused.  It was obvious to Hae that Hyukjae's never went clubbing before. 

"Of course, you've worked hard this past week, wouldn't hurt to go out tonight, wouldn't it?"  He smiles coyly. 

"I guess not, but first, I need to head back and change Hae." 

"Of course."
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Looking at himself in the mirror, he buttons his shirt and checks himself.  From the corner of the mirror, he sees Hae walking towards him from behind resting his chin on Hyukjae's shoulders then coiling him with his arms tightly, kissing his cheeks. 

"You look beautiful tonight, Hyukkie."

"Oh stop it Hae."  Hyukjae rolls his eyes and blushes simultaneously.  "Seriously Hae, why couldn't we have gone to watch a movie for something?  That would make me less nervous."

Donghae smiles and kisses him from his cheek all the way to his lips "I think I know just the thing to make you less nervous."  Hyukjae must admit, as long as Donghae continues to swift him off his feet, all the uneasy feelings quickly departures from him, leaving him breathless-wanting more, but he doesn't.

"So, now are you ready?"  Donghae smiles.

Taking a moment to think, "I think so."  Hyukjae answers.
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Hyukjae's body heated up as his body moves in sync with the tune; his pulse rises, his mind races, and before you knew it, he was like a dance machine, dancing so beautifully in the night club. But the flashing of bright lights, they almost blind him, leaving him partially numbed. 

After a while, Hyukjae felt like his body was in complete ecstasy. And Hyukjae is certain that despite what anyone else might say, Donghae at this moment was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Sometimes, he would wonder if this was all a dream and that he'd wake up and discover that surely he must be in his bed, enchanted with sleep.  Any day now, this dream would end, and he'd wake up, knowing that this wasn't real. 

Time gave away and as Donghae races Hyukjae to his apartment, they laughed happily and skipped down the sidewalk leaving behind the group of crowds standing in front of the club's building.  Soon arriving at his apartment.
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The calluses on Donghae’s fingers are rough, abrasive on his skin, but move swiftly and Hyukjae welcomes his touch-craves for it.  Donghae presses his lips to the hollow of Hyukjae’s throat, the concaved surface of his skin in between his collar bones. His fingers surfaces over his skin, following the trail down Hyukjae’s chest with his lips, the indents between his ribs. Traces his navel with his tongue, Hyukjae in his abdomen at the movement, does it again when Donghae’s tongue dips in.  Hyukjae’s fingers twist in Donghae’s hair when he reaches his hips, lips making steady pressure at the sensitive spot in Hyukjae’s right hip, his body jerking forward. Donghae looks up at him, half smile on his lip, and slowly at his pelvic bone, sending shudders through his body.

Hyukjae wants him now, but he also doesn’t want him to stop.  He wasn't used to having his body explored.

He’s not used to this kind of pleasure or the amount he's receiving, but he's glad it's with Donghae, he realizes, as Donghae travels further down his body not leaving a place on his legs untouched all the way to his toes.  Hyukjae laughs at the tickling sensation when Donghae bites his right sole, teasingly kicks him.  Donghae grabs his foot, as Hyukjae sits up and they slowly stop laughing.

Lips connecting.  Hands grabbing skin. Bodies pressed together fully.  Tongues tangled when Donghae pushes in. They fall into rhythm after a few moments of waiting, of freezing.  But Hyukjae’s tired of waiting, wanting more rather then waiting.  So he moves his hips against Donghae’s body.  Donghae finding his way to what feels like the very core of Hyukjae’s body and he moves also.
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"Hyukkie," Donghae murmured, his body still sore from last night's when he tries waking his still sleeping angel.  But Hyukjae nudges Donghae's ribs gesturing him to stop with closed eyes.  But actually, it makes Hae even more desperate.  So he moves over and tries to wake his love by rolling atop of him.

"H-Hae get -- off!"  He yells in frustration trying to shove the other male away. But Donghae was a lot stronger then he was, and his method failed.  At this point Hae couldn't stop laughing, seeing his angel in frustration was delightful yet amusing to him.

"Aya!"  Donghae exclaims, rubbing his chest.  "Why'd you hit me?"

"Because,"

"Because why?"

"For a lot of things," Hyukjae manages to get up, crinkled eyes looking at Hae as if he was about to die if he wouldn't stop irritating him. 


Rolling his eyes, Donghae cuts him off by rolling on top of him, supporting his weight with both hands on either side of Hyukjae's face. 

"Do you want to die?"  he says between clenched teeth. 

But Hyukjae looks away from his eyes and ignores the male.  Donghae stops.  Instead, narrows his face closer and closer to Hyukjae's face, tempted to kiss his cheek, but doesn't.  He moves up towards his ears, giving a slight tickle to the male with his head still turned sideways.  Hyukjae's heart starts to beat rapidly and he freezes.

"Hyukkie,"  Donghae says, raising up slightly off his angel.   "Look at me."

Hyukjae gently turns, facing him.  Hae slowly tries to cuff both sides of his cheeks, stopping for a brief moment to see whether Hyukjae would allow that, he does.  Gently, Donghae kisses his lips.  Their lips collide, soon feeling more intense.   Hae pulls away, smiling.  He rolls onto his side next to Hyukjae, cuddles him closer, "You wanted to sleep right?  Well, go head."  Donghae nestles his head on Hyukjae's neck. 

A moment of silence, and Hyukjae realizes he couldn't sleep knowing his body, his mind. . . and his heart was still caught in an illusion.  Hyukjae feels a breath slightly reaching his neck and realizes Donghae was already asleep.  He shifts and rests his head against Donghae's chest, the male welcomes it, wrapping his arms around Hyukjae's back. 

Dawn hits him and Hyukjae closes his eyes, he begins to realize: what happens in his dreams when he falls asleep, happens even when he's awake.  Just as long as he have Donghae by his side, all his dreams will continue to come true.  Now he'll dream with Hae tonight, til tomorrow, and for all of life.  There's nowhere in the world he'd rather be, than there in this room, dreaming endlessly...with the one he loves.






A/N: I would like to dedicate this fic to Nald Vang (http://sevensinclair.livejournal.com) who's also a loyal fan of Eunhae.  It's his birthday Oct.8 and I wrote this fic just for him.  Even though it's still early, I didn't know I'd finish this quick.  But I hoped you enjoy, and I would like to say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  Here's to another year of experience, and best wishes to you.  :D

P.S.  This is my first fic.  Comments and feedbacks are much loved.  Thank you.