Kim Heechul finaly met Lee Donghae

Kim Heechul is a prideful man. He likes to be in control and despises the few rare times that he had things went out of his expectations.

He had expected it.

He had expected that the day would come when a certain Lee Donghae, whom he had only seen only on iphone photos, would show up at his doorstep. He had made up a few scenarios about it, on how he would brandish his very own scalpel blade and it into the said man’s eyes.

But what greeted him when he came back to his humble cottage after a fortnight of sleeping in a van made him feel like the scalpel blade had been stabbed into his eyes instead. He wasn’t just ready for it.

His dongsaeng. His sweet gullible dongsaeng. His sweet gullible dongsaeng that had harbored ugly bruises and an unsymmetrical jaw. ; in bed, in the arms of the very same guy that had caused him all those injuries, and Heechul felt like tearing the said guy into two. Right now.

So that’s what he did. Kim Heechul, without a moment of hesitation, stormed into the bedroom without trying to be discreet at all (as he was practically giving a war cry).

Lee Donghae was immediately alerted and sat up in bed with wide eyes, but Hyukjae, still heavy from sleep (and ) had pulled the said guy down again and snuggled against him.

                “Hmm… Hae…”

That sound, if anything, made Kim Heechul even more livid. He jumped onto the bed, straddling the very Lee Donghae covered by the blanket. His right hand went to Lee Donghae’s left cheek, and his right hand went to the guy’s left. He pinched onto the cheek and pulled. Hard.

                “AHHH!!!” Lee Donghae screamed.

Hyukjae woke up.

                “You son of a !!” Heechul yelled, hands still pulling onto the cheek.

                “Whuh… Hyung?” Hyukjae mumbled groggily.

                “Hurts!! Yah wet go of mwe!!” Donghae screamed, his words came out wrong with his cheek being stretched to the sides.

                “You dare showing your face here!!”

                “Hyung!!”

                “Owwww wet go, you cwazy!!”

                “You bastard!!”

                “Heechul-hyung!!”

Are you happy now, you brats Hwangrie & Myhothyukjae?

It's not even 500 words. It's a measly 359 words *bows*

3 more weeks until graduation, then I'll write again. SERIOUSLY. I'm so deprived.