Bonus # 5
My Hot Babe
Something has been troubling Hyukjae. A little bit. Not a lot. It's something small.
That's Donghae's conclusion. Because Hyukjae's completely normal. Most of the time. Then occasionally... he'll get a frown. A tiny pout. He'll look off to the side. Be lost in his thoughts. For a short moment. Then he'll be shaken out of it. Become all smiles. Laughs. Or heavier pouts. Whines. Huffs and puffs.
The usual.
This particular trouble is related to his job. That's what Donghae's thinking. Because Hyukjae has that tiny frown. The pout. When he gets into the car. If Donghae's picking him up. There's a hint of it left. When he enters the door. Returns home after walking.
Donghae's curious. He's tried asking Hyukjae. But his husband actually forgets about it. Smiles. Laughs. Goes about his day. Without another sign of it at all.
That's reminded Donghae of... whatever troubles he would have. Before. At work. As a kids' teacher. Hyukjae would encounter matters. Need to think about them. Sort out himself.
So Donghae has let it be.
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Donghae's lying in bed. With the script. He's been careful. Not to let Hyukjae see it. Just for spoiler reasons.
Because Donghae's character dies. Brutally.
Hyukjae's beyond excited for him. He's been jokingly calling him Han Siwoo. His character's name. If he finds out Han Siwoo dies...
Well. He'll never watch it.
Donghae's not even sure. If he wants him to watch it. Seeing his reactions are great. But... he doesn't want him to be upset.
He'll worry about it later.
Hyukjae's packing clothes for dance. They're all loose sweats. Shirts. Hoodies. He layers them on sometimes. Finds something more formfitting underneath. For when his students can't see his movements. Can't understand how to do them.
"They're so lucky," Donghae says. Smiles behind his script. "They get to see you jumping around like that."
Hyukjae turns. Upper body . He's placed his hand on his stomach.
"All my shirts go up when I jump, and I've seen the students stare."
Donghae sits up. "Stare at what? Your tummy?"
Hyukjae purses his lips. Nods.
"Wait, are you embarrassed about your stomach or something? I thought you liked it?"
Hyukjae huffs. Turns back to look through his clothes.
"What?" Donghae says. He scoots closer. To see more of his husband. His shoulders. Back. "I always ask you if you want to join me and go to the gym--"
"Why would I do that?"
"There you go, I was just going to say that! You don't wanna go and you say your tummy's cute."
In fact... Hyukjae said the funniest thing. Last week. Donghae chuckles again. Recalling it. His husband was sprawled on the couch. Chip bag on his stomach.
"No, thanks. I get enough work out through my job... and I think I'm as good looking as I should be. I don't need to look any better than this. You go. Have fun, baby."
Hyukjae narrows his eyes. "Why are you laughing? Do you think it's not cute?"
Donghae lifts his eyebrows at him. "Well, no, actually, I think it's y..." Especially those soft folds. When they're making love.
Hyukjae mutters something under his breath. Pulls on a shirt.
"What?" Donghae says again. "Wait, but I'm asking why the tummy is an issue!"
"Because of the students, Donghae. But if I tuck my shirts in, then that's bad fashion..." Hyukjae raises his arms. A bit of his stomach peeks out. He pouts. Brings his arms down. Pulls off the sweatshirt. "I think I need to buy longer clothes now... even if it's not trendy..."
Donghae's confused.
"Honeybun, you're saying they stare at your stomach when it shows?"
Hyukjae sighs. Brushes his hair in place. Folds his clothes. Drops them into his duffel bag.
"Yeah. These kids are getting too distracted... and too weird."
"How?"
Hyukjae sits on the bed. Gives him a side glance. "Promise not to laugh."
Donghae gives him full attention. "Yeah, no. Why would I laugh?"
Hyukjae bites his lip. Hesitates. He speaks. In a quiet voice. A little whiny.
"Hae, like... more than half of them apparently have crushes on me? I thought it was just silly at first. It's kind of cute and they all end up coming to class because they like me, I guess, so that's good. But now they're being stupid. I ask them a question and they stutter. They see me watching their moves and they go all red and mess up. A-And they tease each other! About me! They compete over who gets more attention and they'r
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