"Have you ever been with anyone else besides Eunhyuk?" Eric asks Donghae, who's in the passenger seat of Eric's sedan.

"Honestly, yes, but I think Eunhyukkie is different from the rest of them. And the rest were girls," Donghae says. He eyes Eric curiously. "When did you start knowing you were gay?"

Eric laughs. "Well, I always had slightly gay tendencies. I just didn't fully realize it until my first ion. I was imagining a guy while I was doing it."

Donghae blanches. "That sounds like something Eunhyukkie would say." He looks more fully at their surroundings once he realizes they're stopping. They're approaching a gate, and Eric swipes a card in order for the gate to raise. "Does everyone else here know about this nightclub?" Asks Donghae.

Eric smirks. "All they know is that some rich foreigner bought this property. All the people who currently know about it are our kind."

I doubt that. Word must have gotten out to at least a few others, Donghae thinks. 

"I watched some of your old stuff," Eric says as they reach a moderately sized parking lot ten minutes later. "All of Explorers of the Human Body, and some Adonis Camp and Full House." He parks the car, but doesn't unlock the doors. "You seemed a lot happier then. And you and Eunhyuk actually seemed on better terms then than now. Was that the beginning of your guys' relationship?"

Not this again. Donghae remembers bitterly that his managers, Sungmin, Leeteuk, Kyuhyun, and even Hyukjae approached him likewise about this before. "No. Just because I'm not smiling all the time now doesn't mean I'm not happy. I...I'm just trying to becoming more mature and manly, okay?" That should sound believable.

Eric looks at him in disbelief, and sighs, unlocking the doors. "Alright. Well try smiling a little bit more this evening, kay?"

***

"I seriously thought they only had these kind of stuff in Vegas," Donghae says in awe as he surveys the surroundings. It's a New York-themed nightclub, and large replicas of famous landmarks, such as the Statue of Liberty and Empire State building, are spread throughout the interior. Even the music is in English, but most of the customers here don't seem to mind. "The music's kind of loud. Are you sure no one suspects this is a nightclub?"

Eric grins. "Do you remember how long it took to get from the gate to the parking lot? We're in a safe zone, Hae, don't worry." Eric's eyes flit to a sofa where a dirty blonde-haired man is watching the pair of them with interest. "Oh, I see the owner's here. Come on, Donghae," Eric grabs Donghae's hand and practically drags him over to the velveteen sofa. Donghae doesn't protest, as he's too busy ogling the backdrop to the sofa--a timeline of famous moments of American theater, wax figurines of actresses and actors such as Gene Kelly and Scarlett Johansson, and two plasma large-screen TVs playing the latest English blockbusters. His attention is drawn back to the blonde man only when he politely coughs.

"Sorry?" Donghae says embarrassedly.

"Aren't you Donghae from Super Junior?" The rather young man asks, eyes gllinting.

"Um, yes," Donghae says, a little flattered that this man heard of him before.

"Well, well. Nice catch, Eric." The blonde smirks and takes a sip of his martini as Donghae splutters in shock.

"Ha, I wish," Eric says, laughing. "He's just a friend who I thought would appreciate your...club style. Donghae, this is Sean. But most people call him Mr. Harrison."

"You could call me Sean." The westerner grins. "So, are you..."

"Yes," Donghae says, deciding to throw caution to the winds.

"Well, sit down, sit down." Sean gestures to a spot on the sofa next to year. "And waiter! Another drink, please."

Eric pouts. "You never treated me that way."

Sean makes shooing motions with his hands. "Don't you see I want to talk alone with him? Go hit the dance floors or something."

Eric scowls, but leaves, and Donghae's left alone with Sean and the worrisome fact that he can't handle his liquor well.

***

Ugh, why am I the one always calling now? Hyukjae glares at his phone, and presses the speed dial for Donghae. I told him I was free hours ago, and I'm pretty sure he told me he was, too, yesterday.

"Hello?" A slightly dazed and slurred voice answers.

Hyukjae freezes. "Are you drunk?" He asks without preamble.

Another hiccup. "Um, I don't know. Maybe. But you should try drinking sometime again! I feel like I can do anything, Eunhyukkie." Donghae hiccups again. "I spoke in English for a really long time today, and this guy who was born in the United States could understand me! Isn't that great?" His next hiccup is followed by his childish laughter that Hyukjae thought permanently vanished months ago. Hyukjae swallows thickly, and in the brief lull of silence, slightly hears music, laughter, and...is Donghae at a club? Hyukjae's mouth practically drops to his collarbone.

"That's him?" A deeper male voice says from Donghae's end of the phone.

Hiccup. Another boyish laugh. "Yeah. Do you want to talk to him?"

Hyukjae grimaces. "Donghae, I called because I wanted to talk to you. I really think we need to just talk about..."

"Hello...Eunhyukkie," someone who was decidedly not Donghae says.

***

Donghae wakes up the next day with a raging headache. He glances around him blearily. Where am I? He blinks. . That thought's never good. He briefly panics when he realizes he's in a large bed, but then notices his clothes are still on.

What the hell happened?

A/N: Thought I should update. Thanks for the comments and support, my few readers! :) I haven't been updating lately because I started getting really interested into some other stuff besides Eunhae (but not other pairings---they're still my favorite K-pop bromance/couple/whatever they are), but I'll try to update regularly. The 6th jib is giving me plenty of heebie jeebies.