DONGHAE's POV

We were laughing and gasping the moment we hid under an ice cream truck. I can still feel his warm hands warmly clutching mine so I held his with the same pressure. I've never felt so alive before this; something weird about running away from the three, made my heart beat with excitement.

Maybe it's because I'm with Hyukjae.

I smiled at myself.

How many times have I dreamt of running away with Hyukkie? Us running away from our responsibilities? Running away from the eyes of judgmental people? Running away from the problems? Running away together for the sake of being together? Well, yeah. I've dreamt of this kind of scene a lot before, and it makes me happy that it somewhat came true.

"We need to get out from here," he said, looking at me and flashing his irresistible gummy smile. I smiled back, loving this side of Hyuk.

"Where to?" I asked, and I watch his face scrunch up, as he thought of an answer.

"Anywhere's fine as long as you're with me," he answered with a soft smile and squeezed my hand, and my heart, obviously, beat erratically.

"You're so cheesy. It doesn't suit you," I told him, rolling my eyes, but squeezing his hand back.

"Oh, I have an idea!" He half-shouted, and I raised my eyebrow at his excited eyes, then he started dragging me while looking for any signs of the three.

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"You have got to be kidding me"

I looked at the shop he dragged me into and my jaws dropped.

"What on earth has gotten into you?!" I told him, and he just chuckled at my reaction and I pouted.

"Ya! Don't pout. It's just---we're just buying disguises," he shortly explained, as he went to the rack of clothes to the right, dragging me in the process. He hasn't, even for a second, released my hand. Not that I'm complaining, but this side of him is so new, and I am just a bit afraid that I might like it too much for my own good.

"I know. You said that. But why must it be only me wearing a disguise? And what's more, why does it have to be women's clothes?! Why aren’t you---Absolutely not. I am not wearing that, you stupid monkey!" I complained, as he produced a rather racy-looking dress, and he lifted it up to see if it fits me.

"I think this will suit you," he whispered to himself, totally engrossed with choosing clothes for me. I puffed my cheek, and sulked as I just went along with him whenever he finds something nice that will suit me. He doesn't even ask my opinion, he just gets something, place it in front of me then if he liked it, he'll shove it into the basket I'm holding.

"Ya, that's enough. It's just a disguise for a day. You're picking too much clothes," I said and he looked at the basket to find it full.

"You're right. Let's go then, you'll fit them," he said happily as he snatched the basket from my hand and walked towards the dressing room. Good thing the shop is not packed, though I don't know why, since before we entered, lots are buying, but the moment we're already picking things up, I noticed the sales ladies are asking their customers to leave; and that's after Hyukkie talked to someone behind the counter. Something smells fishy.

"Hyuk, did you ask the shop to be close for us?" I asked him absentmindedly, when he's looking through the women's shoes. We were on our way to the dressing room, but he saw this section and, therefore, here we are.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I did," he answered, not looking up at me.

"Why'd you have to do that?"

"I know you'll be uncomfortable when you dress as a girl infront of those people, so I kindly asked the owner, who is a very close friend of mine and also our fan, to close the shop for a few hours while were here," he said, picking up a pink doll shoes.

After all the shopping for accessories, we finally, really headed to the dressing room. He opened the curtain, went in with the basket and pulled me inside with him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my eyes widely opened from shock as he started ing my clothes.

"I am helping you," he answered in a low voice, I stopped his hands when he successfully ed four, and he looked up at me.

"I can do it myself, Hyukkie. Just---just wait outside," I said, trying hard to focus on what I was saying. He’s way too close, the limited space is not helping either, I can feel myself heating up from the close proximity of our bodies. The dressing room is obviously just for one person. Suddenly, he brought his right hand to my cheek, and let it rest there.

“You’re hot, Hae,” he whispered in a low voice, which I found really seductive. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him for I might do something I’ll regret later.

“Seriously, your face is heating up. Are you okay?” he added, pure worry evident in his voice. Oh. So that’s what he meant? Why am I disappointed? Tsk.

“It’s---it’s be-because it’s so cramped here. Get out and I’ll try the clothes on,” I told him, mentally punching my self for stuttering.

He chuckled, and let his hand drop, “Okay. I’ll give you five minutes, alright? If you’re not out by then, I’ll come in again, understand?” He commanded, his voice mixed with teasing and seriousness, so I curtly nod, and he let go of our entwined hands, and went out. I raised my hand, the one he was holding, and placed it on my chest, near my heart. This is getting so hard. He’s making it so hard to forget him.

“Fishy, I’m waiting,” he said right outside the curtain, then heard his foot tapping impatiently. So, snatching the clothes he chose from the basket, I took off my clothes and reluctantly put them on.

I remember telling myself that I hate dressing up as a girl; as much as Heechul-hyung hates it, but here I am, wearing something so girly that it makes me want to puke. I can’t believe I found this outfit cute on other girls back in middle school, it’s so revolting.

“10 seconds, Hae,” the waiting monkey reminded me, and started doing the count off.

“5”

“4”

“3”

“2”

I pushed the curtain aside before he even got the chance to say the last number. Not daring to look him in the eye, I, instead, looked down on the floor, because I sure don’t know what to say. There was complete silence, and it ticked me off, because I am so freakin weirded out by everything, and lack of words of my only audience is making me worry ten times fold. I kind of expected him to laugh at my appearance, or mock me as soon as he set his eyes on me, but what happened next was something that never crossed my mind.

He pushed me back in the dressing room, and closed the curtains; I backed off from his sudden movement as the glass wall touched my back, touching my bare shoulders. Not sure why it happened, I looked up at him and found him staring at me, staring intently as if he’s stripping me with his eyes, I flushed.

“H—Hyuk, what is it? Is it that bad?” I asked, trying to break the tension, but I was answered by silence. He was just looking, not bothering to open his mouth to even try to answer, just---staring.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, “I didn’t know it will look that bad on me. For sure Kyuhyun would look---”

“Shut up,” he said harshly.

“What?”

“Stop talking,” he answered back annoyed. What have I done now?

“What are you saying, Hyuk? I asked you something and you didn’t answer, not you’re telling me to shut my mouth without any rational reason. You are being an idiot!” I said, annoyed at how bipolar he gets. One minute he’s sweet, then after that he turns to the cold Hyukjae I don’t like. “I hate it when you act like this,” I ended saying, a tear threatening to spill. But warm, shaking hands found its way in between my face, and gently wiped the newly formed tear, not giving it the chance to flow. I looked at him, and his face is full of regret and pain. Pain?

“Hyu--”

Strong arms were wrapped around mine, and a chin resting on top of my head as a hand started my hair in such a soothing manner. I was shocked by the sudden action, but relaxed after a few seconds, because everything Hyuk is doing right now is enough to let my worries fly out the window.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay. Sorry too. But, aren’t we going out now? I’m disguised so we can go,” I suggested as I tried to get out from his arms, but only managed to turn around and find myself staring at our image in the mirror, as his arms shifted to my waist, wrapping my securely, and his chin resting on my right shoulder. We look so beautiful.

“I change my mind. We won’t be going out with you dressed like this,” he whispered, and his breath tickled me so I giggled, in which he smiled.

“Really?! Then I’ll change---”

“No. Let’s stay like this for a few more minutes, please?” He pleaded and gave me his puppy eyes, which looked like a kid asking for a candy, so I just nodded and smiled at him, finding him really adorable.

“Besides, someone as beautiful as you is only meant to be seen by me,” he added with a smirk, and I blushed.

“You’re becoming too cheesy,” I said, trying hard to sound casual, “I swear, you can beat Kyu when it comes to sweet talking,” I blabbered, not really aware of what I was saying since my head is in cloud nine. But the sudden tightening of his arms caught my attention, and he bit my bare shoulder.

“Ouch!” I said, and as I look up at the mirror, I found him looking at me, again, with that annoyed look on his face. I gulped our position right now and the way he looks doesn’t match at all. Our reflection in the mirror looked so sweet, but his face is tainting the picture.

“Don’t--”

“W—what?” I whispered at him, still looking at his eyes.

“Don’t talk about another man when I am with you like this,” he finished his sentence, and my eyes widen, not only for what he said, but for what he did next. He smiled, and kissed the part of my shoulder he bit earlier, his lips never leaving the contact he made with my skin.

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