WARNING: - LONG (>.<)

BEWARE: - CONTAINS EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF ADORABLE  EUNHAE xDD

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I turned slowly on my heels and faced the precious features I know will certainly be the death of me someday with as steady a face as I could muster.

Like an adorable, child-like bunny, Donghae bounded over to me with a genuinely gorgeous smile on his face. I couldn't help but stare; I couldn't help myself when oxygen suddenly challenged against me, I tried to breathe in, and nearly failed; I couldn't help the fact that my knees nearly buckled at the mere sight of him; and I couldn't help that no matter how hard I tried to force a smile at him, I could only manage to force a bland grimace - because my heart still leaked in pain because of him.

Finally, Donghae stood still in front of me, surprisingly looking offended now.

"You're at school early today!" he pointed out the obvious at which I could only nod my head to. "I thought we were going to come together so you could help me with my Engrish!"

Engrish? This idiot. . .

"It's English, Donghae. EngLISH . . . And, I'm sorry. I had to do something important." I answered sheepishly, smiling a little at the cute look on his face.

"Oh. Okay. . ." he muttered with his head down, and it quickly became silent between us. I was fighting between my desire to stay and my need to walk away when Donghae suddenly blurted out, "By the way, are you and Ryeowook dating?"

"WHAT?!!" I screamed loudly, eyes totally bugging out. This was certainly a way to drive all previous thoughts from my mind.

To make it simple, this disgusting, very awkward, and never-ever-possible-in-anyone's-most-impossible-dreams question caught me totally off guard.

I almost gagged in my mouth. I could not believe the damage just done to my ears.

I noticed something interesting, though, as I was midway through my show of mental discomfort. I had been staring at a very visible pout on Donghae's lips ever since he spoke his highly disturbing question.

I didn't understand what it meant, and it caused too many questions to go floating around in my head. I wondered if it was because he was jealous - which I find highly unlikely, but stimulating - or if it was because I'm a guy and he thought it would be weird to date the same gender. . .

I couldn't escape the sadness that the second thought caused.

After a while, I in a deep breath and managed to ask with wide eyes, "What makes you ask that?" I swear I saw his pout grow deeper.

"Well, I saw you two yesterday at the restaurant, and it looked like you were on a date. . ." For a while, I couldn't answer due to the confusion I felt when I swore I saw a flash of sadness strike his eyes. But, when I saw him start blinking and looking away from my unmoving gaze, I snapped myself out of it with an entirely fake laugh.

"Ha, Ha, Ha, no, you pabo!" He scrunched his eyebrows at me, making me clear my throat, "We're just friends. Best friends, remember?" He nodded slowly, and that smile I frequently find myself melting into appeared on his face. "Anyways," I continued without thinking, "I like someone already."

Silence . . . . . . . 

, , , , , !!, SHIIIIIIT!!! I was determined to curse myself into oblivion as I realized exactly what I'd just said! I don't think even the Almighty Heavens and wherever else it might possibly be Holy could understand how badly I wanted to slap myself just now.

What if he becomes suspcious enough to find out that it's him!?

I bit my bottom lip a little as I studied his face. My eyes widened as I saw the smile that was once on his face immediately fall into thin but very prominent pout. Again, I didn't know what to think of it, especially as I was trying so hard to force my twitching hand to stay down and away from my very slappable face.

I sighed and was about to try and clear some of my dire -up-ness up, but Donghae beat me to it.

"I-Is it someone I kn-know?" he asked quietly, mysteriously stuttering a bit.

Inwardly, I sighed in relief. I couldn't believe that I was worried in the first place. I mean. . .

This is DONGHAE we're talking about here. . . Now, I just had to worry about how to answer him.

"Uh. . . Well," I started. I hope you know yourself, ! "You do know them . . . Uh, but . . . well. . ." I groaned and ruffled my hair in frustration, "Why do you even want to know?" I shouted then, "Weren't you on a date, with a girl?!"

Donghae's eyebrows shot up high enough to bounce off the ceiling while his eyes widened to match the size of the Kim Heechul's vanity - *insert Cowboy accent here* the most self-centered diva around these here parts.

"A GIRL?!" Donghae gasped through his frowning mouth, a hand over his heart, which was apparently on his right side.

I exaggerated the nodding I did with my head, to make sure he saw it. "Yes, Donghae. WITH. A. GIIIIIRL, rembember?" I exaggerated further to make my point. "And actually, you never answered my question." I accused, like I ever even answered his, "Why do you even care??"

I saw him flush a slightly red color while he began to stutter more. Hae's acting weird today. "I-I, uh - I was j-just curious . . . that's all. And that girl you saw from yesterday is my cousin! Not like what you thought. . ."

Oh. . . Well, damn. . .

"She just flew in from Mokpo yesterday, and I wanted to treat her to food from a good restaurant because I haven't seen her in two years . . . that's all." He repeated and finished quietly.

Again, silence washed over us and we stood there awkwardly for a good three minutes before I stuttered out a lame, "O-Oh, umm . . . She was really pretty, Donghae."

"Thanks. . ." Donghae mumbled off-handedly, but then bellowed, "Yah! Do you like my cousin, or something? KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF MY COUSIN, HYUKJAE!" I flinched at the loud sound of his voice and laughed a little at his red face.

"Don't yell! And calm down, fool, I was just saying!" He gave me one of those, I'll-stab-you-in-your-damn-eyeball-if-you-keep-laughing-at-me looks. I coughed into my fist, determined to change the subject, before meeting his eyes again, "Anyway, Donghae, if you had just one Christmas wish, what would you wish for?"

I waited somewhat anxiously while he thought. "I don't know." He finally said, "I guess I would wish to have the one I love share their feelings with me in a romantic way and surrounding . . . I guess. . ." He repeated and cleared his throat, looking away from me.

I cocked my head to the side and felt my heart begin to constrict slowly, "Donghae, are you in love with someone?" I asked carefully, hoping my ears had been completely drunk or something.

Damn fine bastard nodded his head so cutely I just wanted to die, "Umm, well y-yes." And that was all it took to shatter my world into a million bite-sized pieces and sever my heart in two.

I have decided that whoever Donghae is in love with . . . That bish will be beaten the hell out of and strangled mercilessly in a dark alley for making me feel this way - by taking my love away from me.

"I . . . I have to go now, Donghae." I whispered with my head down and started to inch away.

"A-Ah, wait, I can walk you to you next class!" He offered urgently. I shook my head and smiled weakly at his kindness. I replied to him as I walked away.

"No, but thanks anyway, Donghae. My dance class is too far away from your class. I don't want you to be late." I heard him mumble something about seeing me in Engrish class later.

I found myself still able to laugh at his adorable stupdity.

It's EngLISH class, you pabo. . .

Like always, I looked back at him, any trace of happiness I had left flowing away as I saw Donghae nestled comfortably in Eunseo (of all people's) arms. I sighed and hurried off to dance, eager to drive my one-sided love away.

Being secret Santa is going to be harder than I originally thought.

I open the door to my last class of the day, English, with a bit of an angrier force than I intended.

I'm pissed.

In first hour, I danced my heart out, sweating like I had sat in a sauna for hours, my limbs loose and my body wiry; in second hour, I solved math equation, after equation, after equation, until my brain felt numb; in third hour, my mind working fast, I blew up things in the lab until the fire alram sounded; by time the fourth and fifth hours of the school day, I was dead tired and was determined to sleep the day away . . . All of this, and come sixth hour, I never once cleared him from my head.

I'm pissed, because I can't stop thinking about him. I mean, HE LOVES SOMEONE ELSE! Why can't his beautiful smile leave me alone?

Anyway, I enter the classroom and instantly scan around for Ryeo like is normal for me to, but instead I see Donghae leaning on Eunseo's shoulder, reminding me of what I'd seen earlier today. Apparently, he's not as repulsed by women as I originally thought if he could stand to hang around that fire-breathing beast of a thing.

I sigh dejectedly as I try hard not to think about what it could be they're talking about, and walk over to my seat, plopping down limply onto my chair. I begin to take out my things just as the school bell rings, signaling that class was to begin. Though, seconds after the bell stops, I feel a terribly annoying tapping on my right shoulder.

Aish, I thought in frustration, Who the hell is bothering me?!

"What?!" I whip my head around quickly, about to take out my frustration on this person. That, I failed to do when the person blinked big teary eyes at me and stuttered a sad apology.

"I'm s-sorry, I-I just w-wanted to know i-if I could use your book? I forgot mine at h-home . . . I'm sorry." I sighed and wanted so badly to slam my face into the requested book because, OH , I just screamed at my beautiful Hae. I frowned at his pouty face.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, Donghae. I just have a lot on my mind." He nodded as he dabbed his unshed, cry-baby tears away. "Here, sit." I patted the desk next to mine, "You can share my book with me."

And a hell of a lot more, if you catch my drift.

Donghae smiled greatfully at me, though I noticed how it didn't reach his eyes. I wonder if he's mad at me.

"Class," Mr. Park called to get our attention, "today will be a quick review of what we've learned before you go on break. But before any of that happens, I want you to take out a peice of paper, it doesn't have to be full so you can rip it in half to share, and write down one of the things you want most for Christmas. Make sure it's honest and reasonable, alright?" He eyed a couple of us and continued, "When you're finished, drop your wish inside of this box on my desk."

After he finished talking, Mr. Park gave me a smile that only I knew was secret and I replied by giving him a quick thumbs up. My attention then went to Hae, who was eagerly rusting inside of his backpack for a loose sheet of paper. I wonder if he will write down what he told me earlier.

I don't know how I would be able to give that to him.

"Oh, and by the way, this has to be in English. Make it readable and understandable, because it'll be a part of your grade." Mr. Park added with a bright smile as everyone groaned and in turn threw their papers in frustration.

I laughed. Leave it to Mr. Park to turn this into an assignment. 

I then looked to my right as I felt a soft series of taps on my elbow. I didn't dare scream this time, or so help me, I would have killed myself upon seeing that sad look he had on his face before. I turned to fully face him in my seat.

"Hyukjae, could you help me?" He asked, his eyes pleading silently. I couldn't help but smile genuinely at the look. I nodded, encouraging him to go on. "If I tell you what I want, will you write it down for me?"

I smile again, eager to hear this. So, I agreed. "Sure, Donghae. Spill." I said while taking his paper and pencil from him.

This time when he smiled at me, it reached his eyes, determined to make my heart stop. He took a deep breath before he recited, and this is no lie:

"I want a car, a house, vacation tickets to Paris, a speed boat, a clown fish with the fish tank, airplane parts to build a real airplane, a ferris wheel, and a partridge in a pear tree!"

I stare at him a while with my mouth held widely agape, my hand having never moved an inch to scratch a thing he'd said onto the paper before me - because I couldn't grasp any of what he'd just said. Cars, houses, fish . . . birds?

It was scary that I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. . .

"U-Uh, Donghae, Mr. Park said just one wish." I held up my finger to make myself clear, "Just one." I repeated. Donghae then pouted really hard and whined,

"But I forgot one!!"  . . . . And who the hell am I to deny him? . . . .

I sighed because I knew he made me weak, "What is it, Donghae?" I asked. He smiled beautifully.

"I want a real monkey!" he exclaimed with his arms flailing around in the air. I stared at him dumbfounded and became even more puzzled when he mumbled something that sounded sort of like 'and . . . moo(?)'

"First of all, I didn't catch that last thing you said, and Donghae . . . you want a monkey?" He nodded eagerly while I sighed, again because I can't get him a damn MONKEY! "I'm sorry, Donghae, but you can't have all of that on this paper. Mr. Park said one, so please stick with one, okay?"

This time, Donghae was the one to sigh, "Fine, then. Just write down a REAL clown fish, I'm not giving up on that! . . . and *mumble*." I snapped my head up as he again mumbled the last part that now sounded like 'and . . . doo(?)'. This kid is confusing me.

"What is it that you want, Donghae? Tell me clearly so that I can write it down. You keep mumbling the last word that sounds eerily like it could be . . . Glue?" I tried.

His eyes bugged out, "O-Oh, g-glue? G-Glue? . . . Yeah, glue. I-I want glue. . . Yeah." After he finished stuttering, again, he started nibbling on his bottom lip. He's really been acting weird today, and I'm starting not to understand him like I used to, because, I mean . . . GLUE?!

What. The . . .

So, anyway, I slapped another smile on my face that I just new looked awkward as hell and finally answered him, "O-Oh, it seemed like you were saying something else, not," I swallowed hard, "glue. . ."

Donghae apologized, "S-sorry, I was trying to say it in Engrish . . . that's why it sounded so different." He shakes his head up and down like he was having a seizure while trying to come up with a vaild excuse. I eyed him skeptically and wrote down what he wanted on his list.

"Okay, if you say so. . ." The fakely reassuring smile he gave me was probably worse than my own by thirty extra watts. I made a face at him but then smirked, "Also, Donghae," I stared him straight in the eyes, got so close to him that I could feel the breath of his nose on my upper lip. My heart starting racing so fast it ached as I watched his beautiful eyes sparkle a little. He was turning super red. I know he hates being in close proximity with people.

He is so damn cute.

"E-N-G-L-I-S-H," I spelled out very slowly, "Learn, the word. . ."

Donghae's eyes got huge again and, BELIEVE ME, before he clicked his tongue in aggravation and shoved me away from him, I felt a rush of hot air hit my lips.

Donghae had been holding his breath.

I cracked up at the look that had been on his face and at his reaction as he angrily snatched his paper away from my desk and began shredding the led of his pencil against the paper so harshly, I thought it would surely rip. I laughed loud and heartily until I was afraid my heart couldn't take it anymore and decided to force myself to stop.

I sat quietly in my seat and glanced around the room to see everyone at work for only a few seconds when, in the middle of determinedly scribbling something in his undreadable handwriting (looked to be his name) onto the innocent slip of paper, Donghae briefly glanced over at me from the corner of his eye and said, "Hyukjae, you didn't write down your wish yet."

Oh, I forgot. I have to make it seem like I was just as clueless as him and everyone else in here.

Quickly, I literally tore half of Donghae's paper while he was least expecting it and used it to carefully trace a well-practiced fish - though no one needs to know, ya hear? - on my paper before carelessly scribbling my name at the top and taking Donghae's as he finished up. I folded them up and walked up to put them in the wish box on Mr. Park's desk.

Soon after, everyone began doing the same, and quickly, everyone's Christmas wishes were safely inside of the box.

"Alright, now that everyone's done, let's begin the review." Mr. Park said and began droning on and on about the proper use of pronouns, conjunctions, and all that good stuff I was already so good at. Finally, Mr. Park blessed us all and stopped half of us from drooling on our open textbooks when he looked at the clock and smiled his dimpled-smile back at us.

"Well, that's it for today." he said around twenty minutes before class actually ended, "With today begins your first day of Winter Break. I'll see you all in two weeks. Have fun, be careful, be good, have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."

"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Mr. Park." We all replied in unison and English good enough to only just barely understand.

As I stood to slowly pack up my belongings, Donghae matched his actions with mine, "Hyukjae, I never got to see your paper. What did you wish for?" he asked with his extravagant smile.

I gave him my best, yet most plastic-looking gummy smile because that's how I tend to look when I lie, "Super Junior concert tickets." I squeezed out through my stiff teeth and tight jaw. Despite the constipated look on my face, I really did wish this for a Christmas gift. I just never made a real list.

Donghae simply blinked at me a while before smiling brightly, "Okay," he said as he his heels and began to walk away, "I hope to see you during Christmas Break. Happy Holidays!"

"Happy Holidays!" I called back to him before going back to packing up my things as slowly as humanly possible until I was the last one left in the classroom along with Mr. Park. Once I deemed the coast clear, I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder, walking over to Mr. Park's desk at the front of the classroom.

"Thank you so much for helping out like you did, Mr. Park. I appreciate it, really."

He shrugged and waved me off, telling me it was nothing, "You're welcome, Hyukjae. Have a great break, and here's my number if you need any help with anything." I nodded, admiring his kind smile and crammed the entire wish box into my backpack before heading home.

I mean, I can't just walk out of here with it in my hands, right? . . . That'd be dumb.

I arrive home and immediately pull my phone from my pocket as I got out of the car, already using speed-dial to call Ryeo. Usually, he'd already be in the car with me right after school, but today, he wasn't waiting for me at his locker after class got out - since our lockers are at opposite ends of the earth, he waits for me to get to him. But, like I said, today the little shorty got away!

Anyway, I put the phone to my ear as I waited for him to pick up. When he did, I talked and didn't give him a chance to refuse.

"Hey, Ryeo. Meet me at my house, pronto. We've got some shopping to do, and it's going to take all day, and yes, before you say anything, I really do mean WE, because I'm not doing this by myself. I'm asking because you know I love you, and if you loved me too, you'd come ASAP."

At this point, I allowed to stop because I knew what he'd say next.

"Whatever, fatass. I'll be there soon." And then he hung up in my face while he left me pouting at my front door.

'Fatass'? I thought I was 'skinnyass' just last week?

I shrugged and entered my house, "MOM, I'M HOME!" I cried and dashed upstairs to my room to look at all of the lists that Mr. Park had collected throughout the day. I know there must be a lot and Christmas in only a week and 2 days. I have to work fast.

I don't know what 'generous' feeling suddenly possessed me to do this in the first place.

As I sit cross-legged on my bed, I spread the many lists across the surface in front of me and start to sort them out by class. It takes a while since I have to remember who all are in the class periods that I don't have and put them into the correct piles. And as if planning to be perfectly on time, the doorbell rings and my mom shouts up to me,

"Honey, Wookie is here!" I nod like she or anyone else could see me.

"Okay, Mom, just send him up, please!" I called back down. About a minute later, Ryeo was flopping down lazily on my bed.

"Hey, bestie. What do we have?" he greeted.

"Yah!" I yelled, as two neatly-stacked piles slipped off the bed and hit the carpet. Ryeo mumbled a sheepish 'Sorry' and watched me pick them up before repeating his question.

I made myself comfortable before I began to read them to him one by one, occasionally laughing as we found that so many of our classmates were actually super childish - half of them wanted a stuffed animal of some kind.

"Sungmin and Siwon want what I want," I said, reading the large stack that was our class, "Super Junior concert tickets. Eunseo wants a designer purse, Heechul wants an EXPENSIVE make-up kit. . . " What the hell? "Jessica wants earrings, Kai wants Michael Jackson anything, Amber wants a new leather jacket, and Taemin wants a stack of J-Pop CDs." I paused to straighten the stack, "Changmin wants new Jordans, Yesung wants another turtle. . ."

Here, I paused and turned to face Ryeo, "Remind me why you like him again?" I asked as nicely as I could. He made a face.

"I honestly don't know. Shut up keep going, Monkey. . ." he grumbled. I laughed because he even knew Yesung was weird, and it made him weird because he willingly liked someone so weird. . . . But, if that's the case, am I dumb because I like someone so. . .

You know what? Forget it. . .

I cleared my throat before starting again, "Kyuhyun wants the newest Grand Theft Auto and requires a certain bunny. . . GD wants a new snapback, Henry wants a keyboard, Zhoumi wants a new handbag - in other words, a purse, Kangin wants a punching bag, Seungri wants a new iPod, and like I said before, everyone else wants stuffed animals of some kind."

"And what does Donghae want?" Ryeo asked a bit cautiously. I sighed.

"Can you believe that the pabo wants some weird- ?!" I cried.

"Yes," Ryeo deadpanned and rolled his eyes, "Like what?" he then asked and I flung my arms in the air in exhasperation.

"GLUE, RYEO. . . GLUE!" And that's when we stopped and stared at each other for a good seven minutes of our lives, waiting to see which of us would speak on it first, before Ryeowook decided not to even comment, much to my appreciation.

"So, when are we going shopping??" he randomly asked with a suddenly excited smile, clapping. I almost forgot how much he loves shopping, and that just reminds me that I don't know what Ryeo wants!

"Wait, Ryeo. How come I didn't see your list in here?" The evil midget smirked at me before answering with a haughty,

"You, Lee Hyukjae, are my very best friend, if I am not mistaken, and should very well know exactly what it is that I want for Christmas since you do, in fact, know me better than anyone else. Correct?" I nodded dumbly, "So, I want you, Sir, to buy me a present on your own."

"Alright, alright. I get your point!" I responded to his authorative-sounding request, "If that's the case, let's go shopping tomorrow."

"Why is that the reason why we shouldn't go today?"

"Plus, it's already 6 o'clock."

"Oh. . . Well then, if that's the case, let's go tomorrow." I laughed at his awkwardness.

"We have to get Mr. Park something too. I was thinking of a mug with his picture on it. Best teacher or something like that written on it too."

Ryeo nodded as I walked him to the front door, "I think he would like that. Good idea, Hyuk." I smiled like an idiot because I suddenly can't wait to go shopping tomorrow. I told Ryeowook the rest of my plans for the night and wished him a happy goodbye until tomorrow.

Quickly, I made it back to my bedroom after Ryeo had gone and picked up my cellphone to call Mr. Park, like I said I would. I flopped down on my bed and waited for him to answer. After a short while, he did.

"Hello, Mr. Park, this is Hyukjae. I called to ask for your help with something." I paused as he requested something, "B-But I will feel strange calling you by first name . . . Okay, but only until school starts back. Anyway, could you call each of your students and have them go to your classroom on December 23rd? It'd be understandable if some can't make it, though . . . So, you'll help me?" I almost screamed like a delighted little girl, "Thank you so much, Mr. P -- I mean, Leeteuk-ssi."

We then hung up and I smiled stupidly at the blank wall in front of me before finally figuring out that I hadn't eaten dinner yet. After dinner, I realized that it was pretty late and that I was tired, so I dragged myself upstairs and to my room where I took all the stuff off of my bed - no, literally I just swept it all on the floor with that i'll-clean-it-up-tomorrow mentality - and crashed onto my bed.

Although still anxious and feeling partially rejected, I dreamt all about Christmas and being happy with my dear smiling Angel.

December 23rd comes fast. Ryeo and I have done all of our shopping for the students and Mr. Park, and now it's time for us to get the classroom decorated and finally have everyone here to recieve their presents.

At the front gate of the school we met up with Leeteuk who had been waiting for us to arrive. We greeted each other properly and I asked him what's been itching at the back of my mind for a week now.

"Leeteuk-ssi, did you call the students?"

He smiled and answered, "Yes, they should all be here by 7 pm, which gives us 6 hours to get this done." I nodded.

"That's good. Thank you." I replied. I was already super excited.

As we started walking into the school, I couldn't help but blink twice at something happening to my left. My eyes were probably playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn I saw someone move behind a currently rustling bush.

Ahh, no way, I thought after a minute of staring and waiting, It was probably just a cat or something.

Finally, we got into the school and into Leeteuk-ssi's classroom, and we wasted no time in beginning our 'Winter Wonderland' decorative-like theme. We worked hard and diligently, and after quite some time, we were able to step back and fully admire our completed work.

I know it sounds a bit corny, but I could have just broken do-sized ball and bawled my eyes out it was so beautiful, "OMG, you guys, it's soooo beautifu!" I exclaimed, sharing my thoughts with the two standing beside me. I turned to face them with big, bright eyes, unshed tears and all.

"I love it, you guys. Thank you! Thank you!" I squeezed the life out of them as I gave them each an appreciative hug.

We all stood there crying like idiot-babies, exchanging 'I love you's, (although it seemed pretty weird for me to be saying such things to my teacher) congratulations, and praises. Throughout the entire thing though, I couldn't help but have that feeling that someone was watching me, just like before with the rustling bush.

After a few loud noises and bangs coming from certain places where they shouldn't be, noises that somehow the two crybabies that were my teacher and best friend failed to hear, I began to feel a little paranoid, and was determined to leave our beautiful set up. But I wasn't in the least bit sad. I was just as excited to come back in the hour and a half we had left to see how everyone reacted to our little plan. . . My idea.

But l was also nervous, because with the decorations and everything, it was now official.

I'll become everyone's secret Santa.

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Sorry it took so long to update but here it is, I hope you like it :)

This FF was supposed to be a one shot but then I noticed it was to long so I said it would be a three shot. But again I was mistaken, so it will be a four shot and I prmise that will be it. =D

So does anyone know what the moo, doo, and glue stand for??