In their teenage years, Donghae got a hairstyle he hated for their upcoming debut. Hyukjae tries to comfort him.]
Hyukjae frowned as he heard a stifled cry when he arrived at the salon for his haircut appointment.
He looked around and saw a guy on the waiting room couch. He was lying face down, his face buried in a cushion, and he had a bunch of rollers in his hair. After a few seconds, Hyukjae recognized him and got closer to him.
"Donghae?"
"Go away."
"Did something happen?"
"I don't want you to see me."
"Why?"
"Just go away. Go!" Hyukjae approached his friend. He crouched down on the side of the sofa.
"I can't leave, I have an appointment," he said softly.
Donghae stayed silent. A few seconds later, he sobbed.
Hyukjae wanted to roll his eyes. While he was taking a call at the bar they decided to go to, Donghae made a new friend: the man sitting next to him.
Donghae was sometimes a bit naive, not realizing that many people were interested in him in a romantic way when Donghae just wanted to talk. Hyukjae couldn't tell the number of times someone tried to get his number when they were out on a date.
At that moment, the guy at the bar was talking to him. And he talked and talked. And he was a little too close for Hyukjae’s liking. Donghae was laughing.
Hyukjae had already hung up a few seconds ago, but Donghae turned his back to talk to the man.
[Drabble request: Donghae and Hyukjae as parents, pt.2] #eunhae
“Daddy!”
Donghae smiled as he saw Haru running towards him. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, Haru had finished her day at the kindergarten and Donghae went to pick her up.
They both could rest at home until Hyukjae arrived a couple of hours later.
The little girl raised her arms and Donghae bent down to give her a hug.
“Up!” Donghae laughed and carried her in his arms, making her laugh too.
“Hey baby, did you eat all your food?”
“Hm!” Donghae kissed her cheek repeatedly. He carried her to the car and settled her in the seat.
“Don't move, love.” Haru stirred in her car seat, making it difficult to secure the belt. Eventually, Donghae managed to do it and went to the driver's seat.
Donghae smiled mischievously at Hyukjae when he saw that the movie theater was practically empty. There were only about three people in the center row.
He took his boyfriend's hand again and led them to the last row.
Once they both sat down, Hyukjae looked at him.
“What?” Said Donghae.
“Are you planning something?”
“Why?”
“You chose the farthest seats.” Hyukjae raised his eyebrows.
They were sitting across from each other on the sofa, their hands were resting on the back of the couch.
Donghae couldn't help but smile when he felt Hyukjae's hand caressing his little finger.
Hyukjae was slightly leaning towards him and looked down as he talked about how he would like to travel to Paris.
Hae ignored the contact as Hyukjae's shyness taught him that, if he brought up such details, Hyuk would take a step back. And he wanted to enjoy their little moment.
"I've never been to Paris, but hearing you talk about how beautiful it is, I imagine a lifetime there."
They laughed.
"Actually I don't know if it's that beautiful, but I had a great time there. That may have changed my perception, maybe I just didn't notice the bad things."
Donghae had just gotten out of the shower, he was in the room looking for his pajamas.
He jumped when he felt a cold hand touch his bare back, and his arms lightly hugged his own body.
He turned to look at Hyukjae, who returned his gaze with raised eyebrows.
"You're more..." he frowned and scanned him up and down. As he moved his gaze upward, his hand moved down Donghae's arm, feeling the muscles. "Have you been going to the gym?"
"I always go."
"You must have gone more often these days, this is..." Hyukjae placed his hands on both arms and massaged. "How did I not notice before..." he muttered to himself and bit his lip.
Donghae smiled. Hyukjae was naturally drawn to strong people, always had been.