They were sitting side by side watching TV when Donghae gently grabbed Hyukjae's forearm and rested it on his lap, his palm facing up.
Hyukjae watched him out of the corner of his eye.
"Hyuk." Hyukjae faced him. "Look."
"I'm looking."
Donghae placed his palm against Hyukjae's.
"The size of our hands is so different."
He adjusted their hands so they fit perfectly. Hyukjae's hand was a little bigger, it wasn't much but it was noticeable.
"Mine is normal size, your hand is the small one," Hyukjae said.
"Your palm is so big, though?" Donghae spoke softly while moving their hands, they gently brushed against each other without actually coming together. When he looked up at Hyukjae, he was looking at him in amusement. "What?"
"Are you flirting with me?"
The corners of Donghae's mouth turned up into a smile. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe."
Hyukjae snickered.
"We're boyfriends already. We live together."
"So?"
"So why do you look like you're about to ask me out on our first date," he finally burst out laughing.
Donghae laughed too and decided to joke around a bit. He clasped their hands together.
"Hyukjae..."
"What are you doing!"
"I've known you for a while..."
"Since high school?!"
"... and I really like you. Would you go out with me sometime?"
Hyukjae laughed.
"No, sorry. I don't date people with small hands."
Donghae scoffed, pretending to be offended, and proceeded to attack him. His hands went for his neck, Hyukjae tried to get away while laughing.
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[Drabble request: Donghae is in junior year in highschool and Hyukjae is in senior year, they are boyfriends. Hyukjae makes a new friend his age and Donghae becomes insecure about their relationship.]
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.
[Drabble request: They had an argument, then one of them tries to appease the other.]
Donghae took a deep breath. They were having dinner at their appartment, neither of them spoke a word.
Those last few weeks, Hyukjae had spent his time watching videos or reading, distracted, uncommunicative.
He usually didn't talk much about his feelings, yes, but this time he wouldn't say anything at all and Donghae was reaching his limit of tolerance.
And he reached his limit when Hyukjae took out his phone and started typing. Hae put down his utensils on the table and stretched out his arm. He took the cell phone out of his hands.