our last story to tell

ourlastfable @ 2012-03-18T02:13:00

2012-03-17T18:13:42Z

Title: Black and White
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Donghae/Henry/Hyukjae, Hyukjae/Donghae
Genre: Angst, romance.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's complicated, what they were doing. There were no explanation, no name or label to it.
A/N: My first time writing smut so of course it would be awkward as hell. Editing this was painful for me because I had to reread that part.

It's complicated, what they were doing. There were no explanation, no name or label to it. They just came to Henry one day, when he was drunk and unable to say no (not that he wanted to), Henry wasn't sure how drunk they were but Hyukjae doesn't drink and Donghae avoids drinking as much as he could, so their sobriety wasn't exactly a question. He hadn't said no because he trusted Donghae and Hyukjae. They were his hyungs after all. They did promise to take care of him. To always take care of him. And it felt good. So good that he couldn't stop, couldn't make them stop. If they did, he thought he would die.

Henry woke up with a hangover and two boys on either side of him, tangled together with him, breathing softly and peacefully, in their own dream world. He felt his breaths shorten as the full weight of what happened settled on his mind. His moment of panic was interrupted by him practically flying to the bathroom to vomit.

The days after that were confusing. Sometimes Hyukjae comes to Henry, mouth hot and wet, eyes dark with lust. Sometimes Donghae made Hyukjae watch, while there were times that Hyukjae and Henry made Donghae observe while Henry fucks Hyukjae nice and slow from behind. But most of the time, they took turns to be in the middle, except for Donghae, who panicked too soon the first and second time and he didn’t want to be the person in that position ever since.

Those trysts were great, but Henry's scared. He's scared that one day they'll get tired of him and leave him. He's scared because they had never really talked about this and there were no names to this. He's scared that he's the only one falling, and these two men didn't want him that way. He's scared, but he bit his tongue and enjoyed what he could before they left him, alone and empty.

After the first time, that morning when his panic was interrupted by some impressive vomiting, he would wake up from those nights to a messy bed, where he was the sole occupier. Donghae and Hyukjae would have gone for the day, going through their schedules and such. Henry would then muffle screams into the pillow, unable to find a better way to vent.

There was a shuffle in the dorms as more and more people moved out. Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi got their own apartment. Yesung moved in with his brother, Siwon lived with his parents and Sungmin was now sharing a room with Ryeowook. Henry officially moved in with the rest on the twelfth floor and had his own room, so it was easy to bump into them in the most unfortunate time.

Henry saw them together the other day, tickling, smiling mouths pressed against each other. They were in a world of their own, somewhere untainted, somewhere pure, where it was only them and nobody else.

Nobody else.

Henry should have known. He should have known beforehand that he was never part of the equation. That he and the two of them were separate, he was just a toy that they would play with while it was interesting. Henry wondered if he was the first. He wondered if there were anyone before him, that was touched like that, whose ears were whispered with false assurances, that everything was going to be okay, that hyung will take care of you.

What happened to that anyway? What happened to ‘hyung will take care of you’? Was it just another thing they say? Just another way to reassure a naive dongsaeng to come to bed with them? Who else? Henry also wondered if there would be someone else after him. There probably would be another, and Henry would be left alone to fade from memory.

Henry watched them make love that day. He watched as Donghae kept calling Hyukjae’s name like a prayer, getting louder and louder as he got closer and closer to completion, Hyukjae whispered things into Donghae’s ears that Henry couldn’t understand. Couldn’t hear. He didn’t want to.

He didn’t get aroused, he didn’t feel anything other than a soul-crushing pain. He watched and he wished. He wished he had fallen in love with someone else, someone simple and uncomplicated. Just one person. One.

But no. He fell in love with two men that acted like children, talked like goofy teenagers and touched like passionate men.

Henry went to his room and screamed into the pillow. That seemed to be the norm lately.

Henry stared at the clock, he stared at the numbers, the little dots and the little diamond symbols. With every second, there would be a tick and Henry watched as the thinnest hand move from one dot to another. He waited.

They went through a lot together, didn’t they, Donghae and Hyukjae? They knew each other way before they knew of Henry’s existence. They had histories, a past that Henry wouldn’t understand. What did Henry have to cling to? To make a connection with? He barely had anything.

With the sound of beeping that came when one entered the right password to the dorm, he heard the door open and in walked the two men he was expecting.

And just them. How convenient. Maybe it was the way the fates were saying to do it now. To end it - because no one would endure this much pain willingly, with nothing to gain.

“I need to talk to you.” Henry spoke as he tried hard not to look young and small. He wasn’t that anymore. “Both of you.”

Hyukjae nodded, putting down his knapsack beside the sofa while Donghae looked lost, eyes darting to Henry and Hyukjae and back to Henry again.

“Whatever it is that we’re doing, it needs to stop.” Henry was proud of himself of how strong he sounded, such a great contrast of what he’s feeling inside.

“Why?” Donghae had the nerve to ask, his big eyes was focused on Henry, as if he seriously couldn’t comprehend what was going on. For Henry, that was the final straw. He was stretched too thin. He couldn’t take this anymore.

“Why? Why? Because you can’t treat me like that, Hae! You can’t pick me up one day and throw me away the next! You can’t just fuck me and act like it never happened! You just can’t- you can’t!” Henry hated himself now. He was not much further away from bawling. His face was contorted from his efforts to contain his emotions. And to keep himself from screaming like a mad man.

“But Henry,” Hyukjae took a step, trying to get to Henry but the younger man backed up, protecting his space. “We lov-“

“Don’t. Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare.” Henry hissed. “You don’t. So don’t fucking tell me things that you don’t fucking mean. And this it. It’s final. The only way we’re going to be talking from now on is professionally. You understand me? I don’t ever want to talk to either of you ever again.” He emphasised.

Henry walked to his room as fast as he could and slammed the door, wishing he could hide forever.

And really, that was the last time they talked. SJM promotions were practically non-existent. So there were no reasons for them to talk. None at all.

The days seemed to drag on. And if the other members noticed or knew anything, they didn’t say it, though they were tactful enough to never leave the three of them alone in the dorm. That meant Zhou Mi would take him shopping and Henry would willingly go. Either that or watch Hyukjae and Donghae be disgustingly sweet and cute together. Clinging to each other as if that’s what keeping them alive.

Henry tried to cope the best he could. He could do it, he knew that, but it would take time and to be quite honest, time is too fucking slow.

Henry didn’t know how it happened but the guys were celebrating something, Henry wasn’t sure what it was, and dragged him along. Kyuhyun had challenged him into a drinking game, which Henry knew he would lose but he said yes anyway for good sportsmanship (in other words, if Henry said no, many jokes about him not having any balls would surface and Henry would like to live without being traumatized by Kyuhyun, thank you very much.).

So that night was the first time in months that Henry had gotten totally wasted. He couldn’t even stand properly without feeling the world was tilting on its axis.

The rest of the night was a blur.

When he woke up the next morning, it was like déjà vu. He found himself between Donghae and Hyukjae once again.

And like that morning so many months ago, he practically flew to the bathroom to vomit. He was never good with alcohol. But unlike that past morning, this time Henry locked himself in the bathroom, refusing to come out if both of them were still there.

However, Donghae and Hyukjae refused to leave until they sort this out.

“Henry, come out, we need to talk.” Hyukjae knocked on the bathroom door. A small voice told them to go away but they ignored him.

It never took much to get Donghae crying –which was what he was doing then - and this had been a touchy subject from the start. “Henry, please, please hear us out!” Donghae sobbed out.

Jungsu came when he heard the commotion and asked what was going on in a stern voice. Donghae was too distraught to answer and Hyukjae was just speechless. He had a lot to say, but it was hard to say them, to put them into words. He simple gestured towards the door and mumbled something like ‘Henry wouldn’t come out.’.

Jungsu asked them to step aside and they were reluctant to do so at first but gave in after a moment when they realized that Jungsu should, of all people, know what to say.

The stepped back and watched Jungsu knock on the door, communicating with Henry, but Jungsu was the only one was doing the talking. Jungsu said some reassuring things and with a promise of being with him until they sort everything out. Henry didn’t say anything but after a few minutes, he unlocked the door and collapsed on Jungsu, face buried in his shoulder.

Donghae excused himself to get Henry something to drink while Hyukjae stood there and watched as Jungsu comforted their maknae with all the gentleness in the world. He wanted to reach out to Henry, to be able to do the same thing, but he wasn’t sure how it would be received. Henry probably wouldn’t like it - that idea made Hyukjae’s heart break.

They all ended up back in Henry’s bedroom. Henry sat on the edge of his bed, as far away from the two of them as possible. Jungsu had left and warned them to not to go anywhere until they resolved ‘whatever this is’.

Donghae was sniffling, Hyukjae was just playing with the hem of his shirt, close to crying as well and Henry stayed silent, waiting for any of them to start talking. They were the ones who said they wanted to talk, after all. He didn't want this. No, of course not.

So Henry started, eager to put himself out of this misery. “Look, about last night-“

“Nothing happened.” Donghae cut him off, his voice nasally from the crying. “You were drunk, we took you home and helped you to bed.”

“And decided to stay.” Henry’s severe tone implied that they shouldn’t have.

“We missed you.” Donghae cried. “And we decided to stay for a while but then we fell asleep. “

“You can’t miss what you never had.” Henry gritted out.

“Henry…” Hyukjae sighed and went to kneel in front of Henry. Henry looked at everywhere but him. “Henry, look at me.” He didn’t. Fine. “Donghae and I, we’re in this for the long haul. We want to retire somewhere people won’t know us, buy a house and adopt kids. That was the plan, that had been the plan for a long time. But then… but then you came into our life. And we fell. We fell hard. You and your… everything. We thought it was just because you were our new maknae, so we felt like we had to protect you, to take care of you. But that didn’t make sense, because Kyuhyun was our maknae, we didn’t feel the same way the way we do about you.”

“We were really scared.” Donghae finally moved, finally stopped crying. At least stopped long enough to say a few things. “We were afraid that you wouldn’t want the same thing as we do. That you didn’t love us that way, or you wouldn’t want to grow old with us or one day just decided that this wasn’t what you wanted for your life and just… leave.” Donghae climbed onto the bed next to Henry, wanting to be closer to him, after so many weeks of missing him. “Because, we can’t handle that. If we let you in, and somewhere along the way, you left us, we won’t be the same anymore. Because there won’t be just the two of us anymore. It’s supposed to be three and we can’t, Henry. We were just scared.”

Hyukjae sighed and reached out for Henry’s hand to intertwine them with his. “I think… that was when we started hurting you. We were just so focused on not getting hurt; we were hurting you in the process. That was wrong of us and we should’ve talked earlier, should have explained. And it was wrong of us to treat you like that. You didn’t deserve it.”

Henry frowned. “And what’s going to happen now?”

“We love you; we want to make it up to you for being such jerks. And go on dates and wake up next to each other everyday. Anything you want. We’ll do it together. If… you still want us.”

Henry stilled for a moment. If he still wanted them? Such a stupid question. Of course he did. He dreamt of them, he cried because of them. He wanted it all, he realized, and he wouldn’t want to hurt them too. He could see it, really, that kind of life. Waking up to Donghae’s bright smile and Hyukjae’s grunts for them to shut up, legs sliding next to each other, hands caressing. He wouldn’t want anything else.

The weight on his chest that had been suffocating him for weeks had lifted as the realization dawned to him that Donghae and Hyukjae loved him. They loved him and they want to be with him. Him.

“You guys are just so…” he trailed off breathlessly, unable to find words for it.

“Does this mean you’ll give us a chance?” Donghae looked up to him, those wounded puppy eyes were back.

Henry nodded yes and almost immediately Donghae’s lips was on his. He heard Hyukjae chuckled before he joined in. The kiss felt familiar, with a tinge of something new as tongues slid next to each other, eager and promising.

Yes, they could make it work.

Donghae gasped as Hyukjae slid into him, his cock lined up to Henry’s and Hyukjae groaned at the feeling of Donghae’s muscles clenching and the feel of Henry’s cock rubbing against his, his mind went blank for a while. He took a peek to Henry, who was lying down under Donghae and he could tell by the way Henry was gasping that he wasn’t faring any better. Donghae was just so tight.

Donghae felt so full and he wasn't sure if he could breathe properly. He thought they won’t fit, but of course they did, with enough lube and preparation. Donghae kept grasping at the sheets, taking deep breaths and took his time getting accustomed to it. He was only in the middle for two times and both times they failed because it was so easy for him to panic. This time though, he was determined to remain calm and just feel. And fuck, did he feel.

“Are you okay, Hae?” Hyukjae whispered from behind him, trying his best not to move, waiting for Donghae to get used to the feeling.

“Feels… a little bit weird.” He admitted. He took a breath. “Move.”

“You sure?” Henry gasped, overwhelmed by how tight Donghae was right then.

“Fuck yes, I’m sure.” He growled, hating the hesitance, he needed some friction- some movement, and finally they complied. Hyukjae withdrew a little bit and thrust shallowly and Henry followed suit, taking turns. It was little bit awkward at first, because they were afraid of hurting Donghae, afraid that he would suddenly decide that it was all too much and he couldn’t handle it and panic.

Henry pressed light kisses all over Donghae’s face while Hyukjae kept whispering assurances. They both tried hard to control themselves because in that moment, it wasn’t about them, it was about Donghae.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Hyukjae whispered breathlessly when both of them finally started picking up the pace. Fuck, he’s shaking and it felt so fucking good.

“O-Oh, fuck.” Donghae mewled out as they hit it right there.

Henry chuckled breathlessly and did a particularly hard thrust at his prostate, resulting in a loud yelp from Donghae.

Donghae was mumbling incoherent things by then, and fuck, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how debauched he must have looked with two cocks inside him, fucking him just right.

He’s close, he could feel it. He whimpered out a warning, and Hyukjae pulled him up in sitting position, now he’s riding them and the angle was just right as his counterparts started to really aim there deeper and harder-

With a yell, he came, his cum pooling on Henry’s abs, trembling. Not long after, Henry came, slicking up Donghae’s walls with his cum and Hyukjae’s cock slid easier and faster. Donghae squeezed in an attempt to make him cum and he did.

They tumbled down, panting and glistening with sweat.

“So that was what I was missing out on?” Donghae said dazedly, already half-asleep.

Hyukjae chuckled and reached out to have both of them in his arms.

“Basically, yeah.” Henry whispered, moving in closer.

“We should do that more.” Donghae mumbled out.

Hyukjae kissed Donghae’s shoulder while his hand was lazily playing with Henry’s mussed up hair. “Whatever you want, Hae.”

The next day, Donghae whining for coffee woke Henry up.

“Go get one for me.” And he pulled one of those pouts that basically got him everything he wanted.

Henry stretched, and attempted to kiss Donghae but he evaded him. “Ew, morning breath. No thanks.”

“How very hygienic of you,” Henry mocked.

“Someone had to be considering both of you sucked at it.” Donghae teased. Hyukjae stirred.

“About that coffee, is someone going to get it?” He asked, voice raspy.

“Henry is.” Why did Donghae have this ability to be so goddamn cheerful in the morning, they didn’t know.

“Fine, fine.” He muttered and went to get their coffee.

Before leaving, he paused at the door, and stared at the two of them snuggling in bed. He smiled as that pain in his chest was there not because he was jealous or because he felt left out, but because he knew that he was part of the equation now. That they loved him as much as he loved them.

“Henry, you’re not going to walk in the dorm naked, are you?” Hyukjae threw him a pair of boxers and Henry laughed as he put them on.

“Why, afraid that they’ll want me?” Henry teased, wiggling his ass.

“Please, you’re ours now. They know that.”

“Coffee!” Donghae piped up, pouting again.

Henry laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”

-end-

comments and constructive criticisms are welcome ^^

Pets

2011-12-13T19:53:20Z

Title: Pets.
Pairing: Henry/Amber
Fandom: Super Junior/F(x)
Rating: PG for language.
Genre: Slice of life. Romance. Fluff.
Summary: For every special occasion, Henry would bring home a new pet.

1. The One.

Henry had Rover way before he met her. In fact, that lazy dog was the reason they met, way back then when Amber had long hair and Henry looked like a baby chipmunk.

She was on her daily run when she met him. She used to go in the morning, where the air was crisp and cool and there was barely anyone, leaving her alone to start the day with peace before she faced her friends who she wasn’t sure why she was friends with, but it always caused her to be late to class; she was tired of Qian’s nagging and Krystal’s remarks so she changed it to the afternoon. But Krystal’s remarks remained annoying. And Qian still nagged, telling her to not forget about sunblock and shit. Amber barely listened. But Qian’s nagging manifested in her soul and she had no choice but to listen to that Qian-like voice in her head, putting on the sunblock, grumbling about mother hens.

So she was running, but the afternoon weather was slightly different from what she was used to in the mornings so she took a break on the park bench and settled on people-watching. There’s a cute old couple, sitting next to each other, occupying another bench not too far away. The old man was reading a newspaper while the old woman chatted non-stop. Once in a while he would nod but Amber doubted he heard anything his wife said. Amber wasn’t sure what to feel about that. Should she pity the wife for having a husband that didn’t listen to her, or should she pity the husband for having a wife that wouldn’t shut up. Or, in an entirely different level, should she be jealous that they found someone that put up with their crap no matter what? Until they’re old and wrinkled with nothing to do but to sit in a park.

She thought about her parents, back in America. Her mother liked to talk too, her father was the same, but not as much as her mother. The house would be constantly filled with chatters when they were around. Amber was the master of playful jibes while her older sister was the quiet one. Not everyone could talk at the same time.

While she stared at the elder couple and reminisced about her family, she didn’t notice a boy with his dog on a leash passing in front of her. The dog simply stopped and laid down as if he was ready to die right there. She didn’t notice them until the boy cried out in perfect English “Oh, come on, Rover. It’s been barely fifteen minutes!”

She turned to them trying to process that one, it was indeed English that was spoken. Perfect, American accent English. Two, the dog simply stopped in the middle of the pathway. Simply just stopped and collapsed. Three, the boy was so damn cute. Amber never really noticed those things about boys. She figured she was asexual, not really interested in either boys or girls. But, despite that, she found him extremely cute, in that ‘I want to pet you’ kind of way.

“Is he dead?” She asked in English. She wanted to poke the dog with her foot but she wasn’t sure how the boy would receive it.
He looked at her, wide-eyed and gaping, “you speak English?”

She rolled her eyes. “Nope, I’m speaking in Parseltongue.” This time she did in fact poke the dog. It barely reacted, much less moved.

He grinned at her. “I’m Henry. No, he’s not dead, just really really lazy. He just like lazing around all day. Everyday.”
She just nodded and kept poking the dog, wondered if she annoyed it enough, maybe it would move. Henry seemed to not mind. And the dog did move, just enough to be out of her reach. Damn dog.

“Mind if I sit here?” He gestured towards the empty space beside her. She nodded, seeing no harm in it. So he sat.
That was how it was for two months until Henry had the courage to ask her out.

(He knew she was the one from the moment she made that Harry Potter reference. And when she annoyed Rover until he finally moved, he knew she was perfect.)

2. Precious

Henry bought Birdy when they moved in together. His reason for moving in together was they’re poor college students, therefore it would be wise to save money and just move in together, he was stuttering and all. Amber just shook her head and gave him the classified section. “You choose,” she said. Henry ignored the paper, and kissed her senseless, that cute mouth in a grin that Amber loved so much.

Henry’s excuse for buying Birdy however made less sense than Luna’s English.
“It’s a housewarming gift for both of us! We need something to brighten up the apartment.” He smiled, the bird on his shoulder, and Amber just stared.

“Why can’t you just get us a plant or something?” She asked exasperatedly, eyes not leaving the bird. So small and fragile. What if she accidentally stepped on it or something?

“Well… um… I just wanted to be creative. Lots of people just buy a plant and we’ll be the unique couple that gets a pet bird!” He smiled that smile, you know, the smile that made his eyes disappear, the smile that Amber can’t say no to.

“Well… what’s his name?” She sighed and Henry was finally brave enough to hug her.

“Birdy!”

Amber laughed into his shoulder, and held on because she couldn’t believe she could be this happy.

When Amber grew up, she couldn’t have pets, mainly because her mother and sister were allergic to fur and no one wanted to come near any kind of poop. And it didn’t bother her, she just figured that she wouldn’t wallow over things she couldn’t have and will never have. Meeting Henry, being with Henry and loving Henry shifted many of her perceptions. She thought pets were something that people get because they think they’re cute and just wanted one just for the sake of having one. Henry taught her that pets were part of the family.

Henry taught her how to care, how to be gentle when handling something so precious. No memory could match up to that time when Amber had Birdy in her palms, and he was sleeping so quietly, head tucked under his wings, looking like it was the most precious thing in the world. Henry was beside her, looking at her like she was the most precious person in the world and there were no words, none, that could describe that feeling of exploding happiness in her. That feeling alone was enough to bring tears to her eyes as she looked down to her hands. Henry kissed her tears away.

(Amber had secretly feared that she would grow old alone with no one to love her and only numerous pets as company. That kind of loneliness made her scared, because she could never find the right words express herself and she was worried that one day people would just leave her and her lack of expressed love alone. She feared that no one would understand her, no matter how hard she tried.)

3. One Art

Henry graduated first, and he had a job not long after, thanks to his father’s connections and Siwon’s recommendation. It did help that Henry was a people person and had the ability to charm the pants off anyone.

He ended up being in marketing department of a pharmaceutical company; Amber was simply a translator for a traveling agency in Seoul. She liked her job, traveling in a place that she grew to love and introducing it to tourists. Henry liked his job too, but it required a lot of traveling, so he was barely home, leaving her alone with Rover and Birdy. She found herself talking to them a lot more, especially when the apartment was too quiet and when she missed Henry too much.

Rover would make an effort to entertain her, when he sensed that she was sad. He would roll and roll and Amber would watch, wondering what the hell was wrong with the dog this time. Last time Amber was sad, he played dead, which, to be honest, wasn’t any different to how he usually was. Now he would greet her at the door when she came home, sometimes with Henry when he caught the early flight.

Birdy spent less and less time in the cage and would just fly around the apartment. Weirdly enough, he never went outside and would just simply fly back in the cage when he wanted to sleep.

They did move to a bigger place when they finally had enough money. To celebrate the occasion, Henry bought a goldfish. Sadly, it died because it ate too much.

She cried. Henry held her, canceling his flight and spent the next three days by her side. She didn’t know why she was this way, it was just a fish and she couldn’t understand why she was so emotional over an animal that drinks its own pee.

Henry kissed her head when she told him this. “You loved it. That’s the most important thing. There’s nothing wrong in grieving over losing something that you love. Amber, it’s okay to cry.”

Amber didn’t cry so much after that, mostly because she was feeling better, but she made sure Henry spent a week at home, by her side.

(Henry was insecure sometimes, that he would lose Amber because he wasn’t home often enough. He would call her every day, check the timezone so he would know when to wish her good morning and good night. But then Amber started to take notice of the time differences and yelled at him because he should be sleeping instead of texting her when it was 3 a.m. where he was.)

4. Permanent

Zhou Mi and Kyuhyun were talking about marriage. Not about their marriage, but about Qian’s and Nickhun’s, Siwon’s and Tiffany’s, Heechul’s and Jessica’s and finally hers and Henry’s. They were only considering the straight couples because they could actually legally get married in Korea. Zhou Mi chattered about how beautiful the girls would look in white dresses and how the men would dashing in a tux.

Amber was horrified by the idea of a dress. Kyuhyun was just side-eyeing his boyfriend for talking how handsome their friends would be in tux. She didn’t know how the topic turned to marriage and weddings, but all she knew was that she was there, with Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi, wondering what the hell was going on.

But then she thought about marriage. A ring around her finger that says she belonged to Henry. And Henry belonged to her. Forever, until death do they part. She sort of hated herself for loving that notion, that image in her head where on her right hand there would be a piece of jewelry that she would actually be willing to wear, for Henry.

She pushed that thought away and carried on like nothing happened.

Many days later, when Amber just came home from the gym and was about to take off her shoes when the thing strutted its way in front of her, all curious eyes with tilted head. It made Amber pause in taking off her shoes. The hell?

Amber stared down at the… thing in front of her. It blinked back, large green eyes stared eerily at her, reminded her too much of Puss In Boots. Cute, yes. But it’s not supposed to be here.

She knew who was responsible though. “HENRY!” She yelled, her eyes still on the thing, just in case it decided to do something funny. She heard footsteps and ta-da, there was her boyfriend, dressed only in his Spongebob boxers, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

“What?” He yawned and picked up the thing.

“What is that?” She pointed at the thing in his arms, purring audibly and contentedly.

“It’s a cat.” He said. No shit, Sherlock. I thought it was a whale. “And she’s not a ‘that’, she’s Timon.” He scratched ‘Timon’s’ ear, another loud purr can be heard. This still hadn’t sunk in for Amber.

“You mean, you brought a cat home, without telling me, named her Timon, which is a boy’s name, when you already have a bird called Birdy and a dog named Rover.” She asked out loud, as if she needed a confirmation for this piece of information.

“Uh-huh.” Bless him and his inability to read the mood. “Look, isn’t she cute?” He all but shoved the cat to her. As if on cue, Rover made his way to her, welcoming her home, although it was a little late. She bet the lazy guy took his sweet time waking up. So now she has a cat in her arms and a dog barking excitedly at her feet.

“But Henry! Who’s going to take care of them?” Amber almost wailed. Almost. She wasn’t that desperate. Yet. Maybe. We’ll see.
“We are. Duh.” He blinked at her. That was her boiling point. Oh, Henry’s gonna get it.

“What you actually mean is me. I have to take care of them. You’re barely home Henry, and I -”

“And you’re lonely. I know.” He said softly, eyes that looked at her so gently, and that smile that melted her heart over and over again. She never knew what to do when Henry made the mood turn a complete one-eighty. It got to her every time. While everyone else thought that she was somewhat emotionally inept, Henry thought she was adorable as fuck. It was a good thing he could understand her so well. But still, the cat thing.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “And your solution is to bring home a cat? The hell, Henry? Multiple pets are for old ladies that live alone and have nobody to care about them or spend time with them. Not for girls in early twenties, who do have a relationship, but it just happens to be a guy who is barely home. So, really, what the hell?” She might be scaring Timon and Rover right now. She didn’t care.

He laughed. “Take a chill pill, beautiful.” Who the hell says that anymore, Amber thought. “The cat is a celebratory gift. For us. I have good news.” As he usually did when he brought home an animal. He grinned that Henry Lau grin with cute teeth and all. His eyes disappeared altogether. “I got a promotion and they stationed me here, in Seoul permanently. So now I’m here all the time, isn’t that great?”

In response to that, Amber threw away Timon (she’s a cat, she’ll survive) and almost stepped on Rover (laziest dog in the history of lazy dogs, really. You would think he would have faster reflex than that) in her act to hug Henry. He let out an ‘oof’ and wasted no time to hug her back. They stayed like that for a while.

So naturally, Amber had to ruin the mood with a “you’re going to be on litter duty. I’m not going anywhere near to cat shit.”

Henry laughed and kissed her, slow and languid. The kisses grew short and finally he pecked her lightly on the lips, pressing his forehead lightly against hers.

“I have another gift.” He murmured and he sounded like he was nervous. This made Amber narrow her eyes into slits again. “Before you say anything, it’s on the bed.”

Amber untangled herself from Henry and went to their bedroom. She didn’t have to look hard because there, lying on the white sheets was a ring. With a diamond and everything. She picked it up, and turned to Henry, speechless. Was he proposing or was it just a present?

Henry made a show of getting down on his knees, with that Henry Lau smile was back on and he took her right hand. “Will you, Amber Josephine ‘Eunyoung’ Liu Yi Yun, make me the happiest man alive by marrying me? I promise I’ll be on the litter duty and everything.”

Oh God, she couldn’t talk, there was something in her throat. She’s sniffing, oh God, no, she can’t cry. That would be pathetic. She wanted to say something and unfortunately, all that came out was “couldn’t you at least put some pants on before you propose to me?” Which was probably better than sobbing.

“Is that a yes?” He kissed her hand and all she could do was nod. Pathetic. But screw that, she’s happy. Henry had always made her happy. The person that showed her that she could be tough and gentle at the same time. That love wasn’t a weakness and there was nothing wrong with crying. That love was never pathetic.

She teared up, but didn’t cry, because tearing up wasn’t actually crying. There’s now a ring on her finger and a promise of forever from Henry. She could always believe in Henry.

(Timon was the cutest thing ever and she made Rover chase her all over the park. Henry and Amber finally found a way to get that damn dog to exercise.)

-end-

so... i think I might have missed a few mistakes. Feel free to point it out. ^^ And comments are love.

Vocable; Tablo-centric; Ninja!HenBlo

2011-09-24T10:27:04Z

| Vocable | Epik High/Super Junior | Tablo-centric, HenBlo | Gen | G | He felt like exploding. |

A/N: this was born out my frustration with my own lack of writing.

He felt like exploding. It was as if something under his skin that was crawling, wanting to come out. He couldn't sit without fidgeting as something in him refused to settle. He was uncomfortable in his own skin.

He hadn't written in a while. He didn't know how survived that kind of abstinence. He wanted to write, needed to write but when he sat down on his work-table, Henry asleep on the other room, on his (their?) bed - he's beautiful, he's amazing, he's everything and words once again failed Tablo - the phrases, the locution, couldn't live up to the flurry of thoughts, the confusing emotions in him. Henry looked at him with hero-worship, with unconditional love and he was afraid he couldn't match up to what was expected of him. But Henry believed in him. Believed in him when many didn't.

He remembered the hate, the scandal. How it all hurt, how it all scarred him. The truth did not set him free, especially when it was against so much blind hate. He doubted himself, he doubted everything. He was crashing. Everything happened too fast, he held his breath, waiting for the crash. It happened. After that, he died and returned as a new man. The worst happened to him and he survived.

The scratching of the pen echoed in the room. Words formed, he read them.

He sighed and dropped his pen in frustration as he, again, failed. He had half a mind to slide back in the sheets with Henry, where it was warm and everything a home could ever be. But he didn't.

He looked at the wastebasket, already full with balled up papers, some of them on the floor as he occasionally missed, scattered. Tablo mourned for the trees he was killing and vowed to recycle the papers. Then he picked up his pen, warm from his own heat because he seemed to hold on to it for forever, and tried again. Maybe, this time the emotions and the dictions match.

-end-
A/N2: First time writing Tablo, hope it wasn't out of character.
Comments are appreciated and loved.

Drabble; Heechul-centric

2011-09-20T01:54:51Z

Heechul looked up at the cloudless sky in the Super Junior dorm. They all had moved out, all too grown up to be cooped up in just two dorms, but Heechul comes here regularly, to sit on the balcony of his old dorm to just sit and enjoy bottles of soju, an opened bottle next to his, untouched. The silence spoke volumes as all he could hear was a soft voice speaking broken Korean in a Chinese accent as his brain and sight gets fuzzier and fuzzier.

He did not cry. No, he did not. He fucking wept.

ourlastfable @ 2011-08-19T14:59:00

2011-08-19T06:59:16Z

From: Heechul

To: Henry

11: 27 am

I bought you a cheesecake. It’s in the fridge.

From: Henry

To: Heechul

12:23 pm

Thanks hyung! :DDDDDDD

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:24 pm

Forget about it. I ate it. Too hungry.

From: Henry

To: Heechul

12:25 pm

T.T

…

I’m not coming home for lunch then.

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:26 pm

You’re kidding me.

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:27 pm

HENRY LAU DON’T YOU DARE GO OUT TO LUNCH WITH THAT BRAT!

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:27 pm

BE A MAN AND COME HOME RIGHT NOW!

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:28pm

ARE YOU SULKING?! SERIOUSLY HENRY LAU?

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:28 pm

YOU HAVE THREE HOURS BREAK BETWEEN YOUR CLASSES YOU BETTER COME HOME YOU ASSHOLE!

From: Henry

To: Heechul

12:29 pm

Hyung, stop spamming my inbox, I’m in class! And what’s with all the capslock? And don’t call Wookie-hyung a brat. X[[[[[ He’s very nice to me!

AND YES I’M SULKING!

From: Heechul

To: Brat

12:29 pm

YAH! Ryeowook, you brat! Give me back my boyfriend!

From: Ryeowook

To: Heechul

12:30 pm

-.-‘

From: Ryeowook

To: Henry

12:30 pm

Tell your boyfriend to stop bothering me. DDDDX

From: Henry

To: Ryeowook

12:31 pm

Why are you sms-ing instead of talking to me? I’m right beside you! X000

From: Henry

To: Heechul

Hyung, stop harassing Wookie-hyung. Fine, I’ll come home for lunch.

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:32 pm

Good.

…

I made your favourite.

From: Henry

To: Heechul

12:33 pm

… you cooked? <3

Aw, hyung! :DDDDDDDD

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:34 pm

Hannie gave me the recipe. It wasn’t that hard.

From: Henry

To: Heechul

12:35 pm

I love you hyung!

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:36 pm

Whatever.

Just come home.

From: Henry

To: Ryeowook

12:36 pm

Hyung, I’m not going out for lunch with you. I’m sorry. ☺

From: Ryeowook

To: Henry

12:37 pm

No you’re not. ☺ Have a good lunch Henry-ah.

From: Henry

To: Ryeowook

12:37 pm

I will. :DDDDD

From: Henry

To: Heechul

12:38 pm

<33333333333333333

From: Heechul

To: Henry

12:39 pm

Just shut up, will you.

-end-
Title: Text Me

Fandom: Super Junior

Rating: G
Genre: crack. romance. fluff.

Pairing: Heechul/Henry

Prompt: Cheesecake.

Summary: Heechul bought Henry a slice of cheesecake.

A/N: I don't know what this is but I had fun writing it. XDD Lame title is lame.

Feel free to watch this coml!(just made it yesterday on a whim. I'm just weird that way)
I have no idea why all of the sudden, the LJ cut is on top. I don't know... LJ IS BEING MEAN TO ME!!

Names We Burned (1/?)

2011-08-18T15:48:56Z

Title: Names We Burned (1/?)
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Donghae/Henry, Kibum/Amber.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May increase in time.
Summary: Henry had thought that particular part of his life was over. He was wrong.

A/N: pulled the title out of my ass. Such a sorry excuse for a title. I need to start writing again and I hope this will get the ball rolling.

Henry had thought that that part of his life was over. He thought that he was out for good and everyone in the organization would leave him alone. And they did. Everyone did. At least, he thought so.

He knew that they still keep tabs on him. He could never really wash out the fact that he had been part of them. They needed to know that he wasn’t a snitch and would tell the police on them. They had to be careful.

But other than that, Henry’s life post-organization (that’s what he calls it) was normal. So fucking normal he actually thought that maybe he would be one of those people who would have a wife, three kids, a dog and a white-picket fenced house in the suburbs. Anything more peaceful and normal than that then Henry had to be dead. Which he hoped won’t be anytime soon. He had a college degree he had to finish.

It was a night to celebrate the fact that he didn’t fail college with his other friends in college. He didn’t know them very well and the only one he definitely did know was Kibum, who was studying law and was determined to get pissed drunk. Mainly because his girlfriend broke up with him, not because he didn’t flunk in the finals. The main reason Henry was here was to keep an eye on Kibum. And because Kibum wouldn’t stop singing some crappy eighties song until Henry said yes.

Time passed and college kids with alcohol behaved like college kids with alcohol. Henry was careful with his beer, he always was. Years and years of training were just ingrained in him. He had high alcohol tolerance, among other things. Henry knew that Kibum was seriously drunk when he declared that he’s swearing off women forever to Henry and wanted Henry to promise that they’ll both grow old together.

Henry wondered what happened to the rational, sensible and most importantly sober Kibum. Henry knew what alcohol did to people, but he thought all of this was over. He didn’t like things like this. Heartbreak was a shitty thing (especially when it’s a five years relationship) and alcohol, a depressant, didn’t make things better.

He sighed and called a number that belonged to a person he knew was responsible for Kibum’s state.

“’Sup, Henry?” She greeted with false nonchalance.

“Amber, get your ass over here.” Henry growled into the phone. Amber sighed and Henry knew he didn’t have to explain further but he wanted to throw in his two cents in. “I don’t know why you broke it off, not really interested about it right now but your boy is completely wasted and I think he just asked me to marry him. And it’s legal here in New York so this is seriously freaking me out. Kiss and make up. I’m pretty sure it was over something stupid anyway.” And without a goodbye, he pressed ‘end call’. Henry turned towards Kibum.

“Kibum. Someone’s coming to see you. I’ll just be outside, kay? I need some fresh air.”

Henry paid for his tab and walked out the back door. Maybe that was his mistake. He should’ve gone with the front door, no matter how crowded it was. Crowded means there were people and there are witnesses. Therefore it would be safe.

Henry found himself in a peculiar predicament when he felt someone push him up the wall of the back alley. His body tensed up, fist clenched and ready to fight but a familiar scent of cologne just stopped him.

He looked up to the attacker’s eyes and that was when he knew that he was deeply and thoroughly fucked.

-TBC-

A/N: OMG! My first chaptered fix, not really sure where I'm going with this (I have a vague outline on my college notepad, lol.) I hope I finish it. You are welcome to kick my ass if I don't update next week.