Chapter Fifteen

Waking up at six thirty to go to school on the first day back from winter break was hell. He felt like a zombie walking from first period to second. Even as he greeted Eunhyuk and said hello to Sungmin, who had been placed in one of his classes due to a schedule change, he didn’t feel awake yet.

As he lay his head down in second period, his arm blocking the light from his eyes, he wondered when Kyuhyun would make an appearance. He hadn’t talked to him since their phone call. He had promised to call him that night and had most definitely kept to that promise, but Kyuhyun never answered. He’d even tried the next day, but to no avail.

Obviously he was in deep shit.

Groaning as the bell finally rang, Donghae dragged himself from the classroom into the hallway and throughout the day. At lunch, Kyuhyun still hadn’t shown his face. In sixth period, he found out that he’d passed his semester final and then immediately headed for the library.

He walked through the door and expected to see Kyuhyun reading a book, talking to the librarian, sitting at a computer, but it was empty save for a student he’d never met browsing the bookshelves. He sank into a chair at a round table, facing away from the door.

He texted Kyuhyun to ask if he was at school at all and then set his phone on the table.

Five or ten minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching from behind him and hid his smile in his sleeve, his heart skipping a beat as a chair slid out from under the table and someone sat down next to him.

“Waiting for someone?”

Donghae looked up in shock at the voice he hadn’t been expecting, seeing a face foreign to this setting for him.

Sungmin smiled a bit awkwardly, setting a notebook and his pen on the table and crossing his arms in front of him. “I guess that someone wasn’t me.”

He hadn’t realized he had made his disappointment completely evident in his entire face and posture. “No, I’m just skipping class,” Donghae said reassuringly. “Why are you here?”

“I’m supposed to be spreading the word about our class theme for Homecoming week,” Sungmin said. “And I figured I could start here with you.”

“Oh, I don’t really care about that stuff,” Donghae mumbled.

“I didn’t think so. But I kind of wanted to know if anything was wrong,” Sungmin admitted. “You look pretty down today. Is it Kyuhyun?”

Donghae pressed his tongue to the inside corner of his lips, where he’d been nibbling at most recently. “I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me,” he said and looked away from Sungmin. It was rather embarrassing, to admit to someone that you cared enough about another guy to let it affect your entire mood.

They talked a bit, but soon Donghae found his way back to class without ever finding Kyuhyun.

After school he went to Kyuhyun’s house to find the door locked. He knocked on the door and there was no reply. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so surprised, so hurt by the measures Kyuhyun went to in order to avoid him in the most obvious manner possible. Maybe he should have learned his lesson. Maybe he should have given up then.

The rest of the week went by the same tune, Donghae going to class tired and feeling like hell, seeing no sign of Kyuhyun at school, and then stopping by an empty house without any real glimmer of hope in him. 

He knew Kyuhyun was doing it on purpose.

He knew Kyuhyun wanted him to lie in bed at night and stare sleeplessly at his ceiling with his thoughts going haywire, thinking about where Kyuhyun was and how long it would be until he saw him again. Kyuhyun probably knew he stayed up until the early hours of the mornings replaying their conversations in his head, thinking of how he could have said this or reacted differently to that. Kyuhyun probably found a dark amusement at imagining Donghae curled up in bed, squeezing the doll he’d given to him against his face as he tried to fight away the insomnia.

Before he knew it, it was the next Friday and everyone was dressed in the school colors for Homecoming that night. He’d seen Kyuhyun one single time the entire week in the hallway on the way to class. Kyuhyun hadn’t even looked at him.

He missed Kyuhyun.

He arrived in the gym and found a seat next to Eunhyuk and Sungmin, who seemed to be chatting with Shindong.

“Where’s Kyuhyun?”

Donghae looked up at Eunhyuk who had asked and shrugged. “Haven’t seen him.”

Eunhyuk looked sympathetic for a moment. “What happened between you two?” he asked over the sound of the music that started in the gym as the basketball players were introduced.

“Nothing,” Donghae lied.

“Kyuhyun is in the homecoming court,” Sungmin piped up. “He said he had to go buy a shirt to match Seohyun’s dress. He’s her escort.”

“Escort?” Donghae asked.

“Well, she’s a homecoming queen candidate. You’d know all this if you hadn’t been spaced out all week,” Sungmin said snootily to the both of them, though Donghae wondered if it was predominantly directed at him.

The games went by slowly, Donghae’s attention elsewhere. Eventually both teams won and they announced that the homecoming court ceremony would begin shortly and afterwards students were invited to attend the homecoming dance in the other gym.

Donghae watched with little interest whatsoever as the whole lineup of girls in dresses were escorted onto the gym floor by boys in slacks and dress shirts. His eyes went to the floor at the sound of Kyuhyun’s name over the speakers to see him walking next to a long-haired brunette in a short, princess-esque dress and spike heels.

He couldn’t deny that Kyuhyun looked attractive, his mile long legs travelling under black slacks, his shirt and tie complementing Seohyun’s dress. He didn’t realize how long he’d sat and stared at Kyuhyun until the homecoming queen was announced and Seohyun started beaming and walking towards center court with Kyuhyun in tow.

The ceremony ended and Donghae, with a bit of persuasion on Eunhyuk’s part, meandered over to the dance. He barely had enough money to buy his way in at the door, but he made it into the dimly lit gym to take in the blaring music, the Christmas lights strung from goal to goal, the flashing lights, the bodies already at center court to start a grind-line.

Eunhyuk swept him away to the floor with Sungmin following behind a bit unsurely. Though Eunhyuk dove right into the center of the mess of pulsating bodies and swinging limbs, Donghae stayed on the outside next to Sungmin with a few others.

“I lost because you didn’t vote for me.”

Donghae looked up and met Jessica’s eyes, though it took a moment for him to place a name to the pretty face. She was smiling a bit sarcastically, and upon looking her over once he noticed she was wearing a bright red dress that he quickly recognized from the homecoming court ceremony.

“I don’t think I ever got a chance to vote,” Donghae said.

“It’s alright. Seohyun deserved it. Look at her now, such a model student,” Jessica said and motioned towards the giant orgy in the middle of the floor.

In the midst of the commotion, he saw the glimmer of a crown and then Seohyun’s face. What actually struck a chord in him, though, was the face he saw dangerously close to hers.

Kyuhyun stood pressed to Seohyun’s back, his hands on her waist as they grinded in time with the music. 

   “Aren’t there rules against that or something?” Donghae asked distastefully and pretended not to really care. It didn’t bother him. Maybe this was Kyuhyun’s way of saying they were finished – whatever they had been to begin with. Friends, make-out buddies, best friends. Any which way, “they” were no longer, Donghae supposed. And it hurt to think of it like that.

But Donghae had already sort of known.

The song ended and a slow song began.

Donghae saw Jessica look around with a bit of embarrassment because everyone quickly paired up to dance as couples, and she was alone. He watched her turn to leave the floor and had a thought, a quickly occurring idea that really probably wasn’t that great of one.

“Want to dance?” he called to her.

She turned around with a look of surprise on her face, but after seeing he’d asked genuinely, she smiled. “Sure,” she replied and stepped over to him.

With a bit of ease – he had slow danced many times before, of course – he put his hands on the small of her back and she wound her hands behind his neck.

It had been so long since he’d interacted with a girl, he’d almost forgotten how.

“You look great,” he said, and it wasn’t a lie. She was beautiful – long golden locks and soft, feminine features.

“Thanks,” she said.

And even though Jessica seemed content to just stay in the same zone, Donghae lead her in a big circle around the group of people and spun her around a few times. She seemed utterly charmed by him, her giggles and smiles an easy sign of that. The music changed to a fast, upbeat song and he did a little salsa number with her, which really seemed to appeal to her.

“Who was your escort?” he asked, mostly just to start conversation.

“Choi Siwon. You know him?”

“Heard of him,” Donghae replied. Something, some force of some sort made him glance over Jessica’s shoulder by chance just in time to see Kyuhyun pull off his tie and set it around Seohyun’s neck. He watched as Kyuhyun leaned in a bit, saw how their fingers interlaced and he pulled her a bit closer.

By the time the song had changed to yet another slow song, Donghae had become fed up with it. He pulled Jessica close, wrapped his arm around her waist and gripped her hip gently with the other. As she rested her head on his shoulder, he glared at Kyuhyun over her.

Kyuhyun, as if alerted by some omniscient force, looked up from a similar position with Seohyun and glared right back at Donghae.

Donghae oh-so pleasantly gave him the middle finger with a smile of satisfaction at the fire of rage that ignited in Kyuhyun’s eyes. Just to make matters even worse, he turned his face and pressed a lingering, sweet kiss to Jessica’s cheek.

“Why are you friends with Kyuhyun?”

Kyuhyun leaned in and kissed Seohyun.

“That’s a good question.”

It wasn’t just a peck, either. There might have been a bit of tongue.

“They were talking about getting drunk at the dance,” Jessica said, but Donghae only distantly heard it.

Kyuhyun pulled away from her and met Donghae’s eyes. He whispered something into her ear and then started off towards the gym doors.

He wasn’t going to follow Kyuhyun. That was exactly what Kyuhyun wanted, what he expected him to do.

“Hey, my friends just got here – I’ll talk to you later, okay? Text me?” Jessica called, and she’d already started towards a group of people that had entered. But all Donghae saw was Kyuhyun walking around that same group of people to leave with a jacket in his arm.

Like he was magnetized to Kyuhyun, he made his way towards the doors only a few minutes later and waved a short goodbye to Jessica before hastily exiting the school. Out in the cold winter air, he shivered and looked around. Logic led him in the direction of the parking lot, and either relief or dread flooded him when he saw Kyuhyun’s figure making its way towards his car.

“Kyuhyun!”

He didn’t turn around, though Donghae hadn’t exactly expected him to. As he jogged to catch up to Kyuhyun, his breath came in clouds of vapor, his throat stinging slightly at the cold air he inhaled. He made it to Kyuhyun just as he was opening his car door, and in a desperate attempt to make him stop, he plowed into the door and slammed it shut with his body weight.

With wide eyes he met Kyuhyun’s sharp gaze, a bit tense with fear now that they were in such close proximity.

“I –” Donghae began, but it wasn’t the right thing to say. Nothing was right. Kyuhyun didn’t want to hear him, and nothing he could say would change that. Honesty, he figured, might sway him. “I… missed you,” he mumbled.

“Move.”

“Please,” Donghae breathed, not budging even though Kyuhyun’s hand landed on his arm to try to push him aside.

“What do you want?” Kyuhyun asked, leaning in slightly to loom over Donghae. His hands came up to each side of Donghae on the car, caging him in.

“Stop being mad at me.” Donghae swallowed and shivered. It was cold. So cold. But his face felt hot and his palms felt sweaty, clammy. “I think you’re overreacting.”

Kyuhyun smirked, but it was dark and humorless. “That wasn’t smart, you know,” he stated, leaning even closer so that Donghae could smell the mint and alcohol on his breath. “You hang up on me. You dance with that bitch. You flip me off.”

“You ignored me for two weeks and made out with another girl right in front of me!” Donghae argued, trying to shove Kyuhyun away weakly without any results.

“Jealous?” Kyuhyun asked deviously.

Donghae bit his lip, averting his eyes to stare at Kyuhyun’s dress shoes. “Yes,” he replied finally.

“Why?” Kyuhyun inquired, his voice low and close.

“Because I like you.” Donghae started to feel closed in, and it wasn’t all his imagination he realized as Kyuhyun pressed a bit closer.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” Donghae said quietly. “No.”

“Then there’s no problem. Get out of my way.” Kyuhyun pushed Donghae slightly, but Donghae felt his adrenaline light up like a match and he shoved at Kyuhyun to get him away from the car door.

“Is this it? All this fucking bullshit, and suddenly it just ends here?” Donghae demanded.

Kyuhyun grabbed Donghae’s shirt collar in his fists and slammed him backwards against the car.

The cold metal and force shocked Donghae, rendering him a bit scared for a moment. He shook it off and felt his anger inflating again. “You started all of this.”

“And I can end it.”

“No.”

And Donghae wasn’t in control of his actions after that. He somehow pushed his hands into Kyuhyun’s hair and jerked him forward into a kiss, their cold lips sliding together roughly as Kyuhyun’s hands released his collar and moved to his waist to squeeze firmly. Kyuhyun’s tongue shoved into his mouth and dominated his own as he brought their bodies together.

There were no queries about if someone might see them, no moments spared to glance around for witnesses. There was no second thought about anything, just action and strictly action. He couldn’t contain the ache in his groin, couldn’t make it go away magically with Kyuhyun so close, so amazingly close.

Kyuhyun’s hips undulated against Donghae’s, grinding their crotches together and stimulating his arousal. It wasn’t unlike what Donghae had seen Kyuhyun doing earlier with Seohyun, the way his hips ground deeply and his hands intruded without warning. Donghae chewed on his lip as Kyuhyun’s mouth moved to his neck, sucking possibly hard enough to form yet another hickey, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care because Kyuhyun was delving into his waistband beyond his already unbuttoned pants.

As Kyuhyun’s hand found his dick and rubbed his palm against it over his underwear rather roughly, Donghae breathed out a soft moan and let his head tip back slightly. Kyuhyun’s mouth worked at his neck, his hand slipping into his underwear and wrapping around his dick to slide up and down.

“Is this why you missed me?”

The pad of Kyuhyun’s thumb brushed harshly over the tip of his cock before his hand slid down and fondled his balls for a moment.

Donghae’s hand gripped Kyuhyun’s shoulder, the other pressed flat again the icy car door behind him. His breath made thick white clouds in front of him and his eyes slid shut from the pleasure. He could feel his knees growing weak and his thigh muscles clench and unclench with each stroke as if to keep him from bucking into that soft, tight ring of fingers.

“Tell me when you’re about to come,” Kyuhyun instructed quietly against Donghae’s neck.

“O-okay,” Donghae stuttered as Kyuhyun’s free hand slid up his shirt, the cold fingers pinching his nipple and then travelling down his stomach.

“You’re disgusting.” Kyuhyun’s teeth nipped at his collarbone between sentences. “I bet you’ve wanted this since day one. Happy now that you’ve got me in your pants, Donghae?”

At his name on Kyuhyun’s tongue, he felt his erection throb harder. He didn’t have enough sense left in him to argue with Kyuhyun, could only listen vaguely and moan gently in response.

“Don’t take forever,” Kyuhyun said. “I don’t want to be here all night.”

Donghae sighed shakily, knowing Kyuhyun had nothing to worry about because he was getting close already.

“Come on now. Am I going to have to get on my knees and blow you?”

Just those words, just the thought of it had Donghae whining quietly and pushing against Kyuhyun’s hand. “I’m – I’m about to –”

Just as he felt his climax within seconds away, Kyuhyun was gone.

His eyes frantically searched the suddenly empty area in front of him and spotted Kyuhyun walking away back towards the school doors. His mouth fell open with shock, completely taken aback that Kyuhyun had just… walked away. He could feel his dick throb almost violently, begging for attention, and he groaned at how stupid he was.

After he zipped up his pants and adjusted himself in so that it wasn’t so annoyingly prominent that he had a hard on, he took revenge by turning around and kicking Kyuhyun’s car as hard as he could and cursing loudly. He hoped it left a dent because his foot hurt like hell after that.

 As he settled into the driver’s seat of his car, he let out a frustrated huff of air and gripped the steering wheel in a tight fist. With clumsy, half-dazed and anger-confused hands, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot a bit faster than necessary. At his house, he stomped up the stairs and got into the shower without speaking a word to his puzzled, concerned mom about why he’d slammed the door and looked severely pissed off.

Instead of a cold shower, he turned it on as hot as it would go and ignored the cold water. By the time he’d let it run for a few minutes, steam rolled out of the shower and fogged the entire bathroom mirror. He stripped vigorously and threw off his clothes and didn’t care where they went. He stepped under the scalding spray and let it sting his cold skin, let it turn his entire body an irritated pink.

He faced the spray and squeezed his eyes shut, thoughts of what had happened intruding his brain.

He wondered if Kyuhyun and Seohyun were fucking by then.

He pressed a hand against the wall of the shower and tilted his head downwards, opening his eyes and blinking at the streams of hot water droplets that slid down from his hair and trickled into his eyes and ran over his mouth. He looked down at his naked self, frowning a bit at how he’d somehow managed to stay aroused.

He tugged his lip between his teeth and contemplated this situation. Though he’d yet to decide what to do, his hand seemed to take on a mind of its own.

It didn’t take very long.

When he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and feeling a bit of the burden of sexual frustration lifted from his shoulder, he walked to his bedroom and flipped on the light.

“You’ll be paying for the dent you put in my car,” Kyuhyun stated from his seat on the edge of Donghae’s bed.

“Fuck off,” Donghae growled and rolled his eyes.

“And your mom is going to ask why you’re mad at me after I leave,” Kyuhyun continued, leaning back against his palms. “I told her I had no idea what your problem was.”

Donghae stared at Kyuhyun incredulously and then turned away to open his dresser drawer. He pulled out a pair of underwear and, without much thought at all, simply let the damp towel around his waist fall to the floor as he stepped into the boxers. When he turned around and saw Kyuhyun staring blankly at him, he only showed a small, cocky smirk and then left the room.

“Donghae! You have a guest over – put on some clothes!” his mom chided from the living room couch as she watched one of her stupid reality shows.

“Kyuhyun doesn’t mind,” Donghae called as he entered the kitchen and found himself something to drink.

“Maybe I do,” Kyuhyun stated, having followed him as expected.

“Not my problem. I told you to leave.” Donghae poured himself a glass of orange juice and shut the fridge door a bit roughly before picking up his glass and taking a sip.

“I’m staying the night,” Kyuhyun said as he trailed behind Donghae back upstairs to his room.

“Why?” Donghae asked as he picked up his towel and used it to dry his hair off.

Kyuhyun’s hands joined his as he scrubbed at his hair with the towel. “I’m slightly intoxicated. You wouldn’t have me drive home in my condition, would you?”

“You drove here,” Donghae grumbled as Kyuhyun’s hands grasped his own and pulled the towel from his head to let it drop to the floor again.

Kyuhyun’s fingers laced between Donghae’s, his palms to the back of his hands as he stepped closer and pressed his chest to Donghae’s back. As Kyuhyun’s arms overlapped his, he wound them both around Donghae’s waist and breathed against the back of his neck.

“You must have been mad,” Kyuhyun muttered, and Donghae could feel both of Kyuhyun’s lips as they brushed the words against his skin.

Donghae rolled his eyes. “That was a pretty dick-headed move,” he stated in response. “You deserve that dent I put there.”

 “Seems like you solved your problem on your own, anyways,” Kyuhyun said. “How was it? Were you thinking of me?”

Donghae tilted his head back and to the side as Kyuhyun’s lips and tongue caressed the length of his neck. “Who else would I think of?” he asked softly, feeling resignation as Kyuhyun ran their locked hands over his body.

“Jessica, perhaps,” Kyuhyun whispered, his lips against Donghae’s ear.

“No,” Donghae said.

“Oh, that’s right,” Kyuhyun said. “She’s not good enough for you. She can’t do what I do.”

“No,” Donghae stated and shook his head. “She’s too good for me. She’s pretty, smart, nice, popular. She’s not bipolar and an asshole. She’s not clinically insane.”

“Mm,” Kyuhyun hummed. “I love it when you insinuate things.”

Before things could get any more than what they were, Donghae pulled away and made his way towards his bed to flop down and grab his cell phone. “Maybe I should text her now, see if she made it home from the dance okay.”

Kyuhyun was on the bed and snatching his phone away before Donghae could think twice. “I’m sure she’s fine. A little heart-broken about losing, but fine,” Kyuhyun stated and rolled to the other side of the bed to scroll through the text messages on the confiscated phone.

“That’s really rude,” Donghae stated and stretched out on his side facing Kyuhyun’s back. He didn’t really think there was anything in there that would make Kyuhyun angry, though there was probably something that would give him reason to make fun of him.

“Mom, Jessica, Eunhyuk, Kyuhyun, Sungmin,” Kyuhyun read aloud, naming off the conversations Donghae had on his phone. “If I didn’t already know better, I’d think you and this chick were fucking. She obviously wants in your pants.”

“She’s not the only person,” Donghae mumbled under his breath.

Suddenly, Kyuhyun started laughing aloud. “I think Sungmin does too! ‘L-O-L you’re way too nice to have a friend like Kyuhyun,’” Kyuhyun said, poorly imitating Sungmin’s voice. “Oh, you little bitch. ‘Yeah, pretty much.’ I see how you are.”

Donghae snickered as Kyuhyun turned over on his other side to glare at him. “The truth hurts.”

Kyuhyun smirked for a moment, but it disappeared. His eyes bore into Donghae’s for a long moment as his hand slowly set the phone on the bed between them.

It was incredible how Kyuhyun could go from a normal, high school best friend with an attitude to a borderline psychopath in just a few minutes. It was incredible how, despite this fluctuation that left him no confirmation as to which was the real Kyuhyun, Donghae still found him irresistible, still couldn’t get him out of his head. It was incredible how Donghae was beginning to think he might love Kyuhyun in the worst possible way.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind,” Kyuhyun said.

“It’s your fault.”

“It’s not my fault you have the hots for me,” Kyuhyun retorted smoothly.

Donghae didn’t reply because Kyuhyun’s mouth covered his own, silencing all thoughts and words with soft, warm lips.

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