Galenskaper

A moan left Donghae's mouth as Hyukjae's lips moved further down his bare chest, hands gripping tightly at the counter and his head pressed back to the mirror. Heechul stood in silence and didn't know else but to watch. Hyukjae had his hands flat against Donghae's shoulders, pushing him back, not allowing him to take action. Heechul saw the redhead flick his tongue out, playing with Donghae's nipple, the other taking a sharp breath through his teeth and his chest moved perfectly against Hyukjae's mouth.

He took a step back, thinking he should probably head home, or at least to sleep. These two would probably need the bed though, he thought, pondering over where there might be a blaknet for him to borrow if he were to sleep on the couch. A second after he had turned his back to the bathroom, he heard a delicious sound which most likely came from Donghae. He glanced back and saw that Hyukjae had straightened up, lips and tongue raving Donghae's neck and a hand had slipped past the hem of the blonde's sweatpants. He was looking straight into Heechul's eyes, and Heechul couldn't drag his eyes away for his life. Hyukjae was putting up a show for him, Donghae oblivious with his head still pressed back and eyes tightly shut.

Heechul found himself being very jealous. His stomach clenched and he cursed to himself, forced his feet to turn him around and walk back into the bedroom, grabbed the comforter from the bed and brought it with him to the couch.

"No, no, they just live together and barely that. Blah blah." He sighed and tried pressing his head as far into the couch pillows as he could, cursing when dirt got into his eye. "And he can't clean properly either.."

He crawled back up into some barely sitting position, picked up his phone that he had dropped on the floor.

"Sulli guys are stupid they don't treat me like a princess"

Something was knocked over in the bathroom, the sound indicated that it was something big. Heechul thought that it's probably just the shelf that stood by the sink. But he hoped it was Hyukjae.

"Are you drunk, dear? =_="

"NO!! Im angry!!! The blonde stupid guy is stupid and his frriend is stupdi too"

He pressed the buttons so hard he thought the phone might break. He opened another new message.

"I want to be a cat all cats are princes"

Donghae was loud, so he opened another empty message.

"Is red hair cool i think donghae thinks so"

"Calm down!! What's up?"

"Youre helping me dye my hair later..."

Heechul couldn't recall ever being this mad before. He kicked the couch, it was hard and he thought his toe might have broke, then stood up, hit his toe again on the table and went out in the kitchen. When he got there, he remembered his cigarettes were in the bedroom. He went back and ignored the rythmic sounds coming from the bathroom, got his cigarettes and the lighter, went back to the kitchen and sat on the counter. Lighting the cigarette, he thought about his cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat with fur. He was never naked but he never had to get dressed. Although he probably ate his own hairs, being a cat was be something Heebum should be proud of.

"Why red?"

"Because Hyuuuuuukkjjaaae~~ so cool"

He decided never to text Sulli again. She was being unreasonable.

He pressed the cigarette in place between his lips as he jumped down from the counter and opened the fridge. There was beer, a bottle of water, leftovers (??? he wasn't sure, it didn't look like pizza, it was most likely inedible), milk and beer. Donghae is a stupid and retarded idiot, he thought, as he took a beer and went back to the couch, blowing out smoke that went into his eye. He sat down on the couch with a loud sigh and downed the beer.

Eventually, the sounds stopped. Not that Heechul paid attention to them, that would be strange, he just suddenly noticed how nice and quiet things were. He had turned on the tv, but it was on mute since he didn't want to disturb the two retarded lovebirds getting at it.

Hyukjae came out of the bathroom with a smug face, Heechul thought that maybe he should have saved the beer so he could throw it at him, but it was too late for that now. The redhead didn't say a word as he went up to the mirror in the hallway, poked around in his hair for a second, then buttoned his shirt (sloppy, uneven and stupid, Heechul thought) and then finally he got into his shoes and left.

Heechul considered shouting something mean. Maybe "AND NEVER COME BACK!" or "YOU ARE A WHORE!", but none of those made sense when he gave it a second thought, so he decided to go and occupy Donghae's bed. Maybe he'd smoke in it. And leave ashes on Donghae's pillow. And sleep naked.

"Heebu-.."

The cat was at home with unreasonable Sulli, Heechul remembered and cursed.

On the way to the bedroom, he stepped out of his jeans and fought with his shirt to get it over his head. Donghae had closed the bathroom door when Hyukjae left, Heechul thought he heard the sound of water. He was showering. Now the pillows would get all wet and..

"Yuck."

He climbed onto the bed, took off his socks with help from his toes only, and once again thought about sleeping naked. Not that it would help. Or maybe it would help. He decided that he'd get to a conclusion when Donghae was back. And wet. And in his underwear.

Ten minutes passed, approximately, he hadn't brought his cellphone so he'd counted the seconds in his head. It became messy after a while, so he figured he'd just count minutes. And now ten minutes (approximately) had passed. The shower went off and Heechul held his breath for no reason.

"Hyukjae left, didn't he?"

Heechul made a sound, he hoped it sounded somehow like 'yes'. He felt the mattress dip as Donghae slid down behind him, and decided that he shouldn't sleep naked. There wasn't a good enough reason to do it.

"Are you mad?"

He scooted closer, Heechul could feel his breath against his skin.

"Leave me alone."

Fingers sneaked up his arm, it felt nice but strange. Donghae left his hand to rest at Heechul's shoulder.

"Don't touch me."

"Don't be mad."

He felt the blonde curl up closer to him, felt his nose in his neck.

"I'm.. not mad."

Donghae chuckled, arm moving down to hold Heechul at the waist. It was comfortable. Donghae's chest was warm pressed flush to his back, his breath warm right beneath his ear and arm warm right below his chest.

"You're strange. And nice." Donghae mumbled against his skin, lips pressing down softly and Heechul didn't know if it was a nice or bad feeling. "And sweet."

Heechul ignored him, at least he tried to, the only thing that came to his mind was that those lips had been kissing that other stupid guy. Probably. He hadn't seen it with his own eyes but it most likely happened. There was a long silence, Donghae shifted and pulled Heechul closer and Heechul wanted to melt down into the mattress. He couldn't stay mad, he forgot what being mad even meant, because Donghae's body was hot and slightly damp and his breaths were slow and when Donghae cleared his throat, Heechul shuddered. He hated closeness.

"Why are you touching me?"

"Because I like you."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Donghae pressed another kiss to Heechul's neck. "I just do, I guess."

Heechul was out of questions and ignored the other until they both fell asleep.

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"Do you sleep with anyone when you're drunk?" Heechul wanted to ask, but he didn't. Instead he focused on figuring out exactly what he was eating. It looked somewhat like rice and some goo, but he wasn't sure. Either way he would probably get food poisoning from it, so he left it on the plate. Donghae didn't seem to mind, scooping up every last bit of it from his plate, then leaned over the table to take a spoonful from Heechul's.

"Not hungry?"

"I don't know what this is. Is it edible?"

"Want me to explain it to you?" A silly smile spread across his face.

"No, you can have it."

Heechul wasn't staring, he thought, he just kept watching Donghae eat. Because he wanted to. And Donghae looked good. And he found himself having feelings again.

A moan left Donghae's mouth as Hyukjae's lips moved further down his bare chest, hands gripping tightly at the counter and his head pressed back to the mirror. Heechul stood in silence and didn't know else but to watch. Hyukjae had his hands flat against Donghae's shoulders, pushing him back, not allowing him to take action. Heechul saw the redhead flick his tongue out, playing with Donghae's nipple, the other taking a sharp breath through his teeth and his chest moved perfectly against Hyukjae's mouth.

He took a step back, thinking he should probably head home, or at least to sleep. These two would probably need the bed though, he thought, pondering over where there might be a blaknet for him to borrow if he were to sleep on the couch. A second after he had turned his back to the bathroom, he heard a delicious sound which most likely came from Donghae. He glanced back and saw that Hyukjae had straightened up, lips and tongue raving Donghae's neck and a hand had slipped past the hem of the blonde's sweatpants. He was looking straight into Heechul's eyes, and Heechul couldn't drag his eyes away for his life. Hyukjae was putting up a show for him, Donghae oblivious with his head still pressed back and eyes tightly shut.

Heechul found himself being very jealous. His stomach clenched and he cursed to himself, forced his feet to turn him around and walk back into the bedroom, grabbed the comforter from the bed and brought it with him to the couch.

"No, no, they just live together and barely that. Blah blah." He sighed and tried pressing his head as far into the couch pillows as he could, cursing when dirt got into his eye. "And he can't clean properly either.."

He crawled back up into some barely sitting position, picked up his phone that he had dropped on the floor.

Something was knocked over in the bathroom, the sound indicated that it was something big. Heechul thought that it's probably just the shelf that stood by the sink. But he hoped it was Hyukjae.

He pressed the buttons so hard he thought the phone might break. He opened another new message.

Donghae was loud, so he opened another empty message.

Heechul couldn't recall ever being this mad before. He kicked the couch, it was hard and he thought his toe might have broke, then stood up, hit his toe again on the table and went out in the kitchen. When he got there, he remembered his cigarettes were in the bedroom. He went back and ignored the rythmic sounds coming from the bathroom, got his cigarettes and the lighter, went back to the kitchen and sat on the counter. Lighting the cigarette, he thought about his cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat with fur. He was never naked but he never had to get dressed. Although he probably ate his own hairs, being a cat was be something Heebum should be proud of.

He decided never to text Sulli again. She was being unreasonable.

He pressed the cigarette in place between his lips as he jumped down from the counter and opened the fridge. There was beer, a bottle of water, leftovers (??? he wasn't sure, it didn't look like pizza, it was most likely inedible), milk and beer. Donghae is a stupid and retarded idiot, he thought, as he took a beer and went back to the couch, blowing out smoke that went into his eye. He sat down on the couch with a loud sigh and downed the beer.

Eventually, the sounds stopped. Not that Heechul paid attention to them, that would be strange, he just suddenly noticed how nice and quiet things were. He had turned on the tv, but it was on mute since he didn't want to disturb the two retarded lovebirds getting at it.

Hyukjae came out of the bathroom with a smug face, Heechul thought that maybe he should have saved the beer so he could throw it at him, but it was too late for that now. The redhead didn't say a word as he went up to the mirror in the hallway, poked around in his hair for a second, then buttoned his shirt (sloppy, uneven and stupid, Heechul thought) and then finally he got into his shoes and left.

Heechul considered shouting something mean. Maybe "AND NEVER COME BACK!" or "YOU ARE A WHORE!", but none of those made sense when he gave it a second thought, so he decided to go and occupy Donghae's bed. Maybe he'd smoke in it. And leave ashes on Donghae's pillow. And sleep naked.

"Heebu-.."

The cat was at home with unreasonable Sulli, Heechul remembered and cursed.

On the way to the bedroom, he stepped out of his jeans and fought with his shirt to get it over his head. Donghae had closed the bathroom door when Hyukjae left, Heechul thought he heard the sound of water. He was showering. Now the pillows would get all wet and..

"Yuck."

He climbed onto the bed, took off his socks with help from his toes only, and once again thought about sleeping naked. Not that it would help. Or maybe it would help. He decided that he'd get to a conclusion when Donghae was back. And wet. And in his underwear.

Ten minutes passed, approximately, he hadn't brought his cellphone so he'd counted the seconds in his head. It became messy after a while, so he figured he'd just count minutes. And now ten minutes (approximately) had passed. The shower went off and Heechul held his breath for no reason.

"Hyukjae left, didn't he?"

Heechul made a sound, he hoped it sounded somehow like 'yes'. He felt the mattress dip as Donghae slid down behind him, and decided that he shouldn't sleep naked. There wasn't a good enough reason to do it.

"Are you mad?"

He scooted closer, Heechul could feel his breath against his skin.

"Leave me alone."

Fingers sneaked up his arm, it felt nice but strange. Donghae left his hand to rest at Heechul's shoulder.

"Don't touch me."

"Don't be mad."

He felt the blonde curl up closer to him, felt his nose in his neck.

"I'm.. not mad."

Donghae chuckled, arm moving down to hold Heechul at the waist. It was comfortable. Donghae's chest was warm pressed flush to his back, his breath warm right beneath his ear and arm warm right below his chest.

"You're strange. And nice." Donghae mumbled against his skin, lips pressing down softly and Heechul didn't know if it was a nice or bad feeling. "And sweet."

Heechul ignored him, at least he tried to, the only thing that came to his mind was that those lips had been kissing that other stupid guy. Probably. He hadn't seen it with his own eyes but it most likely happened. There was a long silence, Donghae shifted and pulled Heechul closer and Heechul wanted to melt down into the mattress. He couldn't stay mad, he forgot what being mad even meant, because Donghae's body was hot and slightly damp and his breaths were slow and when Donghae cleared his throat, Heechul shuddered. He hated closeness.

"Why are you touching me?"

"Because I like you."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Donghae pressed another kiss to Heechul's neck. "I just do, I guess."

Heechul was out of questions and ignored the other until they both fell asleep.

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"Do you sleep with anyone when you're drunk?" Heechul wanted to ask, but he didn't. Instead he focused on figuring out exactly what he was eating. It looked somewhat like rice and some goo, but he wasn't sure. Either way he would probably get food poisoning from it, so he left it on the plate. Donghae didn't seem to mind, scooping up every last bit of it from his plate, then leaned over the table to take a spoonful from Heechul's.

"Not hungry?"

"I don't know what this is. Is it edible?"

"Want me to explain it to you?" A silly smile spread across his face.

"No, you can have it."

Heechul wasn't staring, he thought, he just kept watching Donghae eat. Because he wanted to. And Donghae looked good. And he found himself having feelings again.