This Is Just To Say
Disclaimer: William Carlos William
Warning: (kind of) Boys Love, a lot cursing, possibility of miss typo(s)
A HaeHyuk short drabble
A/n: I was on an 'Introduction to Poem' class today and got this super funny poem and suddenly wanted to write something about it. And yes, this is in English. God only knows how much I miss writing in English. Anyway, enjoy ^_^.
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Something wasn't right the first time Hyukjae opened his eyes. Pain suddenly welcomed him without any of his notice. Goddamn the headache! Hyukjae was never a morning person—not that he knew what time it was but hell he was sure that the sun then had shone through the wide window right above his eyes which unfortunately had its curtain opened.
"Fuck!" he cursed rather loudly. He hated that kind of situation when he didn't remember anything that would likely be the reasons of why he was having that headache in the morning. And he fucking hated headache a lot.
"Donghae!" as if awaken from his short amnesty; he sat himself up and called the name of his best friend right away, soon looked around the room he was in. Indeed, he looked for that certain fish called Lee Donghae. He remembered at least the last person that he recorded in mind was with him the night before.
No trace of human movement beside his in the room. Hyukjae had assumed what had happened though. They were celebrating for winning the first prize of the dance competition held by their college. Hyukjae made it clear that he didn't like drinking alcohol but it seemed that that day was the exception. He remembered drinking and it was a lot. Arrggh…! Hyukjae wanted to be grumpy for giving up his pride of being non-alcoholic person for twenty years just because of that but chose not to since it was already too late and it was partially his own fault, though he couldn't stop the urge of wanting to scold Donghae. He was the one with the idea of drinking. That was why.
"Aish, that stupid fish face!" Hyukjae messed up his own hair ignorantly when suddenly he realized there was a paper on his nightstand table. It was folded neatly with the pen above it. Was it Donghae the one putting it on?
Scrunching his nose in annoyance and curiosity, he picked the letter and began to read.
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Sincerely: LDH
Okay. That was weird. Just what fuck is the poem supposed to mean? Plums? What plums? Hyukjae didn't even remember that he had plums in the icebox. Just what the hell did that stupid fish face mean? It was as if Donghae tried to play around with him.
But then…
Hyukjae stopped his let-us-think-about-Donghae-stupidity mind when he realized that beside his head hurt like hell, there was another obvious pain in the other side of his body when he tried to move it.
Whoooa. Don't tell me!
Just why the hell is my butt hurt terribly like this? Hyukjae screamed in his head. He shook his head multiple times trying not to look down on his body. He was afraid. Yes, too frightened to be aware with all the facts he might have faced because he also only realized seconds before that he was barely clothed. He was naked like a newborn baby below his thick blanket. He was sweaty as fuck in this freaking cold morning and he felt something weird attached to his surrounding manhood. Fuck. . It was sticky as sperm. Hell, it was indeed sperm. Lee Fucking Donghae's sperm.
Oh yes he knew then what the PLUMS was supposed to mean. It was indeed the plums he had saved for twenty years all along. And that fucking Donghae had stolen it from him when he was very much drunk.
Hyukjae then didn't waste his time no more. He picked his phone and dialed the number he unconsciously remembered well in his head.
"Yeoboseyo, Hyukkie-ah. What's—"
"You fucking fish-tard. What were you doing to me last night, huh? I told you to fucking wait because I wasn't ready yet but you forced your way to me. YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD, Lee Donghae! Hello? Do you hear me?"
Tut tut tut tut tut…
"Hello? Donghae? You bastard hang up on me?"
Hyukjae cursed Donghae in his mind. He hated Lee Donghae, really. Why the hell did he take my virginity away?
It was actually not that bad.
But Hyukjae couldn't remember and Hyukjae hated it. He wanted to know how it felt but that fish face was such a horny bastard who couldn't be patient. And now he didn't remember a bit about his first sex ever.
Such a loss of plums Hyukjae had!
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That was super ugly fanfiction of mine, hahaha. I'm matured a bit so I tried to write something more than just kissy-kissy but it fails, I think. I can't even think about the rated scene, kkk. Anyway, mind giving me review for this super idiotic fic? ^_^