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HaeHyuk One-shot: He Snores, But He's Yours

Title: He Snores, But He's Yours
Length: One-shot / 1122
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Pairing: Donghae / Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Eunhyuk has to deal with Donghae's snoring.


HOLA FROM BRAZIL!


LOL. :'D I am so sorry about this title...it sounds like crack, doesn't it? It's serious! I might have written this while I was being kept awake by a snoring person. I thought..."How would Eunhae deal? = =", and that might be how this was born. I DO NOT THINK THAT DONGHAE REALLY SNORES, AHAHAH~! He doesn't look like the snoring type. but who knows? I also do not endorse sleeping with a snoring person. Sleep separately for the sake of your health if it bothers you!

Also, yay for my first true 2nd-person piece of fiction!

One final note...I may not answer comments unless you have a question while I am in Brazil, because the internet is slow (takes a LONG time to load a comment reply for some reason =\) So...Since I'm only here for a while, I would rather spend the time in the jungle ^^; ...But I really, really appreciate each and every comment you guys leave me. They really encourage me!!! ^^ <3
CHYEEEAAAHHHHHH THE INTERNET BEHAVED and so I answered! XD

A more final final note...I am blogging about Brazil on my personal journal, if any of you are interested and haven't seen it yet. =o It's not friend-locked.

Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /

(You = Eunhyuk, he/him = Donghae)

He Snores, But He's Yours

You're lying awake on your side, watching him resentfully as he sleeps with his mouth open and wondering how he doesn't wake himself up with how loudly he's snoring. Like a foghorn, a regular disturbance that you find impossible to ignore. Every time you get close to falling asleep, he'll take a catching, rattling breath and then snore especially loudly. When did he get like this?

You wonder how the other members can't hear it all through the dorm. You almost hope that one of them wakes up and comes to your rescue.

But that won't happen. It's up to you to bear the noise alone. You've finally given up sleeping, and you're wiling away the time watching his chest rise and fall, and wondering exactly how he is producing such an obnoxious sound.

And he's so oblivious. Oblivious of the suffering he's causing you, oblivious of the sleep he's depriving you of. He's threatening to leave you with huge bags under your eyes in the morning, and he's sleeping so soundly doing it. So soundly, in fact, that you can't bear to wake him up. At least one of you is getting a restful night's sleep, right?

Still, you miss the days when he didn't do this. When you slept holding him close, instead of on "your side" of the bed, when he slept wrapped around you, instead of lying on his back snoring. You miss the days when love was too young to set aside, when there was no "cuddle time" and "sleep time."

You look at him, and think of how old he's gotten - sure, twenty-three is pretty young - but it's been a long time since you've met him and fallen in love.

Love. You sigh. Really the only thing keeping you from pushing him off of the bed carelessly and kicking him out of your room. He's more than just faults, after all, and that's why you love him. You think of all the shared smiles, whispers, talks, and looks with him, all the sweet nothings and I love yous, all the briefest touches shared between you as well as the deeper and sweeter moments. All of the hours spent in his arms, just existing, loving him and knowing that you're loved by him, too. All of the highs reached with him, the pinnacles of your intimacy and affection. All of the successes of Super Junior celebrated with him, when everything in your world is perfect and the only thing for you to feel is bliss.

All of the beginnings, the works in progress, and the ends. The ends have all been welcome, haven't they? The end to shyness, awkward stages, figuring out how to have a healthy relationship, how to love one another and protect one another. The end to a few unspeakably awful hairstyles, you think and laugh silently.

And you think of all the times that he's been your friend before your lover. He's always been there to listen to you deeply, to relate to you and understand you. Even the few times when he couldn't understand, he tried his best to. He's always been there to support you and cheer you on, and he's taken your whining and complaining with a grain of salt and an amused smile.

Isn't that what a lover is for? To understand you and know you completely and still want to sleep next to you when he gets the chance. To love you completely, even though you yourself have innumerable faults. And isn't that what your job as his lover is? To accept him and love him even when his body is driving you crazy with its incessant snoring?

You almost laugh, and even though you've thought all of that, the next time he snores with a sudden extreme loudness, you roll onto him and wake him up by kissing his bottom lip and then biting it gently.

"Wha?" he moans quietly, waking up and stretching. "S'time?"

"You're snoring," you say, cringing a little at the harshness of your voice.

"Sorry," he says, surprised, and halts in mid-stretch.

"Not sorry enough," you say, letting a laugh creep into your voice this time, and you jab him hard between the ribs. The last of your resentment melts away as he yelps quietly in pain and then laughs. You still love him enough that you don't want to hurt him.

"I'm sorry," he says earnestly. He sighs and puts his hands around your waist, that familiar and still welcome touch. "Do you want me to go back to my room?"

"No, stay," you say quickly, almost surprising yourself. You lower your head onto his shoulder and then kiss his throat, the same throat that has kept you up for hours. But it's also the throat that he sustains his life with: he eats, drinks, and breathes through it, and you're grateful for all of it. You don't know what you would do without him, and so really, you're lucky that he's around to snore and remind you that he's alive with it. And you can't help but smile at the beauty of your hearts beating in sync next to each other.

"I love you," you sigh and nuzzle your face against his neck.

"I love you too," he says and rolls onto his side, forcing you onto yours. He slips his fingers beneath your waistband and keeps them over your hip, just because he can and he's the only one whom you allow to touch you there like that. You caress the side of his face, and you can just see him looking at you until you put your thumb lightly over his eyelid. He's so trusting. You leave his face and weave your fingers through his silky hair, and then finally let your hand rest against his neck.

"Fall asleep," he whispers, adjusting his position and then cradling you against him. "That way I won't bother you."

"Fine," you whisper back, accepting his compromise. You know you'll be able to do it. You can fall asleep first like this, with his quietly reassuring touch and concern for you. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry," he says again.

"Eh," you say, snuggling into him and sighing. He may snore, but it's not like he means to. It isn't his fault at all. And he's lovely, and handsome, and kind, and he loves you enough to wait for you to fall asleep to try to fall back asleep himself. He has a whole score of other virtues. He's everything and more that you could want. And he loves you. "I've decided that it's okay."

"Alright," he laughs. "Have sweet dreams."

"You too..." you breathe, your eyelids already growing heavy in the beautiful silence.
Tags: genre: fluff, genre: romance, length: one-shot, pairing: donghae / eunhyuk, rating: pg-13
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