Synopsis: Donghae hides a cake for Hyukjae thinking that he won't know it's from him, but when Hyukjae figures it out, what will happen?
So, yesterday was my birthday! ^o^ Sweet Se7enteen, I am. I thought about writing a short crack fic for it, but I wasn't feeling it, so I wrote this instead. It's three hours past my birthday because I was too busy celebrating to write this any sooner. ^^ Good times. Anyway, please read and enjoy! ^ ^ / (Now that I no longer have a Saturday fic deadline to meet, you know what this means? Guilt-free one-shots! WOO! *w*)
Donghae put the final candle into the cake, perfectly symmetrical with the rest of them, careful not to disrupt the spiral pattern of glazed strawberries atop the supposedly delicious cake beneath. He carried it into Hyukjae's room and placed it carefully on his bed. After he was pleased with its position, he smiled, nodded once, and went back to his room to go to sleep.
He had left no note, no card, nothing that would lead back to him. Together with everyone else earlier in the day, he'd given a gift to Hyukjae and celebrated his birthday. He had even called him to congratulate him - but this was something that he gave anonymously - a mysterious cake that had been summoned out of the rift as far as Hyukjae would know.
He smiled, pleased with his own cleverness, and closed his eyes, snuggled into his pillow with his blanket snugly tucked in around him. There was no way that Hyukjae could possibly know that it was from him. No way whatsoever.
"Hey, wake up."
"Five more minutes," he moaned, rolling over. "I'll get dressed fast."
"Stupid," the voice laughed. "It's like four in the morning."
Donghae blinked a few times and slowly emerged from his somniferous daze. He looked over his shoulder and saw Hyukjae standing there, holding up the cake he'd left him and wearing an amused expression.
"This from you?" he said, his lips curling into a smile. Donghae sunk down lower beneath his blanket and narrowed his eyes.
"Maybe," he said, knowing his tone really meant yes.
Hyukjae laughed. "You left me a cake?"
"Maybe." He coughed and sat up. "How did you know?"
"Gut feeling. Why didn't you just say so?"
"Because..." Donghae shrugged. "Isn't it kind of embarrassing?"
"I'm not embarrassed. You wanted to celebrate with me more? That's cute."
"It's cute?" Donghae smiled.
"Yeah. Do you have matches?"
"But," Donghae said, starting to laugh. "It's not your birthday anymore."
"Eh, close enough. Do you have matches?"
"Yeah." Hyukjae set the cake down and disappeared, saying he was going to get plates and forks. Donghae found a box of matches and sat down again, laughing at himself in his head. Hyukjae returned and closed the door behind him.
"I like strawberries," he said, sitting down slowly on his bed to not upset the cake.
"I know you do," Donghae said and blushed. He quickly looked down and lit a match. Hyukjae reached back and turned off the light as Donghae lit the candles. When all twenty-two were lit, and he'd gone through three matches, he smiled at Hyukjae.
"Aren't you going to sing it?"
Donghae blushed. "Must I?"
"You have to."
"But I already did."
"I don't care, I want to hear you sing it. Just you."
Donghae cleared his throat. "Fine." He sang the happy birthday song to him quietly, meeting his eyes every few seconds, but mostly looking at the candles because he was feeling self conscious, and Hyukjae blew out the candles when he was done. They turned on the lights again, and cut slices of the cake out.
"By the way, I like you. You know that, right?"
"No." Donghae blushed. "I like you too."
Hyukjae held out a forkful of cake to Donghae. After a second, what Hyukjae was doing dawned on him and he opened his mouth, blushing furiously. Hyukjae slipped the fork into Donghae's mouth and smiled.
"Happy Un-birthday, Donghae."