TammyTheDevil03

On Monday night, Eunhyuk really couldn't sleep. He turned over and squeezed his eyes shut, but his mind was being stubborn and refused to quit racing. All he could think about as he lay on his back staring at the ceiling was Lee Donghae. He kept seeing the way his hands swept up and down his front and how his hair fell in his face, sticking with sweat and flushed from the exercise. He couldn't stop thinking of Donghae's hipbones that seemed to tease him as they slipped in and out of view as the hem of Donghae's shirt slid over them. He remembered his large hands and envisioned them sliding over his own neck and down his chest and he just coul

1 Out of fifty plus auditions, Eunhyuk really thought there should've been more than two dancers that fit their criteria. Alas, the only two people who had actually passed their auditions were seated across the room from the table he was sitting at. The rather loud, feminine one was chattering cheerfully to the man next to him, who did not look like he was paying attention at all. The quieter man, when he had spoken his name and how long he'd been dancing. Eunhyuk thought he could have been Chinese. More than a few people had come to try out in the hour and a half Eunhyuk and his best friend Sungmin had been holding these auditions. A few o

It was stuffy in Eunhyuk's room, and the ceiling fan turned lazily, not even bothering to push around the stale air like it was supposed to.  Inconsistent sounds of snoring drifted from the beds around him, frustrating him. It was four AM and Eunhyuk should have been able to sleep peacefully like his band-mates.  After tossing and turning to no avail, he sighed, kicking away the sheets tangled around his legs, and hoisted himself up to sit on his bed. He pulled an old tee and then a sweatshirt over his head, yanked on a pair of sneakers, and silently slipped out of his dorm. The night was rather cold, breath coming out in white puffs of mois