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Title: My So-Called Fairytale
Author: Trish
Rating: R (subject to change)
Pairing: HyukHae (mainly, various others)
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: He'd once been told that his love story was like a fairytale but you don't end up with broken hearts in fairytales.
Comments: I'm sorry that it's taken me forever to write this chapter! I didn't have the will to write for awhile there. XD Thanks to everyone who is reading and for being patient with me! A little twist of point of views to come in the next chapter! Ooooh~ Possibly from HyukJae's point of view? :> We'll see~
Previous Chapters: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Nearly a month passed and once again, everything seemed so blissfully normal. If anything, and if it was even possible, the passion between HyukJae and I grew. The sex was deeper and simple kisses felt like a pleasant burn against my flesh. HyukJae still had a that affect on me like when we first started dating. It left me wanting more of him in the most deep way possible.

I had smiled to myself the morning of the February 11th, remembering that it had been this day five years ago when HyukJae had kissed me for the first time. It was a silly and juvenile thought but I didn't care. It made me happy, made me feel like I had really found my place with someone. The sheets next to me rustled and I felt him press a soft kiss to my bare shoulder, a soft purr resonating from the back of his throat. The kisses traveled along me shoulder, up the side of my neck and across my jaw until our lips finally met. The next hour was a blissful blur of pleasure that left us both trembling and panting in the sheets.

I jumped into the shower with him a little while later, hurrying to get ready for the schedule I had that day. We hadn't realized that our morning romp was going to make us late and that left no time for both of us to shower separately. Not that either one of us was complaining about sharing the shower either.

I was right in the middle of brushing my teeth when I heard HyukJae's phone ringing in the bedroom and two seconds later he answered it with a cheerful 'yoboseyo'. I poked my head out of the bathroom, toothbrush coming to a stop in my mouth as I listened, not really planning on eavesdropping entirely. When nothing interesting seemed to be said during the conversation, I shrugged and went back to brushing my teeth. Once I was finished, I changed from the towel wrapped around my waist to the boxers, pants and socks sitting on the shelf on the opposite wall. I hadn't picked out a shirt yet and as I made my way over to the closet, I bumped my lover playfully.

"Who was that on the phone?" I asked, smiling lightly.

"Ah just umma...she wants me and you to come over for dinner tonight." He shrugged faintly, pulling a blue Hollister shirt over his head. "I told her that we had the time tonight...so I hope you do. She wants us there at seven."

I ran through the schedule in my head. "Yeah I don't think I have anything going on other then practice after Music Core today so I'm free."

"Good...then just take clothes and whatnot with you so we can shower at the studio and then take off from there."

"Aye, aye captain." A mock salute followed my words and I grinned cheekily.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled back against his chest. "You're still a brat, even now." HyukJae grinned softly as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I'll see you later. Love you."

"Yeah later. Love you, too." A quick kiss was exchanged before he let me go and headed out.

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We arrived at HyukJae's parent's home a little after seven that night and immediately my stomach tightened uncomfortably. HyukJae hadn't explained to me exactly why I was invited to come, only that he needed me to be there. I didn't bother to question him because a small voice in the back of my head warned me not to do so. Now I was wishing that I had done otherwise.

There was no knocking and waiting at the door, of course. HyukJae was their child of course and even if no one was home, he had a key. We went inside right away and I heard voices and small laughter from the den of the house. Hanging up our coats and putting our shoes in the closet near the door, I gave HyukJae a small smile as we made our way into the den. My eyes searched the faces of the eight occupants. HyukJae's parents, his elder sister Sora with her husband and their twin girls and then two women no older then myself that I didn't know. The nagging in the pit of my stomach grew worse and I took a breath to attempt calming my nerves.

HyukJae's mother was the first to approach me.

"It's been forever since we've seen you, DongHaeyah." She smiled brightly, kissing my cheek in the maternal way that she always had.

"Mian mian, umma. I've been really busy lately." She'd always insisted that I call her umma, just as SungMin and JunSu had.

"Surely when it settles down to see us, you'll come visit more often, ne?" Her eyes crinkled slightly as she smiled and I retured it.

"Of course. I promise."

She gave me a bright smile and took my elbow as she led me into the living room to sit with the rest of the group. HyukJae had already found a seat near his sister and one of the twins had crawled into his lap. I had to smile because he'd always been good with kids and they seemed to adore him. That was no exception with the two little girls in the room.

Introductions were made and I came to find out that the two girls in the room were MiYeon and JinHee. The buzz of conversation went on around me but I was too lost in my own thoughts to catch anything that anyone was saying. I barely realized that we were being ushered into the dining room a few minutes later and when HyukJae nudged me with an elbow, I snapped back to reality and apologized.

And then I wished that he'd just left me lost in my thoughts.

"So have you decided who your best man is going to be?"

I nearly choked on the kimbap in my mouth. "Mian mian..." I apologized weakly through a few small coughs to clear my throat. I tried to avoid the eyes that were on me.

HyukJae's father continued. "The wedding is only a couple months from now."

"I know..."

Each word he said burned deeper into my mind and I could feel my throat tightening and my stomach clenching painfully.

"MiYeon's already chosen JinHee as her maid of honor..."

I couldn't take it anymore.

Standing almost too quickly, I excused myself from the table and made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside, I closed the door and leaned against it, my eyes burning for the want to cry. I couldn't remember the last time I had cried because up until now, I'd had no reason. With no concept of time at this point, I wasn't sure how long I'd spent in the bathroom but a small knock on the door caught my attention. I didn't want to answer it, fearing that HyukJae was on the other side and I wasn't entirely sure if I would throw myself at him and beg him to leave or throw a punch at him. He'd been lying to me the entire time.

"DongHaeyah...open up, please?"

It was Sora.

Opening the door a few moments later, after I had collected myself somewhat, I opened the door and stepped out, coming face to face with the older woman. It was hard to read her expression but her eyes showed the smallest hint of sympathy in them.

"Come on...I want to talk to you." She muttered as she took hold of my elbow and led me away from the bathroom.

The night was clear and cool on the back veranda and I crossed my arms over my chest in a vain attempt to block the chill air. My back rested against the rail of the deck and I looked over to Sora as she placed her hands on the top of the wooden rail. The silence between us was near deafening and I wasn't sure if she was actually going to speak anytime soon or not. The phone attached to belt around my waist buzzed, signaling that I had a text message. It amazed me that even years later, we all used text messaging to get ahold of each other. I took the liberty of checking the message and a sense of relief washed over me. It was HeeChul, asking if I was busy and if I wasn't, he wanted to see me. I sent him one back, telling him to come get me and where I was and to be as fast as possible. Once the phone was attached back to my belt, Sora finally spoke.

"DongHaeyah...I know that you're in love with my brother...I've known for a really long time." Her gaze cut to me and she gave me a small smile. "HyukJae never had to directly tell me...it was obvious to everyone except my parents. They're entirely too jaded by religion and their expectations of him that they'd not realize what the situation was if it slapped them in the faces." A small sigh escaped her lips and she ran a hand through her long dark hair before continuing. "Just for the record...I'm glad that you've made him happy all these years but...you didn't actually believe he'd be with you forever did you?"

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her question had suddenly pushed me into a segment of doubt and I had to think about the words that I would speak.

"There's a difference between reality and fantasy and I realize that, nuna but..." My eyes closed and I rubbed at the back of my neck. "I wanted to believe that if he really loved me that he'd find someway to make it right. Someway to be with me. I know it's foolish...but there's no harm in hoping, right?"

"No. There's no harm in hoping for something that you really want. But DongHae...you have to realize that these obligations that HyukJae has...he has no choice. He doesn't want to be cast out of the family and you can't hold that against him." Sora touched my arm gently. "And if you really do love him and you truly do care for him then you need to understand that. You need to let go and let him do what he has to do. If my parents were satisfied with just my girls then I wouldn't be telling you this but they're not. They want children that carry on the family name and their bloodline. As old fashion and eighteenth century as that sounds...they are still Korean. I'm sure your family would feel the same way if you were the only male child in the family."

Deep in the back of my mind, I knew that she was right and even though I didn't want to digest and understand everything that she was saying, I seemingly had no choice. I trembled faintly and it was clear that she could feel it because just seconds later, she hugged me tightly and whispered her apologies. She was sincere and I knew that so I merely nodded, forcing myself to return the hug.

Once we were back inside the dining room, I apologized profusely to HyukJae's parents, making up some story that my friend was having an emergency and he needed me. Almost as if on cue, I heard a car pull into the driveway. Offering one more apology, not even sparing HyukJae a glance I was out of the house. I don't think that I've ever been more relieved to see HeeChul and KiBum in my life and I hopped into the back seat telling them to get me the hell away from that place.

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I was half toasted by the time midnight rolled around and I don't think that KiBum was doing much better but both of us had learned how to hold our alcohol better then when we were younger. However, the booze was enough that I poured my entire heart and soul to them in a rush of words, as if my mouth had opened and I spewed everything in five seconds flat. I felt KiBum's hand against my back, rubbing it soothingly and speaking comforting words to me. HeeChul, on the other hand, was far less compassionate.

"I told you years ago that it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him, DongHae. Why don't you ever listen to me." He sounded almost bitter enough for the both of us.

"Yah yah...give him a break, hyung." KiBum spoke up before I had the chance. "He's obviously in a bad way because of this."

He was right.

"I don't know, hyung. I guess it was that age old tale of being blinded by love." I groaned faintly, letting my head fall against the table. I was glad that we weren't in public but in the comfort of HeeChul's apartment.

"Well...maybe you'll have learned a lesson and that's to listen to your hyungs." He snorted, throwing back another shot of SoJu.

I tuned him out, drinking to my heart's content until I was passed out on the table.
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