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sapphoatsunsetTitle: Fear and Trying to Grow Up Don’t Quite Mix
Author: beililee
Rating: PG for language
Pairing: Donghae X Donghae
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #65 - Grip (11 of 100)
Word Count: 242
A/N: 100 Fic Archive
Author: beililee
Rating: PG for language
Pairing: Donghae X Donghae
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #65 - Grip (11 of 100)
Word Count: 242
A/N: 100 Fic Archive
“Come on Donghae. Get a grip. It’s only a shadow. Only a shadow. No need for the foil hat you lost yesterday.” The boy whimpered, the shadow on the wall looking frighteningly just like the ones on the alien movies he loved so, the ones that always appeared before the heroine was almost eaten alive by a teeth-gnashing, blood-sucking, slime-spitting alien of doom. It took all he had just to contain the insane desire to run down the hall and climb in bed with either Eeteuk or Shindong, either of whom would lovingly stroke away his fears.
“But you have to grow up sometime Donghae.” Kangin’s words echoed in his mind, and Donghae resolutely stayed put, shaking in his boots but not moving a single inch. The man gripped his sheets, knuckles turning white with his terror, breathing shaky as he continued an attempt to convince himself that twenty some odd years of belief that aliens did indeed exist and were out to kill us all, that all those years were all wrong. It wasn’t working however, and he started tearing up, muttering to himself and aliens, the need for foil hats, and where the hell was his star to save him, damn it!
He spent the night that way, a weeping mess of fear, and first thing in the morning he ran from his room to the living room where he wasn’t alone and other people could be victims before him.
“But you have to grow up sometime Donghae.” Kangin’s words echoed in his mind, and Donghae resolutely stayed put, shaking in his boots but not moving a single inch. The man gripped his sheets, knuckles turning white with his terror, breathing shaky as he continued an attempt to convince himself that twenty some odd years of belief that aliens did indeed exist and were out to kill us all, that all those years were all wrong. It wasn’t working however, and he started tearing up, muttering to himself and aliens, the need for foil hats, and where the hell was his star to save him, damn it!
He spent the night that way, a weeping mess of fear, and first thing in the morning he ran from his room to the living room where he wasn’t alone and other people could be victims before him.
