He Never Cries - SuJu

There's never any questions when it happens.

There's never any qualms about the time, about the place.

When Leeteuk's door slowly opens, and the eldest of the group glances up at the intruder, glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose, he doesn't blink.

He merely smiles sadly, lets his book fall to the side, and opens his arms for the younger man, Donghae rushing into the embrace immediately.

He feels the younger male's shoulders shake with quiet sobs, winding his arms around the singer's torso and pulling him closer to his chest, stroking his hair and murmuring soft words of comfort.

It still haunts him, to Leeteuk's dismay, but it was normal. Donghae had lost the man most important to him, the man who'd raised him and cared for him. He'd lost the man who'd loved him more than anyone else.

It was only fair that the leader be understanding and caring when it came to this.

When it came to Donghae's rare meltdowns, it would never matter what time it was, what day it was, or what Leeteuk was doing.

He'd promised the younger male's father that he would take care of him, and he never intended to break it.

As the leader of Super Junior, he would never turn any of his boys away.
Especially not Donghae.

Even when the younger leans up, shakily pressing his mouth to his own, Leeteuk doesn't pull away, nor does he do anything to stop him. He merely stays there, arms still wound around the younger male, feeling his lips move against his own.

"Hyung.." It breaks his heart, hearing Donghae's usually strong voice choke halfway like that, trailing off at the end. "Hyung.." There's a pleading tone to it, making it hard for Leeteuk to pull away.

So he responds instead, giving into the younger male's pleads, leaning forward to slide his lips against the other's, earning a whimper in response.

He's careful about it, his movements slow and deliberate, unsure of what the younger male really wanted at the moment, giving in to his whims.

There's another whimper, a shakier one, that makes Leeteuk shudder, pushing closer to Donghae and holding him tighter against him.

Arms wind around his waist, and Leeteuk feels the other press closer, putting more force into the actions, wanting the leader to respond more.

He wants Leeteuk to distract him from the pain of it all, to take it away and help him deal with the loss of his father.

This wasn't the way they usually did this, but they would be lying if they said it hadn't happened before.

Sometimes calm, hushed words and embraces aren't enough.

Sometimes it needed more.