it feels like i don't know you
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doojoon feels like they're two completely different individuals. Him and Dongwoon. Maybe it was because of the age difference. Or not.
It was the night before their comeback stage and for some awful reason doojoon feels like he's at loss for something that didn't even seem to exist. There's only one solution and as the leader, doojoon should be more responsible but what the heck, being eldest doesn't equate to leader. Junhyung likes organized and tidy. He should be the leader.
He lets those thoughts drift away with the wind that blew past him. Maybe it's nice to just lie down here and let the wind actually push you down, Doojoon thinks, his mind not in his head for a second but he feels a sudden push and hears a deep voice.
Dongwoon.
Of all people to encounter in this freaking street to go to that freaking bar, it was freaking Dongwoon. What in the world, did Doojoon do to receive such punishment?
“Why are you here?”
“I've been meaning to ask you the same thing.”
“Hyung.” Doojoon demanded.
“Okay......Hyung.”
“Now go home.”
Doojoon's walking and he knows he sent Dongwoon away but why is he grinning like a kid beside him in the bar, stopping to ask for some alcoholic beverage that no one in their right mind would consume as their first alcoholic drink. Doojoon thinks so anyway or maybe it's just Dongwoon that he's worried for. A lot.
He steals the glass from his hands and drinks it in one go. It was okay until the world started shaking and the maknae's face became a blur. They were sitting too which was odd because Doojoon didn't have memories of the events in between the back then and now.
He was about to fall off his stool when the younger one catches him. He doesn't appreciate the new haircut he's sporting but he sort off likes it now when they're a lot closer. Inches. Centimeters.
Doojoon was kissing Dongwoon. In a public place, nonetheless. No one seemed to care anyway or at least Doojoon thinks so. When and why dongwoon started kissing back, he didn't know but he was and he doesn't see that as a problem unless the guy wasn't drunk.
Was Doojoon drunk to begin with anyway? Did he want this? Maybe he is and maybe he does. Who knows. Not even he knows the answers.
It was morning. It was a bad smelling morning to start the day then it hits him. Comeback stage today. Must prepare. He stands up and makes a run for it, only to be stopped by a grunting noise and a distant 'ow' from the sidewalk.
Dongwoon hit his head on the cement floor but before he can reach out and rub the aching spot, doojoon pulls him by the hand and they race through time hand in hand.
Junhyung welcomes them with his might scolding. Who knew that it was already past 12. who knew Dongwoon can drink so much? Who knew that he was a good kisser? Who knew that this headache and that previous thought would make Doojoon think more about it? (equal to more headache. Just his luck.)
They hurriedly took a bath except there was always a problem with Junhyung and his leadership skills if you can call it that.
“Take a bath at the same time. It'd save you both the time. See you in the broadcasting station.”
So there they were, standing in front of the shower room, contemplating on whether they should or shouldn't follow his advice.
“Junhyung Hyung is right. We'd save time if we do that and there's no malice right? I mean, I've seen you in your underwear, Hyung.” Dongwoon laughed a hollow and nervous laugh and swallowed hard before asking again. “Right?”
“Yeah. Of course. Go get your things prepared, I'll be.......right here.”
Doojoon started first because who the hell knows what he'll do if he suddenly sees him naked, he'd fuck him right then and there.
Dongwoon is pure, young and innocent. He tells himself repeatedly like a magic spell of some sort so that he won't lay a finger on the maknae again but there he was standing a feet away from him, wide-eyed and naked.
He dropped something but Doojoon was too busy to mind whatever that was.
“.......The water's a bit cold.” He managed to speak out.
No reply was said and only his rushed footsteps to his direction was heard. Dongwoon is unpredictable, spontaneous and he gets what he wants.
And he does, indeed.
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the prompt was supposed to go exactly like the first two, three sentences then i just went whatever. and i did not proof read, like i said i wrote it like whatever :P
doojoon feels like they're two completely different individuals. Him and Dongwoon. Maybe it was because of the age difference. Or not.
It was the night before their comeback stage and for some awful reason doojoon feels like he's at loss for something that didn't even seem to exist. There's only one solution and as the leader, doojoon should be more responsible but what the heck, being eldest doesn't equate to leader. Junhyung likes organized and tidy. He should be the leader.
He lets those thoughts drift away with the wind that blew past him. Maybe it's nice to just lie down here and let the wind actually push you down, Doojoon thinks, his mind not in his head for a second but he feels a sudden push and hears a deep voice.
Dongwoon.
Of all people to encounter in this freaking street to go to that freaking bar, it was freaking Dongwoon. What in the world, did Doojoon do to receive such punishment?
“Why are you here?”
“I've been meaning to ask you the same thing.”
“Hyung.” Doojoon demanded.
“Okay......Hyung.”
“Now go home.”
Doojoon's walking and he knows he sent Dongwoon away but why is he grinning like a kid beside him in the bar, stopping to ask for some alcoholic beverage that no one in their right mind would consume as their first alcoholic drink. Doojoon thinks so anyway or maybe it's just Dongwoon that he's worried for. A lot.
He steals the glass from his hands and drinks it in one go. It was okay until the world started shaking and the maknae's face became a blur. They were sitting too which was odd because Doojoon didn't have memories of the events in between the back then and now.
He was about to fall off his stool when the younger one catches him. He doesn't appreciate the new haircut he's sporting but he sort off likes it now when they're a lot closer. Inches. Centimeters.
Doojoon was kissing Dongwoon. In a public place, nonetheless. No one seemed to care anyway or at least Doojoon thinks so. When and why dongwoon started kissing back, he didn't know but he was and he doesn't see that as a problem unless the guy wasn't drunk.
Was Doojoon drunk to begin with anyway? Did he want this? Maybe he is and maybe he does. Who knows. Not even he knows the answers.
It was morning. It was a bad smelling morning to start the day then it hits him. Comeback stage today. Must prepare. He stands up and makes a run for it, only to be stopped by a grunting noise and a distant 'ow' from the sidewalk.
Dongwoon hit his head on the cement floor but before he can reach out and rub the aching spot, doojoon pulls him by the hand and they race through time hand in hand.
Junhyung welcomes them with his might scolding. Who knew that it was already past 12. who knew Dongwoon can drink so much? Who knew that he was a good kisser? Who knew that this headache and that previous thought would make Doojoon think more about it? (equal to more headache. Just his luck.)
They hurriedly took a bath except there was always a problem with Junhyung and his leadership skills if you can call it that.
“Take a bath at the same time. It'd save you both the time. See you in the broadcasting station.”
So there they were, standing in front of the shower room, contemplating on whether they should or shouldn't follow his advice.
“Junhyung Hyung is right. We'd save time if we do that and there's no malice right? I mean, I've seen you in your underwear, Hyung.” Dongwoon laughed a hollow and nervous laugh and swallowed hard before asking again. “Right?”
“Yeah. Of course. Go get your things prepared, I'll be.......right here.”
Doojoon started first because who the hell knows what he'll do if he suddenly sees him naked, he'd fuck him right then and there.
Dongwoon is pure, young and innocent. He tells himself repeatedly like a magic spell of some sort so that he won't lay a finger on the maknae again but there he was standing a feet away from him, wide-eyed and naked.
He dropped something but Doojoon was too busy to mind whatever that was.
“.......The water's a bit cold.” He managed to speak out.
No reply was said and only his rushed footsteps to his direction was heard. Dongwoon is unpredictable, spontaneous and he gets what he wants.
And he does, indeed.
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the prompt was supposed to go exactly like the first two, three sentences then i just went whatever. and i did not proof read, like i said i wrote it like whatever :P