[ fic ] more or less | 5-8
B1A4 | cnu/jinyoung, jinyoung/sandeul (past) | G | 400 w
a love story (it sort of is and it sort of isn't)
written in a series of drabbles that can stand alone or together.
five
They end up in the same room together, just the two of them. It’s quiet.
They’ve never been like Junghwan or Sunwoo, constant chatter and constant antics. Dongwoo especially, it’s his job (he feels, and no one ever disagrees) to be a calm, quiet presence.
Right now, he’s quiet but he’s not calm.
It’s the first time they’ve been left alone in a while. He’s not sure if he has nothing to say or if he just doesn’t know how to start. All he knows is that it feels unnatural, painful. Dongwoo catches Jinyoung’s gaze.
Are they even friends anymore?
six
“I was jealous, you know.”
It’s a strangely sedate conversation, Junghwan and Dongwoo talking casually, lazily. They’re in the van together, waiting for something (their lives, they’re always either waiting or running).
“I’m sorry,” Dongwoo says after a moment, the words feel soggy, heavy.
Junghwan laughs. “Why?”
Dongwoo thinks the sound of his laugh is nice, makes the air gentler. “Was there ever anything to be sorry for?”
He shakes his head and he thinks: Junghwan is a better person than he is. Open and fearless even when he’s pushed, even when he’s hurt. He should be more like that.
seven
“I’m sorry.”
It’s been so long that he can’t remember what the fight was about. Eventually they just went forward, pretending that nothing happened while barely speaking and avoiding each other’s gaze. He’s not sure it was his fault (they were probably equally at fault) but he can’t help but feel that there’s a lot to be sorry for.
If nothing else, he’s sorry for thinking of Jinyoung only as his lover and not as his friend.
He’s trying to put it into words, about to speak, when Jinyoung slips his hand behind his neck and pulls him in.
“Idiot.”
eight
Everyone knows immediately. Dongwoo feels bad that he let his feelings drag down the group. It’s inconsiderate, it’s unprofessional-Jinyoung flicks his forehead and it hurts. Dongwoo rubs at his forehead, he’s sure it left a mark.
“Stop it,” Jinyoung’s voice is firm and demanding, even though Dongwoo is pretty sure he feels the same way. He’s just better at moving on.
Moving on, he’s pretty sure the rest of them excused themselves consciously, to give him and Jinyoung time alone. Dongwoo takes Jinyoung’s hand into his, holds one hand in both of his…not shy exactly, but not bold.
“…and?”
a love story (it sort of is and it sort of isn't)
written in a series of drabbles that can stand alone or together.
five
They end up in the same room together, just the two of them. It’s quiet.
They’ve never been like Junghwan or Sunwoo, constant chatter and constant antics. Dongwoo especially, it’s his job (he feels, and no one ever disagrees) to be a calm, quiet presence.
Right now, he’s quiet but he’s not calm.
It’s the first time they’ve been left alone in a while. He’s not sure if he has nothing to say or if he just doesn’t know how to start. All he knows is that it feels unnatural, painful. Dongwoo catches Jinyoung’s gaze.
Are they even friends anymore?
six
“I was jealous, you know.”
It’s a strangely sedate conversation, Junghwan and Dongwoo talking casually, lazily. They’re in the van together, waiting for something (their lives, they’re always either waiting or running).
“I’m sorry,” Dongwoo says after a moment, the words feel soggy, heavy.
Junghwan laughs. “Why?”
Dongwoo thinks the sound of his laugh is nice, makes the air gentler. “Was there ever anything to be sorry for?”
He shakes his head and he thinks: Junghwan is a better person than he is. Open and fearless even when he’s pushed, even when he’s hurt. He should be more like that.
seven
“I’m sorry.”
It’s been so long that he can’t remember what the fight was about. Eventually they just went forward, pretending that nothing happened while barely speaking and avoiding each other’s gaze. He’s not sure it was his fault (they were probably equally at fault) but he can’t help but feel that there’s a lot to be sorry for.
If nothing else, he’s sorry for thinking of Jinyoung only as his lover and not as his friend.
He’s trying to put it into words, about to speak, when Jinyoung slips his hand behind his neck and pulls him in.
“Idiot.”
eight
Everyone knows immediately. Dongwoo feels bad that he let his feelings drag down the group. It’s inconsiderate, it’s unprofessional-Jinyoung flicks his forehead and it hurts. Dongwoo rubs at his forehead, he’s sure it left a mark.
“Stop it,” Jinyoung’s voice is firm and demanding, even though Dongwoo is pretty sure he feels the same way. He’s just better at moving on.
Moving on, he’s pretty sure the rest of them excused themselves consciously, to give him and Jinyoung time alone. Dongwoo takes Jinyoung’s hand into his, holds one hand in both of his…not shy exactly, but not bold.
“…and?”