[FIC] Beautiful Mess
Title: Beautiful Mess
Author: cheecharon
Pairing: JunSeung
Genre: Crack because I think I was on crack when I wrote this O__o
Rating: PG [?]
Notes: I tried writing angst, so enjoy!
Sometimes, he just wants to punch Junhyung in the face and leave him there knocked out of his wits. It already took a lot of his needle-thin patience when Junhyung violently woke him up that morning, not because of any important shit they have to go to but only because the breakfast the nagging rapper prepared would get cold.
He remembered covering his face with the nearest pillow, but the younger just yanked it away and started hitting him with it while chanting his name in the most annoying way ever. Surrendering, he dragged his half-asleep self to the dining area where all the others had already started eating. He groggily ate whatever it is on his plate and was about to fall asleep right there an then when Junhyung, being his usual self, nagged again... starting with him.
"Is it good, Seung? What do you think of the omelet?"
"Yeah."
"It's not a yes-no question, babe. How about the fish?"
He didn't even know what he was eating. "Uh-huh."
"Oh, come on! Okay, just try this ham. It's so good, you'll love it."
His half-closed eyes detected a piece of meat coming his way, so he just opened his mouth and took it whole.
"How was it?"
"Good."
"See, maknae? I told you he'll like it!"
Then it came.
"What the fucgkh?!"
He ran to the refrigerator, grabbed the nearest bottle inside, and drank everything it contained. Luckily it was Junhyung's coke from yesterday, and the burning feeling in his throat lessened to a tolerable level. That was the spiciest thing he encountered, and he was wide awake now.
Looking back at the table, he saw half the crowd gawking at him with wide eyes and the other half trying not to laugh. Okay, who was he kidding? Doojoon was laughing his ass off.
"Hahahahaha! You should've seen yourself!"
"Shut up." He looked at the culprit. "What the fuck was that?"
"I told you it's ham."
"What kind of ham is that goddamn hot?!"
"Ugh... this one?"
More laughter came from the table this time.
"Fuck you. I'm taking a shower."
Some other times, he just wants someone to headbutt Junhyung and leave him there knocked out of his wits. The guy is bipolar, he could tell. Oftentimes, Junhyung is so lazy nothing can ever move him from his chosen place. But most often than often, the rapper is the most hyper person he has ever met. Junhyung always seeks for attention, and it was not ever near to cute and bubbly Yoseob. He is just the hyper, sharp, and nagging Junhyung.
Which is a little irritating.
Dammit. Fine.
It IS irritating.
"Seung!"
Like now.
"What?" He answered without taking his eyes off the computer monitor.
"Our album's dropping by midnight!"
"I know."
"Aren't you nervous? You are, aren't you?"
"No."
"Hah! I can see you are! You can't keep it from me!" Junhyung kept on catching his line of sight, which is currently not leaving the monitor.
"I said I'm not!"
"See? You're nervous! Why are you shouting then?"
He finally looked at the rapper. "Because you're asking stupid questions when I'm getting beaten by Dongwoon at Starcraft!"
"Oh... you're playing with Dongwoon?"
"I just said that!"
"Then why are you using my account?"
Looking back at the screen, he looked for the username for the first time. It said "jokerforrancho."
"Aaaaaaargh!"
He walked out of the room, went to the kitchen, and drowned himself in coke.
Oftentimes, he just thanks the heavens that he was not the most warfreak person within a 5-mile radius. But he was not truly as grateful since the most warfreak one and the one on second place seemed to be living with him in a dorm overflowing with active testosterone.
"Yah, Yoon Doojoon! Do you wanna die?!"
Now, he and the other three were watching intently as a fight was about to start any moment.
"Yong Junhyung, don't start with me. What the hell is your problem?"
"You, obviously! Take that shirt off or I swear, you're not gonna live another day of your life!"
The other three let out soft gasps as they finally noticed their leader wearing a shirt not his own.
"Why would I do that? It's not my fault that our laundry has already been a week overdue. And who's fault was that? Oh, it's yours, you lazy ass!"
Murmurs of agreement filled the room coupled with some "yeah, I had to wear Dongwoon's pants, too" and "I don't even know if this underwear I'm wearing is mine."
"Fuck you! Can't you tell I actually had to make music for all of us here?! Now, just take the damn shirt off!"
"Why would I? Seung let me wear his shirt anyways."
Junhyung's eyes immediately found his. He didn't know what to say, so he just smiled, and he was sure it was an awkward one.
"You let him wear OUR shirt?"
Raking his brain for an explanation, he swore he came up with the lamest piece there is.
"Well, yeah. I'd rather let him wear that than do all the overdue laundry."
Junhyung's mouth hung open while Doojoon put on his victorious smile. Walking over to the stunned rapper, he just grabbed the other's hand and led him to the bedroom.
"Come on. I'll make it up to you."
There are times when he just believes he was the most unfortunate person having to live with someone like Yong Junhyung; a lazy, nagging, selfish coke addict who happened to be his boyfriend. But all of the time, he just couldn't think of a way how live without this guy in his life.
"What were you thinking?" Junhyung asked that night when they were cuddling on their joint bunks.
"How annoying you were earlier."
Junhyung wrinkled his nose, then kissed his lightly. "Oh, shut up. You love me like that."
"No, really. You were annoying."
"Are you gonna tell me that every night?"
He decided to play on with the rapper. "Yeah."
"Fuck you."
"I'm ready!"
"Every night?"
Now he was lost. "What?"
Junhyung let out an evil laugh before sliding on top of him.
A/N part 2: This is a fucking Junhyung-appreciation fanfic, so forgive my crack-ness OTL
Junseung love comments! ^^
Author: cheecharon
Pairing: JunSeung
Genre: Crack because I think I was on crack when I wrote this O__o
Rating: PG [?]
Notes: I tried writing angst, so enjoy!
Sometimes, he just wants to punch Junhyung in the face and leave him there knocked out of his wits. It already took a lot of his needle-thin patience when Junhyung violently woke him up that morning, not because of any important shit they have to go to but only because the breakfast the nagging rapper prepared would get cold.
He remembered covering his face with the nearest pillow, but the younger just yanked it away and started hitting him with it while chanting his name in the most annoying way ever. Surrendering, he dragged his half-asleep self to the dining area where all the others had already started eating. He groggily ate whatever it is on his plate and was about to fall asleep right there an then when Junhyung, being his usual self, nagged again... starting with him.
"Is it good, Seung? What do you think of the omelet?"
"Yeah."
"It's not a yes-no question, babe. How about the fish?"
He didn't even know what he was eating. "Uh-huh."
"Oh, come on! Okay, just try this ham. It's so good, you'll love it."
His half-closed eyes detected a piece of meat coming his way, so he just opened his mouth and took it whole.
"How was it?"
"Good."
"See, maknae? I told you he'll like it!"
Then it came.
"What the fucgkh?!"
He ran to the refrigerator, grabbed the nearest bottle inside, and drank everything it contained. Luckily it was Junhyung's coke from yesterday, and the burning feeling in his throat lessened to a tolerable level. That was the spiciest thing he encountered, and he was wide awake now.
Looking back at the table, he saw half the crowd gawking at him with wide eyes and the other half trying not to laugh. Okay, who was he kidding? Doojoon was laughing his ass off.
"Hahahahaha! You should've seen yourself!"
"Shut up." He looked at the culprit. "What the fuck was that?"
"I told you it's ham."
"What kind of ham is that goddamn hot?!"
"Ugh... this one?"
More laughter came from the table this time.
"Fuck you. I'm taking a shower."
Some other times, he just wants someone to headbutt Junhyung and leave him there knocked out of his wits. The guy is bipolar, he could tell. Oftentimes, Junhyung is so lazy nothing can ever move him from his chosen place. But most often than often, the rapper is the most hyper person he has ever met. Junhyung always seeks for attention, and it was not ever near to cute and bubbly Yoseob. He is just the hyper, sharp, and nagging Junhyung.
Which is a little irritating.
Dammit. Fine.
It IS irritating.
"Seung!"
Like now.
"What?" He answered without taking his eyes off the computer monitor.
"Our album's dropping by midnight!"
"I know."
"Aren't you nervous? You are, aren't you?"
"No."
"Hah! I can see you are! You can't keep it from me!" Junhyung kept on catching his line of sight, which is currently not leaving the monitor.
"I said I'm not!"
"See? You're nervous! Why are you shouting then?"
He finally looked at the rapper. "Because you're asking stupid questions when I'm getting beaten by Dongwoon at Starcraft!"
"Oh... you're playing with Dongwoon?"
"I just said that!"
"Then why are you using my account?"
Looking back at the screen, he looked for the username for the first time. It said "jokerforrancho."
"Aaaaaaargh!"
He walked out of the room, went to the kitchen, and drowned himself in coke.
Oftentimes, he just thanks the heavens that he was not the most warfreak person within a 5-mile radius. But he was not truly as grateful since the most warfreak one and the one on second place seemed to be living with him in a dorm overflowing with active testosterone.
"Yah, Yoon Doojoon! Do you wanna die?!"
Now, he and the other three were watching intently as a fight was about to start any moment.
"Yong Junhyung, don't start with me. What the hell is your problem?"
"You, obviously! Take that shirt off or I swear, you're not gonna live another day of your life!"
The other three let out soft gasps as they finally noticed their leader wearing a shirt not his own.
"Why would I do that? It's not my fault that our laundry has already been a week overdue. And who's fault was that? Oh, it's yours, you lazy ass!"
Murmurs of agreement filled the room coupled with some "yeah, I had to wear Dongwoon's pants, too" and "I don't even know if this underwear I'm wearing is mine."
"Fuck you! Can't you tell I actually had to make music for all of us here?! Now, just take the damn shirt off!"
"Why would I? Seung let me wear his shirt anyways."
Junhyung's eyes immediately found his. He didn't know what to say, so he just smiled, and he was sure it was an awkward one.
"You let him wear OUR shirt?"
Raking his brain for an explanation, he swore he came up with the lamest piece there is.
"Well, yeah. I'd rather let him wear that than do all the overdue laundry."
Junhyung's mouth hung open while Doojoon put on his victorious smile. Walking over to the stunned rapper, he just grabbed the other's hand and led him to the bedroom.
"Come on. I'll make it up to you."
There are times when he just believes he was the most unfortunate person having to live with someone like Yong Junhyung; a lazy, nagging, selfish coke addict who happened to be his boyfriend. But all of the time, he just couldn't think of a way how live without this guy in his life.
"What were you thinking?" Junhyung asked that night when they were cuddling on their joint bunks.
"How annoying you were earlier."
Junhyung wrinkled his nose, then kissed his lightly. "Oh, shut up. You love me like that."
"No, really. You were annoying."
"Are you gonna tell me that every night?"
He decided to play on with the rapper. "Yeah."
"Fuck you."
"I'm ready!"
"Every night?"
Now he was lost. "What?"
Junhyung let out an evil laugh before sliding on top of him.
A/N part 2: This is a fucking Junhyung-appreciation fanfic, so forgive my crack-ness OTL
Junseung love comments! ^^