Thanks to (Junseob)
Title: Thanks to
Pairing: Broken!Dooseob, Junseob
Rating: PG-13
Type: Angst and slight fluff in the end
Summary: When the happy times Yoseob would share with Doojoon were gone in order to make space for new pairings.
A/N: Junhyung speaks slight italian here.
“Yoseob, you're with Junhyung. Doojoon, you're with Dongwoon. We're going to try a new pairing.”
Yoseob swallowed, the words penetrating right into the dept of his mind. Did he really hear what he thought it was to be?
He could feel his heart falling deep down right then. But it broke into a million pieces when Doojoon had agreed easily to the Director's suggestion. Junhyung fidgeted uneasily at that then, the shift in his posture every now and then and along with the tightening silence.
“Are you alright with that? Yoseob? Junhyung?”
The heartache was a second too early. Yoseob's fingers that were usually fiddling with each other was unmoving. Junhyung didn't reply, as though he was waiting for a reply from him first.
A tiny smile pulled his lips, abiet painfully.
“Then this would mean that Junhyung's going to bully me when I don't do things right! Oh no!” Junhyung didn't reply, but he merely gave Yoseob a pointed look before pretending to joke about it.
And in that point of Yoseob's life for the first time, his heart had torn when he saw Doojoon smile.
-
He should be sleeping now, cherishing every minute of the time they were allowed to sleep. And here he was, up in the wee hours in the morning.
Yoseob curled his toes, his fingers caressing the blanket he had draped over him.
It had been exactly a week since they have had started preparations for their songs with their new pairings. Exactly a week since Doojoon had last tickled him under his chin, whispered jokes to him and laid on his back while trying to catch some sleep.
It was like an invisible wall that had been built between the both of them, almost mysteriously. And Yoseob knew that in actuality, it was just only him being just like this. The other members didn't seem to pry into this, even though Yoseob knew that they knew.
Especially Junhyung.
The time the both of them spent together was filled with incessant persistent awkwardness, and Yoseob tried to ignore the gap and fill it with ramblings that he could think of at the moment.
The song isn't getting to a goal yet, but the tune is there already. Perhaps that song will be a mark of his emotions then; it was emotional, quick but yet slow and the impact was there.
The night sky was brilliant. The moon herself is pouring all of her twilight upon the Earth, with the stars glittering beside. Yoseob bit his lips, the overwhelming emotions slowly eating the inside of him.
The week had been busy. He had no time to cry nor mule about the thoughts lingering inside the corners of his mind. But now that the night was long and free, Yoseob could almost hear the howling within.
Perhaps he had been the one just holding on for too long, ever since the both of them had met. The music industry have to change to fit the ever rotating world, and this was just a small price to give up for a moment up the stage.
Besides, it wasn't as though Doojoon wasn't going to leave him anymore. They are still friends. Friends that live together with just an occasional hi and bye, friends that sleep in the same room without any communication.
A choked sob left Yoseob's throat, as he bit his lips harder. It wouldn't do if he had accidentally woken up the rest of the members in the room. They had a long day, and they do need their rest.
The physical pain did not do any help, as the pain in his heart surged forth. A lone tear fell onto the blanket, before another, and another. Yoseob buried his head in the blanket, letting the tears soak up within the material and nullifying his sound at the same time.
-
“Alright, the recording for your song is done. And like always, another good job done. Good job, the both of you!”
The recording studio's door closed, and Yoseob dragged his sluggish body to the restroom, ignoring Junhyung's gaze on him. His schedule was really rather packed, but least that the song had been done.
Yoseob know that his sleepless night bouts couldn't really go on, seeing how his body is already suffering the effects without sleep. He was an international idol; his body wasn't his. His body belonged to everyone of the fangirls out there.
The cold running water that trickled down his face did little help, but at least Yoseob could focus more on his surroundings now.
“Aah? Seobie? Fancy meeting you here of all places!”
Unwillingly, Yoseob wrenched his tired eyes open. His vision wavered for a moment, before sharpening onto the figure in the mirror. “..Uh..”
“Yoseob!”
That someone grabbed his figure suddenly, and Yoseob jerked a little from the rough contact as his brain slowly processed his surroundings. “D-Doojoon?” The said male had worried painted all over his face, the shadow of being the leader surfacing immediately.
“Yoseob! Have you not been resting enough? Are you sick? What's wrong?”
The black haired male only tilted his head in slow response upon the bombard of questions Doojoon had fired. “I'm fine...?” Doojoon raised a suspicious eyebrow. “No you're not. Go back to the dorm. I'll cover your schedule for you.”
Yoseob bit his cheek angrily then. He flung Doojoon's arm off his shoulder, before wiping his wet face in tight anger. “I'm alright. I'll get back to Junhyung.” Doojoon frowned, before reaching a hand to pull Yoseob back.
“Seob-”
The shorter male shrugged it off again before the toilet door slammed close. Doojoon stood there in the toilet, questions floating in his mind upon the odd behavior hovering around the usual chirpy member.
-
It was twilight again.
Yoseob was sitting right in front of the balcony, his feet curled up and tucked snugly in a blanket to protect him from getting a cold that will affect his throat. His face was laid on his folded knees, his eyes staring into the wandering space before him.
He couldn't sleep.
It was almost like a nightly routine to crawl to bed first, pinning tiredness as an excuse to the other members. And when it was almost midnight, he would slowly and softly pad away from the room.
Even when his eyes were closed, his mind were so much more active.
Yoseob sighed. The heartache was almost numb by now. He shouldn't let this get to him. It is going to be a month already. He still get weird looks from Doojoon now and then, with the leader concerned over his body.
So far, he would least get a few hours of sleep now so he wouldn't be so tired in the day. But he couldn't sleep then again.
The moon was out again tonight, but the stars were missing.
Slowly, Yoseob stood up. His small palms rested on the wall of the balcony, as the winds caressed his black hair and weary body comfortingly. His eyes slid close gently, his sense open to the elements exposed to him.
…
Doojoon. Schedules. Singing. Beast. Beauties.
Love.
He for sure, had no time for luxury to think about love. Unlike Jonghyun. Not when especially his love held restricted boundaries. Doojoon. Doojoonie...
“You know, if you stand outside like that, you will catch a cold.”
Yoseob immediately opened his eyes again, his head whipping back to see Junhyung's figure resting against the balcony's door.
His jaw tightened, before he gave one last lingering gaze outside. “...Its getting late. I'm going to bed.” A hand grabbed his shoulder as Yoseob walked past Junhyung, and a sense of deja vu flooded his mind.
Before he could hit the hand away, a soft cottony item was pushed to him.
Junhyung yawned loudly as he walked away while scratching his hip.
Yoseob stood there under the light of the moon, holding his blanket close to his body.
“Buonanotte, mio usignolo.”
A small smile and a blush crept onto his cheeks, as Yoseob gazed at the moon again.
Perhaps... its not too bad to let go. For the moment now.
P/S: "Buonanotte, mio usignolo" means "Goodnight, my nightingale" in italian. I don't know if its exact, due to Google translator. But Junhyung + Italian sounds sexy to me though. Or least, better than 'Car wash self customer is king'. LOL.
P/P/S: I think comparing Yoseob to a nightingale is absolutely sexy. I should do another fic on it soon. Hm.
Pairing: Broken!Dooseob, Junseob
Rating: PG-13
Type: Angst and slight fluff in the end
Summary: When the happy times Yoseob would share with Doojoon were gone in order to make space for new pairings.
A/N: Junhyung speaks slight italian here.
“Yoseob, you're with Junhyung. Doojoon, you're with Dongwoon. We're going to try a new pairing.”
Yoseob swallowed, the words penetrating right into the dept of his mind. Did he really hear what he thought it was to be?
He could feel his heart falling deep down right then. But it broke into a million pieces when Doojoon had agreed easily to the Director's suggestion. Junhyung fidgeted uneasily at that then, the shift in his posture every now and then and along with the tightening silence.
“Are you alright with that? Yoseob? Junhyung?”
The heartache was a second too early. Yoseob's fingers that were usually fiddling with each other was unmoving. Junhyung didn't reply, as though he was waiting for a reply from him first.
A tiny smile pulled his lips, abiet painfully.
“Then this would mean that Junhyung's going to bully me when I don't do things right! Oh no!” Junhyung didn't reply, but he merely gave Yoseob a pointed look before pretending to joke about it.
And in that point of Yoseob's life for the first time, his heart had torn when he saw Doojoon smile.
-
He should be sleeping now, cherishing every minute of the time they were allowed to sleep. And here he was, up in the wee hours in the morning.
Yoseob curled his toes, his fingers caressing the blanket he had draped over him.
It had been exactly a week since they have had started preparations for their songs with their new pairings. Exactly a week since Doojoon had last tickled him under his chin, whispered jokes to him and laid on his back while trying to catch some sleep.
It was like an invisible wall that had been built between the both of them, almost mysteriously. And Yoseob knew that in actuality, it was just only him being just like this. The other members didn't seem to pry into this, even though Yoseob knew that they knew.
Especially Junhyung.
The time the both of them spent together was filled with incessant persistent awkwardness, and Yoseob tried to ignore the gap and fill it with ramblings that he could think of at the moment.
The song isn't getting to a goal yet, but the tune is there already. Perhaps that song will be a mark of his emotions then; it was emotional, quick but yet slow and the impact was there.
The night sky was brilliant. The moon herself is pouring all of her twilight upon the Earth, with the stars glittering beside. Yoseob bit his lips, the overwhelming emotions slowly eating the inside of him.
The week had been busy. He had no time to cry nor mule about the thoughts lingering inside the corners of his mind. But now that the night was long and free, Yoseob could almost hear the howling within.
Perhaps he had been the one just holding on for too long, ever since the both of them had met. The music industry have to change to fit the ever rotating world, and this was just a small price to give up for a moment up the stage.
Besides, it wasn't as though Doojoon wasn't going to leave him anymore. They are still friends. Friends that live together with just an occasional hi and bye, friends that sleep in the same room without any communication.
A choked sob left Yoseob's throat, as he bit his lips harder. It wouldn't do if he had accidentally woken up the rest of the members in the room. They had a long day, and they do need their rest.
The physical pain did not do any help, as the pain in his heart surged forth. A lone tear fell onto the blanket, before another, and another. Yoseob buried his head in the blanket, letting the tears soak up within the material and nullifying his sound at the same time.
-
“Alright, the recording for your song is done. And like always, another good job done. Good job, the both of you!”
The recording studio's door closed, and Yoseob dragged his sluggish body to the restroom, ignoring Junhyung's gaze on him. His schedule was really rather packed, but least that the song had been done.
Yoseob know that his sleepless night bouts couldn't really go on, seeing how his body is already suffering the effects without sleep. He was an international idol; his body wasn't his. His body belonged to everyone of the fangirls out there.
The cold running water that trickled down his face did little help, but at least Yoseob could focus more on his surroundings now.
“Aah? Seobie? Fancy meeting you here of all places!”
Unwillingly, Yoseob wrenched his tired eyes open. His vision wavered for a moment, before sharpening onto the figure in the mirror. “..Uh..”
“Yoseob!”
That someone grabbed his figure suddenly, and Yoseob jerked a little from the rough contact as his brain slowly processed his surroundings. “D-Doojoon?” The said male had worried painted all over his face, the shadow of being the leader surfacing immediately.
“Yoseob! Have you not been resting enough? Are you sick? What's wrong?”
The black haired male only tilted his head in slow response upon the bombard of questions Doojoon had fired. “I'm fine...?” Doojoon raised a suspicious eyebrow. “No you're not. Go back to the dorm. I'll cover your schedule for you.”
Yoseob bit his cheek angrily then. He flung Doojoon's arm off his shoulder, before wiping his wet face in tight anger. “I'm alright. I'll get back to Junhyung.” Doojoon frowned, before reaching a hand to pull Yoseob back.
“Seob-”
The shorter male shrugged it off again before the toilet door slammed close. Doojoon stood there in the toilet, questions floating in his mind upon the odd behavior hovering around the usual chirpy member.
-
It was twilight again.
Yoseob was sitting right in front of the balcony, his feet curled up and tucked snugly in a blanket to protect him from getting a cold that will affect his throat. His face was laid on his folded knees, his eyes staring into the wandering space before him.
He couldn't sleep.
It was almost like a nightly routine to crawl to bed first, pinning tiredness as an excuse to the other members. And when it was almost midnight, he would slowly and softly pad away from the room.
Even when his eyes were closed, his mind were so much more active.
Yoseob sighed. The heartache was almost numb by now. He shouldn't let this get to him. It is going to be a month already. He still get weird looks from Doojoon now and then, with the leader concerned over his body.
So far, he would least get a few hours of sleep now so he wouldn't be so tired in the day. But he couldn't sleep then again.
The moon was out again tonight, but the stars were missing.
Slowly, Yoseob stood up. His small palms rested on the wall of the balcony, as the winds caressed his black hair and weary body comfortingly. His eyes slid close gently, his sense open to the elements exposed to him.
…
Doojoon. Schedules. Singing. Beast. Beauties.
Love.
He for sure, had no time for luxury to think about love. Unlike Jonghyun. Not when especially his love held restricted boundaries. Doojoon. Doojoonie...
“You know, if you stand outside like that, you will catch a cold.”
Yoseob immediately opened his eyes again, his head whipping back to see Junhyung's figure resting against the balcony's door.
His jaw tightened, before he gave one last lingering gaze outside. “...Its getting late. I'm going to bed.” A hand grabbed his shoulder as Yoseob walked past Junhyung, and a sense of deja vu flooded his mind.
Before he could hit the hand away, a soft cottony item was pushed to him.
Junhyung yawned loudly as he walked away while scratching his hip.
Yoseob stood there under the light of the moon, holding his blanket close to his body.
“Buonanotte, mio usignolo.”
A small smile and a blush crept onto his cheeks, as Yoseob gazed at the moon again.
Perhaps... its not too bad to let go. For the moment now.
P/S: "Buonanotte, mio usignolo" means "Goodnight, my nightingale" in italian. I don't know if its exact, due to Google translator. But Junhyung + Italian sounds sexy to me though. Or least, better than 'Car wash self customer is king'. LOL.
P/P/S: I think comparing Yoseob to a nightingale is absolutely sexy. I should do another fic on it soon. Hm.