vérité
vérité
807 words; g
yunho/boa, changmin/boa, jaejoong/boa
persistent knocks echoed across her apartment, and she pulls down her blanket, glances at the red glow reading 230, and groans. who the fuck and why, she mentally swears, half limping out of her bedroom because her body had yet to warm up from the temorary paralysis.
"son of a - "
she swings the door open and becomes face to face with a chest, and she immediately knows who came to bother at a godly hour.
"changmin ah, really."
her eyes barely adjusts to her surroundings before she is pulled and dragged from her apartment.
"what the hell are you doing!" she whines, close to hissing if her senses were awake.
he ignores her continious questions, remains silent in the elevator, in the car, on their way to god knows where. i'm in my pajamas, she growls, you're lucky i'm wearing a bra. changmin knows she's talking but he doesn't hear her words. where are you taking me?
"hyung."
"what?"
he says no more and she holds her tongue, because as much as she hated his sudden halt to talk, she knew it was for the better. they arrive at sm and boa catches a lone window on the third floor with the lights on. he's at it again, changmin runs a hand through his hair, please go talk to him. she sighs and exits his car, because she knows. if changmin can't, then you can.
what am i, his therapist? she mutters when she recalls soo man's words some years ago after the three had left. the sound of the floors squeaking, feet stomping, and heavy breathing welcomes her ears as she exits the elevator. she cracks the door open to one of the practice rooms and sees a half drenched body collapse to the floor.
he does not hear her footsteps approach because of the blasting music from his headphones, and only realizes her presence when a shadow hovers his sight.
she squints to show her irritation and his smile falters in shame.
they sit against the mirror in silence, a towel she had thrown at him sits around his neck, and yunho for a moment muses at the size of his feet compared to hers. you're so weird, she would say, your train of thought sucks. but she was quiet, turned away from him and, if he didn't already know, upset.
"sorry."
he receives no response.
"boa, i'm sorry."
he hears her huff but does not turn to face him.
"changmin can be such a...i don't know. he worries to much."
"naturally, stupid. he's like your blood brother."
he gives a megawatt smile when she finally spoke, and boa scoffs in defeat.
she says no more and waits for him to speak, to answer silent questions she would've voiced out if she wasn't so exhausted. he sighs and clears his throat, opens but closes his mouth, pouts then inflates his cheeks. boa is ready to snap when he finally says a word.
"he called me."
he, she thinks. he could be anybody, but she knows long enough to differenciate the anybody to a man who decided to leave the both of them; to a man both decided to forget, because it was easier than to dwell in the memories that gave and destroyed hope altogether. boa knows, because he was no other than a man named jaejoong.
"he said he missed us."
if he missed us then he would've made an effort to show up, she snaps. yunho winces at the bitterness in her voice. if he missed us, you, then he wouldn't have stood you up. maybe because her sleep was interrupted, yunho thinks (then remembers she had a couple of drinks a few hours ago to commemorate her comeback with the staff), and the alcohol, right boa? you also loved jaejoong, you wouldn't talk that way about him.
"he's an idiot."
he hears her mumble against the arm that covered her mouth.
"an idiot, yunho ah. an idiot."
she says it over and over it becomes defeaning, it becomes irritable, because if jaejoong was an idiot to leave, they were also idiots to stay. maybe this is why she often says it, to cover the belief that her, him, were stupid at decisions. it was right to stay. it was right to let them walk away while they watched. it was right that they were here with the fame they deserved.
so then why were there doubts? why did both have to drink their way to believing everything was fine?
yunho feels a weight on his shoulder and finds her asleep, traces of dry tears visible on her cheeks. he glances at the wallpaper of the three of them on his phone, sighs and pulls her closer.
we're all idiots.
author's note: ok i tried writing during times when i'm not supposed to, and ugh wtf just happened. this was originally supposed to be a boa comforts yunho but then...then it got weird. then it became the other way around. i really, really wanted to write a broken yunho, for some reason it became a broken boa. think i got just sucked into a different dimension of writing /headdesk. this is so ugly. i wanna cry. my writing skills bounces back from fuck yeah i write greaaaat, to ew gross elementary writing. i am so sorry.
anddd. did anyone find the /hinted/ yunjae here lmao.