hc_bingo fic: difficult pregnancy
Title: Stop the Sun
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: Junsu/female OC mentioned
Prompt: Difficult Pregnancy
Rating: PG-13 for themes
Word Count: 975
Summary: A single phone call, a word, an action can change a life and not always for the better. If you’re lucky, though, there’ll be someone to catch you when the sky falls.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
Changmin was shouting at the TV, or at Jaejoong, or maybe at both, and Jaejoong was laughing like he always did when he got the better of Changmin, head thrown back as he nearly rolled off the couch. Yoochun was in the process of trying to catch him, while Yunho stood back, obviously trying to pretend he didn’t see anything.
But somehow, for Junsu, the world ended at his phone.
He heard her heated words, her pointed questions, her demands. He mumbled a quiet response, although he wasn’t quite sure what it had been. And he stood there. He stood there for what felt like forever, long after she hung up, calling him some name or another in Japanese that he didn’t quite understand but he knew it wasn’t good.
She...
Changmin had gone from yelling at Jaejoong or the TV or both and skipped punching for attempted strangling, and Yoochun was no longer trying to help anybody, when Yunho finally looked up. Maybe it was the lack of Junsu’s usual loud chatter or maybe it was the fact that Junsu’s heart had exploded, little bloody shards covering everything, except no, it just felt that way. Now they were all looking at him, and he must have missed something again.
“Junsu?” Yunho. Yunho looked more concerned than Junsu felt, and Junsu almost wanted to laugh at that, except he didn’t know how he could ever laugh, now. He hiccoughed, instead. Yunho took a step closer, laying a careful hand on his shoulder, and eventually giving him a little shake when he didn’t immediately focus anywhere but the carpet. It was suspiciously clean of heart-bits. Jaejoong must have cleaned it extra well. “Junsu. What is it?”
“A-Ami.” Even her name hurt.
It was a start, and the others shared a confused, concerned look, closing ranks. “Something happened to Ami?”
At least there, Junsu could nod immediately. Yes, something had definitely happened to Ami. The girl he’d met when they first toured Japan, when no one knew who they were there, who’d smiled like a thousand cliche suns and who Jaejoong had taken under his wing when he discovered she couldn’t cook any of Junsu’s favorite Korean dishes. Something had definitely happened to her. That person on the phone... spitting words at him like an angry snake...
“Junsu. What happened?”
He shook his head. He didn’t want to tell them. They’d be mad, and he wasn’t sure if he hoped it was more at her or more at him. Better not to find out.
“Junsu.” Jaejoong this time, and a harder shake, because Jaejoong never did anything by halves, even if Yunho still gave better hugs. Junsu kind of wanted a hug. “Kim Junsu, look at me.”
So he did, because the only people who ever refused Jaejoong anything were ones who didn’t know better or Changmin because he thought it was funny. So of course, Jaejoong noticed that he wasn’t exactly as composed as he wanted to be, and of course Jaejoong couldn’t just let that go, and maybe Jaejoong gave pretty good hugs, too. “She... she...” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it. How could you say something like that right out in the open where anything could happen? The words might come out so heavy they crashed through the floor, and how would they explain that to management?
How would they explain any of this to management?
He must have zoned out, because the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the couch, warm bodies pressed against him on either side and a warm cup of tea being forced into his hands. That was Jaejoong. He knew that even before the other helpfully crouched to bring more than his legs into Junsu’s line of sight.
His lower lip quivered. His breath hitched. No one even had a chance to ask him anything before the words were running away from him, spilling out of him like oil, slick and horrible. They were staring. He knew they were. He told them everything, how he and Ami had only slept together that once, right before the end of year shows, and he hadn’t even seen her since they went back to Korea for recording, and now this call, and she sounded like she hated him, and what was he supposed to do, and he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t old enough, he didn’t want-
Jaejoong was smart. He’d know what to do, and even if he didn’t, then Yunho would, or Yoochun, or maybe even Changmin. He sniffled. “Hyung?”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho, who looked right back, and then they both looked at Junsu. He squirmed under that look. It wasn’t a very happy look. Then Yunho sighed, and Junsu felt even worse, because he never meant to drop all of this on Yunho’s shoulders. He just didn’t know how to carry it on his own.
It wasn’t Yunho that answered, though. “Maybe she’s just scared. I’ll talk to her for you.” Yoochun poked him in the knee and he poked back, biting his lip to keep it from wibbling. “And if talking doesn’t work...”
Yoochun looked at Yunho who looked at Jaejoong who shrugged. Junsu gave in and wibbled. He must have looked extra pathetic, he felt extra pathetic, because he suddenly found himself at the bottom of Dong Bang Shin Ki Dog Pile. “We’ll figure something out.”
He nodded, not caring that none of them could actually see him like this. He needed to call Junho and oh god, he needed to call his mom and he’d rather die or maybe just stay here and never move. Like the rest of the world didn’t exist and wasn’t scary and it was just them against everything. Like maybe he didn’t have to carry it on his own after all.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: Junsu/female OC mentioned
Prompt: Difficult Pregnancy
Rating: PG-13 for themes
Word Count: 975
Summary: A single phone call, a word, an action can change a life and not always for the better. If you’re lucky, though, there’ll be someone to catch you when the sky falls.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
Changmin was shouting at the TV, or at Jaejoong, or maybe at both, and Jaejoong was laughing like he always did when he got the better of Changmin, head thrown back as he nearly rolled off the couch. Yoochun was in the process of trying to catch him, while Yunho stood back, obviously trying to pretend he didn’t see anything.
But somehow, for Junsu, the world ended at his phone.
He heard her heated words, her pointed questions, her demands. He mumbled a quiet response, although he wasn’t quite sure what it had been. And he stood there. He stood there for what felt like forever, long after she hung up, calling him some name or another in Japanese that he didn’t quite understand but he knew it wasn’t good.
She...
Changmin had gone from yelling at Jaejoong or the TV or both and skipped punching for attempted strangling, and Yoochun was no longer trying to help anybody, when Yunho finally looked up. Maybe it was the lack of Junsu’s usual loud chatter or maybe it was the fact that Junsu’s heart had exploded, little bloody shards covering everything, except no, it just felt that way. Now they were all looking at him, and he must have missed something again.
“Junsu?” Yunho. Yunho looked more concerned than Junsu felt, and Junsu almost wanted to laugh at that, except he didn’t know how he could ever laugh, now. He hiccoughed, instead. Yunho took a step closer, laying a careful hand on his shoulder, and eventually giving him a little shake when he didn’t immediately focus anywhere but the carpet. It was suspiciously clean of heart-bits. Jaejoong must have cleaned it extra well. “Junsu. What is it?”
“A-Ami.” Even her name hurt.
It was a start, and the others shared a confused, concerned look, closing ranks. “Something happened to Ami?”
At least there, Junsu could nod immediately. Yes, something had definitely happened to Ami. The girl he’d met when they first toured Japan, when no one knew who they were there, who’d smiled like a thousand cliche suns and who Jaejoong had taken under his wing when he discovered she couldn’t cook any of Junsu’s favorite Korean dishes. Something had definitely happened to her. That person on the phone... spitting words at him like an angry snake...
“Junsu. What happened?”
He shook his head. He didn’t want to tell them. They’d be mad, and he wasn’t sure if he hoped it was more at her or more at him. Better not to find out.
“Junsu.” Jaejoong this time, and a harder shake, because Jaejoong never did anything by halves, even if Yunho still gave better hugs. Junsu kind of wanted a hug. “Kim Junsu, look at me.”
So he did, because the only people who ever refused Jaejoong anything were ones who didn’t know better or Changmin because he thought it was funny. So of course, Jaejoong noticed that he wasn’t exactly as composed as he wanted to be, and of course Jaejoong couldn’t just let that go, and maybe Jaejoong gave pretty good hugs, too. “She... she...” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it. How could you say something like that right out in the open where anything could happen? The words might come out so heavy they crashed through the floor, and how would they explain that to management?
How would they explain any of this to management?
He must have zoned out, because the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the couch, warm bodies pressed against him on either side and a warm cup of tea being forced into his hands. That was Jaejoong. He knew that even before the other helpfully crouched to bring more than his legs into Junsu’s line of sight.
His lower lip quivered. His breath hitched. No one even had a chance to ask him anything before the words were running away from him, spilling out of him like oil, slick and horrible. They were staring. He knew they were. He told them everything, how he and Ami had only slept together that once, right before the end of year shows, and he hadn’t even seen her since they went back to Korea for recording, and now this call, and she sounded like she hated him, and what was he supposed to do, and he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t old enough, he didn’t want-
Jaejoong was smart. He’d know what to do, and even if he didn’t, then Yunho would, or Yoochun, or maybe even Changmin. He sniffled. “Hyung?”
Jaejoong looked at Yunho, who looked right back, and then they both looked at Junsu. He squirmed under that look. It wasn’t a very happy look. Then Yunho sighed, and Junsu felt even worse, because he never meant to drop all of this on Yunho’s shoulders. He just didn’t know how to carry it on his own.
It wasn’t Yunho that answered, though. “Maybe she’s just scared. I’ll talk to her for you.” Yoochun poked him in the knee and he poked back, biting his lip to keep it from wibbling. “And if talking doesn’t work...”
Yoochun looked at Yunho who looked at Jaejoong who shrugged. Junsu gave in and wibbled. He must have looked extra pathetic, he felt extra pathetic, because he suddenly found himself at the bottom of Dong Bang Shin Ki Dog Pile. “We’ll figure something out.”
He nodded, not caring that none of them could actually see him like this. He needed to call Junho and oh god, he needed to call his mom and he’d rather die or maybe just stay here and never move. Like the rest of the world didn’t exist and wasn’t scary and it was just them against everything. Like maybe he didn’t have to carry it on his own after all.