° One More Medicated Peaceful Moment, JunSeung
One More Medicated Peaceful Moment (5/?)
BEAST ° eventual JunSeung, one-sided DooSeung
pg13 ° au ° 1793words, 10291total ° not mine, not even a little bit
if you spend your days longing for things you can never have, you'll miss the ones you can
an: thanks to everyone who reads an comments. it's definitely a morale booster. :)
previous chapters: 01 02 03 04
For three more days, Hyunseung manages to avoid Junhyung completely, even though the other had told him that he had plans for them the day after Doojoon saw them. He's adjusted his schedule around what he knows of Junhyung's, making sure to be out of the hallway or, even better, not home at all when he knows Junhyung is supposed to return from work. He's aware that Junhyung is trying to get to him, if the notes the other leaves on his front door mean anything.
On the fourth day, however, Junhyung stays home from work. Hyunseung has the day off, too, and he hears the loud music from next door seconds too late, and then Junhyung is in his apartment, having let himself in.
"You're avoiding me."
Hyunseung stands by his couch, decked out in his finest pajama pants and little else, a cup of orange juice in his hand. He stares across the room at his friend, trying to decide whether it was worth trying to retreat to his room, or if Junhyung would follow him there, too.
"I told you I had plans with you."
"I'm sorry," is all Hyunseung can manage to force out.
"Why, though?"
Hyunseung turns his body to sit on his couch. Technically, it's Doojoon's couch, but, like most of the furniture in the common areas of the apartment, Doojoon insists on calling it 'theirs'. He sets the glass of orange juice down on the coffee table, a short distraction while he attempts to come up with a reasonable explanation for his behavior, something he had failed to do in all this time.
He settles with shrugging a shoulder.
"Did I do something to you?"
"No, it's not that."
"Then help me out here."
"It's Doojoon," Hyunseung answers, as though those words will explain everything.
"What about him?"
"He doesn't like you."
"I don't like him, either," Junhyung replies honestly. "What's your point?"
"He said I shouldn't hang out with you."
Junhyung lets out an exasperated sigh, far too emotional for his usual character, then moves over to sit down beside the other. "Then what are you supposed to do? Sit around here all day and wait for him to come home- if he comes home -and gamble as to whether or not he's coming home alone? He can't dictate who you're friends with. That's not fair."
"I know. But he's right. You're a bastard," Hyunseung points out, but can't stop the grin that follows.
Junhyung laughs, half in amusement, half in disbelief. "Yeah, well, he's a jerk," he replies, causing Hyunseung to laugh, himself. "Not just a jerk, the jerk, and you can tell him I said that after you hang out with me tonight."
"You don't have plans?"
"I do have plans. I have plans with you."
Hyunseung looks between Junhyung and his glass of orange juice a few times before he nods in agreement.
"Awesome," Junhyung replies with unexpected enthusiasm, then stands from the couch. "You might want to wear a little more than that, though."
Hyunseung's eyes shift down to his attire, or lack thereof. He seems confused for a moment, then nods again.
"I mean, I personally don't care if you show up completely naked, but what will the rest of the building think if you're parading around in the buff?"
Hyunseung throws a pillow at the other, but only because the remote for the TV is too far out of reach. "You wish."
"This marriage won't work if you won't put forth an effort," Junhyung mocks, stepping out of range of the second pillow about to be launched in his general direction.
"Leave," is all Hyunseung says, but he's smiling into his glass of juice.
"Seven," Junhyung counters from the doorway after he jerks the door open to leave.
"Seven," Hyunseung agrees, and then finds himself alone in the apartment again. Not that he minds. Lately, Doojoon has been following him around the apartment with his camera, insisting on showing him pictures of his new boyfriend. It's all Hyunseung can do to not knock the camera out of his roommate's hand and laugh maniacally while Doojoon kneels over the broken mess, crying. Perhaps his imagination is straying too far these days. But these brief times of silence are treasured. He's trying not to hate Doojoon's boyfriend, seeing as they've never met, but it's getting to the point where he thinks Doojoon is trying to make him hate him.
So, when seven o'clock rolls around and Doojoon still isn't home, Hyunseung finds himself, once again, on Junhyung's couch. There's a glass of some sort of alcoholic concoction sitting in front of him on the table, but he's nearly positive that it's just a waste of his neighbor's effort and money because he never drinks and that's not going to change soon.
"So was he right?" Junhyung asks as he returns to the living room with two more drinks for himself. "Is the new catch just like you?"
Hyunseung sighs, picking at something on his pant leg before he replies. "It's not my place to judge."
"You're the only one who can judge," Junhyung answers before sipping his drink to test it. "Because he used you to describe him."
"He's..." Hyunseung pauses, trying to find the best way to word it. "Attractive. I guess."
"Would kind of be like having sex with yourself, though."
"He doesn't look exactly like me. Or anything like me. He's pretty."
"You're pretty."
Hyunseung shoots a glare at his friend, unamused as he's ever been. "That's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"The point is that Doojoon doesn't have any idea what he's talking about. If he's saying we look similar, then he's never seen me before."
"Or he has bad eyes. Which explains why he's ignoring how you feel."
"How many drinks did you have before I came over here?" Hyunseung feels the need to ask suddenly. It's a valid question. Junhyung isn't usually this forward.
Junhyung just laughs before taking to large swigs of his drink, then sets it down beside Hyunseung's untouched one. "I found some liquor in the back of a cabinet. I want to get through it in case it goes bad. Unless it's already bad, in which case... oops."
"I'm leaving as soon as you start throwing up," Hyunseung promises before lifting his own glass to his lips. He takes a full sip and swallows before he remembers that there's alcohol in it, and nearly knocks the entire table over trying to set the glass down again in his small fit of surprise and distaste. It takes another three seconds for him to recover and realize that Junhyung is laughing at him.
He feels the need to punch his neighbor in the shoulder as hard as he can. He then takes another sip of his drink to try it out while he knows what's in it. It goes down much easier.
"Two," Junhyung finally replies after finishing his first drink.
"Hm?" Hyunseung asks into his glass, which he's having trouble putting down.
"I had two drinks before you showed up. And don't worry about me throwing up. I can handle my liquor very well."
Hyunseung nods, making a face as he tries to finish his drink in two final sips. There's a reason why he doesn't drink, and it's not because he doesn't want to get drunk. Sometimes he thinks it would be easier to just get drunk and forget his problems, but it's never really that easy, because the problems will be there when he wakes up. He doesn't like the taste or burn of alcohol. It doesn't seem like something you should be putting in your body.
It's three hours and two more drinks later before Hyunseung remembers why he'd decided years ago never to drink again. It makes him feel stupid. And he does feel stupid, trapped between the arm of the couch and Junhyung's body, who can't seem to sit up straight when he's drunk, and trying to figure out the best way to tell his friend that he weighs a lot more than he looks and his foot is falling asleep.
So it's a welcome relief when there's a knock at the front door. They both stop talking and look at the clock. It's after ten, so they're pretty sure that the person on the other side of the door is there to complain about the noise. They both stand from the couch and Hyunseung is grabbing his shoes as Junhyung pulls the door open just enough to reveal Doojoon in the hallway.
Hyunseung approaches the door, looking around Junhyung to see who it is. He stiffens at the sight, trying to sink back around his friend's back for cover.
"You're making a lot of noise," Doojoon's voice carries into the apartment, even over the music.
"You're one to talk," comes Junhyung's drunken reply. Hyunseung prods him in the back, trying to tell him to knock it off.
"What the hell does that mean?" Doojoon asks, his voice raising.
"It means you make a lot of noise," Junhyung replies with a short laugh.
Doojoon simply stares at him before craning his neck to see if he can catch Hyunseung's eye and convince him to leave, since it seems that Junhyung is drunk and unreasonable. Hyunseung isn't really willing to meet his eyes, but he's already pulling on his shoes. That's good enough for him.
Doojoon steps back when it's obvious that Hyunseung plans to leave.
Junhyung, on the other hand, doesn't share the same thoughts and doesn't move from the doorway, causing Hyunseung to squeeze past him. Junhyung tears his eyes away from Doojoon long enough to turn his attention to his guest.
Hyunseung is almost through the doorway when Junhyung's hand comes up, stopping him from moving any further. He looks up at Junhyung, confused and curious, when he feels fingers on his jaw. Hyunseung doesn't even have time to register how much Junhyung has had to drink before he feels the other's lips brush over his. He doesn't throw a fit or shove him off, but he doesn't stick around for more, either. He doesn't stick around for anything, not even long enough to see the shocked look on Doojoon's face or the expression of drunken victory on Junhyung's. He also misses the glare of absolute malice that Doojoon's expression contorts into after Hyunseung is gone, as well as the challenging look Junhyung throws at Doojoon as he closes his own front door before the older man can say anything.
And he's locked himself in his bedroom long before he hears Doojoon return to the apartment. Doojoon is slamming things like the front door and his shoes and the door to his bedroom, and Hyunseung doesn't know why. All he knows is he's never drinking again.
BEAST ° eventual JunSeung, one-sided DooSeung
pg13 ° au ° 1793words, 10291total ° not mine, not even a little bit
if you spend your days longing for things you can never have, you'll miss the ones you can
an: thanks to everyone who reads an comments. it's definitely a morale booster. :)
previous chapters: 01 02 03 04
For three more days, Hyunseung manages to avoid Junhyung completely, even though the other had told him that he had plans for them the day after Doojoon saw them. He's adjusted his schedule around what he knows of Junhyung's, making sure to be out of the hallway or, even better, not home at all when he knows Junhyung is supposed to return from work. He's aware that Junhyung is trying to get to him, if the notes the other leaves on his front door mean anything.
On the fourth day, however, Junhyung stays home from work. Hyunseung has the day off, too, and he hears the loud music from next door seconds too late, and then Junhyung is in his apartment, having let himself in.
"You're avoiding me."
Hyunseung stands by his couch, decked out in his finest pajama pants and little else, a cup of orange juice in his hand. He stares across the room at his friend, trying to decide whether it was worth trying to retreat to his room, or if Junhyung would follow him there, too.
"I told you I had plans with you."
"I'm sorry," is all Hyunseung can manage to force out.
"Why, though?"
Hyunseung turns his body to sit on his couch. Technically, it's Doojoon's couch, but, like most of the furniture in the common areas of the apartment, Doojoon insists on calling it 'theirs'. He sets the glass of orange juice down on the coffee table, a short distraction while he attempts to come up with a reasonable explanation for his behavior, something he had failed to do in all this time.
He settles with shrugging a shoulder.
"Did I do something to you?"
"No, it's not that."
"Then help me out here."
"It's Doojoon," Hyunseung answers, as though those words will explain everything.
"What about him?"
"He doesn't like you."
"I don't like him, either," Junhyung replies honestly. "What's your point?"
"He said I shouldn't hang out with you."
Junhyung lets out an exasperated sigh, far too emotional for his usual character, then moves over to sit down beside the other. "Then what are you supposed to do? Sit around here all day and wait for him to come home- if he comes home -and gamble as to whether or not he's coming home alone? He can't dictate who you're friends with. That's not fair."
"I know. But he's right. You're a bastard," Hyunseung points out, but can't stop the grin that follows.
Junhyung laughs, half in amusement, half in disbelief. "Yeah, well, he's a jerk," he replies, causing Hyunseung to laugh, himself. "Not just a jerk, the jerk, and you can tell him I said that after you hang out with me tonight."
"You don't have plans?"
"I do have plans. I have plans with you."
Hyunseung looks between Junhyung and his glass of orange juice a few times before he nods in agreement.
"Awesome," Junhyung replies with unexpected enthusiasm, then stands from the couch. "You might want to wear a little more than that, though."
Hyunseung's eyes shift down to his attire, or lack thereof. He seems confused for a moment, then nods again.
"I mean, I personally don't care if you show up completely naked, but what will the rest of the building think if you're parading around in the buff?"
Hyunseung throws a pillow at the other, but only because the remote for the TV is too far out of reach. "You wish."
"This marriage won't work if you won't put forth an effort," Junhyung mocks, stepping out of range of the second pillow about to be launched in his general direction.
"Leave," is all Hyunseung says, but he's smiling into his glass of juice.
"Seven," Junhyung counters from the doorway after he jerks the door open to leave.
"Seven," Hyunseung agrees, and then finds himself alone in the apartment again. Not that he minds. Lately, Doojoon has been following him around the apartment with his camera, insisting on showing him pictures of his new boyfriend. It's all Hyunseung can do to not knock the camera out of his roommate's hand and laugh maniacally while Doojoon kneels over the broken mess, crying. Perhaps his imagination is straying too far these days. But these brief times of silence are treasured. He's trying not to hate Doojoon's boyfriend, seeing as they've never met, but it's getting to the point where he thinks Doojoon is trying to make him hate him.
So, when seven o'clock rolls around and Doojoon still isn't home, Hyunseung finds himself, once again, on Junhyung's couch. There's a glass of some sort of alcoholic concoction sitting in front of him on the table, but he's nearly positive that it's just a waste of his neighbor's effort and money because he never drinks and that's not going to change soon.
"So was he right?" Junhyung asks as he returns to the living room with two more drinks for himself. "Is the new catch just like you?"
Hyunseung sighs, picking at something on his pant leg before he replies. "It's not my place to judge."
"You're the only one who can judge," Junhyung answers before sipping his drink to test it. "Because he used you to describe him."
"He's..." Hyunseung pauses, trying to find the best way to word it. "Attractive. I guess."
"Would kind of be like having sex with yourself, though."
"He doesn't look exactly like me. Or anything like me. He's pretty."
"You're pretty."
Hyunseung shoots a glare at his friend, unamused as he's ever been. "That's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"The point is that Doojoon doesn't have any idea what he's talking about. If he's saying we look similar, then he's never seen me before."
"Or he has bad eyes. Which explains why he's ignoring how you feel."
"How many drinks did you have before I came over here?" Hyunseung feels the need to ask suddenly. It's a valid question. Junhyung isn't usually this forward.
Junhyung just laughs before taking to large swigs of his drink, then sets it down beside Hyunseung's untouched one. "I found some liquor in the back of a cabinet. I want to get through it in case it goes bad. Unless it's already bad, in which case... oops."
"I'm leaving as soon as you start throwing up," Hyunseung promises before lifting his own glass to his lips. He takes a full sip and swallows before he remembers that there's alcohol in it, and nearly knocks the entire table over trying to set the glass down again in his small fit of surprise and distaste. It takes another three seconds for him to recover and realize that Junhyung is laughing at him.
He feels the need to punch his neighbor in the shoulder as hard as he can. He then takes another sip of his drink to try it out while he knows what's in it. It goes down much easier.
"Two," Junhyung finally replies after finishing his first drink.
"Hm?" Hyunseung asks into his glass, which he's having trouble putting down.
"I had two drinks before you showed up. And don't worry about me throwing up. I can handle my liquor very well."
Hyunseung nods, making a face as he tries to finish his drink in two final sips. There's a reason why he doesn't drink, and it's not because he doesn't want to get drunk. Sometimes he thinks it would be easier to just get drunk and forget his problems, but it's never really that easy, because the problems will be there when he wakes up. He doesn't like the taste or burn of alcohol. It doesn't seem like something you should be putting in your body.
It's three hours and two more drinks later before Hyunseung remembers why he'd decided years ago never to drink again. It makes him feel stupid. And he does feel stupid, trapped between the arm of the couch and Junhyung's body, who can't seem to sit up straight when he's drunk, and trying to figure out the best way to tell his friend that he weighs a lot more than he looks and his foot is falling asleep.
So it's a welcome relief when there's a knock at the front door. They both stop talking and look at the clock. It's after ten, so they're pretty sure that the person on the other side of the door is there to complain about the noise. They both stand from the couch and Hyunseung is grabbing his shoes as Junhyung pulls the door open just enough to reveal Doojoon in the hallway.
Hyunseung approaches the door, looking around Junhyung to see who it is. He stiffens at the sight, trying to sink back around his friend's back for cover.
"You're making a lot of noise," Doojoon's voice carries into the apartment, even over the music.
"You're one to talk," comes Junhyung's drunken reply. Hyunseung prods him in the back, trying to tell him to knock it off.
"What the hell does that mean?" Doojoon asks, his voice raising.
"It means you make a lot of noise," Junhyung replies with a short laugh.
Doojoon simply stares at him before craning his neck to see if he can catch Hyunseung's eye and convince him to leave, since it seems that Junhyung is drunk and unreasonable. Hyunseung isn't really willing to meet his eyes, but he's already pulling on his shoes. That's good enough for him.
Doojoon steps back when it's obvious that Hyunseung plans to leave.
Junhyung, on the other hand, doesn't share the same thoughts and doesn't move from the doorway, causing Hyunseung to squeeze past him. Junhyung tears his eyes away from Doojoon long enough to turn his attention to his guest.
Hyunseung is almost through the doorway when Junhyung's hand comes up, stopping him from moving any further. He looks up at Junhyung, confused and curious, when he feels fingers on his jaw. Hyunseung doesn't even have time to register how much Junhyung has had to drink before he feels the other's lips brush over his. He doesn't throw a fit or shove him off, but he doesn't stick around for more, either. He doesn't stick around for anything, not even long enough to see the shocked look on Doojoon's face or the expression of drunken victory on Junhyung's. He also misses the glare of absolute malice that Doojoon's expression contorts into after Hyunseung is gone, as well as the challenging look Junhyung throws at Doojoon as he closes his own front door before the older man can say anything.
And he's locked himself in his bedroom long before he hears Doojoon return to the apartment. Doojoon is slamming things like the front door and his shoes and the door to his bedroom, and Hyunseung doesn't know why. All he knows is he's never drinking again.