written for MBLAQ fic meme
Who I want: Joon/Mir
What I want: Angst. Mir wears a fake smile everyday and Joon is the only one that doesn't realize it.
Preferred Rating: Doesn't matter
from: sadnlonleyme
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
His cheeks hurt. The smile tightened a little more around the edges. He gritted his teeth to maintain it. And there he was across the studio, laughing and flirting in his awkward lovable way with the girls from Secret. Joon lived life with an open-hearted, laughing expansiveness that encompassed all who found themselves in his path. That vibrancy, that joie de vive just bore down on a person like a tidal wave, swept them up and carried them off before they had time to do more than shout.
And the next thing you know, you are sinking for the third time and loving it. Except that after the pleasure and then after the nothingness, comes the pain. When the tidal wave moves on and you are washed up on the beach of life gasping and gagging and choking.
Still, Mir smiled. Even managed a laugh. Seungho gave him a worried glance. GO patted his shoulder. Thunder wrapped a supportive arm around his waist.
He smiled and smiled. Laughed and laughed. Until he thought he would choke on it or puke from it. The sparkle of his laugh had dimmed and his eyes remained flat. Seungho whispered to GO and they gestured in a flurry of concern. Thunder tightened his grip on Mir’s waist.
Joon bounded over, all grins and bright eyes. He molested Seaungho for the hell of it. Pretended to be beat up by GO and laughed. He mocked Thunder and shoved between him and Mir. A strong arm replaced Thunder’s more comforting one and Mir stiffened. Oblivious, Joon cuddled close to his favorite maknae and babbled about his conversation with the girls.
Like a wind up doll or a puppet, Mir continued to smile and laugh on cue. The other three frowned at him in worry, glared at Joon in angry helplessness. Joon pointed it out to Mir how the other three seemed jealous of his and Mir’s closeness. Their friendship. Their intimacy.
Then he laughed and Mir punched him in the face. Smiled as his fist connected with Joon’s jaw. Felt his teeth unclench as Joon stared at him in shock and confusion. Enjoyed the sensation of a loose real smile as he stalked off to the dressing room.
Where he shut and locked the door before sliding down it to sob quietly.
What I want: Angst. Mir wears a fake smile everyday and Joon is the only one that doesn't realize it.
Preferred Rating: Doesn't matter
from: sadnlonleyme
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
His cheeks hurt. The smile tightened a little more around the edges. He gritted his teeth to maintain it. And there he was across the studio, laughing and flirting in his awkward lovable way with the girls from Secret. Joon lived life with an open-hearted, laughing expansiveness that encompassed all who found themselves in his path. That vibrancy, that joie de vive just bore down on a person like a tidal wave, swept them up and carried them off before they had time to do more than shout.
And the next thing you know, you are sinking for the third time and loving it. Except that after the pleasure and then after the nothingness, comes the pain. When the tidal wave moves on and you are washed up on the beach of life gasping and gagging and choking.
Still, Mir smiled. Even managed a laugh. Seungho gave him a worried glance. GO patted his shoulder. Thunder wrapped a supportive arm around his waist.
He smiled and smiled. Laughed and laughed. Until he thought he would choke on it or puke from it. The sparkle of his laugh had dimmed and his eyes remained flat. Seungho whispered to GO and they gestured in a flurry of concern. Thunder tightened his grip on Mir’s waist.
Joon bounded over, all grins and bright eyes. He molested Seaungho for the hell of it. Pretended to be beat up by GO and laughed. He mocked Thunder and shoved between him and Mir. A strong arm replaced Thunder’s more comforting one and Mir stiffened. Oblivious, Joon cuddled close to his favorite maknae and babbled about his conversation with the girls.
Like a wind up doll or a puppet, Mir continued to smile and laugh on cue. The other three frowned at him in worry, glared at Joon in angry helplessness. Joon pointed it out to Mir how the other three seemed jealous of his and Mir’s closeness. Their friendship. Their intimacy.
Then he laughed and Mir punched him in the face. Smiled as his fist connected with Joon’s jaw. Felt his teeth unclench as Joon stared at him in shock and confusion. Enjoyed the sensation of a loose real smile as he stalked off to the dressing room.
Where he shut and locked the door before sliding down it to sob quietly.