voice of my heart.
voice of my heart.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 429 words
over the years, they've found a magical frequency where their voices lead right to each other's.
It starts with Chanyeol being Chanyeol.
And then Baekhyun being Baekhyun.
And then the two youngest members following suit.
In the end, no one really listens to Joonmyun. Kyungsoo does, but that's Kyungsoo. He's the only sane one in this side of the group.
While they're all playing video games and eating and completely ignoring Joonmyun's nice request to get some rest before their all-day practice, Joonmyun snaps. He slams the bedroom door behind him and locks it. This isn't the first time this has happened. It's not the last.
Usually, he doesn't like doing this. He doesn't like being the weak one. He doesn't want to cave and crash in front of everyone. But he's frustrated and he's lonely and nobody listens to anything he says. It's exhausting. He's just... tired.
So he dials Yifan's number and hopes that he picks up, even if they're now in China, waiting for a schedule. He waits and hopes and prays that he'll pick up. It's the only thing that'll keep him sane.
"Hello?" the man on the other end says. Joonmyun smiles.
"Hey," he whispers. They don't really have to talk loudly; over the years, they've found a magical frequency where their voices lead right to each other's. It's one of the things that he misses the most about Yifan. "Were you sleeping? I don't want to disturb you."
"It's fine. You're not--"
"Never mind. Just go back to sleep." Joonmyun almost hangs up when he hears a door locking on Yifan's side.
"You're not disturbing me. Honestly, I really miss you." The deep tone of Yifan's voice is soothing, familiar, safe. He misses that too.
"So tell me what's wrong." Of course Yifan knows something's wrong. This is him. This is them. He would know.
"It's just the usual."
Yifan chuckles. "Do you want me to talk to Chanyeol again?"
"No!" Joonmyun blushes and hides under his covers. "Don't do that. Last time was embarrassing enough!"
"Then what is it? Are you alright?"
"I just... needed to hear your voice."
He laughs, rich and clear even through the phone. "Joonmyun, you're not the cheesy one in this relationship."
"I'm not being cheesy!"
Joonmyun lies down properly, one hand under his pillow and the other holding his phone against his ear. "I just miss you. That's all."
"I miss you too." Joonmyun hears him going back to his bed.
"Good night, Yifan."
"Good night." They hang up.
"I love you," Joonmyun whispers. And maybe Yifan will never really hear straight it from him, but he knows. They both know.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 429 words
over the years, they've found a magical frequency where their voices lead right to each other's.
It starts with Chanyeol being Chanyeol.
And then Baekhyun being Baekhyun.
And then the two youngest members following suit.
In the end, no one really listens to Joonmyun. Kyungsoo does, but that's Kyungsoo. He's the only sane one in this side of the group.
While they're all playing video games and eating and completely ignoring Joonmyun's nice request to get some rest before their all-day practice, Joonmyun snaps. He slams the bedroom door behind him and locks it. This isn't the first time this has happened. It's not the last.
Usually, he doesn't like doing this. He doesn't like being the weak one. He doesn't want to cave and crash in front of everyone. But he's frustrated and he's lonely and nobody listens to anything he says. It's exhausting. He's just... tired.
So he dials Yifan's number and hopes that he picks up, even if they're now in China, waiting for a schedule. He waits and hopes and prays that he'll pick up. It's the only thing that'll keep him sane.
"Hello?" the man on the other end says. Joonmyun smiles.
"Hey," he whispers. They don't really have to talk loudly; over the years, they've found a magical frequency where their voices lead right to each other's. It's one of the things that he misses the most about Yifan. "Were you sleeping? I don't want to disturb you."
"It's fine. You're not--"
"Never mind. Just go back to sleep." Joonmyun almost hangs up when he hears a door locking on Yifan's side.
"You're not disturbing me. Honestly, I really miss you." The deep tone of Yifan's voice is soothing, familiar, safe. He misses that too.
"So tell me what's wrong." Of course Yifan knows something's wrong. This is him. This is them. He would know.
"It's just the usual."
Yifan chuckles. "Do you want me to talk to Chanyeol again?"
"No!" Joonmyun blushes and hides under his covers. "Don't do that. Last time was embarrassing enough!"
"Then what is it? Are you alright?"
"I just... needed to hear your voice."
He laughs, rich and clear even through the phone. "Joonmyun, you're not the cheesy one in this relationship."
"I'm not being cheesy!"
Joonmyun lies down properly, one hand under his pillow and the other holding his phone against his ear. "I just miss you. That's all."
"I miss you too." Joonmyun hears him going back to his bed.
"Good night, Yifan."
"Good night." They hang up.
"I love you," Joonmyun whispers. And maybe Yifan will never really hear straight it from him, but he knows. They both know.