Friends Forever, yeah.
Title: Friends Forever, yeah.
Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
Summary: Don’t be with her.
And every day the hole gets bigger.
Bigger and deeper.
And a little more big and a little more deep.
I do nothing about it. Until today. Tonight.
“Woon!?”
I turn my head. Hyung is holding up a stripped dress shirt and a solid black shirt.
“Which one?” he asks.
“Black.”
Hyung jumps out of the room to change. He almost bumps his head. He’s excited.
He has a date with some actress. He mentions her a lot, and yet, I don’t remember her name. I don’t care for her name, or knowing it. ‘Cause it’s always her. Her. Her. We never have time anymore to work on our new song. I work on it by myself now. The lyrics are sadder.
Hyung comes back. “How do I look? Good, right?” He asks me. He looks very handsome. The scent clinging to him is enticing. I smile falsely. I fiddle with his collar.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for helping me choose. I’m gonna get her chocolates before I pick her up.”
“She’d like that.”
Doojoon grins. I’m done fiddling.
“Alright. Well I’d better leave now if I wanna make it in time.”
Doojoon turns.
“-Wait, hyung.”
The words fall out of my mouth. He stops. I’m surprised that he stops.
The rise in his eyebrows and his opened eyes answer.
My rationale collapses. “You… just be…” My hands spontaneously find his waist. I ease my frame close to his. I relax. I look down to these still, coral, separated lips. I connect them with mine. I kiss hyung softly, yet I pour everything into it: All the unsaid things, all the past subtle and not-so-subtle touches, all the eye glances, the holding hands, the emotions coiling inside. All of that-what we have experienced together-that was real for me. I know it was real for him. It had to have been. We interact with our hearts; they communicate. I know what he feels for me. My kiss pleads for him to remember those sensations we shared. He has to remember.
I pull back. I want to see his face. Hyung does not look at me. I meet eyelids instead of eyes.
“Gotta go,” is all he says.
He leaves nonchalantly. He leaves like nothing happened. Like I just didn’t kiss him. Like I just didn’t nonverbally tell him how and what I’ve felt for him. Hyung has never acted like this with me.
I curl up on the bed. I think hard about what I’ve done. The silence won’t leave me alone. My stupidity won’t leave me alone. I just want everything to leave me alone. Everything is stupid.
I don’t want to think. I want to go to sleep.
…
Hyung comes home at twelve in the morning. He makes lots of noise. He’s talking with the others.
I stay in bed. Hyung doesn’t talk to me.
…
It’s a new day now. We all come together for breakfast. Hyung and I sit next to each other like normal. There is chatter like normal. Everything is normal.
Hyung normally asks if I want any eggs. I normally tell him yes. He normally puts a helping of eggs on my plate. I normally say thank you.
Everything is normal. As if nothing happened. As if I did not kiss hyung. As if my kiss was an illusion, fiction, imaginary. As if it was nothing.
Not even a dream.
And every day the hole gets deeper.
It hurts a lot, yeah.
Related Fic: Princess, the Killer's Not My Enemy [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
It's Mister Steal Yo' Girl [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
Summary: Don’t be with her.
And every day the hole gets bigger.
Bigger and deeper.
And a little more big and a little more deep.
I do nothing about it. Until today. Tonight.
“Woon!?”
I turn my head. Hyung is holding up a stripped dress shirt and a solid black shirt.
“Which one?” he asks.
“Black.”
Hyung jumps out of the room to change. He almost bumps his head. He’s excited.
He has a date with some actress. He mentions her a lot, and yet, I don’t remember her name. I don’t care for her name, or knowing it. ‘Cause it’s always her. Her. Her. We never have time anymore to work on our new song. I work on it by myself now. The lyrics are sadder.
Hyung comes back. “How do I look? Good, right?” He asks me. He looks very handsome. The scent clinging to him is enticing. I smile falsely. I fiddle with his collar.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for helping me choose. I’m gonna get her chocolates before I pick her up.”
“She’d like that.”
Doojoon grins. I’m done fiddling.
“Alright. Well I’d better leave now if I wanna make it in time.”
Doojoon turns.
“-Wait, hyung.”
The words fall out of my mouth. He stops. I’m surprised that he stops.
The rise in his eyebrows and his opened eyes answer.
My rationale collapses. “You… just be…” My hands spontaneously find his waist. I ease my frame close to his. I relax. I look down to these still, coral, separated lips. I connect them with mine. I kiss hyung softly, yet I pour everything into it: All the unsaid things, all the past subtle and not-so-subtle touches, all the eye glances, the holding hands, the emotions coiling inside. All of that-what we have experienced together-that was real for me. I know it was real for him. It had to have been. We interact with our hearts; they communicate. I know what he feels for me. My kiss pleads for him to remember those sensations we shared. He has to remember.
I pull back. I want to see his face. Hyung does not look at me. I meet eyelids instead of eyes.
“Gotta go,” is all he says.
He leaves nonchalantly. He leaves like nothing happened. Like I just didn’t kiss him. Like I just didn’t nonverbally tell him how and what I’ve felt for him. Hyung has never acted like this with me.
I curl up on the bed. I think hard about what I’ve done. The silence won’t leave me alone. My stupidity won’t leave me alone. I just want everything to leave me alone. Everything is stupid.
I don’t want to think. I want to go to sleep.
…
Hyung comes home at twelve in the morning. He makes lots of noise. He’s talking with the others.
I stay in bed. Hyung doesn’t talk to me.
…
It’s a new day now. We all come together for breakfast. Hyung and I sit next to each other like normal. There is chatter like normal. Everything is normal.
Hyung normally asks if I want any eggs. I normally tell him yes. He normally puts a helping of eggs on my plate. I normally say thank you.
Everything is normal. As if nothing happened. As if I did not kiss hyung. As if my kiss was an illusion, fiction, imaginary. As if it was nothing.
Not even a dream.
And every day the hole gets deeper.
It hurts a lot, yeah.
Related Fic: Princess, the Killer's Not My Enemy [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
It's Mister Steal Yo' Girl [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)