best friends - chansu - oneshot
Title: Best Friends
Author: mandarinorange
Band/Pairing: Chansung/Junsu, Junho/Wooyoung (2PM)
Rating: PG
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 490
Summary: Chansung sees a little bit more than he'd like to sometimes.
It's no secret how close Junsu is to Junho. It's not unusual for Junsu to gravitate towards Junho, hook their arms, entwine their fingers like chain links keeping them together, because they are best friends-the Jun Brothers-after all. Everyone talks about how sweet it is and how heartwarming it looks, and Chansung want to agree, he really does, but.
He's a little more observant than the other members sometimes. The way Junho's eyes wander whenever Junsu grabs his hand and the way he becomes a little less responsive to Junsu each and every day until all he does is offer a faint smile, none of it escapes Chansung's notice. Sitting quietly at the kitchen table, head resting on his hands, and earphones in even though his iPod isn't on, he watches everything, sees everything. And the way Junho is slowly but surely drifting away from Junsu makes Chansung unspeakably sad, like he'd cry if it weren't stupid. He doesn't cry, though, just lets the sadness rest heavy behind lips pressed together a little too tightly and wonders why.
After so long, it starts to make sense. The faded, watered-down Junho that sits calmly beside Junsu and half-listens when Junsu talks is the exact opposite of the loud, silly Junho that jokes around with Wooyoung, and when they're across the room from each other their eyes don't meet so much as they collide like two cars going full speed. This would be okay if it didn't have the potential to be the earthquake that levels the framework of Junsu's heart. Chansung feels an obligation to protect Junsu in anyway he can, so he keeps his mouth shut and speaks less than ever for fear of saying something that he shouldn't.
(But every now and then, he slips up. The way he frowns so knowingly or rests his chin on Junsu's shoulder when they are alone is like a tip off, a little red flag. When Junsu asks, What's wrong? Is everything okay? he tries to smile in response to keep the corners of Junsu's lips from turning downward so much, except it doesn't reach his eyes like normal, or his heart for that matter.)
In the end, he doesn't have to keep quiet for that long, not when Junsu eases the door open one day and sees Junho and Wooyoung pressed together at the hips, the lips, and pressing fingers into each other's skin like branding irons.
What is- Why didn't you- "Oh."
The door clicks shut and Chansung watches Junsu's face fall the same way a building collapses, breathtaking and devastating.
Just like that, Chansung is at Junsu's side, talking quickly and louder than necessary about things that don't matter and ushering him towards some other part of their dorm, maybe to make up for all the talking he hasn't been doing or maybe to drown out the sound of his own heart breaking on Junsu's behalf.
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Author: mandarinorange
Band/Pairing: Chansung/Junsu, Junho/Wooyoung (2PM)
Rating: PG
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 490
Summary: Chansung sees a little bit more than he'd like to sometimes.
It's no secret how close Junsu is to Junho. It's not unusual for Junsu to gravitate towards Junho, hook their arms, entwine their fingers like chain links keeping them together, because they are best friends-the Jun Brothers-after all. Everyone talks about how sweet it is and how heartwarming it looks, and Chansung want to agree, he really does, but.
He's a little more observant than the other members sometimes. The way Junho's eyes wander whenever Junsu grabs his hand and the way he becomes a little less responsive to Junsu each and every day until all he does is offer a faint smile, none of it escapes Chansung's notice. Sitting quietly at the kitchen table, head resting on his hands, and earphones in even though his iPod isn't on, he watches everything, sees everything. And the way Junho is slowly but surely drifting away from Junsu makes Chansung unspeakably sad, like he'd cry if it weren't stupid. He doesn't cry, though, just lets the sadness rest heavy behind lips pressed together a little too tightly and wonders why.
After so long, it starts to make sense. The faded, watered-down Junho that sits calmly beside Junsu and half-listens when Junsu talks is the exact opposite of the loud, silly Junho that jokes around with Wooyoung, and when they're across the room from each other their eyes don't meet so much as they collide like two cars going full speed. This would be okay if it didn't have the potential to be the earthquake that levels the framework of Junsu's heart. Chansung feels an obligation to protect Junsu in anyway he can, so he keeps his mouth shut and speaks less than ever for fear of saying something that he shouldn't.
(But every now and then, he slips up. The way he frowns so knowingly or rests his chin on Junsu's shoulder when they are alone is like a tip off, a little red flag. When Junsu asks, What's wrong? Is everything okay? he tries to smile in response to keep the corners of Junsu's lips from turning downward so much, except it doesn't reach his eyes like normal, or his heart for that matter.)
In the end, he doesn't have to keep quiet for that long, not when Junsu eases the door open one day and sees Junho and Wooyoung pressed together at the hips, the lips, and pressing fingers into each other's skin like branding irons.
What is- Why didn't you- "Oh."
The door clicks shut and Chansung watches Junsu's face fall the same way a building collapses, breathtaking and devastating.
Just like that, Chansung is at Junsu's side, talking quickly and louder than necessary about things that don't matter and ushering him towards some other part of their dorm, maybe to make up for all the talking he hasn't been doing or maybe to drown out the sound of his own heart breaking on Junsu's behalf.
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