RENEWAL (1/3)
Title: Renewal (1/3)
Author: qrn
Pairing: *Guess*
Rating: PG
Summary: All he wanted was to see a forgiving smile on the other’s face. Everything was perfect, until...
Author's Notes: My first fic. I don't even know why I made a multi-chapter. It's an angst, and the pairing will be revealed in the end (although I guess you all can guess who). Click here for the beastattack page. Comments & feedbacks are welcome ^^
It was not the first time.
He stood there, staring.
The other guy stared back.
He kept staring.
With a flash of fear in his eyes, the other turned around and began to walk away.
He followed.
The other kept walking, quickening his pace with each step.
Don't run away.
It was not a hide-and-seek game. In fact, it was not a game at all. He was not sure whether the other genuinely did not remember or just simply wanted to avoid him. However, he was slightly agitated as the other disappeared into the swarm of people walking on the road.
---
It was the first time.
He looked at the tall stranger who had been staring at him for the last ten minutes. He shuffled his feet uneasily, staring back. The stranger’s face seemed emotionless, yet there was an unusual spark in his eyes.
What does he want from me?
He could not take it anymore. He turned around and made his way out of the subway. As expected, the stranger followed him. He walked faster. It was no use. He could not stop the stranger. As he reached the top of stairs, he made a swift turn into the pedestrian pathway. It was a gloomy, cloudy afternoon, and he was wearing an auburn trenchcoat with grey scarf, just like most people out there. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he successfully blended with the crowd.
---
He looked down on the picture in his hands. He smiled at the six people in the picture, all smiling freely as if they had no worries or problems in the world.
And he cried.
It was no use, he knew that--but he could not stop the tears from falling. A droplet of tear fell on the picture. He did not bother to rub it away. He knew that he would always cry every time he looked at the image of the six of them together.
A year ago.
He placed the picture on the desk and began to sob like crazy. Just like the other nights, he constantly reminded himself of the past.
"Hyung!"
"What is it?" Doojoon peeked from the soccer magazine he was reading.
"This." Junhyung held up his Son Dam Bi calendar, pointing at a date circled in red ink. "Isn't that today?"
"Yeah," Doojoon replied carelessly, and continued reading.
"Well, aren't we supposed to prepare something, then?"
"Yup."
"...Like?"
"I dunno," Doojoon shrugged. Junhyung walked over and snatched away the magazine. The older boy was taken aback. "Hey! I was reading that!"
"Listen up," Junhyung stated through clenched teeth, "Maknae and Yoseob are coming back and you're not the least bit excited?"
Doojoon looked away; pain was visible on his face. "Am I supposed to be?"
Junhyung sighed. He knew that Dongwoon and Yoseob got into a huge fight with Doojoon before they left for New York two weeks ago. Dongwoon and Yoseob won a free-holiday-for-two when they were walking around in the mall and decided to randomly enter a prize draw. They were too excited about the fact that they won to realize that the two-week vacation period clashed with Doojoon's birthday. When they got home with the big news to tell their housemates, Doojoon was the only one who reacted coldly and locked himself in his room. The two claimed that because they had never been to America before, they would not give the tickets away. As a result, Doojoon refused to take them to the airport.
Sometimes Junhyung would be so annoyed at Doojoon's stubbornness and high pride. It was not as if the two forgot his birthday completely. They did call on the D-day, wishing him happy birthday and all. They also mentioned that it was still daytime in New York, and they planned to watch the Broadway on that day. But being a persistent guy he was, he was not willing to take their calls. Hyunseung also mentioned that the oldest did not even reply to their text messages.
"Come on," Junhyung sat on the chair next to his hyung. "It's not good to hold grudges like this. It's unhealthy, you know."
Doojoon did not look away from the magazine.
"Me, Hyunseung and Kikwangie threw you a party, right? We gave you the sneakers and jacket, didn't we?" Junhyung placed a comforting hand on the older boy's shoulder. "I'm sure those two will bring back lots of cool presents for you."
Doojoon still ignored him.
"You'll grow bald like this."
It worked. Doojoon put down the magazine, slightly glaring at the younger male. "That;s not it, Jun. It's just that... it wasn't complete without all six of us, you know" He tapped his finger on the kitchen table, staring blankly. "What hurt me more was that they failed to remember that the trip collided with my birthday."
Junhyung shook his head. "Hyung, you know how they've been wanting to travel overseas. It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for them."
Doojoon gritted his teeth. He knew Junhyung was right. Besides, no matter how long he wanted to stay mad at the two, he could not avoid them as they all lived in the same house.
The younger boy stood up, patting him on the back. "They're arriving at 3PM. We'd better prepare something." He walked to the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke. "I'm out of ideas at the moment."
"We can make a simple welcome-back party." He looked at the clock, which read 9:47. "We have plenty of time." He looked around. "Where are the others?"
"Hyunseung still asleep, Kikwangie out jogging," Junhyung replied in a flat tone, as if he'd given the same answer every morning.
"Oh." Doojoon smiled to himself. "Of course, they would be." He walked to the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. "I'm going to the convenience store for props. You wake Hyunseung up, and when Kikwang gets back, clean the house."
Junhyung groaned. "Why do I always get the crappy job?"
Sighing, he walked to the bedroom. Once again, he did not bother changing into his sleeping clothes--just like every other night. He took a quick glance at the big Pikachu plush toy on the end of his bed. Lying down, he felt his body ache. But his heart had hurt the most.
Author: qrn
Pairing: *Guess*
Rating: PG
Summary: All he wanted was to see a forgiving smile on the other’s face. Everything was perfect, until...
Author's Notes: My first fic. I don't even know why I made a multi-chapter. It's an angst, and the pairing will be revealed in the end (although I guess you all can guess who). Click here for the beastattack page. Comments & feedbacks are welcome ^^
It was not the first time.
He stood there, staring.
The other guy stared back.
He kept staring.
With a flash of fear in his eyes, the other turned around and began to walk away.
He followed.
The other kept walking, quickening his pace with each step.
Don't run away.
It was not a hide-and-seek game. In fact, it was not a game at all. He was not sure whether the other genuinely did not remember or just simply wanted to avoid him. However, he was slightly agitated as the other disappeared into the swarm of people walking on the road.
---
It was the first time.
He looked at the tall stranger who had been staring at him for the last ten minutes. He shuffled his feet uneasily, staring back. The stranger’s face seemed emotionless, yet there was an unusual spark in his eyes.
What does he want from me?
He could not take it anymore. He turned around and made his way out of the subway. As expected, the stranger followed him. He walked faster. It was no use. He could not stop the stranger. As he reached the top of stairs, he made a swift turn into the pedestrian pathway. It was a gloomy, cloudy afternoon, and he was wearing an auburn trenchcoat with grey scarf, just like most people out there. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he successfully blended with the crowd.
---
He looked down on the picture in his hands. He smiled at the six people in the picture, all smiling freely as if they had no worries or problems in the world.
And he cried.
It was no use, he knew that--but he could not stop the tears from falling. A droplet of tear fell on the picture. He did not bother to rub it away. He knew that he would always cry every time he looked at the image of the six of them together.
A year ago.
He placed the picture on the desk and began to sob like crazy. Just like the other nights, he constantly reminded himself of the past.
"Hyung!"
"What is it?" Doojoon peeked from the soccer magazine he was reading.
"This." Junhyung held up his Son Dam Bi calendar, pointing at a date circled in red ink. "Isn't that today?"
"Yeah," Doojoon replied carelessly, and continued reading.
"Well, aren't we supposed to prepare something, then?"
"Yup."
"...Like?"
"I dunno," Doojoon shrugged. Junhyung walked over and snatched away the magazine. The older boy was taken aback. "Hey! I was reading that!"
"Listen up," Junhyung stated through clenched teeth, "Maknae and Yoseob are coming back and you're not the least bit excited?"
Doojoon looked away; pain was visible on his face. "Am I supposed to be?"
Junhyung sighed. He knew that Dongwoon and Yoseob got into a huge fight with Doojoon before they left for New York two weeks ago. Dongwoon and Yoseob won a free-holiday-for-two when they were walking around in the mall and decided to randomly enter a prize draw. They were too excited about the fact that they won to realize that the two-week vacation period clashed with Doojoon's birthday. When they got home with the big news to tell their housemates, Doojoon was the only one who reacted coldly and locked himself in his room. The two claimed that because they had never been to America before, they would not give the tickets away. As a result, Doojoon refused to take them to the airport.
Sometimes Junhyung would be so annoyed at Doojoon's stubbornness and high pride. It was not as if the two forgot his birthday completely. They did call on the D-day, wishing him happy birthday and all. They also mentioned that it was still daytime in New York, and they planned to watch the Broadway on that day. But being a persistent guy he was, he was not willing to take their calls. Hyunseung also mentioned that the oldest did not even reply to their text messages.
"Come on," Junhyung sat on the chair next to his hyung. "It's not good to hold grudges like this. It's unhealthy, you know."
Doojoon did not look away from the magazine.
"Me, Hyunseung and Kikwangie threw you a party, right? We gave you the sneakers and jacket, didn't we?" Junhyung placed a comforting hand on the older boy's shoulder. "I'm sure those two will bring back lots of cool presents for you."
Doojoon still ignored him.
"You'll grow bald like this."
It worked. Doojoon put down the magazine, slightly glaring at the younger male. "That;s not it, Jun. It's just that... it wasn't complete without all six of us, you know" He tapped his finger on the kitchen table, staring blankly. "What hurt me more was that they failed to remember that the trip collided with my birthday."
Junhyung shook his head. "Hyung, you know how they've been wanting to travel overseas. It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for them."
Doojoon gritted his teeth. He knew Junhyung was right. Besides, no matter how long he wanted to stay mad at the two, he could not avoid them as they all lived in the same house.
The younger boy stood up, patting him on the back. "They're arriving at 3PM. We'd better prepare something." He walked to the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke. "I'm out of ideas at the moment."
"We can make a simple welcome-back party." He looked at the clock, which read 9:47. "We have plenty of time." He looked around. "Where are the others?"
"Hyunseung still asleep, Kikwangie out jogging," Junhyung replied in a flat tone, as if he'd given the same answer every morning.
"Oh." Doojoon smiled to himself. "Of course, they would be." He walked to the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. "I'm going to the convenience store for props. You wake Hyunseung up, and when Kikwang gets back, clean the house."
Junhyung groaned. "Why do I always get the crappy job?"
Sighing, he walked to the bedroom. Once again, he did not bother changing into his sleeping clothes--just like every other night. He took a quick glance at the big Pikachu plush toy on the end of his bed. Lying down, he felt his body ache. But his heart had hurt the most.