Then Again, Probably Not [5/5]
Title: Then Again, Probably Not
Pairing: Daejae, Banghim
Rating: PG
Summary: In which six boys try to put on a high school production of Macbeth and everything goes wrong.
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After cleaning up the mess, everyone found themselves packed into Hyosung’s hospital room. She was awake and bubbly, eager to take the stage the next night. Hana explained to the group that Hyosung just had a sprained wrist, and was scratched up a bit, but other then that she should be fine.
“They just wanna keep her overnight for surveillance. She’s scheduled to be discharged tomorrow morning.” Hana said.
“Thats great!” Himchan smiled, “Hyosung...I’m really sorry this happened to you. It’s all my fault...if I hadn’t made you go get that anthology this would have never happened to you...and well...then Youngjae wouldn’t have had to dress like a girl...and the stage probably wouldn’t have collapsed either. Everything is my fault.”
“Nothing is your fault.” The purple haired girl reassured him, “I volunteered to go so I should take responsibility for that. The last thing I want you to do is feel guilty over what happened.”
“You’re too nice, Hyo.” Sunhwa teased, “If I were you, I would jump right out of that hospital bed and bash his brains out.”
“Pssh. He’s had a pretty hard time tonight. Better just to let him off with a warning.” She smirked, giving a sly wink towards Himchan.
“Oh god please tell me that doesn’t mean you’re gonna push me down the stairs at graduation.” He groaned.
“Close guess, but nope.” she laughed. “Wait, where’s Youngjae and Daehyun?” She looked around the room, just noticing the two absences.
“Oh, Youngjae is with Daehyun...Daehyun broke his arm rescuing Youngjae. I wonder if they’ll stop by...” Yongguk replied.
Hyosung clasped her hands together, looking starry eyed, “Daehyun got hurt rescuing the damsel in distress, how romantic!”
Daehyun sat on the edge of the hospital bed, trying to wiggle his fingers in the hard, plastic cast. The white in the room was blinding him.
“Does it hurt?” Youngjae asked, breaking the awkward silence the two had been sitting in since the nurse left.
“Not anymore...it just kinda feels weird.” Daehyun replied.
“Oh...that’s good.”
Silence again.
“Okay, listen, I’m just gonna rip of the bandaid right now cause I can’t stand this awkward moment we’re sitting in right now.” Daehyun finally sighed.
“Okay?”
“I like you. No...I love you. Yeah, I know it’s weird. It’s really weird and I don’t know when I started feeling like this but it just happened. And I can understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore but it’s just...I’m sorry.” His words were getting jumbled together and his tongue felt numb.
Youngjae smiled, “I know.”
“Wh-What?”
“It’s not that hard to find out stuff like this when your phone’s password is 42069.” He rolled his eyes.
“I-I-I...”
“And I already know your computer password is ‘twerk4daehyun’ so don’t even try to hide that from me.”
“Okay, now that’s kinda scary.” Daehyun replied, confused as to where Youngjae was trying to get with this.
“Yeah I guess...but I mean...couples are suppose to know each other’s feelings, right?”
Daehyun was speechless, “Couple?!”
Youngjae turned a bright shade of red, “I mean! I mean like if you want cause...” he rubbed the back of his head, “I feel the same way about you too.”
Daehyun’s heart sped up, “Come again? You love who?”
“You...” Youngjae muttered, knowing Daehyun was trying to tease him.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you, try again?”
“You...”
“Gonna have to speak up, honey.”
Red faced and angry, Youngjae got up from his seat and pressed his lips against Daehyun. He kissed him. Daehyun couldn’t believe it. Youngjae was actually fucking kissing him.
“I love you, dumbass.”
Himchan heaved the heavy tool bag down the halls towards the school’s theater. Yongguk was back there fixing the broken beam so it would be all ready for tonight’s show. Hyosung had already called him and told him that she was going to be discharged in a couple hours so she could definitely get on that stage. Himchan was happy. Everything had worked out. Now if he could only carry this damn toolbag.
“Need some help?”
Himchan turned around and saw the last person he wanted to talk to.
“Oh...Jieun...” He tried to cover his face. He hadn’t seen her since last night where he almost tried to claw her eyes out.
“Is Hyosung doing alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, she’s doing fine. She’s gonna be discharged soon so she’ll be able to perform tonight.”
“Oh thats good! She was such a great actress, I’m happy she’s doing fine.”
“Yeah...Um, listen, Jieun.”
“Hm?”
“I’m really, really, really, really sorry. For everything...I was just overreacting and stuff. I really didn’t mean any of it. You’re a really nice girl and I’m an asshole. I’m super, super sorry.”
Jieun smiled, “It’s alright. I forgive you.” She laughed, “Truthfully I would’ve done to same thing to my boyfriend if I were in your situation.”
Himchan mentally face palmed, of course a girl like Jieun would have a boyfriend. Why was he even worrying? He should have just asked in the first place. After all, Jieun didn’t seem like the type to go behind her boyfriend’s back.
“So we’re cool?”
“Of course, Himchan. We’re totally cool. Now do you need any help with that?”
Himchan nodded, and struggled to pick the bag up with both hands, “It’s really heavy.”
Jieun walked over, grabbed the bag with one hand and swung it over her bag like a purse, all without breaking a sweat.
Himchan went slack jawed, “H-How did you...?”
“Girls have a heavy load to carry, you know?” She called over her shoulder, before strutting down the hall towards the theater.
And Himchan smiled and followed after her, because he understood. He finally understood.
In the end, Himchan never needed the anthology, and it sat in his dad’s office collecting dust. And it remained there until even Jongup and Junhong went off to college, and it remained there for many years more.
And in the very, very end, after everyone had found their own happy ending, they all agreed that the curse of the Scottish Play, might have been a blessing instead.
But who knows? Because at the end of the day, who actually agrees that high school is nothing but one giant high school fuckical?
Pairing: Daejae, Banghim
Rating: PG
Summary: In which six boys try to put on a high school production of Macbeth and everything goes wrong.
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After cleaning up the mess, everyone found themselves packed into Hyosung’s hospital room. She was awake and bubbly, eager to take the stage the next night. Hana explained to the group that Hyosung just had a sprained wrist, and was scratched up a bit, but other then that she should be fine.
“They just wanna keep her overnight for surveillance. She’s scheduled to be discharged tomorrow morning.” Hana said.
“Thats great!” Himchan smiled, “Hyosung...I’m really sorry this happened to you. It’s all my fault...if I hadn’t made you go get that anthology this would have never happened to you...and well...then Youngjae wouldn’t have had to dress like a girl...and the stage probably wouldn’t have collapsed either. Everything is my fault.”
“Nothing is your fault.” The purple haired girl reassured him, “I volunteered to go so I should take responsibility for that. The last thing I want you to do is feel guilty over what happened.”
“You’re too nice, Hyo.” Sunhwa teased, “If I were you, I would jump right out of that hospital bed and bash his brains out.”
“Pssh. He’s had a pretty hard time tonight. Better just to let him off with a warning.” She smirked, giving a sly wink towards Himchan.
“Oh god please tell me that doesn’t mean you’re gonna push me down the stairs at graduation.” He groaned.
“Close guess, but nope.” she laughed. “Wait, where’s Youngjae and Daehyun?” She looked around the room, just noticing the two absences.
“Oh, Youngjae is with Daehyun...Daehyun broke his arm rescuing Youngjae. I wonder if they’ll stop by...” Yongguk replied.
Hyosung clasped her hands together, looking starry eyed, “Daehyun got hurt rescuing the damsel in distress, how romantic!”
Daehyun sat on the edge of the hospital bed, trying to wiggle his fingers in the hard, plastic cast. The white in the room was blinding him.
“Does it hurt?” Youngjae asked, breaking the awkward silence the two had been sitting in since the nurse left.
“Not anymore...it just kinda feels weird.” Daehyun replied.
“Oh...that’s good.”
Silence again.
“Okay, listen, I’m just gonna rip of the bandaid right now cause I can’t stand this awkward moment we’re sitting in right now.” Daehyun finally sighed.
“Okay?”
“I like you. No...I love you. Yeah, I know it’s weird. It’s really weird and I don’t know when I started feeling like this but it just happened. And I can understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore but it’s just...I’m sorry.” His words were getting jumbled together and his tongue felt numb.
Youngjae smiled, “I know.”
“Wh-What?”
“It’s not that hard to find out stuff like this when your phone’s password is 42069.” He rolled his eyes.
“I-I-I...”
“And I already know your computer password is ‘twerk4daehyun’ so don’t even try to hide that from me.”
“Okay, now that’s kinda scary.” Daehyun replied, confused as to where Youngjae was trying to get with this.
“Yeah I guess...but I mean...couples are suppose to know each other’s feelings, right?”
Daehyun was speechless, “Couple?!”
Youngjae turned a bright shade of red, “I mean! I mean like if you want cause...” he rubbed the back of his head, “I feel the same way about you too.”
Daehyun’s heart sped up, “Come again? You love who?”
“You...” Youngjae muttered, knowing Daehyun was trying to tease him.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you, try again?”
“You...”
“Gonna have to speak up, honey.”
Red faced and angry, Youngjae got up from his seat and pressed his lips against Daehyun. He kissed him. Daehyun couldn’t believe it. Youngjae was actually fucking kissing him.
“I love you, dumbass.”
Himchan heaved the heavy tool bag down the halls towards the school’s theater. Yongguk was back there fixing the broken beam so it would be all ready for tonight’s show. Hyosung had already called him and told him that she was going to be discharged in a couple hours so she could definitely get on that stage. Himchan was happy. Everything had worked out. Now if he could only carry this damn toolbag.
“Need some help?”
Himchan turned around and saw the last person he wanted to talk to.
“Oh...Jieun...” He tried to cover his face. He hadn’t seen her since last night where he almost tried to claw her eyes out.
“Is Hyosung doing alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, she’s doing fine. She’s gonna be discharged soon so she’ll be able to perform tonight.”
“Oh thats good! She was such a great actress, I’m happy she’s doing fine.”
“Yeah...Um, listen, Jieun.”
“Hm?”
“I’m really, really, really, really sorry. For everything...I was just overreacting and stuff. I really didn’t mean any of it. You’re a really nice girl and I’m an asshole. I’m super, super sorry.”
Jieun smiled, “It’s alright. I forgive you.” She laughed, “Truthfully I would’ve done to same thing to my boyfriend if I were in your situation.”
Himchan mentally face palmed, of course a girl like Jieun would have a boyfriend. Why was he even worrying? He should have just asked in the first place. After all, Jieun didn’t seem like the type to go behind her boyfriend’s back.
“So we’re cool?”
“Of course, Himchan. We’re totally cool. Now do you need any help with that?”
Himchan nodded, and struggled to pick the bag up with both hands, “It’s really heavy.”
Jieun walked over, grabbed the bag with one hand and swung it over her bag like a purse, all without breaking a sweat.
Himchan went slack jawed, “H-How did you...?”
“Girls have a heavy load to carry, you know?” She called over her shoulder, before strutting down the hall towards the theater.
And Himchan smiled and followed after her, because he understood. He finally understood.
In the end, Himchan never needed the anthology, and it sat in his dad’s office collecting dust. And it remained there until even Jongup and Junhong went off to college, and it remained there for many years more.
And in the very, very end, after everyone had found their own happy ending, they all agreed that the curse of the Scottish Play, might have been a blessing instead.
But who knows? Because at the end of the day, who actually agrees that high school is nothing but one giant high school fuckical?