Boys don't cry OO1
doojoon/yoseob (main)
junhyung/hyunseung ; dongwoon/gikwang
Alternative Universe ; Angst ; Drama
NC-17
A life that slowly kills him. Wounds from a remote past that won't ever heal.
★notes: Hiyeom! this is me with a new chaptered fanfic, well, it's not new at all, argh, it's a long story, lol, whatever, I started writing this story back in march but I didn't like it, so I delete it. But months after, someone appeared and was like "Why you stopped writing that dooseob? ): I liked it!" and since I came to love him so much I decided to continue this :D yes, I'm doing this just because of you, kigae , so if you don't read each chapter until the end you'll break my heart into little pieces
So if you guys have the feeling you've read this before it's because I'm reposting it. At first, it was called "aftershock" but I had to change the title cause it appeared a fanfic called the same after I stopped writing, lol, no, srsly :/ but well, the title is so gay but I don't care lol. I've changed some things and the writing is better since I've been improving with my english. I still suck, but I don't suck as much as I did before.
You can make sure this is gonna be a long and angsty story. Now you are gonna meet my NC-17 side (I'm 16, but in Korea 17 so I have the rights to write this kind of things 8D I don't find the logic at all, but whatever lol)
I hope you guys like it because I've recorrected it like 3259 times and I'm nervous right now :/
Happy b-day mas! ♥ I love you and I hope you like it (:
and like always, thanks to my beautiful beta caramel_chai who always help me with everything. I love you bbgirl <3 (and don't fucking argue with me, I love you more <333)
Lol, sorry the long note ): here we go!
boys don't cry
(chapter oo1)
A life that slowly kills him. Wounds from a remote past that won't ever heal.
Yoon Doojoon is a twenty-one year old guy. He's tall and handsome, and he's very keen on sports. He'd spent a whole night playing basketball all by himself at a wide empty gym, just the screech of the sneakers, the echo of emptiness keeping him company, if there was no one to join him -normally, there wasn't-. He's very keen on sports, the only thing that can distract him from this life he doesn't want for himself.
Doojoon doesn't mind being alone, because he always is. He doesn’t care about anybody; he doesn’t even care about himself. Doojoon thinks he doesn't need anybody to survive, he's okay as he is, and he’s better off alone, because people just seek him because of what he has, not for what he is.
Yoon DooJoon is an arrogant and selfish boy, but, despite his closed personality he was always popular in high school as in the university. Though not just because he was good-looking, smart and athletic, but because of his money. It was well known his father was the president of one of the biggest companies on South Korea, and one day, his son will inherit the whole business. Due to this, flocks of ajummas were always surrounding him as birds of prey. They didn't care he would became a cold-hearted man when he's older, they didn't even mind he wouldn't care about his daughter in the future, it was money, after all, and for those ajummas, everything was allowed if money was involved to catch doojoon's heart -if he did have one, because he lost it long time ago- and tie it down with his daughter's one.
Since he was a child, due to his high position on society, doojoon was never lacked of anything. Every single of his whims was fulfilled in a blink of an eye, besides, he never was a guy attached to his feelings, so, things such as love and friendship were never essential for him, though he always had a bunch of friends and more than a girlfriend, -who knows if they were for real, they just were-. He didn't need them. He always knew he would hold the company on his shoulders one day. He grew up with that thought. He was used to think his future life on solitude. That was the only reality he always knew.
___________________________
He comes in through one of the building's revolving doors and crosses the wide hall with long strides. He's wearing a suit because his father asked him to go to his office that morning. The family's driver brought him on one of the many cars the Yoon family had and one of the company’s guards opened the vehicle's door along with a little blow. Everyone who bump into his ways, make an exaggerated bow to the point Doojoon only sees crowns. He always thinks he's just the president's son, not the president himself. It’s uncomfortable being treated like that, but he had to get used to it, because, someday, he will become the president himself.
He takes the elevator to the sixteenth floor and the president's secretary's office turns up before his eyes. There's a blonde guy doojoon has never seen before behind the desktop, typing quickly on the computer's keyboard. He looks so rapt on his work that he doesn't even notice doojoon's presence at first.
It was strange he didn't know an employee, since he's always circling inside the company's building. Maybe he's just my father's new secretary, he thinks, but he looks too young for a job as important as the president's secretary that DooJoon almost can't believe it. He doesn't think he's too much older than him, but at the first sight it was quite evident they were too different. Doojoon is a good-looking guy, who had traced his future and no one will interfere on it, while that boys is... just a dyed blonde guy who nothing knows about his future and is too lucky to get a job as significant as this.
The boy looks up when he notices someone is staring at him. He has a girly face with expressive eyes on it and a gentle smile. Maybe too gentle. He stares at doojoon, while smiling.
'Good Morning. Have you arranged an appointment with Mr. President?' he asks, still smiling. doojoon is obviously offended -how he didn't know who he was?- and he's about to teach the new guy some rules when the office's door opens suddenly and his father appears out of nowhere.
'Doojoon, son, there you are. Me and my fellows were waiting for you' he says while he gets closer to his son and hugs him. Doojoon feels a little uncomfortable because he's not used to his father being as warm as when he is in front of his colleagues. But he tries to pretend and cracks a nervous smile, coming into his father's office. The guy gave a start when he hears the president just called the boy "son", looking at his boss, at first, and then to the son. Why no one told him the president has a son? Doojoon doesn't notice how the blonde boy stands up, a little scared, and makes a bow. He was the only one who smiled at him, so far, instead of just making an exaggerated bow.
_____________________________
His house is the biggest in Seoul and is always crowded with people -not exactly his friends because doojoon never let them in, but with maids that always had the house as tidy and clean that he almost could see the floor shining-. But he never cares about the shining floor or his perfectly cleaned room. As soon as the meeting ends and he arrives home, he lies on his bed with the lights off. He doesn't notice when the night falls until he feels his cell phone ringing on the nightstand. He's stunned due the sleeping, so he was this close to fall from his bed in the attempt of answering the call.
'Yo... Yoboseyo?' he asks. He couldn't see anything due the darkness. On the other side of the line, he hears a chuckle and immediately knows who called him.
“Doojoon-Ah! Don't you think it's too early for bed? You weren't sleeping, were you?” he asks. Doojoon growls and rubs his eyes.
“Actually, I was.” he says, sitting up from his bed. The maids let him sleep although it wasn’t time for bed, because they know it’s forbidden to put a foot on Doojoon’s room once he is inside. Still half-sleepy he turns the lights on. His room was as clean as when he arrived home, tired of cracking a fake smile to his father's colleagues. He had to be the nice president's son. Nice. Sure. “What it is, junhyung?”
“Well, now that I’ve woke up you, come with us to a drink.” he invites. doojoon almost can see him, smiling. Junhyung is one of his classmates on the university and one of his closest friends, if ever doojoon had believed in friends.
'Us?' he asks. He doesn't know why he asked the "us", he didn't have anything to do, so he was seriously planning to go wherever junhyung was.
“Just come, you antisocial” he insists, giving DooJoon the address of the noraebang on where they were. Junhyung, on the other line, hangs up, and it takes about ten minutes to doojoon to reach the bathroom so he could take a shower.
_____________________
'Cheers' everyone says, except from doojoon who merely hit his glass with his classmate's ones. Spending a friday night with his classmates in a noraebang isn't exactly the way he would planned it, but it isn't bad at all. Once from a hundred, he hangs out with them to act as a normal guy from his age, though he knows he would never become one.
It has been two hours since he arrived. In the noraebang room most everyone was half- drunken, wearing ridiculous hats on their heads, big shining glasses and more show. Doojoon looks at them, sitting in a corner, with a glass in his hand. He hasn't sung a single song in the whole night and it wasn't as if he would love to. He looked tired and ashamed from his own classmates.
'Doojoon, we are gonna get more drinks, come with us' Junhyung says and since Doojoon is bored to death looking at his drunken classmates, he goes with him and the boys who weren't drunk at all to the first floor from the noraebaeng, where the bar was placed. Once they reach there, they see a waiter behind the bar who is dyed blonde. That hair looks familiar to Doojoon, along with that girly face and his gentle smile, but he doesn't remember where he has seen him before.
'Hey, girl, give us some soju's bottles here' says one of the boys. Doojoon chuckles.
'He's not a girl. He's a guy' he whispers and looks at the guy by the corner of his eyes. So he realizes he is his father's new secretary who he met that morning. Yes, it actually is that dyed blonde guy with that wide smile on his face who greeted him as if he was just another employee.
Doojoon stares at him, wondering what his father would say if he finds out where exactly his new secretary works at night.
The boy just extends his smile.
‘It's okay. Everyone thinks I'm a girl at first sight’ he says, dismissively. It seems like he hadn't recognized Doojoon, again. This time, he isn't outraged but amused; How this boy can be so clumsy? He gives them the soju's bottles, adds them to their account and says goodbye waving his hand on the air.
‘Aren't you coming with us?’ Junhyung asks when he notices Doojoon wasn't following them but staring at the blonde boy who started cleaning the bar's surface.
‘You go ahead’ he tells them. They just followed their way, leaving him alone with the waiter who hadn't noticed that his boss's son was staring at him, cracking a slight smile. Doojoon comes towards him and leans himself on the bar.
‘It seems as you love money, don't you think?’ he says. The waiter looks at him and stops breathing for a moment when he realizes who he is. How he could forget his face so easily when he is his boss's son? He stops cleaning the bar and makes a bow. Doojoon just smirks. This guy dyed blonde looks interesting.
junhyung/hyunseung ; dongwoon/gikwang
Alternative Universe ; Angst ; Drama
NC-17
A life that slowly kills him. Wounds from a remote past that won't ever heal.
★notes: Hiyeom! this is me with a new chaptered fanfic, well, it's not new at all, argh, it's a long story, lol, whatever, I started writing this story back in march but I didn't like it, so I delete it. But months after, someone appeared and was like "Why you stopped writing that dooseob? ): I liked it!" and since I came to love him so much I decided to continue this :D yes, I'm doing this just because of you, kigae , so if you don't read each chapter until the end you'll break my heart into little pieces
So if you guys have the feeling you've read this before it's because I'm reposting it. At first, it was called "aftershock" but I had to change the title cause it appeared a fanfic called the same after I stopped writing, lol, no, srsly :/ but well, the title is so gay but I don't care lol. I've changed some things and the writing is better since I've been improving with my english. I still suck, but I don't suck as much as I did before.
You can make sure this is gonna be a long and angsty story. Now you are gonna meet my NC-17 side (I'm 16, but in Korea 17 so I have the rights to write this kind of things 8D I don't find the logic at all, but whatever lol)
I hope you guys like it because I've recorrected it like 3259 times and I'm nervous right now :/
Happy b-day mas! ♥ I love you and I hope you like it (:
and like always, thanks to my beautiful beta caramel_chai who always help me with everything. I love you bbgirl <3 (and don't fucking argue with me, I love you more <333)
Lol, sorry the long note ): here we go!
boys don't cry
(chapter oo1)
A life that slowly kills him. Wounds from a remote past that won't ever heal.
Yoon Doojoon is a twenty-one year old guy. He's tall and handsome, and he's very keen on sports. He'd spent a whole night playing basketball all by himself at a wide empty gym, just the screech of the sneakers, the echo of emptiness keeping him company, if there was no one to join him -normally, there wasn't-. He's very keen on sports, the only thing that can distract him from this life he doesn't want for himself.
Doojoon doesn't mind being alone, because he always is. He doesn’t care about anybody; he doesn’t even care about himself. Doojoon thinks he doesn't need anybody to survive, he's okay as he is, and he’s better off alone, because people just seek him because of what he has, not for what he is.
Yoon DooJoon is an arrogant and selfish boy, but, despite his closed personality he was always popular in high school as in the university. Though not just because he was good-looking, smart and athletic, but because of his money. It was well known his father was the president of one of the biggest companies on South Korea, and one day, his son will inherit the whole business. Due to this, flocks of ajummas were always surrounding him as birds of prey. They didn't care he would became a cold-hearted man when he's older, they didn't even mind he wouldn't care about his daughter in the future, it was money, after all, and for those ajummas, everything was allowed if money was involved to catch doojoon's heart -if he did have one, because he lost it long time ago- and tie it down with his daughter's one.
Since he was a child, due to his high position on society, doojoon was never lacked of anything. Every single of his whims was fulfilled in a blink of an eye, besides, he never was a guy attached to his feelings, so, things such as love and friendship were never essential for him, though he always had a bunch of friends and more than a girlfriend, -who knows if they were for real, they just were-. He didn't need them. He always knew he would hold the company on his shoulders one day. He grew up with that thought. He was used to think his future life on solitude. That was the only reality he always knew.
___________________________
He comes in through one of the building's revolving doors and crosses the wide hall with long strides. He's wearing a suit because his father asked him to go to his office that morning. The family's driver brought him on one of the many cars the Yoon family had and one of the company’s guards opened the vehicle's door along with a little blow. Everyone who bump into his ways, make an exaggerated bow to the point Doojoon only sees crowns. He always thinks he's just the president's son, not the president himself. It’s uncomfortable being treated like that, but he had to get used to it, because, someday, he will become the president himself.
He takes the elevator to the sixteenth floor and the president's secretary's office turns up before his eyes. There's a blonde guy doojoon has never seen before behind the desktop, typing quickly on the computer's keyboard. He looks so rapt on his work that he doesn't even notice doojoon's presence at first.
It was strange he didn't know an employee, since he's always circling inside the company's building. Maybe he's just my father's new secretary, he thinks, but he looks too young for a job as important as the president's secretary that DooJoon almost can't believe it. He doesn't think he's too much older than him, but at the first sight it was quite evident they were too different. Doojoon is a good-looking guy, who had traced his future and no one will interfere on it, while that boys is... just a dyed blonde guy who nothing knows about his future and is too lucky to get a job as significant as this.
The boy looks up when he notices someone is staring at him. He has a girly face with expressive eyes on it and a gentle smile. Maybe too gentle. He stares at doojoon, while smiling.
'Good Morning. Have you arranged an appointment with Mr. President?' he asks, still smiling. doojoon is obviously offended -how he didn't know who he was?- and he's about to teach the new guy some rules when the office's door opens suddenly and his father appears out of nowhere.
'Doojoon, son, there you are. Me and my fellows were waiting for you' he says while he gets closer to his son and hugs him. Doojoon feels a little uncomfortable because he's not used to his father being as warm as when he is in front of his colleagues. But he tries to pretend and cracks a nervous smile, coming into his father's office. The guy gave a start when he hears the president just called the boy "son", looking at his boss, at first, and then to the son. Why no one told him the president has a son? Doojoon doesn't notice how the blonde boy stands up, a little scared, and makes a bow. He was the only one who smiled at him, so far, instead of just making an exaggerated bow.
_____________________________
His house is the biggest in Seoul and is always crowded with people -not exactly his friends because doojoon never let them in, but with maids that always had the house as tidy and clean that he almost could see the floor shining-. But he never cares about the shining floor or his perfectly cleaned room. As soon as the meeting ends and he arrives home, he lies on his bed with the lights off. He doesn't notice when the night falls until he feels his cell phone ringing on the nightstand. He's stunned due the sleeping, so he was this close to fall from his bed in the attempt of answering the call.
'Yo... Yoboseyo?' he asks. He couldn't see anything due the darkness. On the other side of the line, he hears a chuckle and immediately knows who called him.
“Doojoon-Ah! Don't you think it's too early for bed? You weren't sleeping, were you?” he asks. Doojoon growls and rubs his eyes.
“Actually, I was.” he says, sitting up from his bed. The maids let him sleep although it wasn’t time for bed, because they know it’s forbidden to put a foot on Doojoon’s room once he is inside. Still half-sleepy he turns the lights on. His room was as clean as when he arrived home, tired of cracking a fake smile to his father's colleagues. He had to be the nice president's son. Nice. Sure. “What it is, junhyung?”
“Well, now that I’ve woke up you, come with us to a drink.” he invites. doojoon almost can see him, smiling. Junhyung is one of his classmates on the university and one of his closest friends, if ever doojoon had believed in friends.
'Us?' he asks. He doesn't know why he asked the "us", he didn't have anything to do, so he was seriously planning to go wherever junhyung was.
“Just come, you antisocial” he insists, giving DooJoon the address of the noraebang on where they were. Junhyung, on the other line, hangs up, and it takes about ten minutes to doojoon to reach the bathroom so he could take a shower.
_____________________
'Cheers' everyone says, except from doojoon who merely hit his glass with his classmate's ones. Spending a friday night with his classmates in a noraebang isn't exactly the way he would planned it, but it isn't bad at all. Once from a hundred, he hangs out with them to act as a normal guy from his age, though he knows he would never become one.
It has been two hours since he arrived. In the noraebang room most everyone was half- drunken, wearing ridiculous hats on their heads, big shining glasses and more show. Doojoon looks at them, sitting in a corner, with a glass in his hand. He hasn't sung a single song in the whole night and it wasn't as if he would love to. He looked tired and ashamed from his own classmates.
'Doojoon, we are gonna get more drinks, come with us' Junhyung says and since Doojoon is bored to death looking at his drunken classmates, he goes with him and the boys who weren't drunk at all to the first floor from the noraebaeng, where the bar was placed. Once they reach there, they see a waiter behind the bar who is dyed blonde. That hair looks familiar to Doojoon, along with that girly face and his gentle smile, but he doesn't remember where he has seen him before.
'Hey, girl, give us some soju's bottles here' says one of the boys. Doojoon chuckles.
'He's not a girl. He's a guy' he whispers and looks at the guy by the corner of his eyes. So he realizes he is his father's new secretary who he met that morning. Yes, it actually is that dyed blonde guy with that wide smile on his face who greeted him as if he was just another employee.
Doojoon stares at him, wondering what his father would say if he finds out where exactly his new secretary works at night.
The boy just extends his smile.
‘It's okay. Everyone thinks I'm a girl at first sight’ he says, dismissively. It seems like he hadn't recognized Doojoon, again. This time, he isn't outraged but amused; How this boy can be so clumsy? He gives them the soju's bottles, adds them to their account and says goodbye waving his hand on the air.
‘Aren't you coming with us?’ Junhyung asks when he notices Doojoon wasn't following them but staring at the blonde boy who started cleaning the bar's surface.
‘You go ahead’ he tells them. They just followed their way, leaving him alone with the waiter who hadn't noticed that his boss's son was staring at him, cracking a slight smile. Doojoon comes towards him and leans himself on the bar.
‘It seems as you love money, don't you think?’ he says. The waiter looks at him and stops breathing for a moment when he realizes who he is. How he could forget his face so easily when he is his boss's son? He stops cleaning the bar and makes a bow. Doojoon just smirks. This guy dyed blonde looks interesting.