Conflicting Affections [Part 3]
Title: Conflicting Affections [Part 3]
Pairings: So many hints. Guess it yourself. ;D
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Yoseob finally warned Hyunseung.
Author Notes: LOL. Have fun reading. There's texting style mixed in there.
Color Code
Doojoon-RED
Yoseob-PINK
Hyunseung-GREEN
Junhyung-PURPLE
Kikwang-BLUE
Dongwoon-YELLOW
Yoseob woke up the next day with a pounding headache, making his vision dizzy when he opened his eyes. "Ugh... This is not helping! Damn it!" He groaned loudly, sitting up and rubbed at his forehead, hoping to sooth the pain. A soft sigh escaped from his lips as he glanced at the clock, it was 9AM and all of the BEAST members had to gather at the dance studio at 12PM sharp. His black eyes hardened in burning determination as he fumbled around for his phone.
To: Hyunseungie!(:
Hyung, mind meeting me and Dongwoon earlier at the studio?
Like, 10.30am?
To: BeastSinger
What for?
To: Hyunseungie!(:
We're having troubles learning the new dance steps.
We want you to teach us before the dance session start. (:
To: BeastSinger
Oh. Okay.
To: Hyunseungie!(:
Thank you~
Yoseob clenched his fist, his heart thumping at an abnormally fast pace. He couldn't help but to tremble, worrying that his lie would be found out.
To: Dongwoonie!(:
Meet at 10.30am.
We'll start the plan then.
To: Yoseob-hyung
Hyung... Are you sure?
To: Dongwoonie!(:
Yes I am.
It's better to get it over with soon.
To: Yoseob-hyung
Fine, hyung.
Whatever you say.
See you later.
Yoseob slumped against the edge of his bed, his guts twisting about and it made him really uncomfortable. He was nervous about what was going to happen later, but he could not back out now. He was the one who suggested the plan in the first place. He let out a shaky sigh, forcing himself out of bed and to wash up. All that was running through his mind were apologetic thoughts, repeating over and over again.
'Hyunseung-ah... Forgive me...'
First step of Plan A, had been laid. Now, he just had to deal with step 2 and it will all be over...
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Loud footsteps could be heard hurrying down the hallway, screeching to a stop as Dongwoon slid across the floor. Grabbing the doorknob and twisting it firmly, he panted softly, stumbling into the room with tired legs. "I'm here, hyung!" His eyes immediately noticed the blond locks, before glancing around, trying to catch a glimpse of his raven-haired hyung.
"Don't bother looking. He's not here yet." Dongwoon tensed at the tone, it doesn't even sounded like Yoseob anymore. There was no sugary-sweetness, none of his usually melodic cheerful voice. All Dongwoon heard was pure ice, an emotionless voice that chilled him to the core. He gulped, taking small steps over to his hyung as he spoke softly. "Hyung... Are you sure you want to do this? We can still stop this, you know?"
"Don't be stupid, Dongwoon." Yoseob narrowed his eyes, he stood up and glared at Dongwoon with fierce intensity. Dongwoon flinched and stumbled back, never in his life will he want to see this side of Yoseob, it was menacing, it was...scary. For once, he was afraid of his hyung.
Yoseob felt a pang of guilt when he noticed Dongwoon trembling, his head bowed low and his gaze glued to the floor. He didn't meant to scare the maknae. He stepped forward, only to have Dongwoon backing away. It hurts him to see Dongwoon so frightened, and it was all his fault.
Gathering up all his strength, he grabbed Dongwoon by the wrist and the younger yelped in fright, eyes wide as panic flashed in those dark orbs. Ignoring the cry, Yoseob pulled Dongwoon down into an embrace, small hands rubbing soothing circles on the maknae's back.
"Mianhaeyo, Woonie... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." Dongwoon whimpered softly, his hands gripping Yoseob's shirt tightly as his eyes were scrunched shut. "I'm afraid, hyung... What if the rest finds out? They will hate us..." Without releasing Dongwoon from the hug, he brought the younger over to the couch and sat the maknae down, kneeling between Dongwoon's parted legs as he gazed into Dongwoon's eyes. "Don't be afraid, Dongwoon-ah. I'll do it myself, I won't let you get blamed."
Dongwoon merely nodded, leaning forward and wrapped his arms around Yoseob's neck, trying to find comfort in the warm embrace. Minutes later, there was a soft creak as the door to the studio opened, and Hyunseung stepped in swiftly. "Sorry I'm late, I missed the bus." He stared at the two who were still clinging to each other, tilting his head sideway in confusion. "What's wrong, Dongwoon? You looked upset..." Hyunseung asked out of concern, but somehow, it seemed to rub Yoseob in the wrong way. "Like you really care..."
Dongwoon tensed and his fingers curled into Yoseob's shirt, shaking his head vigorously at the visual maknae. "It's nothing at all, hyung..." Hyunseung was even more confused at Yoseob's hostility, what did he do wrong? The visual maknae usually wasn't this, this is odd. He walked to the Yoseob, squatting down beside Yoseob, ignoring the low growl that he heard from the main vocalist. "Yoseob? What's wrong? Why are you so mad?" Yoseob gritted his teeth, images of Hyunseung being so close to his Doojoon kept appearing in his mind, and it was adding fuel to the fire. "Don't come so close to me, damn it!"
Hyunseung stumbled backwards, landing on his butt as his doe eyes widened at the sudden outburst. He scrambled up, dusting himself off as he took a step away from Yoseob, fidgeting nervously. "I... Erm... Let's get practicing, shall we..?" Yoseob growled, and the hands fisting his shirt tightened its grip. He glared up at Dongwoon, softening his gaze and pried Dongwoon's fingers from his shirt, before his eyes hardened again. He stood up, his chin held high in an arrogant way. "I didn't ask you here just to practice."
Hyunseung bit his lips, speaking with uncertainty in his voice. "Then why did you ask me here?" Yoseob scoffed, not a single shred of kindness on his face. "Are you really that stupid? I asked you here, to warn you. Stay away from Doojoon and Kikwang." The older male shook his head, backing away from the other vocalist. "I... I don't get it..." Before Hyunseung could even take another step backwards, Yoseob had grabbed him by the collar, and despite the size, Yoseob had a lot of hidden strength, at least, enough to force Hyunseung against the wall roughly.
Hyunseung let out a pained groan when his back came into contact with the wall, his eyes opening from the shock and met a pair of black eyes, fury flashing in those dark orbs. "You're so fucking stupid at times, Hyunseung-ah." Yoseob smirked at the male in front of him, he could feel the muscles turning stiff under his piercing glare, and it satisfied him. "Can't you tell that you are the one that's hurting Dongwoon? You always need to be at the center of all attention, don't you? Well... Fuck that. Kikwang and Doojoon are ours, stay away from them!"
Hyunseung flinched, his eyes looking at the ceiling instead of the male trapping him against the wall. "But I..." "Shut it!" Yoseob growled. "You're such an annoyance, do you know that?" He released one of his hands from Hyunseung's shirt, sliding up and wrapped it around the pretty boy's neck. He added a bit of force into his grip, his nails digging into pale skin, earning a loud hiss from the older male. Hyunseung turned his frightened gaze towards Dongwoon, begging him to interfere with his eyes but Dongwoon avoided his eyes. Yoseob sneered at the trembling male, letting all his anger and hatred out. "If you go closer to them than necessary, I will make sure that you'll suffer." His nails sank in deeper, before he let Hyunseung go.
Angry crescent marks could be seen across the exposed skin, some even turning into a light shade of purple. Part of the skin were scraped out, but not enough for the older male to bleed. Hyunseung tried to stable himself with his wobbly legs, he doesn't want to be in the same room as the other two anymore, it's too much, he doesn't want to get hurt again. He turned and slammed the door open, only to bump into a surprised leader. "Seungseung?" Doojoon reached out to grab the vocalist just in case he fell, but his hands were pushed away hard as Hyunseung screamed. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!"
The upset male sprinted down the hallway and disappeared at the corner, leaving the leader to stare after his shadow. Doojoon turned around and stared into the dance studio, giving the two a flat stare. "What the hell happened?" Dongwoon dropped onto the couch, mumbling words that doesn't even made sense. All that was going on in Yoseob's mind was one word.
Fuck.
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Hyunseung doesn't understand why, why would Yoseob do such a horrible thing to him? He couldn't stop his tears from falling, nor could he stop running. All he knew was that he need to get away from the building, anywhere but the building. He just kept running in an aimless direction, until he was too tired to continue. He stared at his surrounding, noticing that it was a park.
He never realized he had ran so far, but he would be safe here. He took long heavy steps into the park, walking towards a bench and plopped down on it. He doesn't want to go back for the practice anymore, he doesn't have the guts to face Yoseob again, nor Dongwoon, nor anyone else. He sighed, his hand reaching up and gently touched his aching neck. He winced at the pain, his heart aching when he knew that it was a friend who did it to him. He shook his head, burying his face into his palms. A sudden hand around his wrist caused him to yelp, worried for his life but he relaxed when he noticed the familiar figure.
"Junhyung..."
Pairings: So many hints. Guess it yourself. ;D
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Yoseob finally warned Hyunseung.
Author Notes: LOL. Have fun reading. There's texting style mixed in there.
Color Code
Doojoon-RED
Yoseob-PINK
Hyunseung-GREEN
Junhyung-PURPLE
Kikwang-BLUE
Dongwoon-YELLOW
Yoseob woke up the next day with a pounding headache, making his vision dizzy when he opened his eyes. "Ugh... This is not helping! Damn it!" He groaned loudly, sitting up and rubbed at his forehead, hoping to sooth the pain. A soft sigh escaped from his lips as he glanced at the clock, it was 9AM and all of the BEAST members had to gather at the dance studio at 12PM sharp. His black eyes hardened in burning determination as he fumbled around for his phone.
To: Hyunseungie!(:
Hyung, mind meeting me and Dongwoon earlier at the studio?
Like, 10.30am?
To: BeastSinger
What for?
To: Hyunseungie!(:
We're having troubles learning the new dance steps.
We want you to teach us before the dance session start. (:
To: BeastSinger
Oh. Okay.
To: Hyunseungie!(:
Thank you~
Yoseob clenched his fist, his heart thumping at an abnormally fast pace. He couldn't help but to tremble, worrying that his lie would be found out.
To: Dongwoonie!(:
Meet at 10.30am.
We'll start the plan then.
To: Yoseob-hyung
Hyung... Are you sure?
To: Dongwoonie!(:
Yes I am.
It's better to get it over with soon.
To: Yoseob-hyung
Fine, hyung.
Whatever you say.
See you later.
Yoseob slumped against the edge of his bed, his guts twisting about and it made him really uncomfortable. He was nervous about what was going to happen later, but he could not back out now. He was the one who suggested the plan in the first place. He let out a shaky sigh, forcing himself out of bed and to wash up. All that was running through his mind were apologetic thoughts, repeating over and over again.
'Hyunseung-ah... Forgive me...'
First step of Plan A, had been laid. Now, he just had to deal with step 2 and it will all be over...
----------
Loud footsteps could be heard hurrying down the hallway, screeching to a stop as Dongwoon slid across the floor. Grabbing the doorknob and twisting it firmly, he panted softly, stumbling into the room with tired legs. "I'm here, hyung!" His eyes immediately noticed the blond locks, before glancing around, trying to catch a glimpse of his raven-haired hyung.
"Don't bother looking. He's not here yet." Dongwoon tensed at the tone, it doesn't even sounded like Yoseob anymore. There was no sugary-sweetness, none of his usually melodic cheerful voice. All Dongwoon heard was pure ice, an emotionless voice that chilled him to the core. He gulped, taking small steps over to his hyung as he spoke softly. "Hyung... Are you sure you want to do this? We can still stop this, you know?"
"Don't be stupid, Dongwoon." Yoseob narrowed his eyes, he stood up and glared at Dongwoon with fierce intensity. Dongwoon flinched and stumbled back, never in his life will he want to see this side of Yoseob, it was menacing, it was...scary. For once, he was afraid of his hyung.
Yoseob felt a pang of guilt when he noticed Dongwoon trembling, his head bowed low and his gaze glued to the floor. He didn't meant to scare the maknae. He stepped forward, only to have Dongwoon backing away. It hurts him to see Dongwoon so frightened, and it was all his fault.
Gathering up all his strength, he grabbed Dongwoon by the wrist and the younger yelped in fright, eyes wide as panic flashed in those dark orbs. Ignoring the cry, Yoseob pulled Dongwoon down into an embrace, small hands rubbing soothing circles on the maknae's back.
"Mianhaeyo, Woonie... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." Dongwoon whimpered softly, his hands gripping Yoseob's shirt tightly as his eyes were scrunched shut. "I'm afraid, hyung... What if the rest finds out? They will hate us..." Without releasing Dongwoon from the hug, he brought the younger over to the couch and sat the maknae down, kneeling between Dongwoon's parted legs as he gazed into Dongwoon's eyes. "Don't be afraid, Dongwoon-ah. I'll do it myself, I won't let you get blamed."
Dongwoon merely nodded, leaning forward and wrapped his arms around Yoseob's neck, trying to find comfort in the warm embrace. Minutes later, there was a soft creak as the door to the studio opened, and Hyunseung stepped in swiftly. "Sorry I'm late, I missed the bus." He stared at the two who were still clinging to each other, tilting his head sideway in confusion. "What's wrong, Dongwoon? You looked upset..." Hyunseung asked out of concern, but somehow, it seemed to rub Yoseob in the wrong way. "Like you really care..."
Dongwoon tensed and his fingers curled into Yoseob's shirt, shaking his head vigorously at the visual maknae. "It's nothing at all, hyung..." Hyunseung was even more confused at Yoseob's hostility, what did he do wrong? The visual maknae usually wasn't this, this is odd. He walked to the Yoseob, squatting down beside Yoseob, ignoring the low growl that he heard from the main vocalist. "Yoseob? What's wrong? Why are you so mad?" Yoseob gritted his teeth, images of Hyunseung being so close to his Doojoon kept appearing in his mind, and it was adding fuel to the fire. "Don't come so close to me, damn it!"
Hyunseung stumbled backwards, landing on his butt as his doe eyes widened at the sudden outburst. He scrambled up, dusting himself off as he took a step away from Yoseob, fidgeting nervously. "I... Erm... Let's get practicing, shall we..?" Yoseob growled, and the hands fisting his shirt tightened its grip. He glared up at Dongwoon, softening his gaze and pried Dongwoon's fingers from his shirt, before his eyes hardened again. He stood up, his chin held high in an arrogant way. "I didn't ask you here just to practice."
Hyunseung bit his lips, speaking with uncertainty in his voice. "Then why did you ask me here?" Yoseob scoffed, not a single shred of kindness on his face. "Are you really that stupid? I asked you here, to warn you. Stay away from Doojoon and Kikwang." The older male shook his head, backing away from the other vocalist. "I... I don't get it..." Before Hyunseung could even take another step backwards, Yoseob had grabbed him by the collar, and despite the size, Yoseob had a lot of hidden strength, at least, enough to force Hyunseung against the wall roughly.
Hyunseung let out a pained groan when his back came into contact with the wall, his eyes opening from the shock and met a pair of black eyes, fury flashing in those dark orbs. "You're so fucking stupid at times, Hyunseung-ah." Yoseob smirked at the male in front of him, he could feel the muscles turning stiff under his piercing glare, and it satisfied him. "Can't you tell that you are the one that's hurting Dongwoon? You always need to be at the center of all attention, don't you? Well... Fuck that. Kikwang and Doojoon are ours, stay away from them!"
Hyunseung flinched, his eyes looking at the ceiling instead of the male trapping him against the wall. "But I..." "Shut it!" Yoseob growled. "You're such an annoyance, do you know that?" He released one of his hands from Hyunseung's shirt, sliding up and wrapped it around the pretty boy's neck. He added a bit of force into his grip, his nails digging into pale skin, earning a loud hiss from the older male. Hyunseung turned his frightened gaze towards Dongwoon, begging him to interfere with his eyes but Dongwoon avoided his eyes. Yoseob sneered at the trembling male, letting all his anger and hatred out. "If you go closer to them than necessary, I will make sure that you'll suffer." His nails sank in deeper, before he let Hyunseung go.
Angry crescent marks could be seen across the exposed skin, some even turning into a light shade of purple. Part of the skin were scraped out, but not enough for the older male to bleed. Hyunseung tried to stable himself with his wobbly legs, he doesn't want to be in the same room as the other two anymore, it's too much, he doesn't want to get hurt again. He turned and slammed the door open, only to bump into a surprised leader. "Seungseung?" Doojoon reached out to grab the vocalist just in case he fell, but his hands were pushed away hard as Hyunseung screamed. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!"
The upset male sprinted down the hallway and disappeared at the corner, leaving the leader to stare after his shadow. Doojoon turned around and stared into the dance studio, giving the two a flat stare. "What the hell happened?" Dongwoon dropped onto the couch, mumbling words that doesn't even made sense. All that was going on in Yoseob's mind was one word.
Fuck.
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Hyunseung doesn't understand why, why would Yoseob do such a horrible thing to him? He couldn't stop his tears from falling, nor could he stop running. All he knew was that he need to get away from the building, anywhere but the building. He just kept running in an aimless direction, until he was too tired to continue. He stared at his surrounding, noticing that it was a park.
He never realized he had ran so far, but he would be safe here. He took long heavy steps into the park, walking towards a bench and plopped down on it. He doesn't want to go back for the practice anymore, he doesn't have the guts to face Yoseob again, nor Dongwoon, nor anyone else. He sighed, his hand reaching up and gently touched his aching neck. He winced at the pain, his heart aching when he knew that it was a friend who did it to him. He shook his head, burying his face into his palms. A sudden hand around his wrist caused him to yelp, worried for his life but he relaxed when he noticed the familiar figure.
"Junhyung..."