Treasure, Map (each other)
Hello my lovelies~! Yes, I am amazingly still alive...I can not apologize enough for the lack of activity lately, although I have tried to catch all of your fics :D I have been slowly killed by uni which is thankfully ending in a little less than a month, so hopefully i can be back writing and commenting full time!
PS. OMG WHAT FREE TIME I DO HAVE IS BEING EATEN UP BY JYJ <333333 (EMPTY IS MY JAM) AND SUNGKYUNKWAN SCANDAL *SCREAMS* I STAN EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHOW SO HARD. YOO AH IN IS MY GOD. /rambles
anyways, here is a little teukchul i wrote. gotta keep in touch with my suju~
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Title: Treasure, Map (each other)
Pairing: Heechul/Jungsu, hanchul and kangchul friendship, implied other pairings
Summary: Heechul likes to think about the future and Jungsu would rather live in the past.
Genre: Angst, (light) smut, kinda fluff
Rating: R
Treasure, Map (each other)
Heechul likes to think about the future and Jungsu would rather live in the past.
Remember that time when Donghae and Youngwoon-, Jungsu would say as they waited for the make up noonas to work their magic on eye bags and faint wrinkles that are becoming increasingly hard to disguise.
Let’s go somewhere tomorrow, Heechul would cut in, checking his nails and they’d both go silent with the weight of their words and all that’s unsaid.
The world’s quieter without the others around and there’s suddenly too much space to think. It’s not good for someone like Heechul, because he’s left to drink alone; glass bottles slipping to the floor as he tells the most vulgar jokes he can think of to an empty room. He thinks he hears the roar of gruff laughter and muffled chuckles and he doesn’t let himself get caught up in that time at that bar in Mokpo or when they got Hangeng drunk enough to-
Heechul lets the alcohol loosen his heart, thinks about sneaking into the army base and downing great big gulps from a silver flask, seeing crinkled eyes and yelling at Youngwoon to release him from the bear hug right this minute, you’re breaking my ribs you idiot. He thinks about getting on a plane and flying to Beijing without telling anyone; buy a bottle of good whiskey from the duty free shop- Hangeng always did like those- and demanding Hangeng come pick him up right now, so they can set the town on fire; tell the other that the night is still young, let’s dance till 4am and maybe kiss under the streetlamp.
There’s tears prickling at his eyes, but Heechul throws his head back and laughs out loud; he was Kim Heechul, he could change the world.
Jungsu is sinking under the weight of memories, yet he won’t let anyone pull him out. On a good day, he smiles fondly at a book he finds in his room or a movie would be extra funny simply because he remembers Donghae dancing like a monkey and Youngwoon and Jongwoon trying to copy the voices in English, resulting in Kibum hiding underneath a pillow.
Sometimes though, he can’t even make it through breakfast without dying a little on the inside. He sees a cup and immediately thinks, Hyukjae got that for Youngwoon’s birthday because he couldn’t afford a camera. There’s porridge for breakfast, but there’s rice in it and it’s close enough to Beijing fried rice to make him hear Hangeng’s soft laugh in his ear and then Jungsu’s crying into his bowl.
If it’s the others in the kitchen, he’ll pretend his back is hurting or he’s got a stomach bug. If it’s Heechul, he’ll cry until he chokes and the other would just keep eating, the scrape of spoon against bowl loud enough to mask his silent sobs.
Heechul picks up smoking because both Youngwoon and Hangeng smoke. He inhales deep and purses his lips together and keeps the smoke in even as he coughs. It burns down his throat and it’s toxic and wonderfully new. He loves it because the new Heechul isn’t snatching cigarettes off Youngwoon and tossing it out the window, or him glaring at Hangeng until the other put his smokes out sheepishly. The Heechul now can do anything he wants; they can go on a secret trip together, sit in the corner of some shady club in Tokyo and smoke Cuban cigars or share a cigarette in the back alley where the others can’t see them, tip damp and crushed but still better than anything in that moment.
Jungsu can’t stand the idea of Heechul smoking, because when they were happy, Heechul didn’t smoke. The two of them would be biting remarks and disapproving stares until the other two sighed and put the packets away, Heechul nodding with a grin and Jungsu smiling, dimples flashing. They’d all end up watching some stupid movie Heechul picked and Youngwoon couldn’t stand or getting halfway through a movie Youngwoon picked, but Heechul couldn’t stand and they’d end up watching whatever Heechul wanted. Smoking wasn’t what Heechul did, wasn’t part of their happy family, so Heechul couldn’t smoke. Was he not happy? Was he going to leave Jungsu too? Not that the others left of course, no of course not, they were still happy-
Jungsu would leave the room, mutters something that he doesn’t expect Heechul to hear and Heechul would stare at the closed door and light up another cigarette.
He thinks it’s ironic that Jungsu who cares so much more about them being together, is the one who doesn’t talk to Hangeng and Youngwoon. He misses them, more than maybe even Heechul, but Jungsu can’t bring himself to hear about how happy Hangeng is with Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu; he’s not able to accept the idea of Youngwoon dating a girl. In Jungsu’s mind, Hangeng is away getting better and Youngwoon’s just serving the country and it’s all better when they come back.
When and not if, never if.
It’s tiring, trying new things and sometimes Heechul thinks it might just be easier to let himself fall back into what he’s used to; lose himself in the past with Jungsu. But Jungsu’s drowning in the past and he’s not happy; Heechul wants to be happy. He wants Jungsu to be happy.
Some mornings, he’ll wake up with a stiff knee and the weight of all the days that they are wasting away, washes over him like quicksand. Heechul wants to fix Jungsu, but there are too many things broken and he doesn’t know where to start.
He starts with Jungsu’s body.
Heechul didn’t think Jungsu would let it happen, because in his perfect little world, Heechul was a friend, not a lover and it doesn’t matter if Heechul slept with Hangeng, Siwon or Yunho, as long as it wasn’t Jungsu.
But time stands still when they lose themselves together; no futures and no past, the pain don’t surface as easily when there’s a hot mouth around your member and it’s pretty hard imagining your missing friends when you’re being fucked into the mattress.
In ten years, Heechul thinks as he watches Jungsu dream, maybe they will both be married.
Jungsu will probably find himself a nice, pretty girl with large eyes and a smile that lights up a room. Maybe he’ll finally get Yoona, or Taeyeon will finally stop pining after Junsu or maybe he’ll leave Donghae hanging by wooing Sunye. Heechul can see Jungsu living in a cozy little house at the edge of Seoul or maybe even further out, because he always did love the countryside; green and blue and gold everywhere, Heechul remembers Jungsu saying, like the sky bending backwards or something. It’ll be on a quiet street, lots of trees, maybe some picket fences, a few brick ones. His will be wood though, white too. Jungsu always was a sucker for white. They’d have a neat little driveway, a black BMW, enough room for at least three kids.
Heechul can’t imagine himself with a girl, not Sulli or Sohee or even Jessica. Maybe he’ll end up with someone completely crazy like Amber, or maybe Victoria won’t work out with Nichkhun and he can be there instead. She’s cute, nice eyes, nice smiles, cute accent, she reminds him of Hangeng which can never be a bad thing.
He’d like to think he won’t end up alone when he’s old and grey, but the idea of him being old and grey at all is far too terrifying and he stops thinking and just stares at Jungsu for the rest of the night.
Jungsu’s got Heechul chained to the bed, hands fisting in his hair and hips rocking without steady rhythm, skin slapping against skin, hot and fast and Heechul yanks at his restraints until his wrists are red and bruised. Jungsu’s not being gentle, neither of them ever is, but something tugs at Heechul in particular today and he wishes he knew, because goddamn this could be the key to everything, if only Jungsu would stop for a second-
I love you, he growls out instead and Jungsu freezes, eyes widening and Heechul curses himself, wondering how the hell ‘stop’ turned into this. At least Jungsu has stopped, body unmoving above him and Heechul tries to take this moment to think of what he was thinking of before, but all that’s flashing through his mind is, I love him, I love him, what the hell Kim Heechul, you love Jungsu. Park Jungsu who has been your best friend since forever and god, you’ve showered together and slept in the same bed and suddenly you’re in love?!
Heechul’s brain is swirling too fast to process anything and it takes him a few thrusts and a choked gasp and a hot tongue in his mouth to realize that the other man was kissing him, kissing him like he’s never done before, heat and softness all at once, like hot chocolate and marshmallows or something, he thinks weakly. Then Jungsu sneaks a hand between them and Heechul almost blacks out from the intensity of the moment and in the end, the only coherent thing on his mind is that Jungsu feels like home.
A court case, a dozen trials or so, evidence-tears, scars, old memories long hidden- that flows over into pain and they’re handed a new life that they all wanted but never thought they’d get.
Suddenly, Heechul doesn’t need to imagine what it’s like, because it really is Youngwoon squeezing him tight, all broad chest and hard muscles, he’s still wearing the same cologne Heechul picked out with him three years ago and he’d cry, except arms wrap around his waist from behind and bad Korean is whispered into his ear and Heechul is too busy burying his face in Hangeng’s neck and inhaling his scent to do anything. He ends up crying anyways, because everyone is crying. Hyukjae’s crying the hardest of course, wiping his eyes uselessly on his own arms before using the back of Sungmin’s favorite shirt. Sungmin just ignores him and throws himself at Youngwoon, who’s already being sandwiched by Donghee and Jongwoon. Donghae and Ryeowook are sobbing in Hangeng’s arms, snuggling like puppies, Kyuhyun making a mess of Hangeng's hair with both arms wrapped around the Chinese man’s neck as Siwon wiped happy tears away, clutching Hangeng’s hand hard enough to bruise.
They spend hours talking about all the old things, the things Jungsu could never let go and their leader talks until his voice is hoarse and his eyes red, trembling in Youngwoon’s arms. They reminisce about the trainee days; god remember Big Nose Kim, his classes were hell, Hyukjae would moan, only to be cut off by Sungmin, dude, I had to train with Lee Soo Man’s nephew, the man couldn’t even sing properly! They spend half an hour debating which was the best choreography- Hangeng was especially fond of Don’t Don (only because you get to show off those hip thrusts hyung, Kyuhyun drawls), Heechul was firmly biased with Sorry Sorry (but you didn’t even dance, hyung, Hyukaje mutters. Heechul smirks, duh, that’s the point). Donghae, Sungmin and Donghee argue over who had the worst hair and Hyukjae throws a pillow at Youngwoon, because for the seven hundredth time, his feet doesn’t smell, not any worse than Donghae’s anyway. Donghae glares then calmly says, Hyukjae masturbates to f(x) magazines. Sungmin gasps, Heechul shrieks, get your filthy pervert eyes off my Sulli!, Youngwoon mutters something about good tastes and Hangeng looks oblivious until someone mentions Victoria, then proceeds to think Hyukjae is trying to steal Victoria from Nichkhun and has a mini freak out over the whole situation.
Talk wind down from the past and onto the future, now that they were suddenly free, the future seems too real, too precious. Some of them have immediate plans, others more vague ones.
Donghee’s moving away from Seoul to raise his son in the countryside. Youngwoon’s going to stay with the army, he loves the life there, he’s finally found his calling- you just want to get all the lady with that uniform, Heechul snarks- and Youngwoon chases him around the dorm, gets Heebum thrown in his face and ends up on top of Jongwoon and glaring at a smirking Heechul.
I want to move to Tokyo, Hyukjae says, start a dance studio with Donghae. They beam at each other and Heechul thinks back to when they first met each other, all youthful optimism and energy- let’s succeed together! Yeah together!- and he is glad, everything hasn't changed these two. Sungmin pipes up that he’s tagging along, for the shopping of course and Jongwoon somehow gets roped into carrying his bags. Ryeowook’s going on a holiday with Henry in Canada (you have to come back, so we can rock the music world Wook, Kyuhyun yells), whilst Siwon is going get his business in order before his move to China. Kyuhyun is tagging along with Hangeng on a trip to Los Angeles to visit Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu. Can’t miss the orgy right?, Kyuhyun drops casually, snickering as Siwon’s eyebrows promptly disappear into his hair. Jungsu is back in umma mode, patting Siwon as he clutches at Hangeng possessively and admonishing a snickering Kyuhyun for teasing his hyungs.
Heechul’s never thought about the future like this, he lives in the now and paves his path as he goes. Suddenly, he feels like he’s falling, there’s nothing to stop him and nowhere to guide him and everything blanks out for a moment, but then he feels hands circle his waist and when he looks, Jungsu is smiling back at him, reassuring and eyes soft and the world falls back into place.
I’m going to become the best MC in Korea, no, in all of Asia and you’ll all see me on television and hear me on radio and be graced with my beautiful face everywhere you go-
Jungsu cuts Heechul off, voice teasing, but I’m going to be the best MC, everyone says so. There’s a pause and Jungsu’s pout melts into a grin and Heechul laughs along naturally; it was ridiculously infectious with Jungsu, everything was.
Well I guess we’ll have to do it together then, Heechul declares at the same time Jungsu does and they both burst into another round of laughter that soon has everyone clutching their stomaches and leaning against the person next to them. It’s not really about what’s funny, it’s about the relief of the moment, the freedom of it all, just the joy of leaning against someone who you know loves you and laugh until you can’t breathe without worrying about how it’s going to hurt their voice or affect their image or anything at all.
Remember that time-, it’s Heechul who says it this time, and he whispers it into the curve of Jungsu’s shoulder, lip brushing against warm skin. Remember that time when I made you scream my name till you lost your voice?
Jungsu lets out a shaky breath as Heechul’s hands slip beneath his thighs, licks a wet path up Heechul’s neck, stopping at his ear and sucking on his earlobe. Maybe I can quit being a singer, so you can do that to me everyday?
Heechul moves suddenly and he grins at the loud whimpering moan the other lets out. He laughs, low and husky against Jungsu’s jaw, I sure hope you don’t have activities tomorrow, Jungsu.
Jungsu tilts his head and lets himself go, lets the past go and holds onto Heechul, who takes him along for the ride, a slower ride, no longer hurtling blindly towards any future, but living in the moment. Heechul kisses Jungsu breathless and pulls them even closer, mapping out not the future, but each other.
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PS. OMG WHAT FREE TIME I DO HAVE IS BEING EATEN UP BY JYJ <333333 (EMPTY IS MY JAM) AND SUNGKYUNKWAN SCANDAL *SCREAMS* I STAN EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHOW SO HARD. YOO AH IN IS MY GOD. /rambles
anyways, here is a little teukchul i wrote. gotta keep in touch with my suju~
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Title: Treasure, Map (each other)
Pairing: Heechul/Jungsu, hanchul and kangchul friendship, implied other pairings
Summary: Heechul likes to think about the future and Jungsu would rather live in the past.
Genre: Angst, (light) smut, kinda fluff
Rating: R
Treasure, Map (each other)
Heechul likes to think about the future and Jungsu would rather live in the past.
Remember that time when Donghae and Youngwoon-, Jungsu would say as they waited for the make up noonas to work their magic on eye bags and faint wrinkles that are becoming increasingly hard to disguise.
Let’s go somewhere tomorrow, Heechul would cut in, checking his nails and they’d both go silent with the weight of their words and all that’s unsaid.
The world’s quieter without the others around and there’s suddenly too much space to think. It’s not good for someone like Heechul, because he’s left to drink alone; glass bottles slipping to the floor as he tells the most vulgar jokes he can think of to an empty room. He thinks he hears the roar of gruff laughter and muffled chuckles and he doesn’t let himself get caught up in that time at that bar in Mokpo or when they got Hangeng drunk enough to-
Heechul lets the alcohol loosen his heart, thinks about sneaking into the army base and downing great big gulps from a silver flask, seeing crinkled eyes and yelling at Youngwoon to release him from the bear hug right this minute, you’re breaking my ribs you idiot. He thinks about getting on a plane and flying to Beijing without telling anyone; buy a bottle of good whiskey from the duty free shop- Hangeng always did like those- and demanding Hangeng come pick him up right now, so they can set the town on fire; tell the other that the night is still young, let’s dance till 4am and maybe kiss under the streetlamp.
There’s tears prickling at his eyes, but Heechul throws his head back and laughs out loud; he was Kim Heechul, he could change the world.
Jungsu is sinking under the weight of memories, yet he won’t let anyone pull him out. On a good day, he smiles fondly at a book he finds in his room or a movie would be extra funny simply because he remembers Donghae dancing like a monkey and Youngwoon and Jongwoon trying to copy the voices in English, resulting in Kibum hiding underneath a pillow.
Sometimes though, he can’t even make it through breakfast without dying a little on the inside. He sees a cup and immediately thinks, Hyukjae got that for Youngwoon’s birthday because he couldn’t afford a camera. There’s porridge for breakfast, but there’s rice in it and it’s close enough to Beijing fried rice to make him hear Hangeng’s soft laugh in his ear and then Jungsu’s crying into his bowl.
If it’s the others in the kitchen, he’ll pretend his back is hurting or he’s got a stomach bug. If it’s Heechul, he’ll cry until he chokes and the other would just keep eating, the scrape of spoon against bowl loud enough to mask his silent sobs.
Heechul picks up smoking because both Youngwoon and Hangeng smoke. He inhales deep and purses his lips together and keeps the smoke in even as he coughs. It burns down his throat and it’s toxic and wonderfully new. He loves it because the new Heechul isn’t snatching cigarettes off Youngwoon and tossing it out the window, or him glaring at Hangeng until the other put his smokes out sheepishly. The Heechul now can do anything he wants; they can go on a secret trip together, sit in the corner of some shady club in Tokyo and smoke Cuban cigars or share a cigarette in the back alley where the others can’t see them, tip damp and crushed but still better than anything in that moment.
Jungsu can’t stand the idea of Heechul smoking, because when they were happy, Heechul didn’t smoke. The two of them would be biting remarks and disapproving stares until the other two sighed and put the packets away, Heechul nodding with a grin and Jungsu smiling, dimples flashing. They’d all end up watching some stupid movie Heechul picked and Youngwoon couldn’t stand or getting halfway through a movie Youngwoon picked, but Heechul couldn’t stand and they’d end up watching whatever Heechul wanted. Smoking wasn’t what Heechul did, wasn’t part of their happy family, so Heechul couldn’t smoke. Was he not happy? Was he going to leave Jungsu too? Not that the others left of course, no of course not, they were still happy-
Jungsu would leave the room, mutters something that he doesn’t expect Heechul to hear and Heechul would stare at the closed door and light up another cigarette.
He thinks it’s ironic that Jungsu who cares so much more about them being together, is the one who doesn’t talk to Hangeng and Youngwoon. He misses them, more than maybe even Heechul, but Jungsu can’t bring himself to hear about how happy Hangeng is with Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu; he’s not able to accept the idea of Youngwoon dating a girl. In Jungsu’s mind, Hangeng is away getting better and Youngwoon’s just serving the country and it’s all better when they come back.
When and not if, never if.
It’s tiring, trying new things and sometimes Heechul thinks it might just be easier to let himself fall back into what he’s used to; lose himself in the past with Jungsu. But Jungsu’s drowning in the past and he’s not happy; Heechul wants to be happy. He wants Jungsu to be happy.
Some mornings, he’ll wake up with a stiff knee and the weight of all the days that they are wasting away, washes over him like quicksand. Heechul wants to fix Jungsu, but there are too many things broken and he doesn’t know where to start.
He starts with Jungsu’s body.
Heechul didn’t think Jungsu would let it happen, because in his perfect little world, Heechul was a friend, not a lover and it doesn’t matter if Heechul slept with Hangeng, Siwon or Yunho, as long as it wasn’t Jungsu.
But time stands still when they lose themselves together; no futures and no past, the pain don’t surface as easily when there’s a hot mouth around your member and it’s pretty hard imagining your missing friends when you’re being fucked into the mattress.
In ten years, Heechul thinks as he watches Jungsu dream, maybe they will both be married.
Jungsu will probably find himself a nice, pretty girl with large eyes and a smile that lights up a room. Maybe he’ll finally get Yoona, or Taeyeon will finally stop pining after Junsu or maybe he’ll leave Donghae hanging by wooing Sunye. Heechul can see Jungsu living in a cozy little house at the edge of Seoul or maybe even further out, because he always did love the countryside; green and blue and gold everywhere, Heechul remembers Jungsu saying, like the sky bending backwards or something. It’ll be on a quiet street, lots of trees, maybe some picket fences, a few brick ones. His will be wood though, white too. Jungsu always was a sucker for white. They’d have a neat little driveway, a black BMW, enough room for at least three kids.
Heechul can’t imagine himself with a girl, not Sulli or Sohee or even Jessica. Maybe he’ll end up with someone completely crazy like Amber, or maybe Victoria won’t work out with Nichkhun and he can be there instead. She’s cute, nice eyes, nice smiles, cute accent, she reminds him of Hangeng which can never be a bad thing.
He’d like to think he won’t end up alone when he’s old and grey, but the idea of him being old and grey at all is far too terrifying and he stops thinking and just stares at Jungsu for the rest of the night.
Jungsu’s got Heechul chained to the bed, hands fisting in his hair and hips rocking without steady rhythm, skin slapping against skin, hot and fast and Heechul yanks at his restraints until his wrists are red and bruised. Jungsu’s not being gentle, neither of them ever is, but something tugs at Heechul in particular today and he wishes he knew, because goddamn this could be the key to everything, if only Jungsu would stop for a second-
I love you, he growls out instead and Jungsu freezes, eyes widening and Heechul curses himself, wondering how the hell ‘stop’ turned into this. At least Jungsu has stopped, body unmoving above him and Heechul tries to take this moment to think of what he was thinking of before, but all that’s flashing through his mind is, I love him, I love him, what the hell Kim Heechul, you love Jungsu. Park Jungsu who has been your best friend since forever and god, you’ve showered together and slept in the same bed and suddenly you’re in love?!
Heechul’s brain is swirling too fast to process anything and it takes him a few thrusts and a choked gasp and a hot tongue in his mouth to realize that the other man was kissing him, kissing him like he’s never done before, heat and softness all at once, like hot chocolate and marshmallows or something, he thinks weakly. Then Jungsu sneaks a hand between them and Heechul almost blacks out from the intensity of the moment and in the end, the only coherent thing on his mind is that Jungsu feels like home.
A court case, a dozen trials or so, evidence-tears, scars, old memories long hidden- that flows over into pain and they’re handed a new life that they all wanted but never thought they’d get.
Suddenly, Heechul doesn’t need to imagine what it’s like, because it really is Youngwoon squeezing him tight, all broad chest and hard muscles, he’s still wearing the same cologne Heechul picked out with him three years ago and he’d cry, except arms wrap around his waist from behind and bad Korean is whispered into his ear and Heechul is too busy burying his face in Hangeng’s neck and inhaling his scent to do anything. He ends up crying anyways, because everyone is crying. Hyukjae’s crying the hardest of course, wiping his eyes uselessly on his own arms before using the back of Sungmin’s favorite shirt. Sungmin just ignores him and throws himself at Youngwoon, who’s already being sandwiched by Donghee and Jongwoon. Donghae and Ryeowook are sobbing in Hangeng’s arms, snuggling like puppies, Kyuhyun making a mess of Hangeng's hair with both arms wrapped around the Chinese man’s neck as Siwon wiped happy tears away, clutching Hangeng’s hand hard enough to bruise.
They spend hours talking about all the old things, the things Jungsu could never let go and their leader talks until his voice is hoarse and his eyes red, trembling in Youngwoon’s arms. They reminisce about the trainee days; god remember Big Nose Kim, his classes were hell, Hyukjae would moan, only to be cut off by Sungmin, dude, I had to train with Lee Soo Man’s nephew, the man couldn’t even sing properly! They spend half an hour debating which was the best choreography- Hangeng was especially fond of Don’t Don (only because you get to show off those hip thrusts hyung, Kyuhyun drawls), Heechul was firmly biased with Sorry Sorry (but you didn’t even dance, hyung, Hyukaje mutters. Heechul smirks, duh, that’s the point). Donghae, Sungmin and Donghee argue over who had the worst hair and Hyukjae throws a pillow at Youngwoon, because for the seven hundredth time, his feet doesn’t smell, not any worse than Donghae’s anyway. Donghae glares then calmly says, Hyukjae masturbates to f(x) magazines. Sungmin gasps, Heechul shrieks, get your filthy pervert eyes off my Sulli!, Youngwoon mutters something about good tastes and Hangeng looks oblivious until someone mentions Victoria, then proceeds to think Hyukjae is trying to steal Victoria from Nichkhun and has a mini freak out over the whole situation.
Talk wind down from the past and onto the future, now that they were suddenly free, the future seems too real, too precious. Some of them have immediate plans, others more vague ones.
Donghee’s moving away from Seoul to raise his son in the countryside. Youngwoon’s going to stay with the army, he loves the life there, he’s finally found his calling- you just want to get all the lady with that uniform, Heechul snarks- and Youngwoon chases him around the dorm, gets Heebum thrown in his face and ends up on top of Jongwoon and glaring at a smirking Heechul.
I want to move to Tokyo, Hyukjae says, start a dance studio with Donghae. They beam at each other and Heechul thinks back to when they first met each other, all youthful optimism and energy- let’s succeed together! Yeah together!- and he is glad, everything hasn't changed these two. Sungmin pipes up that he’s tagging along, for the shopping of course and Jongwoon somehow gets roped into carrying his bags. Ryeowook’s going on a holiday with Henry in Canada (you have to come back, so we can rock the music world Wook, Kyuhyun yells), whilst Siwon is going get his business in order before his move to China. Kyuhyun is tagging along with Hangeng on a trip to Los Angeles to visit Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu. Can’t miss the orgy right?, Kyuhyun drops casually, snickering as Siwon’s eyebrows promptly disappear into his hair. Jungsu is back in umma mode, patting Siwon as he clutches at Hangeng possessively and admonishing a snickering Kyuhyun for teasing his hyungs.
Heechul’s never thought about the future like this, he lives in the now and paves his path as he goes. Suddenly, he feels like he’s falling, there’s nothing to stop him and nowhere to guide him and everything blanks out for a moment, but then he feels hands circle his waist and when he looks, Jungsu is smiling back at him, reassuring and eyes soft and the world falls back into place.
I’m going to become the best MC in Korea, no, in all of Asia and you’ll all see me on television and hear me on radio and be graced with my beautiful face everywhere you go-
Jungsu cuts Heechul off, voice teasing, but I’m going to be the best MC, everyone says so. There’s a pause and Jungsu’s pout melts into a grin and Heechul laughs along naturally; it was ridiculously infectious with Jungsu, everything was.
Well I guess we’ll have to do it together then, Heechul declares at the same time Jungsu does and they both burst into another round of laughter that soon has everyone clutching their stomaches and leaning against the person next to them. It’s not really about what’s funny, it’s about the relief of the moment, the freedom of it all, just the joy of leaning against someone who you know loves you and laugh until you can’t breathe without worrying about how it’s going to hurt their voice or affect their image or anything at all.
Remember that time-, it’s Heechul who says it this time, and he whispers it into the curve of Jungsu’s shoulder, lip brushing against warm skin. Remember that time when I made you scream my name till you lost your voice?
Jungsu lets out a shaky breath as Heechul’s hands slip beneath his thighs, licks a wet path up Heechul’s neck, stopping at his ear and sucking on his earlobe. Maybe I can quit being a singer, so you can do that to me everyday?
Heechul moves suddenly and he grins at the loud whimpering moan the other lets out. He laughs, low and husky against Jungsu’s jaw, I sure hope you don’t have activities tomorrow, Jungsu.
Jungsu tilts his head and lets himself go, lets the past go and holds onto Heechul, who takes him along for the ride, a slower ride, no longer hurtling blindly towards any future, but living in the moment. Heechul kisses Jungsu breathless and pulls them even closer, mapping out not the future, but each other.
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