Past; OneShot; 2jun
“Welcome, Mr. Yoon.” the warm melodic voice of Doojoon’s secretary came as he exited the elevator that worked as an entrance to his office, that was right behind Chorong’s desk. Doojoon only nodded his head, showing that he did hear her, and in a way saying his cold ‘good morning’ that the charming girl behind the desk was so used to for the past two years. He walked slowly to his desk and sat down, taking his pen and pulling a few documents from the pile on his left so he could start his work. The sun, which reflected from the lonesome frame on his desk, caught his attention for a brief second and he smiled seeing the unfocused picture that was hiding behind the glass. No one asked anymore why he had it there and no one, who entered this office, knew what was captured on it, besides the young CEO of the Yoon Corporation. Doojoon smiled faintly at it (a smile only Chorong caught once when she entered to deliver some documents); then he sighed and went back to his work.
The sun was shining brightly; the sky was bright and blue; the grass was green and fresh, carrying that specific aroma in the air. Doojoon loved it: his favorite weather, his favorite place, his favorite game.
He smiled widely and ran after the white and black ball rolling on the grass before him, trying to lead it to the net across from him without anyone else taking the precious round object from him. He scored and he felt like he owned the world, when the only thing he did was bring one more point to his team (that was winning not so surprisingly).
After the game finished and Doojoon’s team won, the black haired boy skipped the usual ritual of running around the field and spraying water at his teammates (a childish ritual they somehow made one hot spring day) and headed to the dressing room to change his clothes and then face the harsh reality that his life was - son of the CEO of Yoon Corporation; and as one today he had to further get to know how the company works. Doojoon hated how just a few more months, after he graduates, he has to enter the family business.
On the road to the small changing room at the back of the campus’ building Doojoon heard a faint, sorrowful melody and he stopped, taking a look around. He then spotted a boy, not so far away, with white T-shirt, light ragged jeans that lay low on his hips usually, black leather bracelets, purple short hair, styled in a messy manner, bruises on his face and a little purple on his left arm and a classical guitar. Doojoon took a breath, ready to shout to the boy (what he had no idea), but just then the bruised boy started to sing, taking away every word Doojoon had thought of saying. His voice soared through the field and died in it. Doojoon bit his lips at that, he looked around, then back to the boy and he smiled to himself.
He rushed back to the changing room, leaving the usual troublemaker of the university in his own little world that was obviously not meant for anyone and Doojoon just so happened to sneak in it without wanting to.
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Hair spray, eyeliner, foundation; last minute checks on his clothes; rushing people around him. That was Junhyung’s everyday life. Or at least 4 of 7 days of the week. The others were not so rushed, but not very calm either and with his new album out they were as noisy as possible.
“Junhyung, you’re out in 2 minutes.” A voice came and Junhyung only nodded. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, replaying a scene of a fight in a grass field on a foggy evening with a camera in hand. He smirked remembering that, his breathing becoming even and his nerves calming down. His best solution before going on stage.
No one knew how he calmed down so fast, when usually while they do his make-up he would tap furiously with his hands or feet. Everyone asked, but he never tells.
“Go get them, tiger!” his manager, surprisingly a girl a few years older than him, slapped him on the back and smiled widely as Junhyung stepped towards the stage laughing. He closed his eyes as the lights went off and took a deep breath, then as the screams erupted and the lights focused on him he once again did what he had to do - sing.
“The numbers that will continue on are: 5, 10, 16, 20, 21,…” Junhyung looked at the number in his hands and sighed. 18. He turned around and walked to the door, guitar on his back.
It’s not like he didn’t know it will happen. It never did, because he had the ‘best’ of luck to bump into someone on the way here and get in a fight because that person played all high and mighty. Of course that led to a lot of bruises and which company will get a troublemaker? No one.
As Junhyung exited the building he looked up and smiled bitterly. Maybe he had to give up? The boy sighed once again and headed to the university. He remembers having a lecture in an hour and a half. Maybe he can stop by the tree behind the main building and play a little. Get some stress off himself… there is supposed to be a soccer match too.
Junhyung hit his head at the thought. He caught himself watching a lot of the boys’ matches and he had no idea why. For real. He didn’t like the sport; he was not close with anyone there. But he still went to watch them; or just stay under the tree and listen. Maybe it was because of him. Because that guy knew his life was set and no matter what he did nothing will change it and he still played with so much passion it radiated everywhere. And maybe that’s what Junhyung wanted. Someone to make him feel like he doesn’t have to give up, that nothing can stop your passion.
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Doojoon had a plane flight to catch, but being at the airport, him being quite famous, there were a lot of people rounding around. Well, that was until he reached the terminal. After that no one approached him, gladly, and he passed his passport check safely and without any obstacles. He walked calmly to his seat, checking his phone during all.
It was not unusual for him to travel on planes, but he felt really uncomfortable; he had no idea why. Maybe it was the people always going on to him, or the awful feeling he had in his stomach when the plane took off, but he was not so fond of it. Never the less - work was work.
The tall business man walked to his seat, now quite familiar with how the seats were arranged, and as he walked he hoped that his companion won’t be someone who will bug him with the planet’s future (like the last one). He was really not ready for that before an important meeting with Indonesia’s branch director.
Just two steps away from his seat though Doojoon froze. He froze not because he forgot something important, not because he remembered something he had to do no matter what before he left; he simply froze because the person sitting next to him was someone he knew, someone he wanted to see for years, someone with whom he parted on not so understandable terms and someone whom he still kept in his mind.
He walked slowly to his seat and before he sat he looked at his ticket and then he quietly asked:
“Excuse me… is this seat 23A?” as he asked that a lot of memories flashed through his mind.
He remembered how one hot sunny day he was riding his bicycle through the park. He remembered how he fell after he saw the man before him; how the said man went to him, despite his usually cool attitude, and helped him get up; how he offered him a Popsicle. He also remembered how much he loved those heart shaped lips on him the moment the man lifted his eyes up to look at him. And he remembered the countless times those eyes looked so lost, despite looking quite shocked now. He remembered everything about the figure before him. He remembered his purple hair, his old classical guitar, and his often seen bruises. Everything.
“Hello, Junhyung-ah.” Doojoon then greeted and sat next to the man, turning slightly to him and smiling. “Long time no see.”
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Getting through the airport to the plane was now a usual routine for Junhyung. He didn’t really have anything to do with it… Just that his manager usually got him an earlier plane than the announced one. He truthfully hated that, because of the fans, but at the same time he was glad, because he reached the terminal faster than usual. Of course there will be people recognizing him, but before they can comprehend that, indeed - they saw Yong Junhyung, the famous solo rapper, he will be miles away from them.
Now he was seating at his seat, alone, hoping that his companion won’t be some crazy fan girl that will drain his life with questions (that did happen once) and skipping through his iPad, choosing what to read, listen or watch during the plane ride.
“Excuse me… is this seat 23A?” came a voice, a familiar one and Junhyung quickly looked up, eyes widening up and mouth slightly opening. A lot of things flashed through his eyes. A soccer field, a certain player with a wide smile on his face, a hot sunny day, how he buried himself in a freezer and had to buy a few popsicles because, really, he was not some rascal who would do it just like that. He remembered and the usually good athlete losing his balance on a bike and Junhyung helping him.
He also remembered the almond eyes, the wide toothy smile, and the dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled, the high cheekbones.
“Hello, Junhyung-ah.” The man then greeted and sat next to him, turning slightly and smiling. “Long time no see.” Junhyung could only laugh. He ruffled his hair and smiled, faintly, but he did.
“Hello, Doojoon.” He answered back and turned to the man. “Indeed, long time no see.”
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Doojoon and Junhyung were sitting at one of the benches in the park; due to Doojoon’s request and somehow Junhyung’s consent. They sat and talked, or Doojoon talked and Junhyung listened. But Junhyung liked it. He was never a talker, so he liked it. When someone was talking and not getting angry at his silence.
“I heard you play the other day.” The slightly older male confessed and looked at Junhyung worried. Like he expected the latter to jump and start beating him for it. All Junhyung did though was scowl.
“Sorry you had to hear that.” The trouble maker said, surprising the future businessman.
“Don’t be. I liked it. Why don’t you audition?” at that the purple haired male laughed.
“I tried… A few times. Fate is against me though.”
“Those people were deaf.” Doojoon said, unbelieving that the male auditioned a few times and got cut out. He was not a pro but the boy obviously had talent.
“No, they were not… but they weren’t blind either.” Junhyung sighed and covered one of the bruises on his arm. Doojoon saw that and patted his shoulder.
“Everything will be alright. Maybe fate is keeping something major for you.” At that Junhyung looked Doojoon in the eyes and narrowed them, trying to see past all this optimism in the boy. He then laughed and shook his head.
“Take care, Yoon Doojoon.” He said and got up, going where he initially was headed.
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“A toast!” Doojoon said excitedly and brought his glass full of wine up. “For finally passing the first round!” Junhyung only laughed and brought his glass up too, accepting the toast.
“Well, I finally didn’t come against someone trying to beat me up.” The future idol laughed and clinked glasses with the male before him.
Doojoon and Junhyung had started living together, as per the older one’s request. Truthfully the two would graduate from university in 4 months time and starting to live together was not really the best option, but both of them got along really well and both of them wanted their little piece of freedom before they were restrained by various chains. So before that happened they started living in a small rooftop apartment, quite cozy and comfortable. Usually the two boys would go out and drink a few beer bottles, talking about random things, complaining, sharing; but today was special, so they were inside.
“You will succeed. I’m behind you, buddy.” Doojoon grinned and took a sip from his glass. Junhyung though only smiled faintly and swirled the wine in the glass, wondering. “Ah, I got you something!” Doojoon suddenly exclaimed and stood up going to his wardrobe and getting out a present, Junhyung had no idea about. “Open it.” Doojoon rushed as he gave it to the soon to be performer (hopefully) and sat on his place, eyes rested on the table and foot tapping impatiently.
When Junhyung removed all the paper and ribbons, decorating the box, he managed to take out without any harm a camera, but not from those cheap ones - one that looked quite professional. Junhyung looked at Doojoon quizzical and tilted his head, raising and eyebrow in wonder.
“What is this?”
“You have to take videos of your dance practices… and you have to get used to being filmed by the camera for photo shoots, so I got it for practice.” Doojoon grinned and Junhyung huffed.
“You’re an idiot.”
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“How can you be this stupid?!” Doojoon yelled and Junhyung glared at the male before him.
“Why do you call me stupid?! What am I supposed to do?!” Junhyung yelled back and slammed his hands on the table, rattling the cups.
“Obviously stay out of it!” at that Doojoon stood up and waved his hands. “You worked too hard for this, Zico should’ve known better!”
“He’s still my friend, Doojoon! I can’t stay away from it! I don’t know what your definition of friend is, but it’s not leaving them alone!”
At that Doojoon’s face hardened. His eyes narrowed and his jaw became sharper. Really - he was right, but at the same time he was wrong. Zico was Junhyung’s friend and when Junhyung accepted to go in Zico’s place to talk to the mob, who put his blond friend in the hospital, it was all Junhyung’s decision. It was Junhyung’s life and no one knew better than the now ash-blond male how hard he worked for his dream and how he could lose it if things go wrong.
“Do as you wish.” The black haired male hissed and exited the apartment.
That same day, Doojoon had to leave their apartment for good and return to his family’s house. It was also the day when Doojoon wanted to talk with Junhyung about something else, something more serious. But Junhyung had to serve him this.
When Doojoon came back Junhyung was already gone.
And when Junhyung came back, all covered in bruises, no trace of Doojoon was left behind.
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“I’m sorry… about that time.” Doojoon whispered after an hour since the plane took off. “I should’ve told you I had to leave.” The businessman heard his seat companion sigh and he bit his lip, knowing he should’ve kept silent, probably.
“I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up your phone.” Junhyung retorted back calmly.
“It was in my room, I saw it three hours later.” Explained Doojoon and turned around. “I was mad, I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t ruin my future, as you can see.”
“I was not mad about that.” Doojoon said, loud enough to make himself surprised at his will. “I still keep that smudged photo from the grass field we made with the camera.” The man tried to lead the conversation in another direction, not sure if he will be able to lie if Junhyung asked about the reason.
“The one where we fought over who will take photos of who?” Junhyung laughed and covered his mouth with the back of his hand. “We were really drunk back then.”
“Yes we were.” Doojoon admitted laughing.
“Doojoon?” Junhyung asked suddenly, all calm and composed, turned to Doojoon.
“Yes?” was all, the businessman could say.
“Don’t hate me.” The performer whispered and leaned closer, connecting their lips in one light, sweet kiss. At that time Doojoon should have been worried about the people who may have seen them, who may have took photos, but all the man could really think about was how soft Junhyung’s lips felt on his, how his stomach tightened and felt funny at the kiss, how his eyes fell closed and how his whole body succumbed to the chaste kiss.
When Junhyung backed away though, all Doojoon could think about doing was taking a hold of the male’s arm and keeping him close, looking deep into his eyes and smiling.
“I really need to get your new phone number.” He said jokingly, making Junhyung roll his eyes.
Because sometimes the past overlaps with the present.
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this story is kind of.... all over the place. I had written only the first two parts of it and then I remembered about one of my FMV's that I made and I practically wrote the story according to it... That's why it's like this. Not to mention that I'm rusty with writing... *sigh* Anyway. This it is. Nothing too deep, nothing too shallow, something with a lot of holes and yea... orz. Sorry.
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