fic: gonna be okay
gonna be okay
2pm: junho/wooyoung
prompt: cuddle
pg-13
1616 words
gonna be okay
So, there will be times when maybe they would clap each other on the back or give a nice, brotherly arm-around-the-shoulder non-hug.
Really, Wooyoung is totally okay with that. In fact, it makes him feel a little better inside. Just a little, though.
Junho, in particular, had always hung around Wooyoung a little more than the other members. And touched him a lot more. Subtly. Wooyoung had been fine with that - after all, it was Junho’s nature to be a bit more touchy-feely.
Except that was three months ago. Wooyoung initially chalked the increasingly excessive skinship up to fan-service - until Junho began cuddling up to him in the waiting room.
It isn’t as if there are cameras in the waiting room, right? Unless this happens to be a secret camera, and being in the Korean music industry has since made Wooyoung suspicious of everyone and everything, so he keeps that in mind.
One day, just before their performance on either Music Core or Inkigayo, Junho says, “Hey, hyung,” and slings an arm over his shoulder. Wooyoung gives a distracted “Uh huh,” of acknowledgment, having become accustomed to this behaviour by now (and, secretly, is maybe-possibly-probably beginning to like it more than what is healthy). To his alarm, Chansung, sitting on a crate against the wall, seems to be sleeping with his eyes open while Taekyeon is blatantly dead to the world, snoring away while the harried stylist tries to move his huge body into a more convenient position and it’s only ten minutes until the live performance. And Nichkhun’s hair isn’t even done yet. Personally, Wooyoung thinks that it makes him look greasier than Taekyeon, but how could you say something so heartless to a face like that?
Junho remains latched to Wooyoung as they jog through backstage and even Junsu gives them a pointed glance as he passes by. Wooyoung feels like explaining himself - but what was there to explain? This was perfectly normal. They’ve known each other for years and he’s just being a supportive hyung. Of course.
Wooyoung is still the only one lip-syncing out of all of them and he’s used to it by now, but it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth as they file off the stage.
It’s not like his throat’s never going to recover - at least, that’s what the doctor said - but whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night for a schedule and he opens his mouth to talk and a raspy croak comes out, his heartbeat races to a hundred miles a minute before he remembers his throat nodules because, honestly, what’s a singer if he doesn’t have his voice?
They end up winning - and it turns out to be Music Bank - and it’s astounding, but every win ends up boosting Wooyoung’s determination higher and higher (until they reach the top). When Junho reaches for his hand and beams his stupidly sunny, small-eyed smile, Wooyoung grins back and it feels anything but unusual.
But before they know it, Taekyeon’s late for his drama filming and he’s rushed off in their ‘luxury’ minivan and the five sweaty, tired boys left squeeze themselves into their prop car and it’s so much more cramped now than that Idol Army episode because everyone’s crazy buff. Wooyoung sits with Junsu’s shoulder blocking ninety percent of his vision and someone’s elbow - most likely his own - digging into his kidney.
They head straight to their training room after Chansung and Nichkhun take showers - the rest of them really just can’t be bothered, why shower now when you’re going to have to do it later? Come to think of it, that’s probably why half of their dorm smells like foot all the time - and begin rehearsing.
Wooyoung feels as if they’ve already done this a hundred times already and his bones are creaking something bad but this is what they trained to do, this is what they signed up for, and if their dance steps are still slightly out of sync, if one or two of them still screw up a couple of times, they’ll just practice a hundred more times,
“Hyung, want to go get some drinks?” Junho asks him a few hours later. Chansung asks if there’s mango-flavoured soda and if there isn’t, his second choice is banana. Wooyoung replies, snidely, “Aren’t you on a diet right now?” and the magnae promptly pulls up his shirt to show him his abs.
“Are you alright?”
Wooyoung glances at Junho and turns back to the vending machine when three cans come crashing down, one banana, two oranges. “I’m okay,” he says, and repeats it. “I’m okay.”
Junho pats his back with a lingering hand.
This time, it’s still Music Bank.
Wooyoung watches as Taekyeon helps Junsu stagger offstage and he’s not sure what to do, other than follow behind and watch as Junsu’s face contorts in pain because of his knee.
Wooyoung remembers his own throat problems and feels guilty thinking about himself, but can’t help but wonder what group they’ve become - a band of invalids, a dancer with an injured leg, a singer without a voice, and a mismatched assortment of stress and overexertion that has them snapping at each other for no reason at all.
Nichkhun’s constant worry is plain for everyone to see and at times it gets so unbearable that someone almost always eventually reaches the limits of their patience. Chansung ignores the members’ advice and continues to sing and dance until his voice starts to crack and his movements lose crispness, because he knows that he’s not as good as the other members, but he keeps it to himself. Taekyeon keeps up with their training schedules but he’s often the one that tires the slowest, the one that makes the least mistakes, even when he has CFs to film and lines to recite (but seems to age quicker than all of them combined).
It’s these moments when Wooyoung misses Junho and his overly-touchy tendencies and his blinding eye-smile. But right now, Junho is as miserable and tired as the rest of them and Wooyoung can only watch from afar as Junho’s lips turn downward and his brows furrow because Wooyoung isn’t like Junho, can’t express his emotions as clearly and brightly as the other boy can, because he’s Jang Wooyoung, quiet, moody Busan boy and Junho is almost like the sun.
Days later, the five uninjured - so far - members of 2PM gather around Junsu, whose leg is wrapped in a cast. They’re armed with pens and textas to sign - or graffiti - Junsu’s cast but Minjae-hyung forbade them from writing anything but supportive messages, since the odd crazy-fan might snap a picture and upload it onto the internet declaring ‘OMG OPPAS ARE SUCH BULLIES AFTER ALL !!11!’.
Taekyeon’s scrawling ‘2PM’ on the cast in huge, indiscernible letters and finishes with a poorly-drawn Okcat before noticing something already written on the plaster.
“Junsu,” he starts slowly. “Are you… pregnant?”
Chansung shrieks and demands, “Is there something you aren’t telling us, hyung?” before threatening, “I’m calling Jaebum-hyung right now, just so you know.” He has his mobile phone in his hand before he finishes the sentence.
“Oh, that,” Junsu chuckles awkwardly. “Well, um. Funny story, that. Khun signed my cast with a, uh, give birth well rather than get better, so, um.”
“Hey!” Nichkhun protests, frowning. “But that’s what Minjae-hyung told me to write!”
Wooyoung stares at the absurdity of it all and begins to laugh.
His sniggers eventually turn into fully-fledged chortling and he can’t seem to stop. Nichkhun looks a little offended but then starts to smile as well, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation. Chansung just looks blankly at them both and says, “I think Wooyoung-hyung has finally gone crazy.”
Wooyoung almost has tears in his eyes and when he returns to his senses, he realizes that he hasn’t felt as content as he does now in a long time. Maybe there just hasn’t been any opportunity. Maybe he’s just been too involved with himself to notice any. He looks at the members and notices that everyone’s staring at him. “What,” he says, self-consciously. “I’m not allowed to express myself?”
“Don’t worry, hyung,” Junho chirps to him. “They’re just party-poopers.” He wraps his arm around Wooyoungs shoulders and squeezes briefly, subtly, but there. “See? We’re going to be okay.”
Wooyoung watches Chansung and Taekyeon fight over who gets to write a message in the pink marker and thinks, yep, we just might.
Three months later, Wooyoung’s still practicing, still rehearsing, still fixing and perfecting his performance until it’ll capture everyone’s attention, until it’ll be in the spotlight. His voice came back a while ago and he’s using it every opportunity he gets, at least, until Taekyeon throws a pillow at the back of his head and tells him to just go to sleep, dammit.
And in a strange, masochistic way, being tired to the brink of exhaustion with a schedule crammed to bursting point makes him feel exuberant, proud.
Junsu’s told to treat his limbs with more care in the future, but the cast is off and Nichkhun jokes that they could probably sell it online for a couple of manwon but quickly takes it back when Chansung looks at the cast and Taekyeon’s laptop thoughtfully.
Junho’s returned to his usual clingy self. Wooyoung tells himself that yes, he could maybe-possibly-definitely get used to this every time Junho’s hand stays a little longer than necessary on his arm or when he reaches for Wooyoung’s hand to clasp behind their backs.
So when Junho says to him, hyung, I think I like you. A lot, Wooyoung smiles, and thinks, yeah, we’re gonna be okay.
a/n: lolwut. i wanted it to be cracky. and that give birth well thing was on junsu's twitter some time ago. translations --> 2OD. heheee.
2pm: junho/wooyoung
prompt: cuddle
pg-13
1616 words
gonna be okay
So, there will be times when maybe they would clap each other on the back or give a nice, brotherly arm-around-the-shoulder non-hug.
Really, Wooyoung is totally okay with that. In fact, it makes him feel a little better inside. Just a little, though.
Junho, in particular, had always hung around Wooyoung a little more than the other members. And touched him a lot more. Subtly. Wooyoung had been fine with that - after all, it was Junho’s nature to be a bit more touchy-feely.
Except that was three months ago. Wooyoung initially chalked the increasingly excessive skinship up to fan-service - until Junho began cuddling up to him in the waiting room.
It isn’t as if there are cameras in the waiting room, right? Unless this happens to be a secret camera, and being in the Korean music industry has since made Wooyoung suspicious of everyone and everything, so he keeps that in mind.
One day, just before their performance on either Music Core or Inkigayo, Junho says, “Hey, hyung,” and slings an arm over his shoulder. Wooyoung gives a distracted “Uh huh,” of acknowledgment, having become accustomed to this behaviour by now (and, secretly, is maybe-possibly-probably beginning to like it more than what is healthy). To his alarm, Chansung, sitting on a crate against the wall, seems to be sleeping with his eyes open while Taekyeon is blatantly dead to the world, snoring away while the harried stylist tries to move his huge body into a more convenient position and it’s only ten minutes until the live performance. And Nichkhun’s hair isn’t even done yet. Personally, Wooyoung thinks that it makes him look greasier than Taekyeon, but how could you say something so heartless to a face like that?
Junho remains latched to Wooyoung as they jog through backstage and even Junsu gives them a pointed glance as he passes by. Wooyoung feels like explaining himself - but what was there to explain? This was perfectly normal. They’ve known each other for years and he’s just being a supportive hyung. Of course.
Wooyoung is still the only one lip-syncing out of all of them and he’s used to it by now, but it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth as they file off the stage.
It’s not like his throat’s never going to recover - at least, that’s what the doctor said - but whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night for a schedule and he opens his mouth to talk and a raspy croak comes out, his heartbeat races to a hundred miles a minute before he remembers his throat nodules because, honestly, what’s a singer if he doesn’t have his voice?
They end up winning - and it turns out to be Music Bank - and it’s astounding, but every win ends up boosting Wooyoung’s determination higher and higher (until they reach the top). When Junho reaches for his hand and beams his stupidly sunny, small-eyed smile, Wooyoung grins back and it feels anything but unusual.
But before they know it, Taekyeon’s late for his drama filming and he’s rushed off in their ‘luxury’ minivan and the five sweaty, tired boys left squeeze themselves into their prop car and it’s so much more cramped now than that Idol Army episode because everyone’s crazy buff. Wooyoung sits with Junsu’s shoulder blocking ninety percent of his vision and someone’s elbow - most likely his own - digging into his kidney.
They head straight to their training room after Chansung and Nichkhun take showers - the rest of them really just can’t be bothered, why shower now when you’re going to have to do it later? Come to think of it, that’s probably why half of their dorm smells like foot all the time - and begin rehearsing.
Wooyoung feels as if they’ve already done this a hundred times already and his bones are creaking something bad but this is what they trained to do, this is what they signed up for, and if their dance steps are still slightly out of sync, if one or two of them still screw up a couple of times, they’ll just practice a hundred more times,
“Hyung, want to go get some drinks?” Junho asks him a few hours later. Chansung asks if there’s mango-flavoured soda and if there isn’t, his second choice is banana. Wooyoung replies, snidely, “Aren’t you on a diet right now?” and the magnae promptly pulls up his shirt to show him his abs.
“Are you alright?”
Wooyoung glances at Junho and turns back to the vending machine when three cans come crashing down, one banana, two oranges. “I’m okay,” he says, and repeats it. “I’m okay.”
Junho pats his back with a lingering hand.
This time, it’s still Music Bank.
Wooyoung watches as Taekyeon helps Junsu stagger offstage and he’s not sure what to do, other than follow behind and watch as Junsu’s face contorts in pain because of his knee.
Wooyoung remembers his own throat problems and feels guilty thinking about himself, but can’t help but wonder what group they’ve become - a band of invalids, a dancer with an injured leg, a singer without a voice, and a mismatched assortment of stress and overexertion that has them snapping at each other for no reason at all.
Nichkhun’s constant worry is plain for everyone to see and at times it gets so unbearable that someone almost always eventually reaches the limits of their patience. Chansung ignores the members’ advice and continues to sing and dance until his voice starts to crack and his movements lose crispness, because he knows that he’s not as good as the other members, but he keeps it to himself. Taekyeon keeps up with their training schedules but he’s often the one that tires the slowest, the one that makes the least mistakes, even when he has CFs to film and lines to recite (but seems to age quicker than all of them combined).
It’s these moments when Wooyoung misses Junho and his overly-touchy tendencies and his blinding eye-smile. But right now, Junho is as miserable and tired as the rest of them and Wooyoung can only watch from afar as Junho’s lips turn downward and his brows furrow because Wooyoung isn’t like Junho, can’t express his emotions as clearly and brightly as the other boy can, because he’s Jang Wooyoung, quiet, moody Busan boy and Junho is almost like the sun.
Days later, the five uninjured - so far - members of 2PM gather around Junsu, whose leg is wrapped in a cast. They’re armed with pens and textas to sign - or graffiti - Junsu’s cast but Minjae-hyung forbade them from writing anything but supportive messages, since the odd crazy-fan might snap a picture and upload it onto the internet declaring ‘OMG OPPAS ARE SUCH BULLIES AFTER ALL !!11!’.
Taekyeon’s scrawling ‘2PM’ on the cast in huge, indiscernible letters and finishes with a poorly-drawn Okcat before noticing something already written on the plaster.
“Junsu,” he starts slowly. “Are you… pregnant?”
Chansung shrieks and demands, “Is there something you aren’t telling us, hyung?” before threatening, “I’m calling Jaebum-hyung right now, just so you know.” He has his mobile phone in his hand before he finishes the sentence.
“Oh, that,” Junsu chuckles awkwardly. “Well, um. Funny story, that. Khun signed my cast with a, uh, give birth well rather than get better, so, um.”
“Hey!” Nichkhun protests, frowning. “But that’s what Minjae-hyung told me to write!”
Wooyoung stares at the absurdity of it all and begins to laugh.
His sniggers eventually turn into fully-fledged chortling and he can’t seem to stop. Nichkhun looks a little offended but then starts to smile as well, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation. Chansung just looks blankly at them both and says, “I think Wooyoung-hyung has finally gone crazy.”
Wooyoung almost has tears in his eyes and when he returns to his senses, he realizes that he hasn’t felt as content as he does now in a long time. Maybe there just hasn’t been any opportunity. Maybe he’s just been too involved with himself to notice any. He looks at the members and notices that everyone’s staring at him. “What,” he says, self-consciously. “I’m not allowed to express myself?”
“Don’t worry, hyung,” Junho chirps to him. “They’re just party-poopers.” He wraps his arm around Wooyoungs shoulders and squeezes briefly, subtly, but there. “See? We’re going to be okay.”
Wooyoung watches Chansung and Taekyeon fight over who gets to write a message in the pink marker and thinks, yep, we just might.
Three months later, Wooyoung’s still practicing, still rehearsing, still fixing and perfecting his performance until it’ll capture everyone’s attention, until it’ll be in the spotlight. His voice came back a while ago and he’s using it every opportunity he gets, at least, until Taekyeon throws a pillow at the back of his head and tells him to just go to sleep, dammit.
And in a strange, masochistic way, being tired to the brink of exhaustion with a schedule crammed to bursting point makes him feel exuberant, proud.
Junsu’s told to treat his limbs with more care in the future, but the cast is off and Nichkhun jokes that they could probably sell it online for a couple of manwon but quickly takes it back when Chansung looks at the cast and Taekyeon’s laptop thoughtfully.
Junho’s returned to his usual clingy self. Wooyoung tells himself that yes, he could maybe-possibly-definitely get used to this every time Junho’s hand stays a little longer than necessary on his arm or when he reaches for Wooyoung’s hand to clasp behind their backs.
So when Junho says to him, hyung, I think I like you. A lot, Wooyoung smiles, and thinks, yeah, we’re gonna be okay.
a/n: lolwut. i wanted it to be cracky. and that give birth well thing was on junsu's twitter some time ago. translations --> 2OD. heheee.