one-shot。crosswalks。
crosswalks。| hyunjoong/kyujong。| pg-13。
six years after ss501 break up, kyujong and hyunjoong meet at a crosswalk。
1,061三words。
they meet at a crosswalk in new york city, six years after ss501 has gone their separate ways. kyujong's mouth goes dry within moments, even though he'd just been drinking a tea. hyunjoong looks kind of like he did all those years ago, or maybe it's just his eyes playing tricks on him. he's lean and tall and clean shaven, if a little worn around the edges, and he can still read his closed off face like a book.
he can see surprise there, giving way to something tearful, and then they're hugging in the middle of the street with tears streaming down their cheeks (or maybe it's just kyujong). he pulls back just enough to stare into those dark brown eyes behind hair that's always been far to attractive. he kind of wants to run his fingers through it, but that'd probably be too forward. a taxi beeps at them and they leap apart, both looking startled. kyujong had forgotten where they were, because suddenly the world didn't matter, only each other.
hyunjoong grabs kyujong's hand and pulls him across the street. there's a coffee shop there, so they decide to grab some coffee and catch up.
"so i hear you're in a new movie." kyujong realizes that hyunjoong's smile might have gained a little more experience--a little more of life, perhaps. he wonders where this pang of jealousy came from, because he's happily married and has been for three years now. it's been too long, honestly, because his mom is constantly badgering him for a grandkid and his wife has been far too bitter towards him lately.
"yeah," hyunjoong laughs like he's embarrassed. "what about you?"
kyujong digresses on how awkward that line of conversation is (because these types of conversations last less than five minutes before the awkward pauses start). "i'm good, married." he catches a glimpse of something in hyunjoong's eyes and thinks about how it's only six years too late.
"you're married?" hyunjoong swallows hard, kyujong pretends he doesn't know why. "are you still singing?"
kyujong nods slowly, "not much though, my wife doesn't like it when i'm gone all the time." hyunjoong snorts, his legs kicking out and catching kyujong in the shin on accident. he winces and pulls his legs back to him.
"i knew you'd be a pushover," the way he smirks still makes kyujong's heart beat a bit faster. kyujong just raises his eyebrows and fills the moment by taking a sip of his tea.
"it's not like that, mister hollywood star." he reaches across the table and pushes hyunjoong's shoulder jokingly. hyunjoong catchest his fingers with his hand. kyujong freezes as their eyes lock, the smile dying on his lips. hyunjoong spins the ring on the third finger of his hand, his lips pursing for a moment.
"why didn't you just wait for me?" hyunjoong's voice sounds like a raw and open broken heart (he would know, after all).
"after all this time?" kyujong pulls his hand away.
"come on, it's been years since we've seen each other. can't we just enjoy it?" he laces his fingers together. "don't you have a girlfriend?"
hyunjoong purses his lips, his fisting in front of him. "she's just my friend." he looks to the side. "we're covering for each other." he glares up at kyujong through his hair. "instead of pretending to a wife you don't really love, why don't you just face the facts?" he grabs kyujong's hand, twisting the ring until it comes off.
kyujong tries to snatch at it, but hyunjoong holds his wrists (he's always been stronger). "pretty." before kyujong can fight him, hyunjoong drops it in his untouched cup of coffee and calls for the bill. he slaps money on the table and is up and out of the restaurant in a flash.
kyujong stares after him, heart once again, in little broken pieces as he watches hyunjoong walk away.
a few months later, kyujong's crossing the street in los angeles, the wind sweeping his hair to the side. his jaw is a little tighter, there's a few more lines around his eyes. his finger is bare without his ring. like a miracle, hyunjoong is crossing the street at the same time. there's a burning fire in kyujong's eyes as their eyes meet. hyunjoong's smile is like the sun. kyujong punches him in the jaw with as much force as he can muster, his hands shaking.
hyunjoong picks himself up, wiping the corner of his mouth. someone starts to shout and sure enough, there are cameras blinding them, everywhere. kyujong purses his lips as a policeman shouts and as hyunjoong's manager shoves him back. hyunjoong hawls himself up from the street and shoves his manager aside to get to kyujong, who's gone sort of limp. he closes his eyes against the jeering and the screaming (some lady is crying too).
hyunjoong's mouth is like soft cotton with a tinge of rustic blood, his hands are still strong as they hold the sides of his cheeks. kyujong lets out a soft sigh and kisses back, his fingers twisting into hyunjoong's shirt.
"i'm a fool," he murmurs, still shaking and trying to wonder where his anger went, because he shouldn't be kissing hyunjoong when he'd just divorced his wife. but he's been a little messed up in the head all his life (he blames it on jungmin, secretly).
"maybe," hyunjoong smirks, laughing like a maniac when kyujong punches him. their fingers twine when they pull away to face flashing cameras and distressed managers and horns honking at them to get out of the street. kyujong feels like a twenty year old again, waking up in the middle of the night to hyunjoong fast asleep in his side and his large bear kicked to the floor.
("because kids don't need to see what parents do in bed," hyunjoong explained one night, after throwing the bear on the floor.)
a/n: sorry for this. i kind of just love them.
six years after ss501 break up, kyujong and hyunjoong meet at a crosswalk。
1,061三words。
they meet at a crosswalk in new york city, six years after ss501 has gone their separate ways. kyujong's mouth goes dry within moments, even though he'd just been drinking a tea. hyunjoong looks kind of like he did all those years ago, or maybe it's just his eyes playing tricks on him. he's lean and tall and clean shaven, if a little worn around the edges, and he can still read his closed off face like a book.
he can see surprise there, giving way to something tearful, and then they're hugging in the middle of the street with tears streaming down their cheeks (or maybe it's just kyujong). he pulls back just enough to stare into those dark brown eyes behind hair that's always been far to attractive. he kind of wants to run his fingers through it, but that'd probably be too forward. a taxi beeps at them and they leap apart, both looking startled. kyujong had forgotten where they were, because suddenly the world didn't matter, only each other.
hyunjoong grabs kyujong's hand and pulls him across the street. there's a coffee shop there, so they decide to grab some coffee and catch up.
"so i hear you're in a new movie." kyujong realizes that hyunjoong's smile might have gained a little more experience--a little more of life, perhaps. he wonders where this pang of jealousy came from, because he's happily married and has been for three years now. it's been too long, honestly, because his mom is constantly badgering him for a grandkid and his wife has been far too bitter towards him lately.
"yeah," hyunjoong laughs like he's embarrassed. "what about you?"
kyujong digresses on how awkward that line of conversation is (because these types of conversations last less than five minutes before the awkward pauses start). "i'm good, married." he catches a glimpse of something in hyunjoong's eyes and thinks about how it's only six years too late.
"you're married?" hyunjoong swallows hard, kyujong pretends he doesn't know why. "are you still singing?"
kyujong nods slowly, "not much though, my wife doesn't like it when i'm gone all the time." hyunjoong snorts, his legs kicking out and catching kyujong in the shin on accident. he winces and pulls his legs back to him.
"i knew you'd be a pushover," the way he smirks still makes kyujong's heart beat a bit faster. kyujong just raises his eyebrows and fills the moment by taking a sip of his tea.
"it's not like that, mister hollywood star." he reaches across the table and pushes hyunjoong's shoulder jokingly. hyunjoong catchest his fingers with his hand. kyujong freezes as their eyes lock, the smile dying on his lips. hyunjoong spins the ring on the third finger of his hand, his lips pursing for a moment.
"why didn't you just wait for me?" hyunjoong's voice sounds like a raw and open broken heart (he would know, after all).
"after all this time?" kyujong pulls his hand away.
"come on, it's been years since we've seen each other. can't we just enjoy it?" he laces his fingers together. "don't you have a girlfriend?"
hyunjoong purses his lips, his fisting in front of him. "she's just my friend." he looks to the side. "we're covering for each other." he glares up at kyujong through his hair. "instead of pretending to a wife you don't really love, why don't you just face the facts?" he grabs kyujong's hand, twisting the ring until it comes off.
kyujong tries to snatch at it, but hyunjoong holds his wrists (he's always been stronger). "pretty." before kyujong can fight him, hyunjoong drops it in his untouched cup of coffee and calls for the bill. he slaps money on the table and is up and out of the restaurant in a flash.
kyujong stares after him, heart once again, in little broken pieces as he watches hyunjoong walk away.
a few months later, kyujong's crossing the street in los angeles, the wind sweeping his hair to the side. his jaw is a little tighter, there's a few more lines around his eyes. his finger is bare without his ring. like a miracle, hyunjoong is crossing the street at the same time. there's a burning fire in kyujong's eyes as their eyes meet. hyunjoong's smile is like the sun. kyujong punches him in the jaw with as much force as he can muster, his hands shaking.
hyunjoong picks himself up, wiping the corner of his mouth. someone starts to shout and sure enough, there are cameras blinding them, everywhere. kyujong purses his lips as a policeman shouts and as hyunjoong's manager shoves him back. hyunjoong hawls himself up from the street and shoves his manager aside to get to kyujong, who's gone sort of limp. he closes his eyes against the jeering and the screaming (some lady is crying too).
hyunjoong's mouth is like soft cotton with a tinge of rustic blood, his hands are still strong as they hold the sides of his cheeks. kyujong lets out a soft sigh and kisses back, his fingers twisting into hyunjoong's shirt.
"i'm a fool," he murmurs, still shaking and trying to wonder where his anger went, because he shouldn't be kissing hyunjoong when he'd just divorced his wife. but he's been a little messed up in the head all his life (he blames it on jungmin, secretly).
"maybe," hyunjoong smirks, laughing like a maniac when kyujong punches him. their fingers twine when they pull away to face flashing cameras and distressed managers and horns honking at them to get out of the street. kyujong feels like a twenty year old again, waking up in the middle of the night to hyunjoong fast asleep in his side and his large bear kicked to the floor.
("because kids don't need to see what parents do in bed," hyunjoong explained one night, after throwing the bear on the floor.)
a/n: sorry for this. i kind of just love them.