one-shot。 an incomprehensible guide to hyunjoong。
an incomprehensible guide to hyunjoong。| hyunjoong/kyujong, slight hyunjoong/kyujong/jungmin。| pg-13。
kyujong explains a few of hyunjoong's short comings, and why they don't matter。
三1,177 words。
one。 hyunjoong's deathly afraid of sharks, but he still manages to brave the water; he still dunks his head under and strokes. his back is always sharped and curved to perfection and it makes kyujong jealous that he can even manage to face his fear to get in the water.
when hyunjoong returns to the boat, skin glistening and hair sticking to his face like framework, he hands him a towel. "how do you face your fear like that?" he asks, because he's genuinely curious how one could even get into water.
hyunjoong laughs and shakes his head, spraying kyujong with water. "i think you're drowning at the other end." he presses his palm against the top of kyujong's head and musses up his hair. "you'd do the same for me, right?"
kyujong looks at the dark, mirky water below them; the absolute lack of substance waiting for him on the other side and wonders; would he?
two。 whenever hyunjoong and jungmin are in the same room, kyujong fears for the safety of the world. with jungmin's brilliantly devious mind and hyunjoong's notoriously fresh way of thinking; he's certain that the two could take over the world, or even destroy it, in a matter of minutes.
when he hears the verbal abuse being shouted at each other from the other side of the living room door, he knows it's too late. they've gone passed the taking over the world and destroying it to destroying each other. he swings open the door and get's an earful of foul things before the two notice him standing there. hyunjoong is holding a pillow that he'd been using in defense to hide from the remote that jungmin had been using to bash his head in.
kyujong shakes his head and drops onto the couch with the bag of potato chips he'd gone to fetch. the other two glare at each other once more and simultaneously drop onto the couch on either side of him, vying for his attention.
"let's watch a movie, okay?" he says, taking the remote from jungmin and putting the pillow behind his back. sometimes, it pays to be the middle ground.
three。 sleeplessness gets hard sometimes. with the constant shuffling from japan to korea and sometimes america, the shows, singing, training, dance, practice, everything that they have to undergo on a daily basis, there isn't time to sleep. especially during activities. but even more so for hyunjoong, who always seems to be doing five times the work the other members are doing, even if it's not true.
but no matter how hard the sleeplessness gets, kyujong always finds himself waiting for hyunjoong on the couch, trying to read a book or watching television. usually he'll drift off to sleep until the gentle clicking of the door opening wakes him up. he'll meet hyunjoong as he's walking in without fail, and in return, he'll receive a sleepy smile that always manages to make his stomach flip flop.
"welcome home," he'll say, and hyunjoong will laugh. they'll go into the room and play until jungmin storms in and tells them to shut the hell up, and then they'll stay awake whispering until hyunjoong falls asleep. kyujong always falls asleep to hyunjoong's tired face--and wakes to his tired face. it's just the way it always has been, even if the leader's games make him tired and only gain an hour of sleep because he's not like hyunjoong; he can't sleep standing up.
four。 hyunjoong always makes them late. "some leader," jungmin scoffs, as hyunjoong climbs into the van with mussed up hair and a sleepy expression, slowly followed by a harassed hyungjoon and an unimpressed kyujong.
hyunjoong will give a grunt of acknowledgment but kyujong knows that he's already sleeping in his mind. and sure enough, as soon as his head hits the glass, he's out like a light. hyungjoon sighs and squeezes into the back between youngsaeng and jungmin, although he (purposely) falls in jungmin's lap instead of the seat.
jungmin shoves him off and kyujong buckles himself into the seat next to hyunjoong. his hair has fallen into his face slightly, hiding his eyes from view. almost without thinking, kyujong brushes the hair away, smiling at the sight of hyunjoong's tired face. he knows that now, even if a bomb went off, hyunjoong would sleep right through it, and he envies him a bit. no matter how much he doesn't want to wake up sometimes, he can't help but do so. and no matter how hard he tries to keep from waking, he always does.
five。 hyunjoong is the most forgetful person kyujong has ever met. he'll leave his phone behind; he'll ask someone where his shirts are when he's wearing one; he'll even try to walk out with just boxers on if he's too tired to move. sometimes kyujong thinks it's a curse. he even forgets to sleep because he's too preoccupied. he forgets to eat; so that kyujong has to remind him by gently pushing a lunch box into his hands (when he manages to cook). kyujong tries his hardest to make sure that hyunjoong doesn't forget anything, not even himself.
(but deep down, he's just worried that hyunjoong might forget him, too.)
hyunjoong quells his fears by pressing him down into a soft mattress and kissing him senseless. he'll press a warm hand against his cheek and trace the line of his temple, from his forehead to his ear, and then down his neck until it reaches the center of his collarbone. it's a reassurance, that hyunjoong can never forget someone like him. then, kyujong will pull at his shirt and slip his tongue between his teeth and remind him that he's really there. it's always hot, it's always intense; it's always perfect.
❀
"hey," hyunjoong scoffs at him, bashing him in the head with a notebook full of song lyrics before returning it to it's box. "what are you doing?"
kyujong closes the cover of his journal with a smile. "nothing," he says, gaze falling on the last box at the foot of the bed. it's the last of hyunjoong's things before he's gone forever.
"that doesn't look like nothing," he says, falling down onto the bed beside him. their fingers brush, and kyujong is struck by how warm his hand is as it sends sparks up his spine and throughout his entire body like warm milk.
"it is though." kyujong drops his head onto his shoulder. "are you going to forget us?" what he really means is are you going to forget me? but he's never selfish.
hyunjoong wraps an arm around him and traces from his temple to his collarbone, giving him chills. "never," he whispers in his ear, presses a warm kiss against his ear, and then he tilts his head and kisses his mouth. it's warm, and sincere. kyujong smiles into the kiss and ties his fingers into his shirt in a firm embrace, because he's always known. just like he's always known that, no matter his short comings, hyunjoong's love is forever.
a/n: besides utter crap, i don't know what this is.
kyujong explains a few of hyunjoong's short comings, and why they don't matter。
三1,177 words。
one。 hyunjoong's deathly afraid of sharks, but he still manages to brave the water; he still dunks his head under and strokes. his back is always sharped and curved to perfection and it makes kyujong jealous that he can even manage to face his fear to get in the water.
when hyunjoong returns to the boat, skin glistening and hair sticking to his face like framework, he hands him a towel. "how do you face your fear like that?" he asks, because he's genuinely curious how one could even get into water.
hyunjoong laughs and shakes his head, spraying kyujong with water. "i think you're drowning at the other end." he presses his palm against the top of kyujong's head and musses up his hair. "you'd do the same for me, right?"
kyujong looks at the dark, mirky water below them; the absolute lack of substance waiting for him on the other side and wonders; would he?
two。 whenever hyunjoong and jungmin are in the same room, kyujong fears for the safety of the world. with jungmin's brilliantly devious mind and hyunjoong's notoriously fresh way of thinking; he's certain that the two could take over the world, or even destroy it, in a matter of minutes.
when he hears the verbal abuse being shouted at each other from the other side of the living room door, he knows it's too late. they've gone passed the taking over the world and destroying it to destroying each other. he swings open the door and get's an earful of foul things before the two notice him standing there. hyunjoong is holding a pillow that he'd been using in defense to hide from the remote that jungmin had been using to bash his head in.
kyujong shakes his head and drops onto the couch with the bag of potato chips he'd gone to fetch. the other two glare at each other once more and simultaneously drop onto the couch on either side of him, vying for his attention.
"let's watch a movie, okay?" he says, taking the remote from jungmin and putting the pillow behind his back. sometimes, it pays to be the middle ground.
three。 sleeplessness gets hard sometimes. with the constant shuffling from japan to korea and sometimes america, the shows, singing, training, dance, practice, everything that they have to undergo on a daily basis, there isn't time to sleep. especially during activities. but even more so for hyunjoong, who always seems to be doing five times the work the other members are doing, even if it's not true.
but no matter how hard the sleeplessness gets, kyujong always finds himself waiting for hyunjoong on the couch, trying to read a book or watching television. usually he'll drift off to sleep until the gentle clicking of the door opening wakes him up. he'll meet hyunjoong as he's walking in without fail, and in return, he'll receive a sleepy smile that always manages to make his stomach flip flop.
"welcome home," he'll say, and hyunjoong will laugh. they'll go into the room and play until jungmin storms in and tells them to shut the hell up, and then they'll stay awake whispering until hyunjoong falls asleep. kyujong always falls asleep to hyunjoong's tired face--and wakes to his tired face. it's just the way it always has been, even if the leader's games make him tired and only gain an hour of sleep because he's not like hyunjoong; he can't sleep standing up.
four。 hyunjoong always makes them late. "some leader," jungmin scoffs, as hyunjoong climbs into the van with mussed up hair and a sleepy expression, slowly followed by a harassed hyungjoon and an unimpressed kyujong.
hyunjoong will give a grunt of acknowledgment but kyujong knows that he's already sleeping in his mind. and sure enough, as soon as his head hits the glass, he's out like a light. hyungjoon sighs and squeezes into the back between youngsaeng and jungmin, although he (purposely) falls in jungmin's lap instead of the seat.
jungmin shoves him off and kyujong buckles himself into the seat next to hyunjoong. his hair has fallen into his face slightly, hiding his eyes from view. almost without thinking, kyujong brushes the hair away, smiling at the sight of hyunjoong's tired face. he knows that now, even if a bomb went off, hyunjoong would sleep right through it, and he envies him a bit. no matter how much he doesn't want to wake up sometimes, he can't help but do so. and no matter how hard he tries to keep from waking, he always does.
five。 hyunjoong is the most forgetful person kyujong has ever met. he'll leave his phone behind; he'll ask someone where his shirts are when he's wearing one; he'll even try to walk out with just boxers on if he's too tired to move. sometimes kyujong thinks it's a curse. he even forgets to sleep because he's too preoccupied. he forgets to eat; so that kyujong has to remind him by gently pushing a lunch box into his hands (when he manages to cook). kyujong tries his hardest to make sure that hyunjoong doesn't forget anything, not even himself.
(but deep down, he's just worried that hyunjoong might forget him, too.)
hyunjoong quells his fears by pressing him down into a soft mattress and kissing him senseless. he'll press a warm hand against his cheek and trace the line of his temple, from his forehead to his ear, and then down his neck until it reaches the center of his collarbone. it's a reassurance, that hyunjoong can never forget someone like him. then, kyujong will pull at his shirt and slip his tongue between his teeth and remind him that he's really there. it's always hot, it's always intense; it's always perfect.
❀
"hey," hyunjoong scoffs at him, bashing him in the head with a notebook full of song lyrics before returning it to it's box. "what are you doing?"
kyujong closes the cover of his journal with a smile. "nothing," he says, gaze falling on the last box at the foot of the bed. it's the last of hyunjoong's things before he's gone forever.
"that doesn't look like nothing," he says, falling down onto the bed beside him. their fingers brush, and kyujong is struck by how warm his hand is as it sends sparks up his spine and throughout his entire body like warm milk.
"it is though." kyujong drops his head onto his shoulder. "are you going to forget us?" what he really means is are you going to forget me? but he's never selfish.
hyunjoong wraps an arm around him and traces from his temple to his collarbone, giving him chills. "never," he whispers in his ear, presses a warm kiss against his ear, and then he tilts his head and kisses his mouth. it's warm, and sincere. kyujong smiles into the kiss and ties his fingers into his shirt in a firm embrace, because he's always known. just like he's always known that, no matter his short comings, hyunjoong's love is forever.
a/n: besides utter crap, i don't know what this is.