[2PM; chansung/wooyoung] drabbles
title: untitled
pairing: chansung/wooyoung
rating: pg
320w.
Sometimes Wooyoung stops and starts to doubt himself, everybody, this so called job of his and life in general. Being a singer is great; he’s able to do everything he ever dreamed of as that awkward chubby boy from Busan with a trophy in arms, but sometimes time doesn’t move fast enough and then all ends up with him thinking way too much. It’s never a good thing to think, not in this industry that forces people to cut their faces and starve themselves close to death.
“Are you happy?” he asks no one in particular as he sits at their kitchen table sipping orange juice. It’s oddly quiet but then again they’re all getting old, turning into seniors as younger and prettier idols block the backstage of music shows bowing 90 degrees. They don’t need to be as energetic anymore. Wooyoung’s slowly getting used to it, to people’s respect. It only sinks when he starts to think about how and why are they bowing at him.
“Of course I am.” It’s Chansung’s voice, hoarse from sleep with a yawn threatening to blur his words.
“Why?” He doesn’t lift his eyes from the table and the glass of orange that’s bright against the dullness of the white surface. Chansung sits down opposite him, tanned elbows resting lazily on the table.
“I don’t know,” Chansung shrugs, “because I say so?” Wooyoung nods at that. He thinks about taking away those psychology books their professor keeps gifting the maknae. It does no one good, really. Chansung thinks too much to be a proper idol.
“We’re living the dream, aren’t we?” He notices how Chansung keeps sneaking in small questions that suck him in. Chansung’s always so caring it annoys him because he’s everything Wooyoung’s not.
“I guess. Yeah, we are.” He musters a smile, meeting Chansung’s eyes.
“Living the dream or happy?” Chansung grins a little, all sleepy eyes and dry lips.
“Both.”
title: oh baby, you're the snow to my snow leopard!
pairing: chansung/wooyoung
rating: pg
630w.
a/n: chansung's the cutest giant dork, isn't he?>< i had to get rid of the feels somehow orz. stupid title is stupid. it's 2am so any mistakes found are my babies.
“Wooyoung-ah! Come down for a minute,” Chansung shouts from downstairs. It’s after another average day in their lives filled with practice and recording and then more practice.
“What is it?” Wooyoung asks, yawning, as he skips a few steps on his way down the stairs. He’s still wearing the same old grey tee he had on in practice earlier that day, and sweatpants that are well worn-out around the knees. The fabric’s comfortable and soft against his skin, so high fashion or not, Wooyoung doesn’t care that much. He even wears the same jeans for two days in a row, what blasphemy!
“Ta-dah~ It’s for you,” Chansung has that mischievous look he sometimes uses to tease fans with but there’s also a sort of child-like innocence behind it, that makes it so Chansung for Wooyoung. He’s shifting his gaze between the maknae and a huge cardboard box, which has white tape all over it.
“A present?” He asks even if it’s kind of obvious. His birthday was a few days ago and Chansung was stressing over what to give to somebody who already has it all or can buy it if he wanted to, not to mention the fans.
Chansung nods eagerly, lifting Jeonggam into his arms. The cat’s somehow re-appeared at their dorm again even if Taecyeon had been quite clear on how he feels about things with four legs and nine lives, reportedly. Wooyoung thinks cats are quite cute, although he normally wouldn’t care about animals being kept as pets only. It’s not that he doesn’t like animals, it’s just that he sees things more in the practical point of view: you keep a goat for its milk and a dog to guard the house. To his knowledge they do not have mice or rats, and frankly, Jeonggam wouldn’t know anything about capturing living objects, either.
“Open it!” Chansung can’t hold his excitement in any longer as he pets Jeonggam’s head, smoothing down grey hairs. Maybe Wooyoung only likes Jeonggam.
“With what? My teeth?” He asks after having Chansung stare at him for a good two or three minutes.
“Oh, right! You need a knife. Let me get you one, Woodong.” It’s blurted out like it’s the most normal thing to say, call a person by that kind of nickname, yet Wooyoung doesn’t have it in him to complain so he just stands there, still and a little stupid, maybe. Lucky for him, Chansung comes back before the minute is up.
“Here, now open it!” It’s close to screaming now and Nichkhun will be mad, which means a lot of nagging will soon drown them in self-loathing. Wooyoung takes the knife into his hand and starts to cautiously follow the seam underneath one of the many taped lines.
He doesn’t know what he’d expected to see but a life-size snow leopard is not one the many possibilities. The stuffed animal is huge and kind of scary-looking.
“I don’t know what to say, Chansung-ah.” Wooyoung’s staring at the beast, not sure if he’s supposed to laugh or just, just weep on his knees.
“Do you like it??” Chansung beams, big eyes eager and glistening. Jeonggam, on the other hand, is already off to dreamland in which there are plenty of fish and shirts with long sleeves for nesting purposes, of course.
“Y-yeah, I like it a lot. Thanks, Chansung-ah.” He smiles like he hasn’t smiled for days, weeks, because this whole situation is so amusing; Chansung’s so amusing.
“But umm, what am I supposed to do with this?” Wooyoung dares to ask because it’s his birthday present and for him to fully enjoy it, he has to know.
“You ride it, of course.” Chansung states the obvious just as Jeonggam mewls in his sleep.
“You’re such a dummy sometimes, Woodong-ah.”