inorae / the only thing i can give is this song

One Shot

2016-09-18T06:45:19Z

MY LAST
Reitachii
Nichkhun/Wooyoung
pg

please excuse by bad english and horibble grammar ;)
happy reading!!

Another lonely day for nichkhun, just he and his coffee as a companion, it such a waste he thinks as he look at the window. The weather is nice and he hope he’s out side, walking around in park with a tube of ice cream and a familiar smile, gentle touch and a sweet kiss. Nichkhun sigh and sit back on the couch, turning on the TV and searching for something interesting to watch, but there’s nothing interesting for khun at that moment, and even though his eyes glued at the TV screen his soul is flying free, to the place that only he knows, where the wind blow softly, and the sun shine warmly and everything feels right.
“Jang Wooyoung…” the name come out of no where and nichkhun feels something cold as the name come out from him, a paint in his chest but still he cant help but smiling every time he hears the name. “Jang Wooyoung”
***
Wooyoung is exhausted as he sit back on the cold floor, he watch him self in the mirror in front of him. His hair is a mess and his body full of sweat, he can feel his heart beating faster than usual and pains all over his body. but wooyoung is stubborn, so he ignore all of that, he ignore the pain and throw the image of a familiar face away, but the image is stubborn just like him, it keeps appearing every time he close his eyes, eve after all this years. Wooyoung sigh in frustration as he walks back to his previous position, ready to move his body to the music. Well, off all the things he could do, wooyoung thinks that dance is the best way to calm him down. He like dancing… no he love it, so much that he cant help but dance when he hear the music, wooyoung always thinks like that but now he realize (even though he try not to) that there is something else that he love… more than dancing, because now even though he’s been dancing for hours that ‘something else’ keep appearing in his mind, its frustrating to know that he miss that ’something else’ (perfect face, sweet smile and beautiful eyes) he miss him so much till its hurt, the paint is so bad that dance can help him cure it.
***
Its all start with a simple smile, their meeting was so ordinary. They met at the park, Nichkhun sitting on the bench near the pool and wooyoung sat right in front of him. at first they’re busy with their own activity (khun with his book and woo with his phone) but then as if its already planned, wooyoung look up and so Nichkhun and then their eyes met, it just a brief second, really it was so fast that they almost didn’t realize. But in that brief second they feel the word suddenly moving in a slow motion.
Wooyoung remember how khun’s big brown eyes shining and how the wind blew his hair but he still looks prefect despite the mess of his hair. And Nichkhun remember how wooyoung’s chubby cheek makes he smile because it looks so cute and khun loves cute things, and how wooyoung’s pink lips make his heart beat faster that usual. so in that brief second their life change, and they found themselves fall so deep into each others eyes.
***
A visit to the park become a habit for them, they didn’t know when it started but they feel the need to go to the park every Sunday, to walk, to get a fresh air or to see an addicting eyes (for wooyoung) or a cute lips (for khun). It became a habit for them, it so important that if they didn’t go… they feel like dying. Khun and woo would sit in their usual palace, busy with their activity, or maybe pretend to… because khun never really read his book but steal a glance at the boy in front of him. This is ridiculous, khun thought but also sweet at the same time, being in love like this, falling in love like a teenager, this is silly but feels so right.
And after a few weeks on stealing glance at each other khun decided to make his move, one day he came to the park and found the boy already sat on his usual spot, ear phone on his ears while his head moving to the music inside his head, Nichkhun cant help but wonder what kind of music he likes. His boy looks cute like usual, his brown hair falling freely to his face and Nichkhun has to hold the urge to tuck it away. This is perfect, Nichkhun thought, just standing right here in this beautiful park, feeling the summer breeze on his face and staring at this cute boy in front of him. Nickhun could do this all day, no he could do this forever just standing here and admiring the beautiful creature God had create, and feel his heart beat faster in every second.
It took a few minutes for Wooyoung before he realize that someone is watching him, he look to the right and then the world is suddenly freezing, it was him… the reason why Wooyoung always go to this park every Sunday despite the fact that he hates going out side, he hate sun in summer time its too hot for his liking. But this guy, the guy with the brightest eyes Wooyoung ever see, change everything. And Wooyoung had to spend his nights thinking of why he did that, why this guy suddenly means a lot for him, why and why…. But still there are no answers. Wooyoung spend his night remembering every little detail about the guy, especially those beautiful eyes, and Wooyoung found him self falling, he’s been fall for a thousand times… or more, he didn’t know. Wooyoung falls for something in those beautiful brown eyes, something that feels so warm and calming, Wooyoung falls so deep that he cant find his way out, but he doesn’t care because it feels so right and he love it, with every cells in his body, Wooyoung wants to fall even more, he wants to fall deeper and deeper.
***
Their first conversation was so awkward; it started whit a ‘hi’ from Nichkhun and a simple nod from Wooyoung. And Nichkhun realize how every things around him feels so much brighter when he sat next to Wooyoung and shake his hand, and Wooyoung never heard anything as beautiful as Nichkhun voice, it echoed in his head like a music, and the feels of Nichkhun’s hand in him make Wooyoung’s heat beat faster. It just like what he’s been imagine, or even better and Wooyoung would give every thing in this word just to pause that moment. Their conversation continued like any other conversation they had in their life. First they introduce them self to each other, and asking simple question like where do you live and what your favorite music (because Nichkhun was dying to know). By the end of the day they already knew a lot of things about each other, this was weird because they never had this kind of conversation with other, they were eager to know every story, every little detail, and every little secret about each other. Nichkhun know that Wooyoung love to dance, that he move to Seoul with his friend name Junho to achieve their dream, Nichkhun knows that Wooyoung spend his days practicing but he never feels good enough, he Know that Wooyoung is a hard work. And for Wooyoung he know that Nichkhun moved to Korea three years ago, because he fall in love with this country, he love the culture, he love the food he love everything in here, Nichkhun likes to read, his favorite writer is Paulo Choelho, and Nichkhun like to quoting every world in his book. Nichkhun live alone in seoul, he rent an apartemen near the park and work as barista in the small coffee shop near his apartment. Nichkhun love coffee, he needs it every single day or else he’ll turn into a grumpy old man.
Wooyoung finding him self smiling to every words Nichkhun said, this is ridiculous, he thought when he once again smile when Nichkhun told him how hard it is for him to learn Korean when he first come here, because Nichkhun wasn’t telling him a jokes but Wooyoung wasn’t smiling because its funny, he just did. Time fly so fast that its already dark when they look up to sky, they know it was time to go home, but they sat still, both trying to find something else to ask, to told, so they can continues this conversation. But they stuck, they can’t find any other story to tell, any other question to ask, they can’t find anything in their head to share but still they didn’t want this moment to end.
The wind blow harder this time and the lamp flicker above them, Nickhun could feel Wooyoung’s shoulder touch him when his shifted his body, embracing him self with both his hand, and then nichkhun realize how cold this park feel in the night and Wooyoung wasn’t wear jacket, he must be cold. So Nichkhun sighed, he hate it but he had to… he didn’t want this cute boy beside him caught a cold or something. So Nichkhun pat Wooyoung shoulder and told him that its time to go home, Nichkhun can see the disappointed in Wooyoung’s eyes and Nichkhun hate him self for that. So Nichkhun promise another meeting and Wooyoung nod excitedly.
Nichkhun find him self staring at his ceiling that night, he remembering all the things happen today, remembering Wooyoung, his Wooyoung. Nichkhun found him self falling in love with him, falling head over heels for the boy and he sure that Wooyoung feel the same, he could feel it in the air as they talk, he could hear in every time Wooyoung laugh, he could see it in Wooyoung eyes, and Nichkhun knew the moment Wooyoung smile, its written all over Wooyoung face.
That night they both admitting that they’re in love, that they fall for each other. It’s a deep fall, a never ending fall, but they didn’t trying to stop it. Actually, they don’t want to stop falling.
***
Their first kiss was more awkward than their first conversation, its messy and awkward, but Wooyoung can feel his heart beating so fast that it actually hurt, he closed his eyes so tight and closed his other sense, he focusing his attention on the soft lips against him, tilting his head and opening his mouth to welcome the other tongue to explore, to claiming every inch of Wooyoungs lips. Nichkhun warping his hand around Wooyoung’s waist pulling the other boy closer. this was what he’s been waiting for so long, nichkhun thought, he remember the first day he saw Wooyoung in that park, their park, he remember he fall for Wooyoung’s lips, wanting to touch it wanting to kiss it, imagine how it feel to kiss those delicate lips, and now when he actually did, he realize that it feel really great, it was sweet and calming, the way wooyoung move in his arms, the way wooyoung hand caress his body, the way their body fit perfectly, as it they actually mean for each other. This kiss was amazing, it was beyond his imagination, and Nichkhun cherish every moment wishing that it will never end.
It was the best time in nichkhun life; it was also the best time in Wooyoung life. days filled with smiles, laughs, kisses, and promise about tomorrow, they shared everything together, the dream they’ve been chasing for all their life, the fear that hunt them every night, and any other things that come in their life. They want to stay like this forever, lying on the bed in each others arm, whispering sweet promises and share the not so innocent kiss as they fall even deeper for each other.
***
Their first fight starts with a phone call.
It’s been so good for Wooyoung and Junho, they finally achieve their dream when they won the first place in a competition. Nichkhun remember the night when Wooyoung came home smiling and jumping up and down, Nichkhun never see him this happy before, he even crying in Nichkhuns arm that day, repeating an ‘I love you’ and ‘thank you so much’ in his ears and Nichkhun know that Wooyoung didn’t have to say that, because it Wooyoung deserve it, it was all his effort of years and years practicing, ignoring all the people who looked down on him and continue his practice till he can show then that they are all wrong. Nichkhun remember kissing Wooyoung that night, telling him that he was so proud he was happy for Wooyoung and would always support him, and Wooyoung kissed him back, telling Nichkhun that he’s lucky to have Nichkhun in his side, and he would never ever let him go.
But for the first time things aren’t went as they planned, Wooyoung was so busy he barely came home. It was hard for the both of them to see each other, and Nichkhun miss Wooyoung in every passing day. at night he was lying on his bad staring at the empty space beside him, it feels so cold without Wooyoung in his arms as if something is missing, something so important that it suffocate him. Nihkhun used to think that it was the sacrifice he has to take, that this was the part of his promise to Wooyoung, a promise to always support him. But as the days went by, the burden in his chest grow even heavier, it suffocate him, it takes every breath in his lungs and it hurt so much. He miss Wooyoung and the worst part is knowing that Wooyoung didn’t miss him as much as he misses the other boy.
Nichkhun could see the love that he build slowly shattered down, the love that he so proud of, the one that he always hold close to his heart, because it warming him, it comfort him, it became his strange. Knowing that there was Wooyoung by his side, holding his hand and smiling at him, so sweet, so beautiful and make Nichkhun forget all his fears. Nichkhun could see his love shattered into pieces and Nichkhun did all he can to collected it, but it was so hard without Wooyoung to help him. Nichkhun realize how Wooyoung felt so far away, so distant that his voice can’t reach him anymore. Wooyoung felt so cold, so foreign and Nichkhun miss him even more.
Nichkhun stare at Wooyoung, they are sitting in Nichkhun living room, its been a long time since their last meeting and Nichkhun expecting some private talk, the time for the both of them, he expect Wooyoung to told him story about his new life, how it feel to finally standing in his own stage, dancing to his own audience, the feeling when the world finally recognize him. But Wooyoung was busy with his phone, answering Nichkhun question with a nod as if he didn’t care, as if his phone was more interesting that Nichkhun, and Nickhun realize that something change. Wooyoungs phone ringing again, it’s been ringing for some time and Nickhun can’t help but feel the anger inside of him. For the first time Nichkhun actually yell at Wooyoung, because he couldn’t bear the pain any longer, and it was hurt even more to see Wooyoung sit beside him but he felt so distant, Nichkhun can’t reach for him. Nichkhun burst in anger, he pointed his finger, he scream, he cried, he told Wooyoung to stop, he begged Wooyoung to throw everything and just get back to him. Nichkhun know that this was selfish, that this was wrong, but Nichkhun didn’t care, because he need Wooyoung, he want Wooyoung back in his life. He want Wooyoung to look at once again, with eyes that filled with love, but this time Wooyoungs eyes were dark, filled with disbelieve and disappointment. And Nichkhun realize that it was too late; it was too late to take back everything he just said, too late to say sorry and pull Wooyoung into a hug.
It was their first fight, it was their last fight. Because Wooyoung left that night, he left without taking anything but Nichkhuns heart.
***
Wooyoung hate summer, the sun shine too bright it blinding him and the temperature is just too hot to his liking, but what he hate the most is the feel of summer breeze on his face, and all the memories that suddenly appear in the back of his head, like movie, a vary old movie that bring back all those feeling.
Wooyoung sight and shifting in his bed, staring at the wall in front of him. It’s in the middle of the night, and Wooyoung have an early schedule tomorrow but he can’t force him self to sleep, there’s something bothering him, things that he’s been hiding for so long, memories that he shove to the back of his head and lock it so tight. his busy schedule and all the show he has with Junho distracted him from all those things, the load music and all the screams from fans shifting his attention and Wooyoung feel free, he feels the burden on his chest is gone and its only Wooyoung standing on the stage dancing, moving his body perfectly with the music, unite like a perfect melody. But that feeling is gone as soon as the show end, bringing back all the burden and suffocate him once again. and Wooyoung have to deal with that every single day since he left. Wooyoung have to act like everything is fine, he smiling and lauging through out the day but when he’s alone he break down, he cant stop the tears from falling, he cant stop his heart screaming for help, the paint is so much that Wooyoung actually think that he could die. Wooyoung never know that this is the price he has to pay to achieve his dream, and he always wondering is it even worth? Because Wooyoung isn’t happy, well he was happy when he finally standing on the stage, looking at the people in front of him, screaming, yelling his name and looking at him with so much love, he was happy at that time but it doesn’t feel the same anymore, people are still screaming his name, looking at him with love, supporting him but it feels empty like something is missing, something important, something that he need the most, something that he miss… something like soft brown hair, a sweet tender smile, deep voice calling his name, strong arm warped around him, and those beautiful brown eyes.
***
Wooyoung and Nichkhun are falling, it’s a deep, a never ending fall that hypnotizes them, it’s the fall that they wish will never end. But after awhile they realize that their fall will come to an end, when there no more genuine smile decorating their face, no more kisses welcome them when they wake up in the morning, when they cant feel that warm and comforting arm on each other through the night. And it shuttered them into pieces, broke them beyond repair. But the summer will always come for them, bringing back all those memories and promises that they hold in their heart, maybe some day…. it will be their light, will be their sight and lead their way to each other. Perhaps, one day.

two TaecHo stories

2016-02-16T15:41:44Z

#1. such a cold, cold night
Group: 2PM
Pairing: Taecyeon/Junho
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3,450
Summary: Junho wanted all or nothing.

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#2. Take on me // Take me on
Group: 2PM
Pairings: Taecyeon/Junho, slight Minjun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 30,800
Summary: How many times does Taecyeon have to be offended before he realizes he’s the one being offensive?

picture this (chanfei, wookay, taecho)

2015-07-11T00:57:15Z

Title: Picture This
Groups: 2PM, miss A
Pairings: Chansung/Fei, Minjun/Wooyoung, Taecyeon/Junho
Rating: PG-13
Length: 10,600 words
Summary: Later he will take a look at the picture of them with drooping eyelids, touching lips and claiming hands, and it will grip at him the same way it did just now.
Notes: AU loosely inspired by the last prompt posted here. Thanks to Kat and Michelle for feeding my muses, and to Lia for the help and support. ♥

--> Picture This <--

and it plays again (taecyeon/chansung)

2015-06-09T02:12:23Z

Title: and it plays again
Group: 2PM
Pairings: Taecyeon/Chansung
Rating: PG
Length: 3,100 words
Summary: There is one thing that helps Chansung sleep. There is also Taecyeon.

--> and it plays again <--

Freaks (Two face prince)

2015-05-18T03:07:53Z

Pairing Taecyeon/Junho
Rating - PG
Warning - You may be very confused.
Info - Written for the 2PM Red Carpet. Promps given: American Horro Stories- Freaks, Doll.
A/N - Fic was based on a small dialog taken directly from the show. Used at the end of the fic All credit to it's respective owner.

He comes hidden behind a curtain of green smoke.

There’s no warning, just like the smoke that slithers through the cracks, unstoppable, undetectable until it’s already upon you and too late to get away. How he picks his victims is unknown, but their fate, at the end of it all, is in his hands.

They are broken. Often rotten to the core. Their circumstances always very, but the outcome is the same. Freaks. Monsters. Sometimes in appearance, sometimes in their souls, and in not so rare occasions a bit of both.

Tonight would not be the exception.

Junho feels it in his bones, in the stillness of the surroundings. A silent so unnatural that it makes every nerve in his body stand on end. The sun is still out but it won’t be long before it sets, casting shadows over the camp, giving way to a night for which he cannot predict an ending.

There’s laugher coming from the giant red and white tent positioned at the center of the camp. It looks filthy, a bid torn and patch in places. Old and tatter like the world its part of. A world of freaks. Of the outcast and the unwanted. They all gathered within the cover it offers. Getting ready for a show that only a brave few would venture out to see.

Sad and bitter. This life they live. They came together because the world wouldn't accept them for their differences, yet they dress up and put on a show. Make spectacles of themselves, welcome the laughs and embrace the utter discuss and fascination with which they are look upon.

Sometimes, Junho wonders how much more he can take. How much more he can grow to hate himself. How can he judge those that mock him when there's no one more disgusted with what he is then himself?

But tonight is not about him. At least not yet.

Everyone's gather under the tent, the tension almost palpable, suffocating, and Junho slips past unnoticed by all but their ring leader. Chansung spares him a glance, a look of boredom and exasperation well hidden by the never ending patience by which Junho has come to know him. Is all Junho needs to know that they share the same sentiment; this meeting is nothing more than a pointless waste of time. No amount of words or shared opinions would change the unavoidable outcome of this forsaken night.

The circus of freaks would have a special guest amongst them in this night of hollows eve. Later on, when the curtains drop and the audience is gone. When they are ready to say good bye to another day The Prince would visit a select few. Before the night is through the lights would shine on one torture soul, the audience would give one last standing ovation and another freak would join his caravan of damn souls.

****

October 31st, 19XX.

He never meant to get caught. In and out. Make it quick. Take what you need, nothing more. It was his mistake. His erroneous assumption that the caravans would be empty tonight of all nights.

"Where did you find him?"

"Sneaking into Kwon's. Poor thing has no clue what he was getting into."

"Of all the places... did he take anything?"

"Nothing really there to take."

“Does Kwon-“

“He’s out. Probably won't be back until morning.”

"Good. I don't have the energy to deal with him right now. Hey, kid."

The man was talking to him now. Looking at him closely. Examining his features. His face. Junho never meant to get caught, least of all by men like these. There was something about them. Something fierce, foreign. They weren't like the ones Junho was used to encountering in dark alleys or isolated streets. He could get away from those. Had done so one time too many.

But now he was frozen, knees against the rough ground. Fist clenched on his sides. Unsure of what would happen next.

"What's your name kid?"

The one that spoke was gentler then the one who caught him in the act. Junho had been dragged out then, his resistance only earning him a rough treatment. One he knew he earned, yet resented all the same.

"Your name."

The man with the gentler features repeated and Junho came to attention, clenching his teeth. He didn't have much to his name, and what little he had, had been dumped on the floor feet away from him. But what he had in abundance was pride, and he held on to it now. Head held high, eyes staring back at the man in defiance.

"What's the point of learning my name? Get on with whatever it is you are going to do already."

"You are quite shameless for someone who was just caught trying to steal from us." The man lower himself now, eyes leveled with Junho's. "I'm sure you know who we are. But do you have a clue of what we are capable of?"

He knew who they were. Heard the whispers in town. Saw the flyers posted in walls and street poles. Traveling freak show. He didn't much care for any of it. Only thinking of the possibilities. The big crowds coming out to see the expectable. He has never been proud of what he does, but pride doesn't feed you or gives you shelter. He never took more than what he need it. Just enough to get by. Yet his hopes had been crushed when he had found the place empty, isolated. Just a few lights coming from the caravans where they live. He almost turned back. Settling for whatever he could scraped off the streets, but hunger makes a man reckless. Bold.

As to what they could do...

"Nothing you can do can be worse then what I've dealt with." He found himself saying. Eyes still fixed on the man in front of him.

"So go ahead... do your worse." To his surprise the man in front of him smile, examining Junho as if it was the first time he saw him. Really saw him.

“What do you think Chansung?” The man spoke, getting up and facing Junho’s captor, who simply shrugged in response. Already bored with the situation.

“He’s pretty for a boy. Malnourished and filthy, but not a complete lost.”

“We could set him up with Wooyoung. His act could use a little spice.”

“Wooyoung is best on his own.”

“Fine. Hands off your toy. I get it, but still.”

“Taec…”

“Yeah, yeah.” His attention was back on Junho now, a hand extended in front of him. It took a moment for Junho to realize it was meant for him.

“Are you going to tell me your name kid?” Junho remained quiet. Defiant.

“Fine. How about we make a deal?”

“A deal?” The man nodded, taking a step back and Junho took the opportunity to get on his feet.

“When was the last time you had something to eat?”

A meal for his name. Junho couldn't really find any fault with the proposal. It wasn't much. A sliced of hard bread and a warm bowl of soup, but to Junho it was more than he could had hoped for. Still...

“What is it that you want?” He finally ask. Stomach full, mind clearer. The man had been watching him eat, not saying a word. Junho couldn't helped but be wary. This. This kindnesses he was been offer. It was never cheap. Never free. And this place, this world he had walked into, was something Junho had never experienced before.

“Your name. A deal is a deal.”

“Junho.”

“Junho? No last name?”

“None I wanted to keep.”

“Now, are you going to tell me what you really want?”

He had been waiting for it. For the man to put a price to the meal he had just had. Kindness always came with strings attach and Junho wonder how much of his pride he would have to let go off in exchange for bread and a bowl of soup. There was a part of him that knew. That sense the way the man had been looking at him the entire night. That follow the eyes that examine every inch of Junho's features, every swipe of his tongue over his lips. Junho had an idea of what the man wanted, and he found that he wouldn't mind.

"I want to offer you a place to stay. A way out."

Yet Junho’s intuition had not always been the most accurate.

There were many a time in Junho's life, short as it was, were the world had seem a little brighter. Were the bruises faded and he was given a glimpse of what could possibly be. Those moments never lasted. Junho knew that. He had been fooled one to many times. He couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the man in front of him.

"So you make it your business to go around town recruiting low lives for your road side show?" There was no point on staying longer than he need it. No point of entertaining such a ridiculous request.

"I don't know what you think I am, but I'm sorry to inform you that whatever it is, I'm not it." He bowed, wishing he could at least pay for the food, but the few coins he did have, he would need.

"We have a lot more in common then you make think.” The voice was barely a whisper, yet Junho stopped. Not facing the man but taking in every word.

“We know hunger. Anger. Desperation. We see the world for what it is, learned to survive. We are not together because we like each other, but because we have a bigger chance of making it together. There was a point in time that I didn’t have anywhere to go home to, no roof over my head… A lot of us felt that way as well.”

“Don't pretend to understand how it feels to be in my shoes.” Venom drip from every word, but Junho held back feelings of regret. You don't show weakness. Always put up a front.

“And you don't be so self-center to think you are the only that's had it bad in this world. You don't need to answer right now. We have one last show tomorrow night before we move on to the next town, I’ll be expecting your answer by then.”

True to his word the man didn't wait for an answer, and a part of Junho, a part he had hoped would never again surface, was screaming at him to stop him.

“Hey-“

“It’s Taec.”

"Taec.” Junho repeated, liking the way the name easily rolled off his tongue. “There’s one thing… one thing I want to know... How come there's no show tonight. I mean..."

"Hollow's Eve." Taec’s smile was bitter, forced, and Junho couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more. Something he wasn't getting. A joke he wasn't in on.

"You see Junho... Freaks don't perform in Hollow's Eve."

****

"That's nothing but carney lore. A fuck up tale meant to fuck with your mind.”

Sometimes Junho envies the young ones. They have what he'll never get back. Time. Years. An opportunity to turn things around. To make something of the shitty hand they've been dealt.

"What proof do we even have? You are scare of some made up two-face freak? You are going to let some fantasy bull get in the way of us getting pay on the busiest night of the year?!"

And sometimes he's truly glad he's not that naïve. That stupid. That oblivious and self-center.

“Maybe is best not to.” A more reasonable voice, the rare presence of a female in this congregation of filth and testosterones. Fei’s voice is soft, gentle. She rarely speaks her mind, rarely says a word, but there is something about the day that has everyone on edge, cautious and uncertain, and even the meek and quite feel the need to let their voices be heard.

“The town is in an uproar with all the killings. They are looking for a culprit and we are easy target. Violating the curfew tonight may not be the best of ideas.”

“And what do you supposed we do? Coward and give them reason to blame us? I say we perform tonight. Show them we are not scare” Jia’s not as quite. Not as considerate. The second head of the Siamese twins, the circus latest headliners. Where Fei is reasonable and considerate Jia is blunt and cruelly honest. Her words sink in and a few give shouts of agreement. They are not scare. They won’t coward.

They are fools as far as Junho is concern.

“The town’s witch hunt is not the reason why performing tonight is a bad idea.” Seulong’s voice is deep and low, but it resonates wisdom and nonchalance. He doesn’t look up as he speaks, the set of cards he constantly shuffles in his hands have all his attention. If you look close enough you can almost see how quickly his hands move, how he slips the cards out of thin air, adding it to the pile or taking them away as he pleases. A con artist. Not just with actions but with words, yet not even his persuasive nature can turn things around tonight.

“Back to this. Stupid. Superstitions. We don't owe respect to some made up ghost. What we need to do is put up a show and get pay, get out of this forsaken place before this townies find a way to pin this shit on one of us.” Is JB the one that riles them up this time. The louder voice out of the three young acrobats that recently joined them. Junho just watches them from the sidelines, there's no point on arguing a lost case. No point of trying to explain the hesitation of the few when the many already overruled all other options.

"Children."

The one that speaks is not someone they expect and silence falls, heavy and palpable as all eyes go to the boy, barely noticeable next to his much bigger companion. Junho glances at Wooyoung, really sees him, something he doesn't get to do often.

He's almost ordinary, dress in rags and lose fitting garments, but Junho knows better. He's seen him at his best, dress in skin tight cloths decorated with jewels, glitter and feathers, his face made up and prettier than any girl. During those times, when the stage is his and the lights shine bright, when Chansung's over possessiveness cannot reach him, Wooyoung commands the attention. All eyes on him. Impossible to look away. During those times Junho thinks Wooyoung looks the most beautiful, yet the most miserable.

“Freaks don't perform in Hollow’s eve, not out of respect but fear. Fear of things your minuscule minds don't have the ability to comprehend”

Silence follows his words, and some avoid Wooyoung's glare. They are scare. Unsure of what to believe. Some stand behind JB, they want to work. They want to get pay.
Some are uncertain, unsure, and Junho wants to ask what's the point? There's no stopping the storm that's coming. There's no running, no hiding. They were doomed from the second they stepped under the tent, from the minute they check the lights and set the stage.

****

December 20th, 19XX

Snow stuck to the ground. Filthy. Slippery. Mounts of dirty ice push against the side of the road, yet despite the cold people still came out. Huddle in small groups, curious and elated for the show they've been promised.

Things were different now. Life wasn't any easier but it was less lonely. It was a different town. A different time. Fewer faces under the same old tent where he was given bread, soup, and a way out. The same tent where he know dresses up, and puts up a show. The same tent where he had slowly, very slowly and at his own pace, learned to cope. He was young, new to the life, indifferent to the world. The scars on his soul still fresh, but the smiles where more frequent, the weight on his shoulders much easier to bare. There was a plate of food on the table each day. A warm bed to sleep in every night. And there was Taec…

“You know we have a show to get ready for?”

He had learnt to recognize the deep voice, got used to the stealthy way in which he moved. Everything about Taecyeon was unexpected. His actions, his words, his boldness. He was the one thing Junho couldn't get used to. The one thing that still unsettled him in more ways than he was willing to admit.

“You have to get ready for a show. I gotta put on a red nose and make animal balloons for spoil brats.”

“I'm actually quite fond of that nose on you.” It was moments like this ones. Moments when Taecyeon would step closer. No regards for personal space. Moments when he would let himself get carry away, and do things that confused Junho in more ways than he could name. Moments when he could feel Taecyeon’s breath inches from his skin. Moments when his heart would race, pounding furiously against his chest. It was moments like this one that Junho wish he had the courage to close the distance. But Taecyeon would always back away before he could make up his mind. Always put up the wall that kept Junho at an arm’s distance.

There were nights, rare occasions, but they were enough to keep Junho hoping. Those rare nights when the walls would come down, when Taecyeon would show just a little glimpse of what he kept within... They both scare and excited him.

“Why don’t you sing? On stage I mean. We can always use a new act, and I know that you can do it… I’ve heard you…” Junho remained silent. Shrugging it off. He thought about it before. Dropped the clown custom and do something else, something different. The thoughts never when far.

“Maybe someday.”

“Would I be there to see it?

“Why wouldn’t you be?” He never got an answer to that question. But what he did get answers for he wish he never had.

It was one of those nights. When Taecyeon came to him bare, no walls to keep him hidden. Dark. Everything was dark that night. From the moonless sky, to the eyes of the man that walked into his caravan. Dark like the blood that stained his clothes, that dripped from his hands.

“Taec… what did you…”

He didn’t get to ask his question. Didn’t get to say a word. Lips pressed roughly against his. Bruising. Hurting. But he couldn’t care. Let himself be carry away by it.

“I didn’t mean to… I never mean to do it...”

He kissed the words away. Kissed the remorse and the hurt. He had a million questions. Things he wanted to know. Things he wished he didn’t know. But he pushed it all back. Held it in. He let himself be used. Strip bare. Every inch of skin Taecyeon touch sizzled and burn, setting his entire body aflame.

It wasn’t what he had imagined.

Yet it was so much more than he could had hope for.

****

“Who is this ghost…”

Junho is not sure who ask the question at first. The kids rarely spoke, JB always acting as their voice. He notices Jackson then, shorter then the rest the boy steps forward, ignoring the warning glance from his leader. Junho has notice him once or twice, dressed in tights and wowing the crowd with the way his body would seem to disregard gravity and fly over the audience. Now he sees him as a kid, curious and determined to make up his own mind. He half wishes he could spare him, but then again there's a lot of things he wishes he could do.

“You keep saying we should be scare, but of what?”

No one answers, and the silence that follows is heavy and suffocating. Junho can't help but glance towards the ring leader, wondering if he would be the one to speak. Chansung knows better then most. The anguish and desperation. The overwhelming fear that chills your bones and brings you to your knees. That renders you unable to flee, barely able to breathe.

“They call him the two face prince, and he used to be just another circus freak."

Is not Chansung that finally breaks the silence, and Junho is more stun at the fact that he had not noticed Nichkhun's presence until the very second the man’s words reached him. It unnerves him. The man and his actions. The way he carries himself. Never fully part of the group, yet always a constant presence.

There’s rumors Junho's heard, things he's seen, and ones he'll never admit to been aware of . But Junho chooses ignorance over the alternative, and finds Nichkhun's eyes in the crowd. There’s no make-up today, except for the clownish grin that seems to be tattoo on his face rather than painted, and as he speaks Junho can't help but lose himself in the words. Can't help but think back to a time when he knew a man much like Nichkhun. To a time when he still was young. Naive. Back to another forsaken night of hollows eve.

****

October 31st, 19XX

He listened to Chansung's story from the sidelines, somewhat curious and fascinated. They had gathered back then as well, a different situation yet same circumstances, a little less fearful, but just as naive.

“He's name was Kim MinJun, and as the story goes he was the heir to a very wealthy family. A young but promising composer."

Kim MinJun, Junho came to learn, was a normal man, better off than most and as talented as he was miserable. Hunted by his own mind, driven insane.

"He had a problem... For as handsome and noble as he was, his second face was just as rotten and corrupt. It whispered to him at nights and spoke of things that should only be heard of in hell. It urge MinJun to do things, say things, horrible things, it drove him mad. Insane… there's a lot of theories, a lot of stories. Some say it was a mental illness… Others believe he truly was a freak, a monster with a second face hidden in the back of his head. But at the end, he was abandoned by his family, casted aside, sentenced to spend the rest of his life in a mental institution. A situation not much difference then many of ours.”

“So, what happened to him then?”

“He kill two men and escaped, found a gathering not much difference then ours, he became a performer. A road side freak.”

“He found a home then. Found a place he belong to?” Folklore. Tales meant to scare the new kids, yet Junho still felt compelled to ask.

“Not everyone can change Junho.” Chansung paused, eyes lingering on Junho. “Some of us, kids like you, still have a chance to let go of the hurt and move forward. You still have the drive to try and keep trying. The world has not totally broken you… you still have the luxury to hope. But some, some are rotten. Scar by the world that betrayed them and made them into the monsters they have become.”

A chill ran through Junho’s spine, and without realizing it, without meaning to, his eyes found Taec as he turned his back to the crowd, walking away unnoticed by all but Junho as Chansung finished the rest of his story.

“Kim MinJun hung himself on a night of Hollow’s Eve… But there are whispers, those who say that his second face never truly die. And all nights like tonight, when the freaks come out to play, he visits them from the other side. Searching for rotten souls that like him, are corrupted, diseased, broken beyond repair.”

They all laugh. The tension slowly dissipating as Chansung jokes his way through the rest of the story. There’s no point on scaring them. No point of fighting the inevitable. They will perform tonight. Not because they want to, but because ultimately they don't have a choice. Ends meet had to be made.

“Chansung…”

There was something that was bothering him still, something he felt Chansung wasn't saying.

“Have you ever seen him, the prince?”

Chansung kept quite at first, his attention on the smaller boy sitting beside him. Wooyoung, rarely spoke, barely said a world. His relationship with Chansung was something Junho never pride on. He kept his distance, yet this time small sharp eyes stare right at Junho's, and it downed on him that the reason why Chansung didn't finish his story was because, perhaps, it wasn't his story to tell.

“I don't remember much, just smoke. Green smoke. Lots of it. I was young…and he look right pass me, but my mother… Her conscience wasn't clear, and he knew. Knew everything she did. He knew her sins. Lay them out for her.”

“And then…”

“Nothing.” He was slowly going back to his shelf, slowly going back to that place where Junho couldn't reach him. “No one would believe a kid. All they found was a doll you know, where my mom had fallen asleep there was nothing but a doll with empty eyes.”

****

They set the stage. Turned on the lights.

Got ready for a show only a brave few would venture out to see.

Junho watches the show from the sidelines. He would not be performing. Not tonight. They are other things he can help out with. Letting the young ones take the spotlight, he falls back, watches all from the back. Green fog slips in, mixing in, and Junho wonders if he’s the only one that notices. If he’s the only one that fills the sudden chill in the air. The audience cheers and Junho tries not to think. Tries to focus. The night is young and far from over. And as he looks at the stage, memorizing the faces of his comrade, he can’t help but wonder whose face he's looking at for the last time.

With morning comes the aftermath of a night of restless sleep.

There’s voices outside. Murmurs. Whispers. Everyone getting ready to move on to the next town. Junho wonders around, no purpose behind his steps. Relief settling in when he spots Chansung and Wooyoung not far from where he is. They exchange a look. A knowing glance. And Junho wonders if they are the only ones that notice that there’s someone missing. Someone that Junho has yet to see.

They don’t find much in Nichkhun’s caravan when they clean the place. He owe very little. Said even less. There was nothing that stood out in the small space. Nothing but a doll with a painted smile on it’s face. A doll with empty eyes.

****

October 31s, 19XX

He was there for him.

Taecyeon knew it. Felt it from the second they turned off the lights and he stepped off stage. Junho slept soundly, unware. And Taecyeon wished he could do more. Wish he could had say more. Wish he could be around to see Junho shined in that stage. But he knew. Knew that what was coming he couldn’t escape.

He wasn’t alone. The prince stood in front of him. Tall and regal. Dress in black from head to toe. Porcelain skin almost shinning. His eyes dark pools that sucked him in and saw right through his soul. Behind him, Taecyeon could see them. The restless souls of those who had joined him. Ghostly creatures that didn’t make a sound. Hovering around. Patiently waiting for the next freak to join their show.

Now…

Tell me dear one, How did you come to be here?

“I committed a sin.”

Give us your sin.

“That’s easy, isn’t it? I was born.”

One Day at a Time

2015-05-18T02:11:06Z

Pairing - Taecyeon/Chansung
Words - 13.6K
Rated- Pg-13
Warning - Mild cursing
Info - Chansung finds that with time everything changes. Even him.
A/N - Previusly posted on AFF as Day by Day, sly changes made from the original.

Chansung is just another face in the crowd, all dressed in sparkling blue robes and matching hats, all identical to the ones he wears over the suit his mother has gotten him for the occasion.

He looks around, a lot of familiar faces, faces which he can't match to a name, but faces he'll remember all the same. Faces he has seen on the hallways for the last four years, faces from science and geometry. From morning assemblies and one too many detentions, half of which he may or may not have deserved. So many faces, some eager and excited, others unsure and afraid. Some trying way too hard to seem like they don’t care.

Faces that would become the lawyers and doctors of his generation, the entrepreneurs and politicians. Faces he would see when he’s in the mood for a cup of coffee, or working behind the counter at a local McDonalds.

Chansung’s just another face amongst the crowd. His future as uncertain as theirs.

The valedictorian takes the stage, a face Chansung can actually put a name to, and is halfway through the well rehearse speech before he gives up on it, sighs deeply and tosses the paper to the side. Chansung chuckles, along with a few others and listens more attentively because the words that follow come from the heart, they are not rehearse or meant to please. There’s hollering and cheers when he finally steps of the stage, and Chansung joins them, he gets on his feet and whistles as his friend takes an exaggerated bow, somehow managing to keep his cap in place and giving one last big toothy grin before the principal takes over and urges everyone to calm down. Taecyeon has always known how to rally up a crowd.

Bored now that the principal has taken over, Chansung goes back to staring at the many faces, the person on the stage no longer holding his interest. They talk about bright futures, the end of a chapter and the beginning of another. Things Chansung has heard one too many times before. He’s more interested on the many faces, the ones from biology and statistics. The ones with scholarships and acceptance letters and the ones resign to the community colleges and technical schools. The ones without a plan, and the ones with one too many. The ones people say would never amount to nothing and the ones that at such a young age already have a mouth to feed.

Chansung stares at the many faces, wondering if anyone of those faces notices him.

Chansung’s staring at the ceiling, his eyes doing rounds as they follow the ceiling fan, round and around and around until Junho’s rambling is tuned out. There’s a knock on the door and Junho’s mom peeks into the room, asking if they want a snack for the 3rd time that hour.

There’s something peaceful about Junho’s home. His mom is sweet and pretty and a great cook. Junho always complains he only comes around for the food, Chansung tells him is his charming personality that keeps him coming. Junho calls bullshit on that every time; Chansung has personally reminded Junho just what a shitty personality he has.
“When are you heading out Channie?” Mrs. Lee asks and Chansung is quick to answer.

“Tomorrow morning, I want to be settle before orientation.” She nods, wishes him good luck and says dinner would be ready in a while, he should stick around, and leaves them be.

Junho is quite for the remaining of the time and the silence is unsettling, but Chansung hasn’t said anything for a while either. Everyone is gone. Somehow they all managed to find a different destination, away from home and away from each other. Chansung would be the last one to leave, Junho the only one to be left behind.

“I know she’s disappointed, even if she doesn’t say it.”

“She’s a mom. Is her job to be disappointed in you every once a while.”

“She would probably like it if Taecyeon was her son.”

“So would my mother. Sad, isn’t?” The last statement was meant as a joke, but Junho fails to notice. Chansung glances at him from the corner of his eye, and worries silently about him. Junho's always been headstrong, full of bullshit-confidence and sure of himself. Always eager to try his hand at everything, never stopping long enough to consider the possibility of having to settle for just one thing.

Junho has always been fire, passion and drive, and Chansung is not prepared to handle this defeated side of his best friend. Junho’s stuck. Junho can’t handle stuck.

It’s normal for people to take a year off.

It’s best to go in knowing what you want, rather than waste two years on general classes.

Is ok if you don’t know what you want to do. Not everyone has it figured out.

“Taecyeon is a freak of nature.” He says instead and Junho’s boisterous laugh replaces all the tension that had settled in the room.
“Maybe I’ll become an actor, she’ll like it if her son becomes someone famous.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you are starving, because the money you make as an extra on those low budget porn films are not enough to sustain you.”

“The fuck Chansung, why does it have to be porn?”

“Uh. Just fits.” Theirs a series of profanities and various things from Junho’s room thrown in his direction seconds after the words leave his mouth, and Chansung takes it all willingly. He sends a silent prayer to whoever is listening. He wishes for things to stay like this. Always. Simple and effortless. He prays that things between them would never change. He promises to himself that he would never change.

ii.

There's a phone call Chansung chooses to ignore.

He’s buried nose deep in a paper that he should have started 3 weeks ago and now he just can’t be bothered with mundane distractions such as answering the phone. His professor is a dick, the teacher assistant is useless and there’s two more classes he’s risking to fail if he doesn’t get his shit together. His cell buzzes again, a text message this time, he sets the pencil down, somewhat annoy, and looks away from the computer screen.

It’s Nichkhun. Saying he’ll be in town for another day. They should meet. Chansung pushes away the guilt that threatened to take his already foul mood to epic levels (because Nichkhun has already tried to contact him various times and Chansung always has something more important to do) and sends a reply. Sure. I’ll call you after class tomorrow. Short and sweet. He really means it this time.

Is not that he doesn’t want to see his friend. He does. He really does. It’s been a year since he’s been home, regular calls had turned into once-in-a-while text messages, and even those had become less frequent as the months when by. He’s just been busy, with life, and he really wanted to see Nichkhun and ask how well he’s doing and all, but the next day comes around and the opportunity to stay after class to make up some extra credit arises and he just can’t say no, God knows he needs it. There is a lab partner he has to meet right after and a meeting with his counselor about a scholarship he’s at the risk of losing if he doesn’t get it together.

There’s just so much going on that by the time Chansung makes it back to his dorm he’s just too exhausted to check his phone.
There’s one more message from Nichkhun that he doesn’t read until the alarms goes off at 5am the next morning.

<b>Heading back. Hopefully next time Chansungie. </b>

New Years day at exactly 12:05 a.m. He finds a quiet corner away from the craziness that's going on inside, and presses the phone to his ear, trying hard to differentiate between the voices that are trying to make themselves be heard on the other side of the line.

"I have you on speaker Chan-, do you really need to be that loud MinJun?!" Taecyeon's outburst is followed by some whining, and if possible MinJun's voice has gotten even louder as Chansung hears a scream (Taecyeon's?), “I love you man! So so much' you know that righ- YO!! Get the fuc-” (defenetly a drunk Wooyoung) follow by MinJun telling him how much he misses him, making Chansung wonder just how drunk they all are.

"I miss you too Hyung!" He yells back "I missed you all!" He means every word, and even more so after the conversation that follows:
He wishes he was there too, but his parents came to see him for Christmas and so going home for New Year’s made no sense. Yeah, he knows Junho is right, it doesn't matter, but he has classes in two days, so there's also that.

Yeah, he heard about Junho joining that acting agency and yes, he agrees with Wooyoung, Junho's out of his mind, but he also thinks that's the reason why he'll make it. He also adds that he still thinks Junho has a better chance as a porn start. Everyone but Junho agrees. No MinJun, he didn't stay cooped up in his room, his roommate wouldn't allow it. Yes Nichkhun, he's eating well and he got the care package a few days ago, the stack of bananas was a nice touch. No, he's not getting laid as often as he should, thank you MinJun for bringing it up, but he barely has time to socialize now that he's gotten a part time job as well.

"Taecyeon…" he says into the receiver a little more intimately now that everyone has said their final goodbyes and it's only Taecyeon left.
“I’m sorry I haven’t call…”
“Is ok Channie.”
“Yeah, but I just…”
“You are busy, yeah I know. Aren’t we all.”
“Is not that…”
“Then what it is?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” There’s a pause on the other end, and Chansung has to remind himself that it was his decision. That he shouldn’t let a moment of weakness cloud his judgment.

"Answer your phone every once in a while you little shit, you know it works both ways right? You can call to." Taecyeon says and Chansung stays silent because what can he say?

"Let's get together soon ok? I gotta g- YEAH, I'M COMING HOLD UP A SEC! Bye Channie, love you!" The line goes dead, but he holds the phone to his ear for a while longer, the response to Taecyeon's last words on the tip of his tongue.

“First holiday away from home?” Someone asks and Chansung just now notices the guy sitting not far from where he’s standing. He recognizes the face, JinWoon, the one whose house was now being used for the New Year’s bash. A few things go through his mind, embarrassment, annoyance, but mostly relief. At least he’s not alone.

“Does it get better?”

“Not really,” JinWoon says, “but eventually you become too numb to really notice that is supposed to hurt.”

Chansung does not object when a few hours later JinWoon takes him to one of the empty rooms upstairs. They don’t talk much. Don’t share much about each other either. They’ve been drinking, maybe a little something else in JinWoon’s case. He closes the door and pushes Chansung against it, already getting on his knees and Chansung undoes his belt buckle, letting his pants drop to his knees. He leans back and closes his eyes, his hand resting on JinWoon’s shoulder. Pushing away all thoughts of guilt and loneliness. He wants to feel just like JinWoon said, he wants to feel nothing.
Just this once.
He tells himself.
Just this once…

iii.

Chansung has never been big on modern art. Mostly because he just doesn’t understand it. He remembers MinJun, and the man’s fascination with paintings, bold colors and patterns. Part of him, wishes he could give him a call right now. Ask for some advice, but MinJun had changed his number and Chansung never bother to update his phone contact. It wasn’t intentional. It just simply slipped his mind.

Now he was faced with a predicament. One he brought on himself, because really, what was he thinking when he picked Arts Ed as an elective when he couldn’t even tell a Van Gogh from a Monet? Not to mention half of the so call art pieces he was supposed to be examining look like they had been done by a 5 year old during arts and crafts, but really, what did he know?

The exhibition was put together by a nearby Art school and Chansung’s grade, (and peace of mind) depended on finding out the artist intended meaning behind their work. A lot easier said than done.
He picked the least offensive of them all, a white canvas splashed with a combination of blue, orange and green, tittle Fire Works, and hope that the artist was a lot easier to understand than his work.

It didn't take long to find him, the blonde chatting it up with two girls he recognized from his class. Though he's sure there's a lot more flirting then studying going on. Chansung goes over his own questions as he waits (considering if asking how high he was when he made the painting was an appropriate question or not) while sneaking a glance at the painter every once in a while.

There's something familiar about him, but he can’t quite put his finger on it. He would have remembered meeting someone with such a peculiar hair color, so he’s sure they haven’t met before. Still, there's something about the posture…

The girls finally let him go, and Chansung moves in before anyone else gets a chance. He really needs to get this assignment done or he’ll be late for his shift. He opens his mouth to offer a proper greeting, but before the awkward hi gets a chance to leave his mouth the painter looks his way and the look of surprise in his face is only rival but Chansung's.

“Chansung!?”

The artist seems shocked, and for a moment, so is Chansung, because he knows this face. The chubby cheeks are gone, somewhat, giving way to a more mature profile. Dark messy locks had been replaced with platinum blonde hair shaved low on the sides, and the baggy sweats and Jerseys that used to be so familiar are now fitted jeans, designer jacket and a pair of shoes that Chansung is willing to bet cost more than his entire outfit.

Wooyoung.

“It’s been a long time Channie.”

It has.

A lot has happened in two years. Fail grades and dick professors. New friends, new life. He has a job now, new responsibilities. And sometimes that means missing out on some things. Like Wooyoung’s last two birthdays, and Khun’s camping trip last spring break. Sometimes is hard to pick up a phone. To make a call. What is he supposed to say? He does not want that awkward silence when there is nothing to talk about because they simply are not part of each other’s life anymore. He doesn’t want to face the fact that he has no one but himself to blame for that.

They share a cup of coffee before Chansung’s shift that evening, and he finds that Wooyoung’s clothing style is not the only thing that has changed.

He’s majoring in graphic design, and Contemporary art and should had been close to graduating if it wasn’t because he almost dropped out a year ago, and at this Chansung has to stop and asked, because, well shit.

"I know right?" Wooyoung's smile is halfhearted, cynical, and for the first time that night Chansung gets a glimpse of his old friend. “You don’t have to say anything. I know. MinJun gave me a hard time about it as it.”

“MinJun? Since when is he so caring?”

“Exactly.” They share a laugh. A fleeting moment that warms Chansung’s heart, but passes as quickly as it comes.

"Natural talent can only get you so far." He says, but doesn't add anything else, yet Chansung knows that with Wooyoung less has always been more.

What happened? He wants to ask. What changed your mind? The words don't make it out. Trying to fit 2 years of mix connections into 30 minutes is impossible, even for him. His time is up and Wooyoung is getting up and ready to leave, but Chansung is not ready to let him go. He just doesn't know how to stop him.

"Are you free tomorrow morning?" Wooyoung asks and Chansung wonders if even after all this time he's still so easy to read. "I don't have a class until noon."

He's woken by unnecessary yelling and someone banging on his door. Next to him JinWoon stirs, the sheets only covering half of his naked body and his head bury under the pillow. Chansung doesn't understand the mumbling, but he's sure it promises the death of whoever is responsible for the god forsaken noise.

"I'm coming!" He yells, a little more awake now and promises to chop Seulong's hand off if he wakes up JinWoon. That person is not easy to handle when forcefully woken, but when he opens the door, his frown is quick to disappear. Wooyoung's standing behind Seulong, looking extremely amused.

"Fuck, I forgot"

“Of course you did.”

Wooyoung didn't seem to mind, Chansung on the other hand is painfully aware of a few things. Like the fact that he's standing almost naked, with nothing on but a pair of loose boxers and his door is partially open, giving Wooyoung a clear view of the body still tangled up in Chansung's sheets. Normally he wouldn't care. Had it been anybody else.

"Have you been here long?" He closes the door, trying to not be obvious, and scratches the back of his head somewhat nervously. Is not that his preferences were a secret from his friends. He just didn't want Wooyoung to get the wrong idea.

"Is ok, I just didn't want to leave without saying bye. You have a class soon right?"

Chansung's heart sinks. He didn't mean to over sleep. He wasn't expecting JinWoon to show up either, and last night he had been in a somewhat emotional state.

"What time do you leave?"

"I don't have to be back until tomorrow, but don't you have classes most of the day?"

Yes, he does. He also has a closing shift at the coffee shop, but for once he feels like it wouldn't hurt to be a bit irresponsible. He notices Wooyoung watching him, a smile playing at the corner of his lips and he knows Wooyoung is just waiting for him to make a decision.

"You are a bad influence you know that?" He finally says, knowing that he won't be going to class today, and would probably be getting someone to cover his shift for the night.

"What's JinWoon to you?"

Wooyoung asks when they meet for pizza and beer a few weeks later. Wooyoung's school is only a two hour drive with good traffic and this was the third time the painter had come to visit. Chansung knew it was only a matter of time before the ever observant Jang Wooyoung would ask the question.

"He's just a friend." Chansung hopes the conversation would end there. He doesn't want to talk about relationships and complications. Least of all, if it is with Wooyoung.

"Does he know that?" Wooyoung retorts and Chansung tries to find the words to properly explain the situation.

"We sleep together." There really was no other way of putting it. "He didn't want commitment, I didn't need the complications of a relationship, so it works out."

"How long ago?"

"That we know each other?"

"That you've been sleeping together"

"I don’t know Woo, is on an off. It just happens. But what’s with the inquisition?”

"I don't think he likes me very much." Wooyoung simply says. "Doesn't take a genius to figure out why."

Chansung wishes he could deny it, but he knows he can't. JinWoon had gotten clingy and obsessive, and it only became worse since that morning Chansung had left him in the apartment to spend time with Wooyoung.

"I don't know what his problem is." He admits. He had been clear with the other from the start, it wasn't his responsibility if JinWoon decided to change the rules without his consent. “Nor do I care.”

Nightfall finds them getting comfortable on Fei’s couch, one of the few people Chansung has gotten comfortable with. There’s a stack of DVDs on the table, and enough cheap beer, cheese puffs, and chips and dip to last them the night. Min is busy arguing with Seulong as to which one of the avengers they should watch first, when Fei comes into the room carrying a bowl of freshly made guacamole and announces Downey Jr has precedence over everyone else. Seulong agrees, puts on Iron Man, and Chansung uses the distraction to steal the bag of cheese puffs for him and Wooyoung to share. All in all, is the perfect example of a Friday night with not much to do, and little money to spare.

They are already on the second movie by the time JinWoon joins them, a half empty bottle of Hennessey on hand, which he continues to sip on stray out of the battle as he takes the empty spot next to Chansung. Chansung glances at Wooyoung, wondering if he’s bother by the way JinWoon greeted everyone in the room except for him, but Wooyoung doesn’t seem to notice, or care.

Chansung also chooses to ignore the way JinWoon’s fingers land on his tight, the way they move up and down, teasing, pushing buttons, but been ignore doesn’t sit too well with an impatient JinWoon. He leans in, buries his face in Chansung’s neck and nibbles on the flesh.
Chansung pushes him away, annoy by the insistence, and excuses himself to go grab another beer. He comes back with two, one for Wooyoung, and rather than sit back on the couch next to JinWoon he gets comfortable on the floor next to Wooyoung's legs, and as far from JinWoon as he can. It doesn't go unnoticed by JinWoon.

Neither does the way Chansung throws his head back, leaning even closer to Wooyoung, whose fingers tangle in Chansung's brown hair, and run through messy locks until Chansung's eyes begin to droop.
He doesn't do anything about it though, not until the guacamole is all gone and Chansung decides to take a bathroom break in between movies. Jealousy and a misguided sense of ownership pushes JinWoon to do something he would surely regret later.

Chansung wasn't gone for long, a minute, maybe two, but he returns to a living room where chaos has ensued, and right on time to see JinWoon swing in the direction of Wooyoung's face. There's yelling, and screaming. Blood gushes from Wooyoung’s broken lips, and Chansung sees red. His first reaction is to throw himself at JinWoon, the next second knuckles connect with a chiseled jaw, and JinWoon's heavy body stumbles back, unable to keep his balance, or dignity, in place.

Fei rushes in with a towel and ice for Wooyoung's lips, and Seulong is standing in between Chansung and JinWoon, trying his best to not let things escalate any further than they already have. Is clear whose side Seulong's taking, as he tells JinWoon to pick up his shit and go, but stubborn to the end, rationality impaired, the younger doesn't move. Not until Chansung redelivers the message, venom dripping from every word that leaves his mouth.

"Get the fuck out." He growls, and Seulong had to put a hand on his chest to keep him from getting closer to JinWoon.

"Get the fuck out and don't let me see your sorry ass anywhere near me, or I swear JinWoon-"

"Screw you!" JinWoon retorts with only half the intensity he meant to show. "We are fucking through."

"Grow up." Is Wooyoung the one that speaks now, and if possible JinWoon looks more livid than before, but Seulong's there this time, and so is Chansung, and JinWoon knows he's going to lose. So he leaves, hiding the hurt in his eyes from an uncaring Chansung.

"It's sad how easily you are able to dismiss people.”
Wooyoung says out of the blue while lazing around Chansung’s couch one very hot afternoon. Is the beginning of summer and Wooyoung is due to go back home in a few days. Chansung as usual won’t be going. He has a summer class on Micro Biology he wanted to get out of the way before the semester began.

Chansung looks up from his desk, and at Wooyoung. What is he talking about now?

"Taecyeon," Wooyoung says and Chansung's hold on the pen tightens
“and JinWoon." He finishes and Chansung sighs, his attention back to the paper on the correlation between the two data sets he was supposed to be analyzing, which turns out was way too boring to keep his mind occupied for long.

“Last I check, it was your face JinWoon bashed in, and now you want me to go back to being cool with him?”

"So what was your reason for dismissing Taec?"

"Wooyoung..." Chansung warns because he is not getting on this subject. Not with Wooyoung.

“I don’t want to be the reason you and JinWoon don’t speak anymore.” He says, Taecyeon’s name not to be mentioned again for the rest of the conversation.

“Is not just about you Wooyoung. JinWoon has always been temperamental.”

“I don’t know.” Wooyoung says, voice low. “I guess I understand why he was upset."

“Do you now?”

“He was threatened by me, and didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Threaten without a reason.”

“You sure about that?”

There was a line that was never crossed between them, but Chansung felt like they were getting too close for comfort to the boundaries. How much longer until things were said, and a point of no return was reached? Did he even have the guts? Or better yet, did he want to ever reach that point? Wooyoung remained on his spot, his eyes searching Chansung’s face, waiting for a reaction. It was what Wooyoung did best, push buttons, find limits, imply way too much without using many words. It irritated Chansung to no end.

“Why do you keep coming here Wooyoung?”

“Because knowing you, you probably would not call or text, or communicate, unless I force my presence on you.”

“Is a long two hour drive.”

“Then make it up to me and tell me where Seulong keeps his stash.”
Chansung rolls his eyes, and Wooyoung laughs. Typical. There’s a short argument as to whether or not pleasing Wooyoung is worth dealing with Seulong’s wraths, but Wooyoung promises info on Seulong and Fei’s new relationship status, and Chansung agrees. Pretending not to be bothered that Wooyoung is better informed about his friend’s life than he is. At some point between Wooyoung taking his first puff and Chansung deciding that he would not get any studying done that night, the line finally blurs, and Chansung can’t no longer tell if it was ever there at all.

Wooyoung makes the first move. He takes one more hit before setting the joint down on an ashtray and straddling Chansung. A million thoughts go through Chansung’s mind at that moment, but the second Wooyoung’s lips are on him, everything is forgotten.

“Don’t worry so much.” Wooyoung tells him, his lips on Chansung’s neck. “This is just for fun.” An open mouth kiss to Chansung’s collarbone. “I know better than to expect anything to come out of this.” The next move belongs to Chansung and he gets up from the couch, forgetting about inhibitions and worries, and guiding a willing Wooyoung to the privacy of his bedroom.

Chansung calls JinWoon the day after Wooyoung leaves, and they meet for coffee on neutral grounds. JinWoon says he's sorry. Chansung tells him things can't be like before. JinWoon agrees is best that way. The type of relationship they used to have leaves no room for feelings. JinWoon was feeling way more than he should have. Chansung wants to remain friends. JinWoon agrees, but the look on his face says otherwise.

"What did you expect?" Fei asks him later on when Chansung had told her everything that had happened.

“Nothing.” He says honestly. Wooyoung’s words coming back to haunt him. It was sad. How easily he could dismiss it. Eventually you just become too busy and too numb to remember a person’s absence is supposed to hurt.

Chansung wishes he could tell JinWoon he finally understands the meaning behind those words and how much bullshit they actually were, but then he realizes that it doesn’t matter anymore.
Sometimes, it was easier to just walk away.

Part II
Part III

(Music Is) Always By Your Side

2015-05-17T19:15:15Z

Title: (Music Is) Always By Your Side
Group: 2PM
Pairing: Minjun/Wooyoung
Rating/Warnings: PG for alcohol
Length: 6,600 words
Summary: They had all followed different paths. It didn’t mean they couldn’t meet again.
Prompts: Yoon Shin Jung’s Exhausted (lyrics + mv) + this picture. Title comes from Jun.k's No Music No Life.
Notes: Written for Team Future kpop_olymfics 2015, originally posted here.

--> He feels drawn to the colors more than anything else. <--

inorae @ 2015-02-14T23:57:00

2015-02-15T04:57:52Z

Author cocobaby347
Title: A Fool's Holiday (19/?)
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: ~~Leaves this here and pretends like it hasn't been 2 years.~~ Happy Valentine's Day~!
EDIT 2/19/2015: I'm so sorry upon further review I realized that I only posted half the chapter im so sorry OTL so if u read it already there's a second half!!!
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Chansung’s visage twisted into one of disgust right before he ejected his mouth’s contents into a napkin. The rest of the men sitting at the table erupted into laughter, with Jaebeom and Junsu cackling the loudest. “It’s rank isn’t it?” Jay snorted shortly after he recovered.

The napkins Junho kept sliding toward Chansung were snatched up immediately to scrub away at his tongue. “That was gross. It wasn’t even close to food!”

Junsu howled and toppled out of his chair and Jaebeom collapsed from a fit of giggles onto a very forlorn looking Taecyeon.

“Not even Chansung likes your nasty food, Taecyeon.” Junsu said as he crawled his way back up.

“I don’t blame him it even looks like poison.” Wooyoung said, causing another round of laughter. Taecyeon sent him a devastated look. He grinned wide and added, “Sorry.”

“I worked really hard on that, guys…”

“Not hard enough,” Junsu said. “Jesus Christ, Taecyeon, was that an assassination attempt? Because maybe you’re going into the wrong field; you nearly killed us all.”

“Yeah, if the food hadn’t done it, the smoke from the kitchen was close to suffocating the entire apartment, man.”

“Oh come on!”

Wooyoung smiled again, charming and bright, and Nichkhun sighed softly.

He had such a pretty smile. And such pretty teeth.

Nichkhun wanted to count those teeth.

With his tongue.

Preferably soon.

He gently nudged his foot against Wooyoung’s ankle under the table, because as happy-making as Wooyoung’s smile was, Nichkhun liked it most when it was directed toward him. More than anything, he just wanted Wooyoung’s attention.

Wooyoung must have thought it was an accident, though, because he didn’t turn his attention away from the others who were still ribbing Taecyeon. Inwardly, Nichkhun frowned. Well that’s not very good. Apparently, a switch-up in strategies was imperative.

Nichkhun then slipped off his shoe and started slowly dragging the tip of his foot upwards, catching Wooyoung’s sweatpants on accident and pulling the fabric up with it. The smile Wooyoung had been sporting earlier quickly faded away, leaving him slightly gaping instead as he stared at Nichkhun in confusion and embarrassment.

Playing footsie with Wooyoung while they were out eating dinner with their friends hadn’t been entered into Nichkhun’s itinerary for the day, but hey! He had been quite open to change lately, why stop now?

“Hey, Wooyoung, is that any good? I was thinking about getting some.” Junho gestured towards the food spread before his friend as he spoke.

“Hm?” Wooyoung’s head jerked toward Junho. He stammered, “Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah it’s um—it’s not bad. You can try some if you want.”

Junho shrugged and immediately dug in, giving Wooyoung a moment to glance back up at Nichkhun who stared back him evenly. Nichkhun took this moment to try again, pressing his sole against Wooyoung’s ankle and massaged gently. He kept his face as neutral as possible while watching Wooyoung’s carefully. If Wooyoung wanted him to stop, he would. And considering they were in public with all of their friends whom they had silently agreed not to tell about their relationship, Nichkhun could see why he wouldn’t want to continue.

However…

Wooyoung shifted his leg and averted his gaze, a tint of pink crawling up his neck. Fidgeting, but not shying away from the contact, Wooyoung continued to flush and his tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips. It didn’t take long for Nichkhun to slide his foot up Wooyoung’s calf, letting up on the pressure when he got closer to Wooyoung’s knee and then letting his foot drop down to wrap around his ankle. With a sudden jerk of his knee, Nichkhun pulled Wooyoung’s foot toward him causing his upper body to follow with the motion.

“What was that, Wooyoung; you okay over there?” Junho asked when he noticed his friend’s sudden movement.

“Yeah, I—” Wooyoung’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “I’m fine just…I had an itch.”

An itch.

A swig of juice prevented Nichkhun from completely losing his composure by bursting out in laughter.

“…Right.”

Jaebeom looked over at them from across the table and grimaced. “Oh God,” he started irritably, his face scrunching up. “Please don’t turn into another Nichkhun, he’s just started to get over his weirdness we don’t need that kind of negativity from anyone, man.”

Sighing, Nichkhun pulled his foot back and pushed it in to his shoe. Well that’s ruined.

“Not this again—”

Junsu leaned back to look around Jaebeom and Taecyeon and said, “No, Jay does have a point. After your breakup you were all spacey and weird before you turned into a straight downer.”

Taecyeon turned to Nichkhun and nodded. “That is true,” he said diplomatically.

Nichkhun wanted to say ‘fuck you and the dishonored cow you rode in on’ but decided narrowing his eyes instead would suffice. Traitor. And after all he had done for that ungrateful man.

“I’m only being honest…”

“That’s why nobody likes you.”

Taecyeon drew back as if Nichkhun had slapped him across the face.

“That and he can’t cook worth a damn,” Junsu threw in while Jaebeom angrily mumbled about “gnarly toenails” along with an entire list of grievances he apparently had with Taecyeon.

With the topic of conversation again at Taecyeon’s expense, Nichkhun took the opportunity to return his attention back to his previous activity. But when he looked over to Wooyoung, Nichkhun was met with an unidentifiable stare. Any words Nichkhun planned to say melted on his tongue, slid down his esophagus, and roughly burrowed into his stomach as he tried to decipher what that look met. Wooyoung averted his gaze before he could.

The uncomfortable feeling in Nichkhun’s gut intensified with a sudden wrench. What just happened? They were good about 5 minutes ago and now, the air between them was stiff like cardboard. Was he mad? Well, no, he didn’t look angry, at least that’s not what Nichkhun thought he saw.

Picking at the rest of his food, Nichkhun sighed; maybe he was making a big deal out of nothing. He’d ask Wooyoung about it when they were alone.

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A moan crawled out of Nichkhun’s throat when Wooyoung firmly ground his hips down. Nichkhun impatiently grabbed a handful of his hair, dragging Wooyoung up from kissing his neck to press their lips together. Wooyoung tilted his head as Nichkhun used the hand still buried in his hair to draw Wooyoung closer, massaging their lips together more urgently than before. He bucked upward and slid a hand under Wooyoung’s shirt, desperate for the feeling of heated skin, scrapping fingernails along Wooyoung’s arched spine.

They had been studying…no, really, studying actual books with factual information but then they took a break and well—this is where they were now.

Nichkhun wanted—no needed—more contact with Wooyoung. He palmed his hand along Wooyoung’s heated skin to his chest. When Nichkhun’s fingers brushed over one of Wooyoung’s nipples, his lips parted in a light gasp right before he pushed himself off Nichkhun’s chest.

“Do you want to stop?” Nichkhun asked, slightly winded. Wooyoung’s hands tightly curled into the fabric of Nichkhun’s shirt.

“No. No that’s not—” Wooyoung stopped abruptly and gave Nichkhun that look again, the one he had given him at dinner. “It’s nothing,” he said quietly before leaning back down to initiate another kiss.

Now, Nichkhun didn’t want to press his luck, but with Wooyoung’s hands hesitant and his lips loath, he thought it would be better if they didn’t tap dance around the obvious issue.

“If something’s bothering you we can talk about it,” Nichkhun sighed as he sat up, hand sliding down to settle on Wooyoung’s waist to gently push the other man off him.

Wooyoung settled next to him, back straight, hands folded in his lap while he frowned down at them. A few moments passed while Nichkhun waited for Wooyoung to vocalize his worries from earlier that day. Nichkhun was close to suggesting they both drop the issue when Wooyoung spoke suddenly.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

Oh.

So that’s what this was about.

Nichkhun blinked and sat up straighter.

“Well—no I shouldn’t say—I figured at some point you—but not like—I didn’t know it was a thing—” Wooyoung fell over the words that came racing out of his mouth, each one having a false start.

“Sorry,” out of reflex Nichkhun apologized, though, he wasn’t quite sure for what.

“No!” Wooyoung whipped toward him and Nichkhun jumped at the sudden changed in volume. “I was just curious; it sounded like it ended…pretty bad…” Wooyoung’s voice trailed off at the end, the burst of energy draining as he lost his confidence, again.

Not knowing what to say, Nichkhun stayed silent. This was not a conversation he had prepared for. The last thing Nichkhun expected out of his “agreement” with Wooyoung was a discussion relating to past relationships. At least, not in any detail.

Taking Nichkhun’s silence for rejection, Wooyoung quietly said, “Never mind, it’s none of my business.”

“No, uh—” Nichkhun paused, still in the middle of trying to formulate a proper sentence. “It’s uh…it’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it, really.”

“Basically, I um, I was dating someone about a year ago and it…ended.”

“Oh.”

“I mean—it was—it was my fault. Well, she left me, but I was too…” Nichkhun falters because the only word he can think of is the one she had left him with: ‘perfect’.

“Nichkhun, you really don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Regret and rigidity began to seep through Wooyoung’s skin and set in his bones as he cursed his own curiosity. The last thing he had wanted to do was upset Nichkhun.

“No, no, this is good, this is…this is the first time I’ve really talked it through before.” Nichkhun swallowed thickly, savoring the few extra seconds to cluster his thoughts together. “I uh…I really loved her.” It is a simple statement, but powerful in its simplicity; it’s the absolute truth. Nichkhun barked out a pained laugh that made Wooyoung tense up even further. He’s silent and stock still at this point, and doesn’t know whether too look at Nichkhun or anywhere else in the room. Not that it mattered anyway considering Nichkhun wasn’t even looking at him, too caught up in his own moment to do anything but speak. “Wow it feels good to say that; I loved her. And—and it’s dumb because I chased her away. I was so…so obsessed with everything being impeccable at all times at every single moment—second—I didn’t even really get to enjoy the relationship half the time. And neither did she. I suffocated her; that’s why she left and I had no one to blame but myself.” The words pushed their way out of Nichkhun a gushing dam of unsolved emotional turmoil, too fast to stem even if he had wanted to.

“You know, I saw her recently? I saw her a few months ago and—and she looked so happy. And I realized that I hadn’t seen her look like that since we started dating and it…um. It—uh, it kind of…fucked me up.” Nichkhun laughs again, much weaker, the drain of recollection too taxing. So quietly, Wooyoung has to lean in to hear, Nichkhun continues, “I even thought about proposing to her. Dumb, right? Barely dating for a year and all ready to be tied down for the rest of my life. In hindsight it’s good that she dumped me; that could have been a disaster.” The statement rings like a joke but Wooyoung doesn’t laugh.

Frowning, Wooyoung replies slowly, “I’m sorry, Nichkhun. I know that it sucks to care for someone and have them not…feel the same way. Obviously, it was nothing like with you, I mean, I was young—I was in high school—and there was this…guy. He was older. I shouldn’t have—I was—I was way too young. And naïve. I met him right after I had, kind of, run away and I was so angry I would have done anything to piss my father off; even leave with a complete stranger.” Wooyoung swallowed and looked down at his tightly entwined hands. “He’s how I figured out I—well he, he taught me a lot of things, I guess.” A short, sad chuckle leaves his mouth before he said, “Of course I ended up taking it more seriously than he did, as usual how these things go. And…that was that!” With a tone of finality Wooyoung clapped his white knuckled hands against thighs and turned toward Nichkhun fully. “Sorry, we were talking about and I just derailed and hijacked this whole—”

“No, no! Wooyoung, really, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.” Nichkhun finally manages to look up and find the eye-contact to not be as awkward as he would of thought.

They hold the others gaze for a moment letting the silence ring around them, the only noise being that from the background; the drip drip of the leaky faucet, they even a jingling of keys from down the hall as another tenant unlocks their door. And then it’s too much for Wooyoung who clears his throat and looks away. “We should probably pack up; I know you have class and I have some other, actual studying to do.” He titters out nervously, avoiding Nichkhun’s eyes as he scrambles to gather up Nichkhun’s things and dump them into his bag. Nichkhun stands up awkwardly and Wooyoung all but pushes him out the door, bag in hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Hey, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun gently calls out. Wooyoung looks up, flighty, embarrassed, still not knowing how to react to the info dump from either of them. “Thank you. For sharing that with me. Really.”

For a split second Wooyoung looks surprised which quickly melts into a small release of tension from his shoulders. “Thank you, too.”

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Something Beautiful (Chansung/Wooyoung)

2015-01-15T07:47:17Z

Title: Something Beautiful
Group: 2PM
Pairing: Chansung/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3,000 words
Summary: “Are you living the moment or are you just trying to make it still?”

--> So much blue. <--

two stories written for kpop-ficmix

2014-10-10T14:38:26Z

#1. Appetence
Group: 2PM (2PM/Harry Potter crossover, feat. Jay Park)
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Focus: Junho-centric, Taecyeon/Junho, Chansung/Wooyoung
Length: ~12,000 words
Summary: Junho wakes up as Harry Potter.
Warnings: language, some references to alcohol
Notes: Written for kpop_ficmix; originally posted here. A remix of chanyeolanda’s Voldy Baby- The Parselmouths.

x

#2. Outlines
Group: 2PM
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Focus: Taecyeon-centric, past!Chansung/Wooyoung, implied!Minjun/Wooyoung, and a subdivision of Taecyeon/Chansung/Junho that’s for you to interpret as you read the story. :3
Length: ~5,000 words
Summary: In which a possible triangle becomes a shapeless tangle.
Warnings: language, alcohol
Notes: Written for kpop_ficmix. A remix of verocity’s Untitled.

heaven

2014-09-23T17:07:28Z

pg-13, supernatural!AU » nichkhun/wooyoung » 4,625 words
warnings: highlight to read, strong domestic abuse, character death

Wooyoung’s cheeks were wet, his eyes half-lidded and red. He brought trembling hands to his face, the rose falling silently to the floor. I could see the welts on his wrists, the cuts made by fingernails that ran across the palms of his hands. He was sobbing, but it was contained. It was like dynamite in a mine shaft.

Frivolity

2014-09-23T02:54:21Z

pg-13, gang!AU » nichkhun/wooyoung, ot7 » 30,321 words
warnings: mild violence, gang related activity, language
so i cross my heart and i hope to die

He was wearing a suit of bright royal blue, almost iridescent in the light. It looked expensive, and was rumpled and dark in spots. I assumed they were wine stains.

I'm (Not) Okay ; oneshot

2014-09-14T19:26:59Z

i'm (not) okay
pg-13 » nichkhun/wooyoung » 1,140 words
warnings: prostitution, sugar daddy!khun.
they say love is blind, oh baby you so blind.

"What do you know about happiness?"

drift compatible (chansung/junho)

2014-08-27T16:59:00Z

Title: drift compatible
Author: charlottebebe
Pairing(s): chansung/junho, implied!past!minjun/taecyeon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: essentially this is badly written pacific rim!au
Notes: This was my entry for Round 2 at unreal_2pm, originally posted here. Please do ask me about my headcanons for this AU (I have many) if you're curious! I'm a first-time writer, so I hope this is okay ^_____^

It happened one night...the first of the Category 3 Kaiju attacks.

Operation Crossfire - Chapter [4/?]

2014-08-10T16:12:55Z

Operation Crossfire - Chapter [2&3/?]

2014-07-20T06:13:28Z

Title: Operation Crossfire
Author: lahdeedah000
Rating: PG-13
Characters: ALL 2pm and Miss A members are main characters
Pairings: Chanho, Woomin, Taecfei, and more
Summary: Inspired by Crossfire CF

Chapter 2: Junho is not a girl made of china and is perfectly capable of kicking your ass to Mars himself if you offend him.

Chapter 3: “You should go to him.” Jia said quietly, staring at Taecyeon’s back with an unreadable expression on her face.

Operation Crossfire - Chapter [1/?]

2014-06-30T23:41:04Z

Title: Operation Crossfire
Author: lahdeedah000
Rating: PG-13
Characters: ALL 2pm and Miss A members are main characters
Pairings: Chanho, Woomin, Taecfei, and more
Summary: Inspired by Crossfire CF

A/N: This is my first time posting on LJ, so please tell me if I'm not doing something right with the format, tagging-wise, or the like!

“But what’s the Center thinking, recruiting a bunch of rogues for such a critical mission? We won’t be able to fully trust any of these lawbreakers.”

“Well, we function outside of the law, too.”

Umbrella Chapter 2

2014-06-01T20:48:47Z

Title: Umbrella Chapter Two
Author: ChubbyLips
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Pairings: KhunYoung, JunBros (brotherly love)
Summary: A new guy has moved in to town and Wooyoung doesn't know how to handle it well.
Disclaimer: Characters are NOT mine -Sigh- but the story is.
Word Count: Approx. 2,100 words

A/N: Will update in about 2 weeks time.

Wooyoung wondered if Junho was part ninja.

2PM Fic Challenge!

2014-05-02T08:08:17Z

unreal_2PM: round 2
a 2PM fic challenge
sign ups open until May 7, 2014
SIGN UPS & INFORMATION

Wonderwall [Chansung/Wooyoung]

2014-04-27T20:21:58Z

Fic Title: Wonderwall
Main Character: Chansung
Pairing: Chansung/Wooyoung
Warnings: -none-
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,946
Summary: By now, you should have somehow realized what you're not to do
Notes: Pinch hit for the unreal_2pm challenge.

Link: It starts with Wooyoung pouring water on his hair in front of twelve thousand fans.

2 fics; wooyoung/junho; chansung+junho

2014-04-22T09:15:53Z

Title:hungover
Pairing: wooyoung/junho
Rating/Warnings: pg (swearing and peripheral sex, drinking and drug use)
Summary:'How you balance being Batman, Bruce Wayne?'

Title:not waving but drowning
Focus: chansung-centric, junho-centric
Rating: g
Summary: 'I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.'

*both written for round 1 of the unreal_2pm challenge

Stereo Hearts 1/3

2014-03-01T01:51:18Z

Tittle - Stereo Hearts
Pairing - Taeckay
Rating - Pg-13 (R on later parts)
Work Count - 15,700 (all three parts combined)
Summary - MinJun finds himself lacking inspiration.
Notes. Inspired by the Gym Class Heroes' song of the same title. Links to part 2 and 3 at the end. f.y.i. There is a reason why the fic starts by using MinJun's old name. It changes as it goes on.

♪♪

If I could only find a note to make you understand

I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand

Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune

And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you

♪♪

I.

Music, Junsu believes, is the greatest gift given to men.

His eyes are close, the room is quite and his hand comes up, fingers outstretched as they traced invisible patterns in the air. The music notes to the song in his head, the one that only he can hear. A beautiful composition of medium tempo and heavy bass, words that had yet to come to him, but that are not really necessary at the moment.

He grabs his phone, gets it ready to record, and hums the melody into the speaker. Afraid that if he dares wait, he may not get it ready.

"New song?"

The sound of a voice in the dark and he's no longer in a trance. Now that he pays attention he’s not alone in the room either, nor is it really quite. There’s the familiar sound of someone breathing the same air as he was, the faint glow of a computer screen casting shadows in the room that he had previously failed to notice. Taecyeon is on the bottom bunk, and he sighs, stretches out under the covers and tucks his phone under the pillow.

“Sorry… I’ll try to be quiet”

“Is alright…” Taecyeon says and Junsu hears the faint sound of a laptop closing, the switching of the sheets. “I’m use to it anyway”

His smiles, despite himself, and continues on humming until he doesn’t notice his eyes closing.

Nor hears Taecyeon humming along to the same melody.

II.

The good thing about music, Bob Marley once said, is that when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Junsu can’t help but disagree.

It hits him and hits him hard in front of an audience to whom he never intended to show this side of himself.

He had always believed in choosing music according to the feeling, and at the moment the song seemed like the right choice. Farewell formula. Final goodbyes. It was something he never really thought of, but now…

But when I hear it… why do I cry…

He hasn’t really thought about the meaning behind those lyrics until the second right before he sang them on stage. Perhaps he should have. Then his voice wouldn’t have cracked, the song wouldn’t have lost its intended meaning, and it would have remained a cheerful summer song like he had meant for it too. Instead, it turned into a moment of sorrow, one that left the audience, the judges, and himself momentarily stunned.

“The audience probably thought you were faking it”

It was Taecyeon the one who decided to voice his opinion out loud. It was Taecyeon the only one that had stayed in to monitor the airing of the show alongside Junsu.

“I wasn’t”

“I know”

Taecyeon slides closer on the couch and Junsu looks down at their knees that are now touching, then at Taecyeon’s hand. Where his fingers should be there are corn-cone ships and Junsu smiles, opens his mouth and waits for it.

“Sike” Junsu frowns, Taecyeon chuckles and brings the snacks to his on mouth, eating all five of them in one go.

“Jerk”

“Your punishment for not winning”

“I thought I wasn’t going to be let into the house if I lost?”

“If I kick you out, then I would suffer too. Not worth it”

He would have asked what Taecyeon meant by that comment, but the front door opened and Chansung walked in, murmuring something about take out and Taecyeon was momentarily distracted by the mention of food. Moment that Junsu uses to steal the snack and make a run for it.

III.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

He is not familiar with the author, Maya Angelou, Nichkhun had said her name was. Neither is he familiar with the book Nichkhun is currently indulging in, but he understands the meaning behind the phrase. Can relate even.

He figures it’s worth a try still, and orders a copy of I know Why The Cage Bird Sings anyway. There is no Korean version, but he figures it would help him practice his English a bit.

Is not until a few months later that he gets a chance to actually attend to read it. He waves goodbye to Nichkhun, tells him to take care of himself and that things would be different when he gets back. This is also the time when he recalls the phrase, thinks about its meaning, gives up at the book’s foreword and picks up his phone.

Chance doesn’t answer, but there is a message a few seconds after he hangs up the phone.

MinJunaaaahhhh… I’m in the middle of something right now. Talk later?

There is a moment of hesitation when he stares at the phone screen and wonders who is Chance referring to. Then he remembers that he’s no longer Junsu that he’s MinJun and that from now this is probably how his friends would be referring to him.

Can I use the studio?

He keeps it short, not feeling like elaborating. Chance knows him well, and explanations are not always necessary. Sure, he could use one of the studios in the company, but they just don’t have the right feel. They speak of music for the sake of selling records, as to where Chance’s studio reminds him of adolescent dreams and music as a form of art.

Sure. You know where to get the key.

He spends hours locked up in the room. Forgets to eat, and only gets up when the amount of water he had been drinking finally proves to be too much for his bladder.

When he gets back from the bathroom, he can hear the song he had been working on being played, expects to find Chance waiting for him, but instead is surprise when Taecyeon is the one seated on the chair.

“This sucks”

Taecyeon simply says and he can’t help but agree. He doesn’t blame Nichkhun, how could he if they were just as guilty as he was for not taking care of him properly? He blames the universe, and its macabre plan to make them go through hell and back as many times as it possibly can. He wonders if it’s a game. If someone out there is amusing themselves, taking bets on how much they can last until they finally crack.

“When are you leaving?”

He asks, taking the spare chair and seating next to Taecyeon. He pushes him aside, presses a few buttons on the sound-board and makes sure to save his progress before Taecyeon decides to push the wrong button and ruins the whole thing. This song in particular, he had been working on for a while, almost finish, but always just not quite ready yet. There’s something missing, he doesn’t know what, but he knows trying to force himself to find the answer won’t help either.

“Soon. Honestly, I’m counting down the days”

“You want to leave that bad?”

“I just want to get away from here for a while”

Junsu, no wait that is not his name anymore. That was left behind. A thing of the pass. Something else to add to the endless list of things that had to be let go off in favor of progress. Of moving on.

MinJun understands Taecyeon.

He has different ways of coping, his music been the one thing he knows he can always rely on. The mistress that would never ask for commitment that would never ask any questions or point out his flaws and shortcomings. His refuge. The space where he can crawl in between the notes and turn his back to loneliness. To despair. To helplessness and wretchedness.

But Taecyeon…

“You know I keep reading these articles…”

“I told you not to do that”

“Those hateful comments. Are we not entitled to make mistakes? Sometimes I just want to-”

“The hyenas area always waiting in the shadows for easy prey Taec, don’t give them the pleasure”

“I need to get out of here for a bid, a few days”

“And following Khun to Tanzania was the only solution?”

“Junho said volunteering really helped him out. Maybe it’ll help me to.”

“If it would make you feel better, just be careful”

“I think I’ll miss you”

“You’ll miss us all”

“But you the most…”

There is no one to interrupt here, no one to come in distract him so he listens to what Taecyeon’s says. Hears the meaning behind the words, or perhaps his hearing too much into it. Would he miss Taec?

Yes, he will, actually thinking about it, he already does.

III.

The music industry is a strange combination of having real and intangible assets: pop bands are brand names in themselves, and at a given stage in their careers their name alone can practically guarantee hit records.

MinJun comes out of the meeting feeling betray.

It has been months since they had seen, or even hear from Park Jinyoung and the only thing the man had to contribute to the meeting was a quote from some famous business man MinJun had never heard about.

He borrows a laptop from Wooyoung and types the name Jinyoung had mentioned, Richard Branson, reads the first few search results and his frown deepens. Figures. Self-made billionaire. Entrepreneur. Blah. Blah. Blah. He already suspected the words had been more for the benefit of the suits with pockets that are never full. It wasn’t about the music. Not anymore.

He wanted to tell them that they were wrong. That popularity alone won’t be enough. That their fans had been neglected for far too long. That a lot of time has passed since Heartbeat and that a lot of new faces had shown up on the scene. That they had a lot of ground to cover. Recover.

But no.

He kept his comments to himself because this meeting was not about them, but what would be done with them.

They wouldn’t agree. So compromises had to be made.

“You should talk to Taecyeon”

Wooyoung wasn’t looking at him when he returns the computer. MinJun dreads finding out the reason for the downcast expression, but he asks all the same.

Wooyoung sighs, hands his phone to MinJun and waits. MinJun is not surprise when he reads Taecyeon’s most recent twitter post. If anything he’s a little smug and smiles to himself when he sees the amount of retweets the three messages had gotten, but he hides it quickly. Wooyoung is side eyeing him and Chansung and Junho choose this moment to walk into the practice room, noticeable frowns on their faces and MinJun sighs.

“What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

He questions, thinking that perhaps Nichkhun is better cut out for this job, and he wonders where exactly is the Thai when he’s most needed, but Junho had that look in his eyes and he figures he may as well act like the hyung he’s supposed to be.

He’s not sure where to begin looking so he asks around. No one seems to know, and apparently he’s not the only one looking. He passes one of the managers who looks like he’s about to lose his mind, contains a smile and shrugs when the question of Taecyeon’s whereabouts comes up.

“No idea. I’m looking for him as well.”

Only that’s a lie, because now that he thinks about he knows exactly where to find him.

“Wooyoung is of the believe that I can talk some sense into you?”

“And you think you talking to me is going to work?”

“Do I seem like an idiot to you?”

“At times”

MinJun finds him in the ramen shop near their old dorm, and takes a seat without waiting for an invention. The old ahjumma that runs the place smiles at him and he bows his head in respect, thanking her when a few minutes later a bowl is placed in front of him.

“How did you know I would be here?”

MinJun shrugs and stirs the noodles, making a face worthy of a CF as he takes the first bite.

“Did you think you were the only one that remembers this place, we all use to come here remember that?”

Taecyeon doesn’t respond, instead he gets the attention of the ahjumma and orders a second serving, but MinJun doesn’t miss the hints of a smile the other is trying to hide. Nor the way Taecyeon sighs, picks up his phone and begins typing away.

“I think is amazing that someone had the balls to speak out,”

“But you think that I was reckless by doing it the way I did?” Taecyeon offers when MinJun doesn’t finish his sentence, but the older shakes his head, bringing the bowl to his mouth and drinking the last bit of soup before speaking again.

“I would have thought less of you if you hadn’t, is not your style to keep quiet”

Taecyeon smiles, a real one this time, and slides his phone across the table to MinJun. MinJun reads the new messages, chuckles when he sees the previous ones had been deleted. It doesn’t matter though. He knew that the message had already reached its intended target. That the real meaning had been delivered.

And is not like the new message that replaced them was an apology, nor did Taecyeon when back on what he said. It was a clarification, more for the sake of the business suits than anything else.

“They were going to make me take them down anyway” Taecyeon says when MinJun hands him the phone back.

“So what was that? A need to satisfy your inner rebel?”

“More like a need to express my opinion as one of the breadwinners of this company.”

“You should learn from me, express your feelings through music. Is a lot less troublesome”

They stay silent for a while. Taecyeon finishes his second bowl, but neither gets up, nor mentions leaving. MinJun sends a quick message to Wooyoung; I got him. And puts his phone away, glancing up to notice Taecyeon had been staring at him. There’s something different about the way he’s watching. His eyes look darker, yet somehow brighter, and MinJun notice that his lashes seem longer somehow. He had seen this look on the other before, on those rare occasions that fans seem to capture on photos taken at their concert. When MinJun is not paying attention and Taecyeon is watching earnestly as he speaks.

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“Why do you think Wooyoung thought it was a good idea to send you?” Taecyeon asks and MinJun shrugs. He’s still trying to figure that out himself.

“He was probably too lazy to come himself?”

“Or maybe our Wooyoungie has gotten a lot more perceptive than I gave him credit for”

Taecyeon simply says, and looks away. Yet MinJun has caught the sudden change of mood, feels that there is something he’s missing. Something that Taecyeon is trying to tell him, but he can’t quite catch.

“What’s on your mind Taecyeonah?” He asks right out, because he’s not in the mood to play mind games. He likes things to be clear in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

“Trust me when I tell you that you’re better off not knowing”

“How bad can it possibly be that you can’t even tell me?”

Taecyeon leans closer, the movement is sudden and MinJun is suddenly startled, the chair scratching the floor as he moves back. Taecyeon smiles, his elbows prop on the table and his face cradle in his hands, his cheesiest smile hitting MinJun in full force. MinJun straightens out and frowns, the back of his hand hitting Taecyeon’s arm.

“You need to get a girlfriend so that you can use all that aegyo properly”

“Girlfriends are too troublesome, lack of time,”

“Lack of honesty?” MinJun adds, moving the chair back to his original position. Taecyeon’s smile is bright and inviting, and MinJun joins him. There has always been something about Taecyeon that was impossible to resist. Even to him.

“Lack of interest” Taecyeon says after a while, and MinJun narrows his eyes, not believing Taecyeon for a second.

“So there’s not a girl that you are interested in?”

“A girl? No, there isn’t?” Taecyeon puts emphasis on the word and MinJun’s interest is perked.

“Liar” Is all he says. He’s curious, actually he’s really curious, but he knows better than to pry. Instead, he gets up and approaches the counter, paying for their entire bill.

“A treat from Kim MinJun, I should feel honored”

Taecyeon jokes as they walk to where MinJun parked the car. Taecyeon waits for a retaliation, knowing MinJun’s normal reaction would include a not so gentle tap on the arm, but it doesn’t come. He gets in the passenger side and watches MinJun adjust his seat belt and insert the key. The engine turns over quietly and Taecyeon sighs.

“There is someone” He says catching MinJun’s attention. “There’s someone I’m interested in”

“I knew you were lying when you said there was no girl” MinJun chooses this moment to turn on the radio, the volume loud, and almost misses Taecyeon’s next words. Almost.

“I wasn’t lying about that either”

That night MinJun picks up his composition notebook, and lays in bed. The words are there, dancing around in his head, yet hard as he tries, he cannot get them to blend together like they normally do.

He gives up and puts it away.

He would try again tomorrow. They have an early schedule anyway.

IV.

"I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water."

The words belonged to the great Ray Charles, but MinJun always felt that he was speaking for every great musician out there.

He had never had trouble with Music, had always been able to sleep on it and pick up right where he left off the previous day. Music is who he was, what he did. It came as natural as the constant beating of his heart, it flows easily like the blood running through his vein.

So what exactly was wrong with him today? It was some basic editing, things he had done so many times before he could probably do it in his sleep, yet he had managed to screw up more times than he could count and the glances he was getting from Changdai were not a good sign either.

“What’s wrong with you kid?”

“I’m just having an off day, hyung”

“Off day?” Changdai huffed “More like weeks”

MinJun had nothing to say to that, mostly because the comment was right on the price, so instead he sigh loudly and decides he may as well just call it quits. It’s not like he was getting anything done anyway.

“Should we grab a bite to eat?” Chandai asks as MinJun slips into his jacket, thinking of the drive home, and considering whether or not to ask for a ride. Driving seem like a tedious thing to do at the moment.

“I’m meeting one of your members in a while, and you could probably use the distraction”

“I’m not really hungry” He answers, not really taking the time to consider the offer. He figures is probably Wooyoung, the kid had been showing more interest in making his own music and MinJun had gotten used to seeing him a lot around the studio.

“Alright then” Chandai says, grabbing his jacket and keys as well “I’ll tell Taecyeon you declined on a free meal”

The name was like a trigger, he had no idea existed, without reasoning, or even being fully aware that he was doing it, he was taking back his words. Saying that sure he could eat. He had nothing better to do anyway, and if Taec was paying then even better.

He told himself he was just hungry. That the meal would be free. And that Taecyeon had absolutely nothing to do with him tagging along.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he couldn’t recall the last time he saw the other, or that he miss him, them, more than he would ever admit to himself. They were all so busy lately with their respective schedules that been able to gather as 6 was a treat that didn’t come along as often as it should.

And it absolutely had nothing to do with the way Taecyeon’s face lit up when they got there, or the way his heart began to do somersaults in his chest the second their eyes met.

“I thought you were done for the day?”

Changdai asks a while later, when they get back to the studio and MinJun is still there, hanging his jacket on a rack and taking a seat on the small couch near the door.

“I thought I’ll hang around and see what you guys were working on”

“Maybe you could help out” Taecyeon offers and MinJun gets ready to tell him that sure, he would love to, when Changdai chuckles from where he’s seated.

“Trust me Taec, you don’t want any advice from that one today”

“Why he lost his muse?” Taecyeon asks jokingly, obviously please with the way MinJun is staring down the other man.

“Kids’ been dry for a few days now. Losing his touch”

MinJun consider arguing, but knew it was no use. Taecyeon had that look on his face, seem ready to go if MinJun gave him the ammo, and MinJun was definitely on the losing side of the teasing war that would ensue if he even dare.

Instead, he settles on the couch, takes out his phone and pretends not to stare at Taecyeon as the man takes a seat next to Changdai and gets to work.

Still…

Perhaps it was because he had not seen the other in a while, well, realistically a few days, but for people that had spent most of their adolescent years stuck to each other a few days felt like months. That share time also meant they knew each other fairly well and there was something different about his friend this particular night.

His hair, MinJun notice, was due for a haircut soon, and there was a small blemish on his right cheek. The simple shirt he wore, blue and with a low V-neck, seemed to be a little loose and MinJun wonder if the other had lost weight. He’s not thinking properly either because before he can catch himself, he’s asking the question out loud.

Changdai side eyes him, but quickly turns his attention to the soundboard. Taecyeon on the contrary smiles, all teeth and dimples, and pinches a cheek, pulls at the skin a bit and faces MinJun.

“You notice?”

“I was just asking” MinJun says quickly, wondering why in the world he is feeling so self-conscious at the moment.

“Do I look bad?”

“Of course you don’t, ” he answers quickly. Too damn quickly. He fakes a cough, chokes on his own saliva and quickly adds “The cameras put on a few extra pounds anyway so you’ll be fine”

Taecyeon’s smile is brighter than the morning sun and he kicks himself mentally for even thinking that. Comparing your member’s smile to the sun was just a big fat no in the list of weird things you shouldn’t do or think about your members.

It takes some time, but he feels like he’s back to normal.

He’s driving Taecyeon home and it’s a bit later than they both intended to stay, but when the making of music was involved time was not something you tended to keep track of.

They talk about the upcoming album, the concert and the possibility of working together for the fan goods.

“A No Love Okcat sounds like a good idea” Taecyeon offers, voicing out some ideas of what they could possibly come up with. Of the possibility of him adding it to his official line in the future if it did well.

MinJun only adds a comment when it’s necessary, instead he goes back and forth between paying attention to the road to staring at Taecyeon’s face in the dim light cast by the street lights. He finds that he likes this side of Taecyeon. The part time business man, who had so many ideas it made MinJun wonder how his head didn’t explode.

When they reach Taecyeon’s home MinJun felt like he wasn’t ready to let go, not yet, and asked about the drama filming. When did it start? Was he excited? Worry? He shouldn’t be. He would do great. He would give it his best.

“And if you suck, then just quit acting and dedicate yourself to selling ugly green cats” MinJun said jokingly earning a not so gentle shoved from Taecyeon.

“Yah!” He exclaims when he hit the door a bit harder than expected, but Taecyeon didn’t apologize. He opens the door instead, a grin on his face.

“Serves you right”

“Brute”

“Weakling”

Taecyeon had one foot out of the car, the other still in and MinJun waited, making a big deal of rubbing his arm and mumbling things about bruises and payback. Eventually he glances at Taecyeon, and notices him staring at the dashboard intently, hesitating before he turns around and faces MinJun, the same confident expression he usually saves for interviews plaster on his face.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

He asks and MinJun shrugs, thinking for a second. Did he have anything planned?

“I think I have a meeting with the cast of the musical, weh?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it” Taecyeon quickly adds and fully gets out of the car. He waves goodbye, and MinJun waves back. Waiting until the other was safely inside the building before taking off.

That night MinJun picks up his composition notebook once more.

This time he finishes the first stanza to a brand new song.

V.

Life only becomes more confusing from that point on.

They gather to review the songs for their upcoming album. The release is still months away, but waiting for the last minute to prepare is never an option.

A few things had happened since. Like a particular dream, or dreams, he may or may not have had about, or is it with, Taecyeon. Dreams that he didn’t dare tell even to his dead father. He couldn’t risk those getting out, and if he ever dare shared them with anyone during a weak, or drunk, moment he would surely have to kill himself after the fact.

He tries not to think about it as Taecyeon takes a seat across from him, listening intently as the unedited version of No Love plays in the recording room.

“So you write a song like that for Khunnie, and then something like this for you?”

Junho says getting the attention of everyone in the room. He tks, approaches MinJun, and puts a hand on the elder’s shoulder.

“What? Is it bad?” MinJun asks, a bit wary. He turns to look at Junho, ready to defend his work if necessary.

“Is not that hyung” Junho says, sighing “Is just so… Heart braking”

“That was the intention you punk” MinJun tells him, ignoring the sounds of laughter coming from the other members, and raises his hand intending to hit Junho.

“Yeah, hyung, but you are really a cheerful person. Look at the song you gave Khun! You should sing sometime like that as well” Junho quickly adds, backing away before MinJun has a chance to hit him.

“Don’t forget he wrote that one thinking of Khunie!” Wooyoung added, Chansung’s burst of laugher earning a few chuckles from the other

“Actually, I was in a café with Taecyeon when I got the idea for the song” MinJun says defensively, this time no one is laughing, at first. Taecyeon is watching him, that strange look in his eyes again and the hint of a smile in his lips. Wooyoung clears his throat, looks at the two and suppresses a smile.

“Well, that makes sense, then. Moving on”

He says, and this time Nichkhun joins in and laughs. Says something about been used as an excuse, and Junho and Chansung look on confused, the former doesn't seem pleased at being left out of the joke.

“I think you are wrong though, Junho” Taecyeon says and MinJun looks away, trying to find something else to occupy his attention with “More than heartbreak the song seems like a man that has known love, good and bad, and that knows how to appreciate it. I think it fits”

“Ahhh so deep!” Chansung jokes, MinJun chokes on his saliva and Junho murmurs a very sarcastic “daebak”.

“Our MinJun has had plenty of experience with bad love, while our poor, nuneo is still naïve to the ways of the wounded heart.” Wooyoung adds, holding a piece of paper which Junho quickly snatches away.

“I'm waiting for your reply… Are you still angry...The sun is already rising” Wooyoung reads out loud before Junho safely retrieves the sheet, and gives him a well-placed kick on the shin. Wooyoung complains, rubbing his leg, only now he looks like he's out for revenge.

“What’s wrong with the lyrics?!” Junho retaliates.

“They sound like a high school boy with a crush!” Wooyoung says in a matter of fact tone and Junho’s eyes get even smaller, he gets ready to argue and MinJun shakes his head. The friendly banter goes on, Wooyoung is in the mood to tease and Junho is easy prey. Wooyoung says sometimes along the lines of a high school boy with a crush on his foreigner hyung and then it all goes to hell from there.

MinJun is laughing, he can’t help himself, and for a second his eyes wander to Taecyeon. He’s watching the young ones banter, a look of amusement in his face. There’s this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he can’t quite translate into words. He had never told anyone the meaning behind this particular song, only that it took him a while to finish. That it was the meaning behind his No Love catch phrase. Still, he never when deeper than that, never expected anyone to get it. Really get it.

“Taecyeonah, ” he says after a while, not giving himself much time to think it over. “Let’s go pick up some food and give these kids some time to settle down”

Wooyoung and Khun exchange knowing glances which MinJun ignores, Chansung immediately gives his request. Junho is the only one that questions MinJun’s intention, asking why they don’t just order in or ask one of the staff to go get it. He gets pulled into a headlock by Nichkhun, who tells him to just shut it and write down what he wants.

They decide to walk. The weather is still nice, late autumn, winter not quite making life unbearable yet, and MinJun lets his mind wander off. He’s watching the leaves fall off the trees, wishes he wasn’t in the city. Where the closest to the trees they got were the ones the city put in the sidewalks for decoration. Still, even Seoul with its busy life couldn’t take away from the beauty of the season.

They walk past a group of girls who seem to recognize them and they wave politely, Taecyeon hiding most of his face under the cap he slip on before going out.

“You know they still know it’s you, even if you hide your face”

“You are not helping either. Really, you couldn’t wear anything brighter?” Taecyeon accuses, tugging at the sleeve of MinJun’s jacket. An animal print hoodie that MinJun is actually quite fond of.

“What’s wrong with my jacket?” He questions, offended by the comment.

“You wear things like that, people call you Fashionista. Let me wear the same jacket and let’s see the amount of articles criticizing my lack of fashion taste that come out tomorrow”

They share a laugh, both acknowledging the truth of the statement, Taecyeon punching MinJun’s shoulder when the older wouldn’t stop laughing.

The restaurant is only a few blocks away and they make it there in no time. They approach the counter, and MinJun doesn’t question when Taecyeon makes two separate orders. One to be delivered to the boys back at the agency and the other for them to share.

“Is not like we are in a hurry today anyway,” Taecyeon tells him, setting the utensils on the table, and MinJun simply shrugs. Is not like he was putting up a fight or questioning Teac’s intention, but he doesn’t say that he’s actually quite happy with the new arrangement.

They eat quietly for a while until MinJun decides to break the silence. He grabs Taec’s empty bowl and gives him another serving, clears his throats and decides this is as good a time as ever to ask.

"What you said earlier, about the song I mean, how did you come to that conclusion?"

Taecyeon looks up from his plate, a bit confused at first, but then quickly catches on, giving MinJun the simplest of answers he could possibly have.

"Don't know. I guess I just know the way you think. Why was I wrong? "

No, he wasn't, but MinJun doesn't say it. Instead, he points to Taecyeon's face, where he had managed to dirty the corner of his lip with a bit of sauce. Taecyeon's tongue comes out and laps at it, missing it by an inch each time, and MinJun chooses to take matters into his own hand. He grabs a napkin, dabs it with a bit of water and leans forward.

"It's kind of scary that you can read me so well" He admits, tossing the napkin aside when Taecyeon's all clean.

"And it's sad that you are so bad at reading me."

MinJun tells him not to take it personal, he's just clueless like that sometimes, and puts a big chunk of meat in Taecyeon's plate. He doesn't want to miss the chance though, now that they are talking there has been something he had been meaning to ask. Something he had been curious about for a while now.

"So that person you said you were interested in..."

“What about it?”

He regrets asking as soon as the words leave his mouth. Judging from Taecyeon’s sudden change of expression and the way he pushes the plate away is obvious to MinJun that he shouldn’t have pry. Been in the same group does not entitle him the right to intrude on the other’s affair, regardless of how curious he may or may not be.

So what if he had lost a few hours of rest wondering about this phantom person. Taecyeon had all the right in the world to be with someone and MinJun no right to be just a bit bother by the situation.

“That person doesn’t know how I feel” Taecyeon says “I haven’t had the courage to say anything”

Minjun is at a loss for words. He doesn’t know what to say. Taecyeon looks lost, hurt, and it tugs at Minjun’s heart.

“It’s probably better this way,” he says, “Is not like we can actually keep a relationship”

“Is that what you really think?” Taecyeon asks, and Minjun nods. Mistaking the cynical smile on Taecyeon’s lips for one of understanding.

“Dating requires time and effort none of us can really afford to invest in anything but our careers right now, and besides,” he cradles his face in his hands, makes what he thinks is a cute expression, and Taecyeon fakes a gag. Smiling despite himself.

“Wouldn’t you want to show your pretty girlfriend around? You know that’s impossible for us. Unless of course you date one of the members in which case then you guys are free to wander off and partake on PDA to your heart’s content”

MinJun laughs at his own joke, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that Taecyeon isn’t laughing. Instead, he’s picking at the food he didn’t finish, moving a few pieces of onions aside, then mixing them again with the food. He does this 5 times before MinJun pulls the plate away.

“Your jokes are of bad taste today, MinJun” Taecyeon simply says and gets up from the table. “Come on, they are probably waiting for us”

MinJun follows Taecyeon out, feeling like he missed something. Again. He gets ready to stop Taecyeon and ask, but the other stops before he could do anything, his next words leaving MinJun more confuse than ever.

"And I told you already.Is not a girl I'm interested in"

They end up canceling the recording for that day. MinJun’s pitch was off, he just couldn’t seem to get into the song, and the scolding he received was nothing in comparison to the cold shoulder Taecyeon seemed intent on giving him since they had gotten back from the restaurant.

That night, sleep was out of the question.

He lies in bed, D ’Angelo’s Alright blasting through his headphones, his hand outstretched, tracing patterns in the air. Patterns to the music notes of a song that is not his. He doesn’t get it, but his well of inspiration seem to be dry up. It’s a feeling he's not used to. Something he doesn’t know how to deal with.

The last time he had written anything consistent had been after he had dropped Taecyeon off at home that one night, and even that had been left as a few sentences to something that could possibly be amazing, but that he just couldn’t tap into again.

That's Alright,

We may have a misunderstanding

That's okay.

D’ Angelo’s voice is soothing, easy on the ears and he lets it carry him away. He thinks. Thinks of the events of the day, of what happened with Taecyeon. He thinks he said something wrong. He knows he did, but he just doesn’t know what exactly.

Truthfully he was relief.

He would never admit it, not to anyone, and especially not to himself, but in his current half-asleep state his mind was not asking for permission to wander. It was easily getting passed the barriers he had created, divulging secrets he was keeping even from himself.

Secrets he had hoped to never have to acknowledge.

We'll be Alright

Cause all we have to do is just talk for a while

And if we don't see eye to eye,

At least we tried.

He would talk to Taecyeon tomorrow. He would find a solution to whatever it was that was going wrong between them. He would go to the studio and fix his problem with the current lack of inspiration as well.

He didn’t know what was wrong, but he would figure it out.

He was already drifting into unconsciousness when the song change, the words to ‘Can’t Hide Love’ the last thing he heard before drifting off into restless sleep.

You can't pretend there's nothing there

I look in your eyes, I see you care

So why not stop trying to run and hide

You won't find out, if you never try

♫ ♫

Part 2 Part 3

Not Alone (gen, Chansung-centric)

2014-02-12T12:05:07Z

Title: Not Alone
Characters: Chansung-centric, Chansung/everyone (gen, OT6)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~4,600
Summary: Five moments where Chansung acts like the maknae.

Silence can sometimes be a problem.

minjun/wooyoung: the sweetest thing

2014-01-31T03:46:11Z

Title: The Sweetest Thing
Characters/Pairings: OT6, Minjun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~5,400
Summary: It’s all a joke until they actually hear it.
Notes: Beware of crack and fluff overdose.

Junho wakes up one morning and there are dozens of chicks in the living room.

2PM Fic Challenge!

2014-01-30T17:13:27Z

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