pandemonium. or not?
For BEAST, their dorm was the place they ate, slept and lived. It was the place where they could completely forget about their idol image and simply be themselves. It was the place where they played, shared secrets, and poured out their innermost feelings. In a world where their every move and their behavior was watched and scrutinized by the public eye, their dorm was their sanctuary.
It was also in their dorm that utter pandemonium was currently happening. None of the members really knew how it all started, but somehow Doojoon was yelling, and Junhyung was yelling back. Hyunseung was all but shouting, almost begging them to stop fighting. His strong arms clung on tight onto one of Junhyung’s, ready to restrain the younger male if he suddenly got violent (because everyone knows who the most short-tempered one among the members is).
Yoseob was standing at the side with one of the younger members, one hand holding Kikwang’s in a comforting grip as the younger watched the chaos unfold in front of him with wide, glistening eyes. Yoseob had sent Dongwoon off to their bedroom and made sure to close the door. The maknae was only a year younger than he was, but he was still schooling, and had an important exam the next day. The nineteen-year-old didn’t need to witness two of his hyungs literally spitting fire at each other. But Yoseob doubted, at the volume of noise all of them were making, that Dongwoon didn’t know what was happening. He was probably sitting on his bunk bed, listening to the adults firing insults and spiteful words like it was a war in their living room.
The blonde looked slightly frantic as he tried to be heard over the din.
“Yaaahh! Yah! Why’re you fighting?! Stop it! Please!”
Yoseob’s plea fell on deaf ears as Doojoon and Junhyung continued shouting, their voices loud and reverberating across the walls of their dorm. Hyunseung glanced worriedly at the two younger boys, one looking ready to burst into tears and the other looking downright frightened. He wasn’t nicknamed Umma Hyunseung for no reason. He really felt somewhat responsible for the younger boys of BEAST. Although they were merely a few months apart in terms of age, he didn’t want them to see those two going at it like this. Kikwang and Yoseob seemed far too innocent and child-like.
It was during this momentary lapse of concentration on Hyunseung’s part that something in Junhyung snapped and he overturned the coffee table in a fit of rage, sending magazines, a coffee mug, and the remote controls flying in different directions, clattering across the wooden floor. Hyunseung stumbled back slightly as Junhyung had, in a burst of strength, flung his arms around, successfully ripping the ginger-haired man’s grip off his arm. He bit back a yelp as he accidentally stepped on a piece of broken porcelain.
Kikwang cringed and instinctively shuffled closer to Yoseob, seemingly almost like a small boy as he hid half of himself behind the older male. Kikwang loved fights, but he hated it when serious fights like these occurred among the members. He didn’t know how to handle it.
Yoseob felt the smaller boy’s hands tighten its grip on his shirt, and felt him press his face against his shoulder blade. The blonde almost couldn’t hear his muffled, “Please… stop fighting...”. Yang Yoseob knew he had to do something.
“YAH!” the main vocalist’s voice had cracked, for he had shouted too loudly too suddenly, but he could care less. At least it got everyone to shut the hell up.
Doojoon’s and Junhyung’s heads turned to face him, both facial expressions clearly indicating that they were in the midst of arguing very heatedly. Hyunseung was standing on one foot, the other dripping blood from where the piece of shattered porcelain had pierced his pale skin. He shot Yoseob a grateful look.
The blonde took in a shuddering breath; it sounded far too loud in the silence.
“Stop… Don’t fight.” The visual maknae suddenly felt very tired, and his sentence sounded barely above a whisper. For a moment, he looked older and wiser than his age.
Someone sniffled behind him, and Kikwang popped his head from behind Yoseob, showing his tear-streaked face. Almost instantaneously, both Doojoon’s and Junhyung’s faces softened, but the rapper’s eyebrows furrowed almost immediately after. The leader, forgetting about the argument momentarily, reached out for Kikwang, looking regretful and sorry.
“Kwangie…” he said, walking over to the younger male. Said boy wiped away his tears with the back of his hands, but it was futile. Because the moment Doojoon pulled the shorter boy in for a hug, muttering apologies into his ear, the waterworks just burst forth. The smaller boy held onto fistfuls of the back of Doojoon’s shirt as he sobbed and wailed into his strong chest.
“Mianhae, Kwangie. I’m sorry for making you cry like this. I’m such a horrible leader. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This won’t happen again. I’m so, so, sorry. Don’t cry anymore. Junhyungie and I aren’t fighting anymore, see? Shh. Don’t cry.”
Doojoon looked up and noticed Yoseob smiling at him, with tears at the corners of his eyes. The blonde found the scene just oh-so-sweet and touching, and he was glad that the rapper and the leader had finally stopped fighting.
“Come here, Seobie,” Doojoon said, gesturing for the blonde to join in the hug. He complied, wrapping his arms, as best as he could, around both Kikwang and Doojoon. But as it turned out, Doojoon had long-enough arms to hug the both of them but Yoseob didn’t, so Kikwang was stuck in a DooSeob sandwich.
Junhyung, on the other hand, was mad at himself for making Kikwang cry like that. He was so lost in his thoughts of self-hatred that he almost jumped when he heard a sigh somewhere behind him. He turned just in time to see Hyunseung lower himself slowly to the ground, his bleeding foot stretched out in front of him. The rapper’s frown deepened, and he walked away.
Hyunseung smiled wryly to himself, not looking up as he nursed his injured foot.
Junhyung really didn’t give a shit about him, huh?
“Yah. Seungie. Let me have a look at that.” And suddenly the short-tempered male was crouching down in front of him, first aid box in hand. Hyunseung looked on with something akin to admiration (and maybe just a tad bit of longing) as Junhyung tended to his wounded foot, frowning and tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.
The rapper had just put on the last bandage clip to secure the bandage wrapped around Hyunseung’s foot before he was grabbed by Yoseob and forcefully pulled into the group hug he, Doojoon and Kikwang had created. Junhyung had, in turn, pulled Hyunseung along with him (not as roughly as Yoseob had pulled him though. He was mindful of Hyunseung’s injury.) and the both of then were subsequently squashed by the other three members.
But of course, they were missing someone.
“Yah! Woonie maknae! Come out here!” hollered Doojoon.
Imagine the maknae’s shock when, a few seconds later, he came out of the bedroom only to see the living room in a condition worthy enough to be the aftermath of a war, and his hyungs standing in the middle of it all in an awkward-looking but sincere group hug. Yoseob had a gleeful grin on his face, whereas Hyunseung had a dreamy smile on his.
Well, he had to say that all of them looked pretty damn retarded like that. But he joined in anyway.