[FIC: Next Time]
Title: Next Time
Fandom: SS501
Pairing:Hyunjoong/Kyujong
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Summary: Hyunjoong never says the right things
A/N: It's been, at least a good six months since I've written anything. It was painful, the process of writing this was utterly painful. For gween_taiyou , even though its so fucking terrible... OTL
It was coming again, an unavoidable side effect whenever Hyunjoong had excessive alcohol in his system. A part of his consciousness told him close his mouth while he still had a faint idea about what was coming out, told him that he needed to sleep it off so that everything would be settled beneath the layers of his thoughts. Hell, even when he was awake, filming some variety show, Hyunjoong rarely had control of what came out of his mouth, let alone when alcohol became significantly invovled.
“Kyu-ah...” Hyunjoong reached for his younger bandmate, the only other member still within an arms reach. It was always Kyujong who stayed with him, kept him company until the next morning. It was always like that. Youngsaeng was probably curled up in another room after getting lost on his way back, Jungmin sprawled up in the middle of a corridor, he probably couldn’t even make it back, and Hyungjun drooling on the countertop of the bar.
Another benefit of having the whole restaurant to themselves, Hyunjoong smiled softly, a quiet chuckle in the back of his throat, while his hand reached behind Kyujong’s neck, the pads of his fingers squeezing the tense muscles. They could do anything they wanted and no one would care. Sungjin never minded, as long as they attempted to clean up the place afterwards. He was such a good friend.
“What is it?” Kyujong inquired briefly, head drifting and nesting comfortably against Hyungjoong’s shoulder, his neck extending at the comfortable pressure. “Wh-what’s so funny...”
“Min, remember that time, he was sleeping, sleeping in the hallway,” It was coming, the mix of incoherence and absentmindedness building inside his throat. He looked down at the younger male, almost in his arms, and since when did Kyujong drape his other arm on waist.
“Mmm...” Kyujong’s muffled whimper died against Hyungjoong’s sweater.
“And, Saengie, remember how, how we found him un-under, under that table.” Hyunjoong trailed on, his fingers beginning to weave against the other boy’s hair.
“You talk too much...” Kyujong snarled as he reached for Hyunjoong’s face, pressing his weight forward until they collapsed on the padded seating of the wooden bench. “S-stop talking...”
“I don’t talk too much, what are you talking about.” Hyunjoong threw his head back, groaning when the back of his head met wood. “Jungmin talks too much, that boy doesn’t shut up, fuck, doesn’t he know that’s so fucking annoying...”
Fortunately, his monologue was halted by a shaky hand pressed right in front of his face, followed by a soft click. His phone was quivering in front of them, held up high by Kyujong, and when did Kyujong take his phone anyways. “Yah, what the fuck are you doing...”
Kyujong’s pout turned into a frown, the corners of his mouth falling lower and lower. His eyes gradually sank down, drowsy and glossy. The hand latched around his body began to unhinge itself, Hyunjoong immediately feeling the guilty backfire of his comment. Yeah, leave it up to him for lashing out at Kyujong, and leave it to Kyujong for actually taking it seriously and begin wallowing up in self pity. Jungmin never cared, Youngsaeng knows he doesn’t mean it, and Hyungjun thinks he’s too good to learn from others.
A shroud of silence dampened the air around them, nothing but the soft hefts of inhaling and exhaling of the two of them inside the once rowdy private room.
“Hey, I... I didn’t mean that...” Hyunjoong murmured softly, his fingers continuing to smother Kyujong’s dishevelled hair. “Kyu-ah...”
Mentally smacking himself after he heard the soft snoring, Hyunjoong carefully weaseled his cellphone from Kyujong’s hand, his mind offering enough clarity to remember that Kyujong was a fairly light sleeper. First using his hands to mute the phone, he flipped it open and stared at the picture that Kyujong had taken.
Hyunjoong looked like he was completely out of it, which was a fairly typical of him, his eyes staring aimlessly away from the camera. Trailing his eyes to the other character in the frame, Hyunjoong felt that lump in his throat lodge deeper against his chest.
His smile was gentle, a faint tinge of pink again his cheeks, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping soundly. Angelic and serene, he looked like an actual angel in the picture, an angel in his arms.
Feeling the impatient drowsiness dancing around him, Hyunjoong gave in, letting the darkness settle against his eyes as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Maybe next time he’d blurt out the right words...
Fandom: SS501
Pairing:Hyunjoong/Kyujong
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Summary: Hyunjoong never says the right things
A/N: It's been, at least a good six months since I've written anything. It was painful, the process of writing this was utterly painful. For gween_taiyou , even though its so fucking terrible... OTL
It was coming again, an unavoidable side effect whenever Hyunjoong had excessive alcohol in his system. A part of his consciousness told him close his mouth while he still had a faint idea about what was coming out, told him that he needed to sleep it off so that everything would be settled beneath the layers of his thoughts. Hell, even when he was awake, filming some variety show, Hyunjoong rarely had control of what came out of his mouth, let alone when alcohol became significantly invovled.
“Kyu-ah...” Hyunjoong reached for his younger bandmate, the only other member still within an arms reach. It was always Kyujong who stayed with him, kept him company until the next morning. It was always like that. Youngsaeng was probably curled up in another room after getting lost on his way back, Jungmin sprawled up in the middle of a corridor, he probably couldn’t even make it back, and Hyungjun drooling on the countertop of the bar.
Another benefit of having the whole restaurant to themselves, Hyunjoong smiled softly, a quiet chuckle in the back of his throat, while his hand reached behind Kyujong’s neck, the pads of his fingers squeezing the tense muscles. They could do anything they wanted and no one would care. Sungjin never minded, as long as they attempted to clean up the place afterwards. He was such a good friend.
“What is it?” Kyujong inquired briefly, head drifting and nesting comfortably against Hyungjoong’s shoulder, his neck extending at the comfortable pressure. “Wh-what’s so funny...”
“Min, remember that time, he was sleeping, sleeping in the hallway,” It was coming, the mix of incoherence and absentmindedness building inside his throat. He looked down at the younger male, almost in his arms, and since when did Kyujong drape his other arm on waist.
“Mmm...” Kyujong’s muffled whimper died against Hyungjoong’s sweater.
“And, Saengie, remember how, how we found him un-under, under that table.” Hyunjoong trailed on, his fingers beginning to weave against the other boy’s hair.
“You talk too much...” Kyujong snarled as he reached for Hyunjoong’s face, pressing his weight forward until they collapsed on the padded seating of the wooden bench. “S-stop talking...”
“I don’t talk too much, what are you talking about.” Hyunjoong threw his head back, groaning when the back of his head met wood. “Jungmin talks too much, that boy doesn’t shut up, fuck, doesn’t he know that’s so fucking annoying...”
Fortunately, his monologue was halted by a shaky hand pressed right in front of his face, followed by a soft click. His phone was quivering in front of them, held up high by Kyujong, and when did Kyujong take his phone anyways. “Yah, what the fuck are you doing...”
Kyujong’s pout turned into a frown, the corners of his mouth falling lower and lower. His eyes gradually sank down, drowsy and glossy. The hand latched around his body began to unhinge itself, Hyunjoong immediately feeling the guilty backfire of his comment. Yeah, leave it up to him for lashing out at Kyujong, and leave it to Kyujong for actually taking it seriously and begin wallowing up in self pity. Jungmin never cared, Youngsaeng knows he doesn’t mean it, and Hyungjun thinks he’s too good to learn from others.
A shroud of silence dampened the air around them, nothing but the soft hefts of inhaling and exhaling of the two of them inside the once rowdy private room.
“Hey, I... I didn’t mean that...” Hyunjoong murmured softly, his fingers continuing to smother Kyujong’s dishevelled hair. “Kyu-ah...”
Mentally smacking himself after he heard the soft snoring, Hyunjoong carefully weaseled his cellphone from Kyujong’s hand, his mind offering enough clarity to remember that Kyujong was a fairly light sleeper. First using his hands to mute the phone, he flipped it open and stared at the picture that Kyujong had taken.
Hyunjoong looked like he was completely out of it, which was a fairly typical of him, his eyes staring aimlessly away from the camera. Trailing his eyes to the other character in the frame, Hyunjoong felt that lump in his throat lodge deeper against his chest.
His smile was gentle, a faint tinge of pink again his cheeks, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping soundly. Angelic and serene, he looked like an actual angel in the picture, an angel in his arms.
Feeling the impatient drowsiness dancing around him, Hyunjoong gave in, letting the darkness settle against his eyes as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Maybe next time he’d blurt out the right words...