[Fic: Vent]
Title: Vent
Group: Beast
Pairing: Junhyung-centric; implied Junhyung/Hongki
Genre: Band!Fic, Friendship, Crack
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Junhyung needs an outlet, Doojoon doesn't provide him that.
A/N: Another quick one-shot, trying to get into the sync of writing again, and it's becoming less difficult, but the quality is still a little dissatisfying. Comments are very much appreciated.
“Will you just shut up and listen to me vent?” Junhyung snapped, his patience wearing extremely thin. He didn’t want to deal with anything right now, the pressure on his chest felt overwhelming, much too painful for his own liking, and Doojoon wasn’t exactly being a good friend. “Fuck, is it that much to ask from you?”
Judging from Doojoon’s lack of retaliation, Junhyung thought that maybe for once, he would win the argument. Doojoon wasn’t always a bad friend, he was just a bad leader, painfully biased too.
It all started out nice, Junhyung slowly realizing the mutual attraction arising between the two of them.
He felt bad, he honestly did, when he had to ditch out on Yoseob’s birthday gathering because he wanted to see him that day. Yoseob understood him, because he was his best friend since they were trainees together.
He remembered the pictures they took together, each frame encompassing their growing comfort with one another. Every freeze frame captured another memory. It was really nice while it lasted.
“I’m not going to let you vent.” Junhyung opened his mouth, insults about to flood out. “I’m not going to give you things you want to hear.”
“You’re such a bastard, Yoon Doojoon.” Junhyung hissed, reaching for a pillow and chucking it at the other person.
“No, you just want attention, we all know that.” Doojoon continued breaking Junhyung’s mask. “Why else do you get so demanding and moody whenever shit happens, its because you want the attention, and you throwing your little tantrums get you what you want.”
Doojoon was right, Junhyung did want attention, and he needed all the attention he can get right now to get his mind off of him. Doojoon knew him well enough to thwart his plans, Junhyung already knew when he dismissed Hyunseung and Yoseob off to the nearby convenience store, claiming they needed some ramen. Bullshit. Yoseob would give him all the attention he craved, he loved Yoseob, and Hyunseung was there, physically, kind of, yeah it didn’t really matter, as long as Junhyung had an intended audience to listen to him complain.
“And if I continue this topic, about yeah, maybe you two shouldn’t have gone so fast, or maybe it’s his fault and not yours,” Doojoon continued, not holding back his words, “it’ll only fuel your need for attention, and the next thing you know, Kikwang will start crying about you picking on him.”
Junhyung folded his arms and slunk further into his makeshift barrier of blankets. Doojoon was right, he was always right. Fuck that bastard. The least he could do was leave a bit for Junhyung to sulk on. Every time, he was like this, Yoon fucking Doojoon was his mortal enemy, Yoon Doojoon never let him have his way. Doojoon always let Dongwoon off easily, or Yoseob for that matter, heck, he let everyone have their ways except him.
“You’re mature enough to deal with this, so do that.” Doojoon’s words burned against his skin, like a hot iron grilling fabric. Junhyung didn’t answer him, painfully defeated but equally unwilling to acknowledge it. Sneering, he turned so that his face was looking against the window.
“Calm down, okay?” Junhyung felt a jolt of pain on his forearm where Doojoon was pinching him. Shoving his leader away, he doesn’t want to admit the truth in the other man’s words.
“Come out when you’re okay, dinner will be there.” Doojoon merely patted him on the shoulder and left him in isolation.