You're So Mean To Me! (KangTeuk fic)
Title: You're So Mean To Me! (2/?)
Author: elebabeh
Pairing: KangTeuk
Genre: -will edit-
Rating: PG?
Words: 1,014
Notes: --
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: Junsu is just your avrage nerd, minus the lovable, abusive bully.
Author's Note: -shot-
Junsu looks at the piano before him, and decides to play it while waiting for Youngwoon to wake up. He places his hands on it, playing a few notes before turning into a melody. It was hypnotizing, like a lullaby, and it made him sleepy just listening to it. He closes his eyes and lets his fingers play, and he whispers some words in some sort of song-like way.
“There’s no other person like you, and I can’t believe it’s true,
You’re just too precious to me, just too special, just too great, how can you love me?
I’d be happy if the world would end, even if we were just friends,
You’re just that special, a wonderful gift, my only angel, you make me happy…”
“I haven’t heard you sing, hyung,” Youngwoon’s voice says, and Junsu turns around to glare at the interruption. He frowns, obviously displeased at his appearance. “In a long while actually.” Youngwoon laughs, like he always does, in that menacing laugh of his.
“Well, good for you, ‘cause this is the only time you’ll hear me again.” Junsu spits, adding venom to his words as much as he cans. He approaches Youngwoon, looking over the scar he had given him. His eyes soften at it, and he looks worriedly at the pink-ish hue around the wound itself. “…Does it hurt?” He asks cautiously.
“I’ve had worse.” He says reassuringly, turning around to go back to his room. Junsu curses silently under his breath. Great way to ruin the mood, he thinks, and turns away to leave. He takes his bag and looks at the piano, smiling at it a bit.
He hears Youngwoon’s door open, and he looks up, a little hopeful of a, ‘I’m so sorry, Junsu. I never should have been mean to at all…’, but instead was presented with Youngwoon, looking as bored as ever.
“Do you hate me?” Youngwoon asks, and Junsu groans. The older of the two turns and leaves, hiding the stinging tears running down his face. Youngwoon stares at him and once he’s gone, turns to his own room, cursing his very being for being so stupid. “Of course you do, hyung… Of course you do…” He shouts, throwing the picture they had taken together two years ago.
Junsu walks briskly to his house, head high and chin up. He wouldn’t let a few tears ruin him, no, he was much better than that. And he wanted to prove it. So he enters his house, smiles at his brother, Hyukjae, and goes to his room, sitting down on the bed he once shared with the younger, more likeable Youngwoon.
But now wasn’t the time to think about the old days, when all they did was talk, eat, and pull jokes on each other. He won’t be thinking about the time where they slept over at his house, sharing the bed since Junsu absolutely refused to let Youngwoon sleep on the floor, or the time when Junsu dressed up as a girl for Christmas and somehow found him and Youngwoon under a certain red decorating.
Junsu cries. How he wanted to relive that Christmas moment, but alas he couldn’t. Youngwoon didn’t, no, doesn’t even know that he was the one he had kissed under the mistletoe. He doesn’t know that the girl he was fawning over was a boring, old geek, who did nothing but keep his grades up.
“Hyung…?” Junsu hears his brother say, coming into the bedroom. “Hyung, what happened?” He asks, and Junsu just continues to cry. He feels some weight on the edge of the bed, and he knows Hyukjae sat down on the bed beside him.
“He’s just… Just so stupid…” Junsu mutters, turning around to pull Hyukjae in his arms. He needed the hug more than ever, and Hyukjae knows. The younger hugs him back, sharing comforting words with him.
“Don’t worry, hyung, it’ll be fine.” Hyukjae tells him, and smiles. Junsu smiles back and wipes his tears away. Hyukjae nods after a while and leaves Junsu.
The older stares out the window once he’s gone, thinking maybe now would be a good time to think back through his and Youngwoon’s memories. He closes his eyes, picturing a playground, with him looking after some kids. He smiles a bit at that memory, remembering Youngwoon walking over that day, when they first see each other.
“Hey hyung!” Youngwoon shouts from the end of the playgrounds. Junsu looks up and smiles at him, unsure of who this man was, but sure enough he was nice. “I’m Youngwoon, remember? I’m one of Professer Soo Man-sshi’s volunteers for the dance.” Junsu looks him over and grins.
“Ah, Youngwoon ah. I’m Junsu, by the way. Park Junsu.” He says and stands up to shake Youngwoon’s hands. “What brings you here?” He asks kindly, turning to the children once more.
The kids run around, and the two notice them running after the kid with the ball. They share a chuckle, before Youngwoon replies. “I… I uh, wanted to see you actually. You know,” Youngwoon says, taking Junsu’s attention once again, “Become friends and you know.” Junsu laughs at this.
“I like that idea.” He says simply, and Youngwoon grins triumphantly. He sits down on the swing, and Youngwoon sits on the one beside him. “So, Youngwoon ah, what should we talk about today?”
“I don’t know.” He chuckles. Junsu smiles at this, and chuckles as well. “But my other friend’s holding a party tonight. You want to come? It’s going to be big.”
Junsu shakes his head. “No thanks, I’d rather stay home and do some homework. I don’t exactly fit in with party people, unless you count my birthday party.” He chuckles, knowing that his birthdays are far from parties.
Youngwoon scoffs and pulls Junsu up. “Come on, you’re coming whether you want to or not.” Junsu looks at Youngwoon, confused and nervous. He starts stammering some protests and tries to pull himself away. Youngwoon laughs and forces Junsu to tell him where his house is, so that the older could change.
Author: elebabeh
Pairing: KangTeuk
Genre: -will edit-
Rating: PG?
Words: 1,014
Notes: --
Disclaimer: I wish.
Summary: Junsu is just your avrage nerd, minus the lovable, abusive bully.
Author's Note: -shot-
Junsu looks at the piano before him, and decides to play it while waiting for Youngwoon to wake up. He places his hands on it, playing a few notes before turning into a melody. It was hypnotizing, like a lullaby, and it made him sleepy just listening to it. He closes his eyes and lets his fingers play, and he whispers some words in some sort of song-like way.
“There’s no other person like you, and I can’t believe it’s true,
You’re just too precious to me, just too special, just too great, how can you love me?
I’d be happy if the world would end, even if we were just friends,
You’re just that special, a wonderful gift, my only angel, you make me happy…”
“I haven’t heard you sing, hyung,” Youngwoon’s voice says, and Junsu turns around to glare at the interruption. He frowns, obviously displeased at his appearance. “In a long while actually.” Youngwoon laughs, like he always does, in that menacing laugh of his.
“Well, good for you, ‘cause this is the only time you’ll hear me again.” Junsu spits, adding venom to his words as much as he cans. He approaches Youngwoon, looking over the scar he had given him. His eyes soften at it, and he looks worriedly at the pink-ish hue around the wound itself. “…Does it hurt?” He asks cautiously.
“I’ve had worse.” He says reassuringly, turning around to go back to his room. Junsu curses silently under his breath. Great way to ruin the mood, he thinks, and turns away to leave. He takes his bag and looks at the piano, smiling at it a bit.
He hears Youngwoon’s door open, and he looks up, a little hopeful of a, ‘I’m so sorry, Junsu. I never should have been mean to at all…’, but instead was presented with Youngwoon, looking as bored as ever.
“Do you hate me?” Youngwoon asks, and Junsu groans. The older of the two turns and leaves, hiding the stinging tears running down his face. Youngwoon stares at him and once he’s gone, turns to his own room, cursing his very being for being so stupid. “Of course you do, hyung… Of course you do…” He shouts, throwing the picture they had taken together two years ago.
Junsu walks briskly to his house, head high and chin up. He wouldn’t let a few tears ruin him, no, he was much better than that. And he wanted to prove it. So he enters his house, smiles at his brother, Hyukjae, and goes to his room, sitting down on the bed he once shared with the younger, more likeable Youngwoon.
But now wasn’t the time to think about the old days, when all they did was talk, eat, and pull jokes on each other. He won’t be thinking about the time where they slept over at his house, sharing the bed since Junsu absolutely refused to let Youngwoon sleep on the floor, or the time when Junsu dressed up as a girl for Christmas and somehow found him and Youngwoon under a certain red decorating.
Junsu cries. How he wanted to relive that Christmas moment, but alas he couldn’t. Youngwoon didn’t, no, doesn’t even know that he was the one he had kissed under the mistletoe. He doesn’t know that the girl he was fawning over was a boring, old geek, who did nothing but keep his grades up.
“Hyung…?” Junsu hears his brother say, coming into the bedroom. “Hyung, what happened?” He asks, and Junsu just continues to cry. He feels some weight on the edge of the bed, and he knows Hyukjae sat down on the bed beside him.
“He’s just… Just so stupid…” Junsu mutters, turning around to pull Hyukjae in his arms. He needed the hug more than ever, and Hyukjae knows. The younger hugs him back, sharing comforting words with him.
“Don’t worry, hyung, it’ll be fine.” Hyukjae tells him, and smiles. Junsu smiles back and wipes his tears away. Hyukjae nods after a while and leaves Junsu.
The older stares out the window once he’s gone, thinking maybe now would be a good time to think back through his and Youngwoon’s memories. He closes his eyes, picturing a playground, with him looking after some kids. He smiles a bit at that memory, remembering Youngwoon walking over that day, when they first see each other.
“Hey hyung!” Youngwoon shouts from the end of the playgrounds. Junsu looks up and smiles at him, unsure of who this man was, but sure enough he was nice. “I’m Youngwoon, remember? I’m one of Professer Soo Man-sshi’s volunteers for the dance.” Junsu looks him over and grins.
“Ah, Youngwoon ah. I’m Junsu, by the way. Park Junsu.” He says and stands up to shake Youngwoon’s hands. “What brings you here?” He asks kindly, turning to the children once more.
The kids run around, and the two notice them running after the kid with the ball. They share a chuckle, before Youngwoon replies. “I… I uh, wanted to see you actually. You know,” Youngwoon says, taking Junsu’s attention once again, “Become friends and you know.” Junsu laughs at this.
“I like that idea.” He says simply, and Youngwoon grins triumphantly. He sits down on the swing, and Youngwoon sits on the one beside him. “So, Youngwoon ah, what should we talk about today?”
“I don’t know.” He chuckles. Junsu smiles at this, and chuckles as well. “But my other friend’s holding a party tonight. You want to come? It’s going to be big.”
Junsu shakes his head. “No thanks, I’d rather stay home and do some homework. I don’t exactly fit in with party people, unless you count my birthday party.” He chuckles, knowing that his birthdays are far from parties.
Youngwoon scoffs and pulls Junsu up. “Come on, you’re coming whether you want to or not.” Junsu looks at Youngwoon, confused and nervous. He starts stammering some protests and tries to pull himself away. Youngwoon laughs and forces Junsu to tell him where his house is, so that the older could change.