(eng) hosu - lullaby
Lullaby
hosu, pg, disgustingly cheesy, ~1000w
Thanks to the wonderful people who have commented my last post <3 and cookies to silent_twin for betaing this xD
Lullaby
The first time he saw him among the new trainees, Junsu had found him fascinating. This boy who had a strange accent and crooked teeth. Who could dance like a pro even though he hadn’t even begun the training. Junsu was the first one to speak to him. His name was Yunho, he quickly learned.
“Nice to meet you, Yunho.”
Despite the fact that Yunho was older, Junsu felt at ease with him. He was special, Yunho. Junsu didn’t know why but couldn’t help to give him his trust, even though he only knew him for some weeks. So when the oldest boy had had problems with his family, Junsu didn’t hesitate to invite him to stay at home. His mother was reluctant at first, but with Junho’s help, they convinced her to change her mind.
It was nice to have him around. During the night, they nuzzled in Junsu’s bed and told themselves stories about later, about their future careers - about children’s dreams they shared together without a shadow of doubt darkening their thoughts. Junsu always fell asleep before Yunho, and in the morning, Yunho was back in his sleeping bag on the floor. If he had actually slept in it, Junsu wasn’t so sure.
When they debuted as Dong Bang Shin Ki, it was like exploding from happiness. They were together - the only sad thing was that Eunhyuk wasn’t with them, and Junsu felt so guilty to leave him behind. He was having nightmares, dreaming about culpability and betrayal and saying I’m sorry - Yunho always hugged him and told him it was alright, playing softly with his hair. He had taken the habit of falling asleep with Yunho’s voice as a lullaby and the feel of his heartbeat against his cheek, soft, warm and reassuring. In the morning, Yunho was back in his own bed. It was the secret they shared, the two of them - for some time, anyway. It wasn’t possible to hide something for long to the people who were living with you.
Jaejoong smiled cryptically behind his hand and never talked about that. Yoochun threw them questioning stares - the boy from America wasn’t used to seeing guys becoming so close. Changmin was curious, but too respectful to say anything. Sometimes, Junsu slipped in his bed and held his hand to help him sleep, usually after a call from Changmin’s family who was far away and far too missed. Changmin was so young.
They quickly learned to adjust to each other. Jaejoong was becoming fond of Yoochun and Changmin, two boys looking so lost in this strange world of show business. They slept together, pushing their beds side by side to create another big one. Because Yunho was the leader, he looked after them night after night, surveying their room with softened eyes. Junsu felt jealous.
“If someday, you’ll have to choose between me and…?” He never finished his sentence, but Yunho understood. And couldn’t answer. It had broken Junsu’s heart. But it was his own fault, he mused, his own fault to dare ask this question. Yunho was always impartial in his decisions and couldn’t play favoritism. It would have been so unfair.
Months quickly fled and now Junsu was sleeping with Changmin, or with Yoochun. He got along well with the latter. The boy could easily make his laugh, and Junsu liked the way his voice was vibrating when he was telling him stories about America, voice filled with regrets and melancholy. Yoochun’s being was somewhat poetic - captivating.
When Junho called, he would always ask how Yunho and Eunhyuk were doing.
“How are they? Do you keep touch with Eunhyuk?” he asked from hundred of kilometers away, in their native city in Korea. Dong Bang Shin Ki was touring for the first time in Asia. It was the high life.
Sometimes, he missed Yunho’s warm body pressed against him and found himself sneaking into Changmin’s bed, who would never make him go away. But it wasn’t the same thing; Changmin was too tall, too skinny, and full of bony angles where there were muscles in Yunho. It was… unfair.
He fell ill during a winter, a year after their debut. He didn’t remember when he had felt this bad in all his life. A true nightmare. Then, without him knowing when, Yunho was here, holding his hand, murmuring words he couldn’t grasp in his feverish dreams. He was delirious; he saw Yunho’s face, Junho’s face - Yunho, Junho, he didn’t even know who was who anymore and was mumbling the two names in his fever. They were blocked in a small village for a shooting and there wasn’t a doctor for miles around. The others were panicked.
He didn’t remember what happened next. When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed, his bandmates at his bedside. Yoochun and Changmin were asleep at each side of his bed, using his legs as a pillow. Jaejoong was snoozing on a chair, and Yunho was nowhere to be seen. Later, he learned that it was Yunho who carried him all the way to the hospital. It was a warming thought.
“You mean a lot to me,” Yunho whispered to him the day he was released from the hospital. They were outside under the snow, and they laughed when Jaejoong yelled at them for that.
Yunho ignored Jaejoong and pressed a kiss on his lips. Junsu stopped breathing. He looked at Yunho, who had the stupidest grin he had ever seen on his face.
“Let’s sleep together tonight, ‘Su,” Yunho offered.
“Pervert,” Jaejoong scolded him.
And the oldest quickly made them go in the van, before Junsu could even answer yes.
hosu, pg, disgustingly cheesy, ~1000w
Thanks to the wonderful people who have commented my last post <3 and cookies to silent_twin for betaing this xD
Lullaby
The first time he saw him among the new trainees, Junsu had found him fascinating. This boy who had a strange accent and crooked teeth. Who could dance like a pro even though he hadn’t even begun the training. Junsu was the first one to speak to him. His name was Yunho, he quickly learned.
“Nice to meet you, Yunho.”
Despite the fact that Yunho was older, Junsu felt at ease with him. He was special, Yunho. Junsu didn’t know why but couldn’t help to give him his trust, even though he only knew him for some weeks. So when the oldest boy had had problems with his family, Junsu didn’t hesitate to invite him to stay at home. His mother was reluctant at first, but with Junho’s help, they convinced her to change her mind.
It was nice to have him around. During the night, they nuzzled in Junsu’s bed and told themselves stories about later, about their future careers - about children’s dreams they shared together without a shadow of doubt darkening their thoughts. Junsu always fell asleep before Yunho, and in the morning, Yunho was back in his sleeping bag on the floor. If he had actually slept in it, Junsu wasn’t so sure.
When they debuted as Dong Bang Shin Ki, it was like exploding from happiness. They were together - the only sad thing was that Eunhyuk wasn’t with them, and Junsu felt so guilty to leave him behind. He was having nightmares, dreaming about culpability and betrayal and saying I’m sorry - Yunho always hugged him and told him it was alright, playing softly with his hair. He had taken the habit of falling asleep with Yunho’s voice as a lullaby and the feel of his heartbeat against his cheek, soft, warm and reassuring. In the morning, Yunho was back in his own bed. It was the secret they shared, the two of them - for some time, anyway. It wasn’t possible to hide something for long to the people who were living with you.
Jaejoong smiled cryptically behind his hand and never talked about that. Yoochun threw them questioning stares - the boy from America wasn’t used to seeing guys becoming so close. Changmin was curious, but too respectful to say anything. Sometimes, Junsu slipped in his bed and held his hand to help him sleep, usually after a call from Changmin’s family who was far away and far too missed. Changmin was so young.
They quickly learned to adjust to each other. Jaejoong was becoming fond of Yoochun and Changmin, two boys looking so lost in this strange world of show business. They slept together, pushing their beds side by side to create another big one. Because Yunho was the leader, he looked after them night after night, surveying their room with softened eyes. Junsu felt jealous.
“If someday, you’ll have to choose between me and…?” He never finished his sentence, but Yunho understood. And couldn’t answer. It had broken Junsu’s heart. But it was his own fault, he mused, his own fault to dare ask this question. Yunho was always impartial in his decisions and couldn’t play favoritism. It would have been so unfair.
Months quickly fled and now Junsu was sleeping with Changmin, or with Yoochun. He got along well with the latter. The boy could easily make his laugh, and Junsu liked the way his voice was vibrating when he was telling him stories about America, voice filled with regrets and melancholy. Yoochun’s being was somewhat poetic - captivating.
When Junho called, he would always ask how Yunho and Eunhyuk were doing.
“How are they? Do you keep touch with Eunhyuk?” he asked from hundred of kilometers away, in their native city in Korea. Dong Bang Shin Ki was touring for the first time in Asia. It was the high life.
Sometimes, he missed Yunho’s warm body pressed against him and found himself sneaking into Changmin’s bed, who would never make him go away. But it wasn’t the same thing; Changmin was too tall, too skinny, and full of bony angles where there were muscles in Yunho. It was… unfair.
He fell ill during a winter, a year after their debut. He didn’t remember when he had felt this bad in all his life. A true nightmare. Then, without him knowing when, Yunho was here, holding his hand, murmuring words he couldn’t grasp in his feverish dreams. He was delirious; he saw Yunho’s face, Junho’s face - Yunho, Junho, he didn’t even know who was who anymore and was mumbling the two names in his fever. They were blocked in a small village for a shooting and there wasn’t a doctor for miles around. The others were panicked.
He didn’t remember what happened next. When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed, his bandmates at his bedside. Yoochun and Changmin were asleep at each side of his bed, using his legs as a pillow. Jaejoong was snoozing on a chair, and Yunho was nowhere to be seen. Later, he learned that it was Yunho who carried him all the way to the hospital. It was a warming thought.
“You mean a lot to me,” Yunho whispered to him the day he was released from the hospital. They were outside under the snow, and they laughed when Jaejoong yelled at them for that.
Yunho ignored Jaejoong and pressed a kiss on his lips. Junsu stopped breathing. He looked at Yunho, who had the stupidest grin he had ever seen on his face.
“Let’s sleep together tonight, ‘Su,” Yunho offered.
“Pervert,” Jaejoong scolded him.
And the oldest quickly made them go in the van, before Junsu could even answer yes.