a little bit of this and that
2pm drabbles
junho/junsu, junho/wooyoung, jaebum/wooyoung, taecyeon/sunmi
use somebody
junho/junsu
Junho was never one to speak his mind. He holds everything in: those words the choreographer hurled at him in a fit of anger because he couldn’t get the moves right, the hateful messages he came across on the internet that jab at his heart, the constant reminder that he’s only a small part of 2PM - without 2PM, his existence is a mere shadow. In the end, he doesn’t really matter. All these wounds, he leaves them open, hoping they would heal but it doesn’t take much for him to hurt. He doesn’t cry easily, but he lets his feelings show on his face. Everyone knows when to avoid him when he's in one of his moods.
Junho does not like to put the weight of his burden on another, so he piles them all on his shoulders instead, until he feels like he can’t walk anymore. When he’s tired he sits on the edge of the building, twelve stories high, and dangles his legs off the edge.
“I’m here, you know. Stop treating me as if I’m invisible and talk to me. Pour your troubles out to me. I’m here to listen, Lee Junho.”
Junho nearly misses a step when he looks back to see Junsu standing a few feet away.
dance, dance
junho/wooyoung
Wooyoung feels a little empty sometimes. He smiles but doesn’t really mean it and laughs only because he feels like it. His days are spent locked up in the practice room, perfecting his moves over and over again but he’s never satisfied. So he dance, dance, dance - dances until he feels the muscles in his legs strain, until his shirt is drenched in sweat, until his shoes chip at the heels. He dances to save his soul, desperate and helplessly reaching for someone to hold on to and --
“Hey, aren’t you tired?” He has Junho who would stop in by the practice room for a while, just to hand him a drink or a new shirt. Wooyoung shakes his head and gratefully accepts the drink. So Junho gets up on his feet, turns up the volume of the music and pulls Wooyoung up. Naturally, they let the music take control of their feet, hitting all the right moves in flawless synchronization. Wooyoung looks at Junho and smiles when the music comes to an end.
phone calls
jaebum/wooyoung
Jaebum calls Wooyoung sometimes, and he never fails to mess up the time zone. Wooyoung groans, voice thick with sleep and eyes barely opened as he mumbles on the phone, “Hyung, its 5AM here.” That would earn him one of Jaebum’s laughs and he imagines his eyes to crease into two thin lines as he scratches his head embarrassedly.
“Sorry. You know how bad I am at this time zone shit.”
“I know. What’s up, hyung? Are you okay?”
“Yeah... Yeah I’m fine, just wanted to check up on you guys. How’s life? Is everyone doing well? Is Taec really dating?”
“Ah hyung, you should just have said you missed us," Wooyoung laughs. "Everything is going good. We’re going to debut in Japan next year and no, Taec is not dating anyone.”
“Good... that’s good. Guess I’ll talk to you later? Take care, Wooyoung-ah. Don’t overwork yourself, okay? Sorry I called.”
“I’m glad you called. I miss you, hyung.”
A pause.
“Yeah...” Another pause.
“Yeah. Miss you too, little kid.”
tango
taecyeon/sunmi
inspired by this.
He can feel her shivering under his bold and fearless touch. He slides his arms around her waist and encloses his hand around hers, his other hand slowly, dangerously gliding up her side and resting right under her breast. He pushes and pulls her in fast twirls and turns, quick flicks of the foot. Taecyeon is perfectly in tune with the beat of the rhythm, movements swift. Sunmi moves with elegant grace and she shines in the spotlight, her purple dress shimmering with every step that she takes. While she is not as sharp as Sunye or charismatic as Yeeun, there is just something so sexy about the way that she moves.
They are naturally in sync with each other.
She can see the confidence burning in his eyes as he holds onto her, taking the lead. “2, 2, 3, 4,” Sunmi counts in her head, completely into it and off she goes in another twirl, falling right into his arms in an embrace. They hold it at there for a moment and the distance between them suddenly feels too close, too near a distance. Sunmi has her face in Taecyeon's chest and he has his arms wrapped around her, fingers across her spine, her body pushed up against his. She can feel the heat rising and spreading over her cheeks. It feels so hot all of a sudden.
“2, 2, 3, 4.” She goes back to counting the steps and tries to distract herself. Taecyeon lets go and Sunmi whirls away and back to him, their fingers still intertwined. She traces the contours of his face, slow and soft to the touch, avoiding eye contact.
The main part of the dance is here. “I’ll kick you if you let me fall,” she whispers in his ears, surprised when they turn bright red as soon as she said that.
But Taecyeon is Taecyeon and he replies, “Don’t worry. It’s probably you who will mess this up.” He chuckles, eyes teasing. Sunmi is clumsy and awkward and messy. She had nearly missed her balance at the fourth count during the last practice. Taecyeon remembers her sheepish smile as she mouthed a “Sorry” apologetically at the choreographer.
“Asshole.”
“You know it’s true,” Taecyeon smirks. "And you love this asshole."
junho/junsu, junho/wooyoung, jaebum/wooyoung, taecyeon/sunmi
use somebody
junho/junsu
Junho was never one to speak his mind. He holds everything in: those words the choreographer hurled at him in a fit of anger because he couldn’t get the moves right, the hateful messages he came across on the internet that jab at his heart, the constant reminder that he’s only a small part of 2PM - without 2PM, his existence is a mere shadow. In the end, he doesn’t really matter. All these wounds, he leaves them open, hoping they would heal but it doesn’t take much for him to hurt. He doesn’t cry easily, but he lets his feelings show on his face. Everyone knows when to avoid him when he's in one of his moods.
Junho does not like to put the weight of his burden on another, so he piles them all on his shoulders instead, until he feels like he can’t walk anymore. When he’s tired he sits on the edge of the building, twelve stories high, and dangles his legs off the edge.
“I’m here, you know. Stop treating me as if I’m invisible and talk to me. Pour your troubles out to me. I’m here to listen, Lee Junho.”
Junho nearly misses a step when he looks back to see Junsu standing a few feet away.
dance, dance
junho/wooyoung
Wooyoung feels a little empty sometimes. He smiles but doesn’t really mean it and laughs only because he feels like it. His days are spent locked up in the practice room, perfecting his moves over and over again but he’s never satisfied. So he dance, dance, dance - dances until he feels the muscles in his legs strain, until his shirt is drenched in sweat, until his shoes chip at the heels. He dances to save his soul, desperate and helplessly reaching for someone to hold on to and --
“Hey, aren’t you tired?” He has Junho who would stop in by the practice room for a while, just to hand him a drink or a new shirt. Wooyoung shakes his head and gratefully accepts the drink. So Junho gets up on his feet, turns up the volume of the music and pulls Wooyoung up. Naturally, they let the music take control of their feet, hitting all the right moves in flawless synchronization. Wooyoung looks at Junho and smiles when the music comes to an end.
phone calls
jaebum/wooyoung
Jaebum calls Wooyoung sometimes, and he never fails to mess up the time zone. Wooyoung groans, voice thick with sleep and eyes barely opened as he mumbles on the phone, “Hyung, its 5AM here.” That would earn him one of Jaebum’s laughs and he imagines his eyes to crease into two thin lines as he scratches his head embarrassedly.
“Sorry. You know how bad I am at this time zone shit.”
“I know. What’s up, hyung? Are you okay?”
“Yeah... Yeah I’m fine, just wanted to check up on you guys. How’s life? Is everyone doing well? Is Taec really dating?”
“Ah hyung, you should just have said you missed us," Wooyoung laughs. "Everything is going good. We’re going to debut in Japan next year and no, Taec is not dating anyone.”
“Good... that’s good. Guess I’ll talk to you later? Take care, Wooyoung-ah. Don’t overwork yourself, okay? Sorry I called.”
“I’m glad you called. I miss you, hyung.”
A pause.
“Yeah...” Another pause.
“Yeah. Miss you too, little kid.”
tango
taecyeon/sunmi
inspired by this.
He can feel her shivering under his bold and fearless touch. He slides his arms around her waist and encloses his hand around hers, his other hand slowly, dangerously gliding up her side and resting right under her breast. He pushes and pulls her in fast twirls and turns, quick flicks of the foot. Taecyeon is perfectly in tune with the beat of the rhythm, movements swift. Sunmi moves with elegant grace and she shines in the spotlight, her purple dress shimmering with every step that she takes. While she is not as sharp as Sunye or charismatic as Yeeun, there is just something so sexy about the way that she moves.
They are naturally in sync with each other.
She can see the confidence burning in his eyes as he holds onto her, taking the lead. “2, 2, 3, 4,” Sunmi counts in her head, completely into it and off she goes in another twirl, falling right into his arms in an embrace. They hold it at there for a moment and the distance between them suddenly feels too close, too near a distance. Sunmi has her face in Taecyeon's chest and he has his arms wrapped around her, fingers across her spine, her body pushed up against his. She can feel the heat rising and spreading over her cheeks. It feels so hot all of a sudden.
“2, 2, 3, 4.” She goes back to counting the steps and tries to distract herself. Taecyeon lets go and Sunmi whirls away and back to him, their fingers still intertwined. She traces the contours of his face, slow and soft to the touch, avoiding eye contact.
The main part of the dance is here. “I’ll kick you if you let me fall,” she whispers in his ears, surprised when they turn bright red as soon as she said that.
But Taecyeon is Taecyeon and he replies, “Don’t worry. It’s probably you who will mess this up.” He chuckles, eyes teasing. Sunmi is clumsy and awkward and messy. She had nearly missed her balance at the fourth count during the last practice. Taecyeon remembers her sheepish smile as she mouthed a “Sorry” apologetically at the choreographer.
“Asshole.”
“You know it’s true,” Taecyeon smirks. "And you love this asshole."