° One More Medicated Peaceful Moment, JunSeung
One More Medicated Peaceful Moment (1/?)
BEAST ° eventual JunSeung, one-sided DooSeung
pg13 ° au ° 2274words ° not mine, not even a little bit
if you spend your days longing for things you can never have, you'll miss the ones you can
an: first chapter fic ever. felt inspired. hope it pans out.
It takes exactly ten seconds for Hyunseung to piece together the situation based on the piles of discarded clothing, the tipped over plant, and the heavy scent of really cheap cologne. His roommate brought home a friend. Again. And if the noises coming from behind his roommate's bedroom door are any indication of just how much neither of them care that Hyunseung is home, then he should consider himself lucky that they even made it into the bedroom at all. But he can't stay in the apartment as long as he can hear them through the walls. He makes a mental note of how he doesn't quite recognize the other voice coming from the next room, before shaking his head and heading right back out the front door.
It's cold in the hallway, almost freezing, but somehow the structure manages to keep some heat in, despite how cold it is outside. The hallways were never heated, at least not as long as he's lived there, and he wouldn't expect them to be anything short of uncomfortable now. Luckily, he's in his heaviest coat, so he settles himself down in the corner of the hallway across from their front door. He carefully removes his headphones from his bag and settles them on his head so he can hopefully drown out any noise still coming from within the apartment.
"Idiot," he mutters while throwing a nasty glare at the door, though he knows even before the word comes out of his mouth that he doesn't mean it. Quite the contrary.
He brings his knees up to his chest, folding his arms over them before settling his head down in the cocoon of his body. He tried to focus on the music blasting from his headphones. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, and sometimes he would be out there so long that his iPod would die and he would be stuck without a distraction.
He's in love with his roommate, has been since a few weeks after he moved in. And who could blame him? Doojoon is everything he ever wanted and more, but the problem lies entirely on the fact that Doojoon will always view Hyunseung as his best friend and roommate of three years, nothing more. Hyunseung could drop hints until he was blue in the face, and Doojoon would never catch on. It doesn't help that Hyunseung is painfully insecure of himself and will never be able to tell his roommate outright how he feels.
It was over before all the players even knew they were playing, he likes to say to himself in an attempt to feel better.
He doesn't know why he puts himself through it.
Junhyung is standing at the door to his own apartment, one down from where Hyunseung and Doojoon share their's. He's frozen in place, his hand out with his key, not quite reaching the knob. He watches the man in the corner of the hallway for a few moments before dropping his hand to his side again. It's not the first time he's seen Hyunseung out there. And you would have to be deaf not to pick up on what he's trying to avoid. Junhyung just doesn't understand why Hyunseung doesn't leave the building and do something with his time while trying to avoid the annoyingly loud sexual escapades of his roommate.
"Hey," he says quietly, trying to get the other's attention. When that doesn't work, he raises his voice, only to be met with silence again.
He groans to himself before striding over to where Hyunseung is seated, then leans down and tugs on one of the pads covering his ears.
Hyunseung's head shoots up, looking at his neighbor in surprise and curiosity. He recognizes him almost immediately, though he's still fishing around in his head to try to remember his name. He pulls the headphones off his head quickly before moving to stand.
Junhyung waits for Hyunseung to fix his coat before speaking again. "You know you don't have to stay out here, right?"
"What?" Hyunseung asks, confused.
Junhyung jerks his head toward the other's apartment door. "He's not the king of the world. You shouldn't let him throw you out."
"He doesn't throw me out," Hyunseung explains quietly.
"So you choose to sit out here in the cold while he takes over the apartment?" It's meant to be sarcastic, but when Hyunseung averts his gaze as if embarrassed, he knows he's figured it out without even trying. "Alright. Come on," he mutters, tugging at the material of Hyunseung's coat.
"What?" Hyunseung repeats, resisting as Junhyung starts pulling him away from the wall.
"I'm not going to be able to sleep knowing that you're out here. You can wait in my apartment," Junhyung offers, not looking back or stopping as he continues to pull his neighbor toward the other door.
It doesn't take much to convince Hyunseung that it makes more sense to wait in a warm apartment. It's not like he's leaving the building. So he lets Junhyung pull him along, fidgeting with his iPod to turn it off. He waits patiently while Junhyung unlocks his door. There is some level of excitement to it. He's lived there for three years and in all that time, he's never been in any of the other apartments. It wasn't that Junhyung was particularly unfriendly, they simply didn't speak except in passing.
Stepping into the apartment after his host, Hyunseung is met with a surprisingly clean living room. Although shaped exactly like his own, it feels warmer. The sound of the door shutting firmly shakes him from his wandering thoughts. He offers Junhyung a small smile as he moves to set his bag down by the couch. A letter on the side table catches his eye and he reads Junhyung's name off it. He smiles again in relief. At least he won't have to ask for his name.
"Hyunseung, right?"
Hyunseung looks up, nodding, though he feels bad that he couldn't remember the other's name himself. "Junhyung," he replies, pointing at him briefly.
Junhyung's face lights up with something close to a smile, though Hyunseung thinks it looks more like a wince. Maybe that's just how he smiles.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"What?" Hyunseung repeats again, but continues quickly so his neighbor doesn't think he's only capable of that one word. "Doojoon? No. He's not."
Junhyung looks the other over carefully, as though he's trying to figure out if he's telling the truth or not. He settles on it being the truth, then shrugs a shoulder as he makes his way into the kitchen. "I only have water," he announces, and although he's speaking in the loudest voice he can muster, Hyunseung has to strain to hear him. Hyunseung chalks it up to laziness on the other's part. "It's cold, but it's all I have," the younger man continues as he walks back into the living room with two bottles of the offered beverage.
Hyunseung, who is currently stripping himself of his winter outer wear, pauses with his hands full of scarf, then reaches out to take one of the bottles. "Thanks," he mutters to the floor, setting the bottle down on the couch so he can finish removing his coat.
"Have you tried telling him that he keeps the entire building awake?" Junhyung asks openly when he feels the silence between them has gone on long enough.
"No," Hyunseung answers quickly, too quickly, as he settles down in an unoccupied armchair. The fact that it's the furthest seat from the wall the apartment shares with his own doesn't go unnoticed by either of them. Perhaps if he hadn't made a show of walking around the other chair to get to this one, it could have gone over Junhyung's head.
"Do you hate him or something?"
"No." Another too-quick response.
"Are you afraid of him?"
"No."
Junhyung looks him over again, allowing for a brief pause before he continues his line of questioning. "Are you in love with him?"
Noise and water erupt from his guest, who was just taking a sip of his beverage. Hyunseung chokes for a moment before coughing and glancing up at Junhyung, surprised. "No. Of course not," he replies finally, using the sleeve of his shirt to mop up the water on his chin.
Junhyung smiles again, that strange wince-like smile that leaves Hyunseung feeling a little unsettled. He moves to the other armchair, settling into it with a sigh.
Hyunseung is staring into his bottle of water, not willing to take another sip until Junhyung speaks again, just in case another question like that comes up. He doesn't know why he's denying it, really. It's not like Junhyung is going to fly over to his apartment, throw open Doojoon's door and announce that Hyunseung is in love with him. Or maybe he would.
"Why, 'of course not'?" Junhyung finally asks, his question breaking halfway through with the sound of a plastic seal snapping as he opens his water bottle.
"He's my roommate," Hyunseung answers, then sips his water quickly.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"He's just my roommate," Hyunseung corrects himself, then sighs as he keeps his eyes locked on the bottle of water.
"Is that your choice or his?"
"Both," Hyunseung replies quickly, looking up at the other again. "Is that really important?"
"Not really. I just thought it was weird that we've lived next to each other for three years and I don't know anything more than your name, your roommate's name, the fact that you spend hours in the hall alone while he fucks more people than can fit in my living room, and that you're not allergic to water," he finishes, pointing at the bottle in Hyunseung's hands.
Hyunseung looks between the bottle and his host a few times before replacing the cap on it. It's a small distraction from the other bringing up Doojoon's floozy-like behavior. Whether or not it's true is irrelevant, because Hyunseung cares about him, and he doesn't want to hear his neighbor say that sort of thing about someone he knows hardly anything about. He rotates the cap around again, removing it, only to replace it a few moments later. He's fidgeting and he knows it, but does nothing to stop it.
Junhyung sighs, setting his own bottle on a side table. "Yong Junhyung."
Hyunseung looks up, momentarily confused before he realizes what the other said. "Jang Hyunseung."
"I'm twenty-one."
"So am I."
"There. I know more already."
"Do you really pay attention to how many people he brings home?" Hyunseung asked after a brief hesitation.
"It's hard not to. My bedroom shares a wall with his."
Hyunseung looks up at the other to find a somewhat disgusted expression on his face. He can understand the distaste, seeing as Junhyung and Doojoon aren't even friends. "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" Junhyung asks, shaking his head. "Or are you bringing home crowds, too?"
"No, I don't..." Hyunseung starts, then sighs quietly. "I don't do that."
"Then don't apologize for him."
"But he's-"
"... just a roommate," Junhyung finishes for him.
Hyunseung averts his gaze again. He's trying to decide whether or not to add 'is a nosy bastard' to the list of things he's learning about his neighbor.
"I don't do that, either."
"Do what?" Hyunseung asks, a hint of impatience in his voice.
"Party hard with half the city."
Hyunseung stands suddenly, so suddenly that his bottle falls to the floor. His fists clench firmly as he glares across the coffee table at his host. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"He's not... He's not like that."
Junhyung cocks an eyebrow in disbelief, his eyes shifting to the side when a rather timely thump sounds from the direction of the other's apartment. "Right."
"You don't know him. You have no right to judge him."
Junhyung rises to his feet slowly, careful not to take his eyes off of his guest. "I don't have to know him. Not when he's kind enough to share the full Doojoon Experience every time he's horny."
"I apologized for him," Hyunseung points out, his voice growing quieter by the word.
"It's not your place to apologize for him," Junhyung explains. "Not when he's just a roommate. Not when you have nothing to do with it."
"He's my best friend."
"I have one of those, too. Except he's not a jerk that ignores how I feel."
"You're a bastard," Hyunseung forces out between clenched teeth, leaning over to grab his things before starting toward the front door.
"I've been called worse," Junhyung admits with a short laugh, then sits back in his chair. "But who invited you into his apartment and who forced you out of your own?"
Hyunseung pauses at the door, staring at the frame for a while as he considers the other's words. What he's saying makes sense, of course, but it's hard to listen to bad things about someone you care about. "Are you trying to get me riled up on purpose?" he asks without turning.
"Maybe."
Hyunseung shifts where he's standing to glare at his neighbor. "You're not serious."
Junhyung grins again, that unsettling wince-like shadow of a smile that Hyunseung already can't stand.
"You're a bastard," Hyunseung repeats, though quieter and with far less conviction than he'd previously displayed.
"Sit," Junhyung instructs, nodding toward Hyunseung's vacated chair before he leans over to grab his phone out of his discarded coat. "I have a plan. It involves food. You'll forget about the jerk in no time."
"Don't call him that," Hyunseung replies, though he's already lowering his hand from the door.
"Sit," Junhyung tells him again as he's dialing.
Hyunseung moves back over to his chair and does just that.
BEAST ° eventual JunSeung, one-sided DooSeung
pg13 ° au ° 2274words ° not mine, not even a little bit
if you spend your days longing for things you can never have, you'll miss the ones you can
an: first chapter fic ever. felt inspired. hope it pans out.
It takes exactly ten seconds for Hyunseung to piece together the situation based on the piles of discarded clothing, the tipped over plant, and the heavy scent of really cheap cologne. His roommate brought home a friend. Again. And if the noises coming from behind his roommate's bedroom door are any indication of just how much neither of them care that Hyunseung is home, then he should consider himself lucky that they even made it into the bedroom at all. But he can't stay in the apartment as long as he can hear them through the walls. He makes a mental note of how he doesn't quite recognize the other voice coming from the next room, before shaking his head and heading right back out the front door.
It's cold in the hallway, almost freezing, but somehow the structure manages to keep some heat in, despite how cold it is outside. The hallways were never heated, at least not as long as he's lived there, and he wouldn't expect them to be anything short of uncomfortable now. Luckily, he's in his heaviest coat, so he settles himself down in the corner of the hallway across from their front door. He carefully removes his headphones from his bag and settles them on his head so he can hopefully drown out any noise still coming from within the apartment.
"Idiot," he mutters while throwing a nasty glare at the door, though he knows even before the word comes out of his mouth that he doesn't mean it. Quite the contrary.
He brings his knees up to his chest, folding his arms over them before settling his head down in the cocoon of his body. He tried to focus on the music blasting from his headphones. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, and sometimes he would be out there so long that his iPod would die and he would be stuck without a distraction.
He's in love with his roommate, has been since a few weeks after he moved in. And who could blame him? Doojoon is everything he ever wanted and more, but the problem lies entirely on the fact that Doojoon will always view Hyunseung as his best friend and roommate of three years, nothing more. Hyunseung could drop hints until he was blue in the face, and Doojoon would never catch on. It doesn't help that Hyunseung is painfully insecure of himself and will never be able to tell his roommate outright how he feels.
It was over before all the players even knew they were playing, he likes to say to himself in an attempt to feel better.
He doesn't know why he puts himself through it.
Junhyung is standing at the door to his own apartment, one down from where Hyunseung and Doojoon share their's. He's frozen in place, his hand out with his key, not quite reaching the knob. He watches the man in the corner of the hallway for a few moments before dropping his hand to his side again. It's not the first time he's seen Hyunseung out there. And you would have to be deaf not to pick up on what he's trying to avoid. Junhyung just doesn't understand why Hyunseung doesn't leave the building and do something with his time while trying to avoid the annoyingly loud sexual escapades of his roommate.
"Hey," he says quietly, trying to get the other's attention. When that doesn't work, he raises his voice, only to be met with silence again.
He groans to himself before striding over to where Hyunseung is seated, then leans down and tugs on one of the pads covering his ears.
Hyunseung's head shoots up, looking at his neighbor in surprise and curiosity. He recognizes him almost immediately, though he's still fishing around in his head to try to remember his name. He pulls the headphones off his head quickly before moving to stand.
Junhyung waits for Hyunseung to fix his coat before speaking again. "You know you don't have to stay out here, right?"
"What?" Hyunseung asks, confused.
Junhyung jerks his head toward the other's apartment door. "He's not the king of the world. You shouldn't let him throw you out."
"He doesn't throw me out," Hyunseung explains quietly.
"So you choose to sit out here in the cold while he takes over the apartment?" It's meant to be sarcastic, but when Hyunseung averts his gaze as if embarrassed, he knows he's figured it out without even trying. "Alright. Come on," he mutters, tugging at the material of Hyunseung's coat.
"What?" Hyunseung repeats, resisting as Junhyung starts pulling him away from the wall.
"I'm not going to be able to sleep knowing that you're out here. You can wait in my apartment," Junhyung offers, not looking back or stopping as he continues to pull his neighbor toward the other door.
It doesn't take much to convince Hyunseung that it makes more sense to wait in a warm apartment. It's not like he's leaving the building. So he lets Junhyung pull him along, fidgeting with his iPod to turn it off. He waits patiently while Junhyung unlocks his door. There is some level of excitement to it. He's lived there for three years and in all that time, he's never been in any of the other apartments. It wasn't that Junhyung was particularly unfriendly, they simply didn't speak except in passing.
Stepping into the apartment after his host, Hyunseung is met with a surprisingly clean living room. Although shaped exactly like his own, it feels warmer. The sound of the door shutting firmly shakes him from his wandering thoughts. He offers Junhyung a small smile as he moves to set his bag down by the couch. A letter on the side table catches his eye and he reads Junhyung's name off it. He smiles again in relief. At least he won't have to ask for his name.
"Hyunseung, right?"
Hyunseung looks up, nodding, though he feels bad that he couldn't remember the other's name himself. "Junhyung," he replies, pointing at him briefly.
Junhyung's face lights up with something close to a smile, though Hyunseung thinks it looks more like a wince. Maybe that's just how he smiles.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"What?" Hyunseung repeats again, but continues quickly so his neighbor doesn't think he's only capable of that one word. "Doojoon? No. He's not."
Junhyung looks the other over carefully, as though he's trying to figure out if he's telling the truth or not. He settles on it being the truth, then shrugs a shoulder as he makes his way into the kitchen. "I only have water," he announces, and although he's speaking in the loudest voice he can muster, Hyunseung has to strain to hear him. Hyunseung chalks it up to laziness on the other's part. "It's cold, but it's all I have," the younger man continues as he walks back into the living room with two bottles of the offered beverage.
Hyunseung, who is currently stripping himself of his winter outer wear, pauses with his hands full of scarf, then reaches out to take one of the bottles. "Thanks," he mutters to the floor, setting the bottle down on the couch so he can finish removing his coat.
"Have you tried telling him that he keeps the entire building awake?" Junhyung asks openly when he feels the silence between them has gone on long enough.
"No," Hyunseung answers quickly, too quickly, as he settles down in an unoccupied armchair. The fact that it's the furthest seat from the wall the apartment shares with his own doesn't go unnoticed by either of them. Perhaps if he hadn't made a show of walking around the other chair to get to this one, it could have gone over Junhyung's head.
"Do you hate him or something?"
"No." Another too-quick response.
"Are you afraid of him?"
"No."
Junhyung looks him over again, allowing for a brief pause before he continues his line of questioning. "Are you in love with him?"
Noise and water erupt from his guest, who was just taking a sip of his beverage. Hyunseung chokes for a moment before coughing and glancing up at Junhyung, surprised. "No. Of course not," he replies finally, using the sleeve of his shirt to mop up the water on his chin.
Junhyung smiles again, that strange wince-like smile that leaves Hyunseung feeling a little unsettled. He moves to the other armchair, settling into it with a sigh.
Hyunseung is staring into his bottle of water, not willing to take another sip until Junhyung speaks again, just in case another question like that comes up. He doesn't know why he's denying it, really. It's not like Junhyung is going to fly over to his apartment, throw open Doojoon's door and announce that Hyunseung is in love with him. Or maybe he would.
"Why, 'of course not'?" Junhyung finally asks, his question breaking halfway through with the sound of a plastic seal snapping as he opens his water bottle.
"He's my roommate," Hyunseung answers, then sips his water quickly.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"He's just my roommate," Hyunseung corrects himself, then sighs as he keeps his eyes locked on the bottle of water.
"Is that your choice or his?"
"Both," Hyunseung replies quickly, looking up at the other again. "Is that really important?"
"Not really. I just thought it was weird that we've lived next to each other for three years and I don't know anything more than your name, your roommate's name, the fact that you spend hours in the hall alone while he fucks more people than can fit in my living room, and that you're not allergic to water," he finishes, pointing at the bottle in Hyunseung's hands.
Hyunseung looks between the bottle and his host a few times before replacing the cap on it. It's a small distraction from the other bringing up Doojoon's floozy-like behavior. Whether or not it's true is irrelevant, because Hyunseung cares about him, and he doesn't want to hear his neighbor say that sort of thing about someone he knows hardly anything about. He rotates the cap around again, removing it, only to replace it a few moments later. He's fidgeting and he knows it, but does nothing to stop it.
Junhyung sighs, setting his own bottle on a side table. "Yong Junhyung."
Hyunseung looks up, momentarily confused before he realizes what the other said. "Jang Hyunseung."
"I'm twenty-one."
"So am I."
"There. I know more already."
"Do you really pay attention to how many people he brings home?" Hyunseung asked after a brief hesitation.
"It's hard not to. My bedroom shares a wall with his."
Hyunseung looks up at the other to find a somewhat disgusted expression on his face. He can understand the distaste, seeing as Junhyung and Doojoon aren't even friends. "I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?" Junhyung asks, shaking his head. "Or are you bringing home crowds, too?"
"No, I don't..." Hyunseung starts, then sighs quietly. "I don't do that."
"Then don't apologize for him."
"But he's-"
"... just a roommate," Junhyung finishes for him.
Hyunseung averts his gaze again. He's trying to decide whether or not to add 'is a nosy bastard' to the list of things he's learning about his neighbor.
"I don't do that, either."
"Do what?" Hyunseung asks, a hint of impatience in his voice.
"Party hard with half the city."
Hyunseung stands suddenly, so suddenly that his bottle falls to the floor. His fists clench firmly as he glares across the coffee table at his host. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"He's not... He's not like that."
Junhyung cocks an eyebrow in disbelief, his eyes shifting to the side when a rather timely thump sounds from the direction of the other's apartment. "Right."
"You don't know him. You have no right to judge him."
Junhyung rises to his feet slowly, careful not to take his eyes off of his guest. "I don't have to know him. Not when he's kind enough to share the full Doojoon Experience every time he's horny."
"I apologized for him," Hyunseung points out, his voice growing quieter by the word.
"It's not your place to apologize for him," Junhyung explains. "Not when he's just a roommate. Not when you have nothing to do with it."
"He's my best friend."
"I have one of those, too. Except he's not a jerk that ignores how I feel."
"You're a bastard," Hyunseung forces out between clenched teeth, leaning over to grab his things before starting toward the front door.
"I've been called worse," Junhyung admits with a short laugh, then sits back in his chair. "But who invited you into his apartment and who forced you out of your own?"
Hyunseung pauses at the door, staring at the frame for a while as he considers the other's words. What he's saying makes sense, of course, but it's hard to listen to bad things about someone you care about. "Are you trying to get me riled up on purpose?" he asks without turning.
"Maybe."
Hyunseung shifts where he's standing to glare at his neighbor. "You're not serious."
Junhyung grins again, that unsettling wince-like shadow of a smile that Hyunseung already can't stand.
"You're a bastard," Hyunseung repeats, though quieter and with far less conviction than he'd previously displayed.
"Sit," Junhyung instructs, nodding toward Hyunseung's vacated chair before he leans over to grab his phone out of his discarded coat. "I have a plan. It involves food. You'll forget about the jerk in no time."
"Don't call him that," Hyunseung replies, though he's already lowering his hand from the door.
"Sit," Junhyung tells him again as he's dialing.
Hyunseung moves back over to his chair and does just that.