Personal Troubles (JunSeung drabble)
Title: Personal Troubles
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JunSeung, DooSeob, KiWoon
Summary: It's nothing personal.
A/N: So in light of all the recent, gorgeous, sexy 2Hyun, this is just my delusional fangirl take on how things went down. Also a feel-better-chin-up-happy fic for chibi_tenten. I love Hyuna, you guys, and I love her more when she's making Junhyung act like the stupid boy he is <3
In all honesty, Junhyung personally thinks he’s taking this rather well-he’s of the opinion that he’s handling this sort of situation exceptionally well and if there were an award for Understanding Boyfriend, he would probably be nominated and snag first place by a landslide. Personally, that’s how well he thinks he’s taking it.
“I don’t think you’re taking this very well,” Yoseob decides to say while they’re both sitting in the practice room, watching Hyunseung and Hyuna practice for MAMA (because BEAST are on a break during which Doojoon is taking Kikwang and Dongwoon to get food).
“Liar,” Junhyung says calmly, folding his arms. “You’re just pissed because I’m taking this better than how you took Doojoon’s ten-bajillion drama love lines.”
Yoseob stares at him for the time it takes for Hyunseung to re-demonstrate the last few steps to Hyuna, before the main vocalist chucks his bottle of water at Junhyung’s face (misses) and stomps out of the rom.
It’s understandable that Yoseob is jealous of Junhyung’s self-control and empathy with this type of thing because Junhyung knows that he has always been the epitome of self-control and understanding.
Dongwoon blinks. “What am I supposed to even do with these?” the maknae asks blankly, and holds up the bags.
The rapper shrugs, sneaking glances at the dorm door every few seconds to make sure that the others haven’t returned yet. “I don’t know,” he snaps. “Burn them. Or give them to Kikwangie.”
“I don’t think Kikwang-hyung and Hyuna have the same sock size,” Dongwoon says and Junhyung glares at him because if that’s actually sarcasm in the maknae’s voice, then that clearly means Doojoon needs to do a better job of raising Dongwoon.
“Then burn them,” Junhyung says irritably (hastily, because it’s getting late and Hyunseung might come home from practice). “Hyuna has too many socks, and we’re doing her a favor.”
Dongwoon sighs. “Hyung, how did you even get these from their dorm?”
Junhyung is the understanding one in this situation-personally, he doesn’t think that he should be held responsible if the other parties involved in the situation are provoking him. Especially if one of the involved parties are a little too young to be as understanding and mature as Junhyung is about this-it’s not that Junhyung holds that particular, young party responsible either. It’s just that he doesn’t think he himself should be responsible in the party’s stead for what may or may not happen.
“Hyunseungie-oppa’s body is really nice,” Hyuna says, smiling brightly as she takes a stand beside Junhyung in the practice room (huffing and puffing a little because she just got on a break from practice).
Junhyung’s eyes shoot into large circles.
Hyuna blinks, waving her hands in front of herself. “No,” she says quickly, “I mean-like-to touch.” She demonstrates by patting the air. “Like, in comparison to when you did Change with me.”
Junhyung’s eyes remain as large circles (because his body is fantastic just the way it is, thanks so much).
Hyuna’s smile falters a little. She pats Junhyung’s arm hesitantly-most likely in consolation.
Junhyung, personally, doesn’t feel very consoled.
Hyuna stops mid-turn as Jihyun calls her over to continue practice. “Oppa,” she says, suddenly, blinking at Junhyung again, “d’you think you could drive me to a store after practice tonight? Manager-oppa has to go to the office, but I really need to buy some socks before we go to Vegas.”
“Sure,” Junhyung says.
Conclusion:
“I just hope you know,” Hyunseung says as he pulls Junhyung against him (the dancer’s back against the wall and the rapper’s body pinning him to it) backstage once their performance and speech and ending is done and the others are taking off their suits, “that if you keep burning her stuff every time we have a performance, we’re going to have a problem.”
Junhyung shrugs, fingers curling into Hyunseung’s hips. “That’s okay. We need to buy our dongsaeng more age-appropriate stage-costumes anyway.”
“You burned her socks,” Hyunseung says with raised eyebrows.
“She had too many,” the rapper scowls because Hyunseung clearly doesn’t understand how understanding Junhyung is.
Hyunseung looks amused, and reaches up to gently pull Junhyung’s sunglasses from his face. The dancer slips them over his own eyes and grins at the rapper. “You’re being stupider than Yoseobie was with Doojoonie’s love lines, you know.”
“If he could’ve gotten on the set, Gain-noona and that other actress would have died,” Junhyung says defensively.
Hyunseung laughs, shaking his head so that the sunglasses fall just low enough for the dancer to peer playfully at Junhyung over the rim. “For your sake,” he says lightly, “just hope that Dongwoonie-like-cries or something when Kikwangie’s drama gets rolling.”
“He will,” Junhyung says firmly, leaning in and tilting his head. He feels Hyunseung’s mouth curve just as their lips begin to touch. “So,” he grins, “let’s try a real kiss, yeah?”
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JunSeung, DooSeob, KiWoon
Summary: It's nothing personal.
A/N: So in light of all the recent, gorgeous, sexy 2Hyun, this is just my delusional fangirl take on how things went down. Also a feel-better-chin-up-happy fic for chibi_tenten. I love Hyuna, you guys, and I love her more when she's making Junhyung act like the stupid boy he is <3
In all honesty, Junhyung personally thinks he’s taking this rather well-he’s of the opinion that he’s handling this sort of situation exceptionally well and if there were an award for Understanding Boyfriend, he would probably be nominated and snag first place by a landslide. Personally, that’s how well he thinks he’s taking it.
“I don’t think you’re taking this very well,” Yoseob decides to say while they’re both sitting in the practice room, watching Hyunseung and Hyuna practice for MAMA (because BEAST are on a break during which Doojoon is taking Kikwang and Dongwoon to get food).
“Liar,” Junhyung says calmly, folding his arms. “You’re just pissed because I’m taking this better than how you took Doojoon’s ten-bajillion drama love lines.”
Yoseob stares at him for the time it takes for Hyunseung to re-demonstrate the last few steps to Hyuna, before the main vocalist chucks his bottle of water at Junhyung’s face (misses) and stomps out of the rom.
It’s understandable that Yoseob is jealous of Junhyung’s self-control and empathy with this type of thing because Junhyung knows that he has always been the epitome of self-control and understanding.
Dongwoon blinks. “What am I supposed to even do with these?” the maknae asks blankly, and holds up the bags.
The rapper shrugs, sneaking glances at the dorm door every few seconds to make sure that the others haven’t returned yet. “I don’t know,” he snaps. “Burn them. Or give them to Kikwangie.”
“I don’t think Kikwang-hyung and Hyuna have the same sock size,” Dongwoon says and Junhyung glares at him because if that’s actually sarcasm in the maknae’s voice, then that clearly means Doojoon needs to do a better job of raising Dongwoon.
“Then burn them,” Junhyung says irritably (hastily, because it’s getting late and Hyunseung might come home from practice). “Hyuna has too many socks, and we’re doing her a favor.”
Dongwoon sighs. “Hyung, how did you even get these from their dorm?”
Junhyung is the understanding one in this situation-personally, he doesn’t think that he should be held responsible if the other parties involved in the situation are provoking him. Especially if one of the involved parties are a little too young to be as understanding and mature as Junhyung is about this-it’s not that Junhyung holds that particular, young party responsible either. It’s just that he doesn’t think he himself should be responsible in the party’s stead for what may or may not happen.
“Hyunseungie-oppa’s body is really nice,” Hyuna says, smiling brightly as she takes a stand beside Junhyung in the practice room (huffing and puffing a little because she just got on a break from practice).
Junhyung’s eyes shoot into large circles.
Hyuna blinks, waving her hands in front of herself. “No,” she says quickly, “I mean-like-to touch.” She demonstrates by patting the air. “Like, in comparison to when you did Change with me.”
Junhyung’s eyes remain as large circles (because his body is fantastic just the way it is, thanks so much).
Hyuna’s smile falters a little. She pats Junhyung’s arm hesitantly-most likely in consolation.
Junhyung, personally, doesn’t feel very consoled.
Hyuna stops mid-turn as Jihyun calls her over to continue practice. “Oppa,” she says, suddenly, blinking at Junhyung again, “d’you think you could drive me to a store after practice tonight? Manager-oppa has to go to the office, but I really need to buy some socks before we go to Vegas.”
“Sure,” Junhyung says.
Conclusion:
“I just hope you know,” Hyunseung says as he pulls Junhyung against him (the dancer’s back against the wall and the rapper’s body pinning him to it) backstage once their performance and speech and ending is done and the others are taking off their suits, “that if you keep burning her stuff every time we have a performance, we’re going to have a problem.”
Junhyung shrugs, fingers curling into Hyunseung’s hips. “That’s okay. We need to buy our dongsaeng more age-appropriate stage-costumes anyway.”
“You burned her socks,” Hyunseung says with raised eyebrows.
“She had too many,” the rapper scowls because Hyunseung clearly doesn’t understand how understanding Junhyung is.
Hyunseung looks amused, and reaches up to gently pull Junhyung’s sunglasses from his face. The dancer slips them over his own eyes and grins at the rapper. “You’re being stupider than Yoseobie was with Doojoonie’s love lines, you know.”
“If he could’ve gotten on the set, Gain-noona and that other actress would have died,” Junhyung says defensively.
Hyunseung laughs, shaking his head so that the sunglasses fall just low enough for the dancer to peer playfully at Junhyung over the rim. “For your sake,” he says lightly, “just hope that Dongwoonie-like-cries or something when Kikwangie’s drama gets rolling.”
“He will,” Junhyung says firmly, leaning in and tilting his head. He feels Hyunseung’s mouth curve just as their lips begin to touch. “So,” he grins, “let’s try a real kiss, yeah?”