r.i.p {junsu/chansung}
r.i.p
junsu/chansung
post-apocalyptic au, angst ; r
incest, abuse, substance abuse
written for the prompt, "Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material - F. Scott Fitzgerald" at seoulfulness
“is everything ok?” eleven-year old chansung asks, grasping onto his brother’s hand, the gaps in between their fingers caked with mud and dust. his feet hurt from walking for two days straight, but he doesn’t want to complain. he doesn’t want to be annoying. his brother’s face already looks twisted and hardened, unlike the smiley and upbeat personality that he had always seen from him.
“yes,” junsu replies, taking another step. on his back, he carries a small bag that contains “all we will need for where we’re going”. chansung remembers seeing the money jar being broken, and separated from the broken glass, the contents filled up the bottom of the bag, forcing junsu to look through his bag for minutes on end to find out what he was looking for. there are also four t-shirts; two for junsu and two for chansung. they’ve cut the pants of their jeans, and now walk in their shorts.
“what about nickhun-hyung? what about our brothers back home?” chansung continues, making sure that his grasp on his brother’s hand is enough; that they cannot be separated by the strongest of forces. in the last few months, he has found himself even closer to him, even closer than junho, who he had thought had been his favourite brother for a very long time, now.
junsu sighs, looking up into the cloudless sky. “nickhun has done some bad things, chansung-ah, things that have broken up our family. i didn’t want you to be raised in a broken family.”
“what bad things? how is it so bad that our family is broken up? you can’t break up a family, can you hyung?” he sees junsu bite his cheek. junsu has been very quiet these days, chansung remembers. when nickhun and taecyeon yell at each other, or when wooyoung cries silently in the corner, or when junho ran away to cousin kwon’s place, the footsteps the only sound coming through the cracks of chansung’s bedroom door because everyone had disappeared, leaving the two youngest home, he was silent.
junsu sighs, “he has brought evil. you see, when jaebeom left, we were having a rocky time, remember?” chansung nods. he remembers their father pointing to the door and jaebeom walking through and never coming back, when kwon and his brothers had still lived in their house, before their sisters refused to come back home with their mother. chansung remembers cousin kwon crying for days, before gathering changmin, jinwoon and seulong, and finding a new place to live. he remembers their sisters being dragged away by their mother.
until it was the six brothers in the house, and a troubled father that clutched on the dream that his family, his big, grand family that he had brought together, could possibly work. but they were too different-no; they were too human, chansung decides.
“the rocky memories must have come back. people keep trying to find scapegoats, and so, you hope that you get another life, another chance, but some people won’t let you. that’s why taecyeon kept on screaming at him, because he wasn’t smartening up,” junsu continues, his voice melancholy, and chansung wants to squeeze his hand, but junsu burnt his palm yesterday when trying to make a fire, and it would probably hurt him.
“i told junho to leave,” junsu admits, and chansung’s eyes widen drastically at the knowledge. but it isn’t that much of a surprise-junsu had always been very defensive over junho, so much that junho stuck to him by instinct whenever taecyeon got mad, or when nickhun came home drunk, or when wooyoung was nowhere to be found, but chansung knew he was in the bathroom, hoping for a better ending. “and when he left, i knew that you were sad, and i knew i needed to be there for you.”
“why did you take me, then?” chansung asks, watching the sun dip behind the mountains ahead.
he hadn’t thought that they were so far away from life, but maybe since the big blackout, things might have been different, or maybe places that used to exist didn’t exist anymore. seoul could be so far away, or they could have passed it already-the ruins of a climbing society nowhere to be seen any longer since the demise of the world.
junsu stops walking, turning to face his little brother. with his free hand, he smiles, cupping chansung’s face. he leans in and kisses him on the forehead, holding chansung’s chin in place. “i love you, and i don’t want you to get hurt. that’s why.”
chansung blinks, looking down at the rocky earth beneath their feet, dry and cracked from the lack of rain. junsu made the meals, he helped his brothers with illnesses or wounds, he sometimes cleaned, and he kept track of the whole family. the very fabric since the family slowly fell apart. and he sacrificed the rest of the family for him-chansung.
it’s heavy on his chest and he closes his eyes, daring to dream that if he opened them, he might end up waking up from this broken, life-like dream.
“let’s continue,” junsu says, and chansung has to slip back in.
--
end.
a/n: prompt brought me in. i have a thing for umma!junsu so i wrote this, even if all i know from 2pm is a few shows where they're with 2am 'cause of my 2am babies.
a/n1: and 'father' is jyp, btw. out of all of the papas of companies, i love jyp the most.
a/n2: enjoyed? good!
junsu/chansung
post-apocalyptic au, angst ; r
incest, abuse, substance abuse
written for the prompt, "Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material - F. Scott Fitzgerald" at seoulfulness
“is everything ok?” eleven-year old chansung asks, grasping onto his brother’s hand, the gaps in between their fingers caked with mud and dust. his feet hurt from walking for two days straight, but he doesn’t want to complain. he doesn’t want to be annoying. his brother’s face already looks twisted and hardened, unlike the smiley and upbeat personality that he had always seen from him.
“yes,” junsu replies, taking another step. on his back, he carries a small bag that contains “all we will need for where we’re going”. chansung remembers seeing the money jar being broken, and separated from the broken glass, the contents filled up the bottom of the bag, forcing junsu to look through his bag for minutes on end to find out what he was looking for. there are also four t-shirts; two for junsu and two for chansung. they’ve cut the pants of their jeans, and now walk in their shorts.
“what about nickhun-hyung? what about our brothers back home?” chansung continues, making sure that his grasp on his brother’s hand is enough; that they cannot be separated by the strongest of forces. in the last few months, he has found himself even closer to him, even closer than junho, who he had thought had been his favourite brother for a very long time, now.
junsu sighs, looking up into the cloudless sky. “nickhun has done some bad things, chansung-ah, things that have broken up our family. i didn’t want you to be raised in a broken family.”
“what bad things? how is it so bad that our family is broken up? you can’t break up a family, can you hyung?” he sees junsu bite his cheek. junsu has been very quiet these days, chansung remembers. when nickhun and taecyeon yell at each other, or when wooyoung cries silently in the corner, or when junho ran away to cousin kwon’s place, the footsteps the only sound coming through the cracks of chansung’s bedroom door because everyone had disappeared, leaving the two youngest home, he was silent.
junsu sighs, “he has brought evil. you see, when jaebeom left, we were having a rocky time, remember?” chansung nods. he remembers their father pointing to the door and jaebeom walking through and never coming back, when kwon and his brothers had still lived in their house, before their sisters refused to come back home with their mother. chansung remembers cousin kwon crying for days, before gathering changmin, jinwoon and seulong, and finding a new place to live. he remembers their sisters being dragged away by their mother.
until it was the six brothers in the house, and a troubled father that clutched on the dream that his family, his big, grand family that he had brought together, could possibly work. but they were too different-no; they were too human, chansung decides.
“the rocky memories must have come back. people keep trying to find scapegoats, and so, you hope that you get another life, another chance, but some people won’t let you. that’s why taecyeon kept on screaming at him, because he wasn’t smartening up,” junsu continues, his voice melancholy, and chansung wants to squeeze his hand, but junsu burnt his palm yesterday when trying to make a fire, and it would probably hurt him.
“i told junho to leave,” junsu admits, and chansung’s eyes widen drastically at the knowledge. but it isn’t that much of a surprise-junsu had always been very defensive over junho, so much that junho stuck to him by instinct whenever taecyeon got mad, or when nickhun came home drunk, or when wooyoung was nowhere to be found, but chansung knew he was in the bathroom, hoping for a better ending. “and when he left, i knew that you were sad, and i knew i needed to be there for you.”
“why did you take me, then?” chansung asks, watching the sun dip behind the mountains ahead.
he hadn’t thought that they were so far away from life, but maybe since the big blackout, things might have been different, or maybe places that used to exist didn’t exist anymore. seoul could be so far away, or they could have passed it already-the ruins of a climbing society nowhere to be seen any longer since the demise of the world.
junsu stops walking, turning to face his little brother. with his free hand, he smiles, cupping chansung’s face. he leans in and kisses him on the forehead, holding chansung’s chin in place. “i love you, and i don’t want you to get hurt. that’s why.”
chansung blinks, looking down at the rocky earth beneath their feet, dry and cracked from the lack of rain. junsu made the meals, he helped his brothers with illnesses or wounds, he sometimes cleaned, and he kept track of the whole family. the very fabric since the family slowly fell apart. and he sacrificed the rest of the family for him-chansung.
it’s heavy on his chest and he closes his eyes, daring to dream that if he opened them, he might end up waking up from this broken, life-like dream.
“let’s continue,” junsu says, and chansung has to slip back in.
--
end.
a/n: prompt brought me in. i have a thing for umma!junsu so i wrote this, even if all i know from 2pm is a few shows where they're with 2am 'cause of my 2am babies.
a/n1: and 'father' is jyp, btw. out of all of the papas of companies, i love jyp the most.
a/n2: enjoyed? good!