Color Scheme
Doojoon/Dongwoon (BEAST)
PG
~2000w
Doojoon and Dongwoon plan & go to the Homecoming Dance. (high school!au)
Dongwoon's my bias & Doowoon's my OTP, if that isn't obvious, haha.
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?" Doojoon's head looks up and turns to the right until he sees Dongwoon, looking confusedly at scraps of colored paper. The older moves (because he doesn't have anything to do for once) and goes to stand behind the junior. He cranes his neck over Dongwoon's-just barely because, for God's sake, Dongwoon's so tall-and props his face with difficulty over the younger one's right shoulder. Dongwoon jumps, bumping into his chin and he lets out a grunt that's half-amused and half-hurt; it's surprising that Dongwoon's still so startled every time he does this.
Doojoon looks down at Dongwoon's hands, holding four colored scraps of paper.
"I can't decide on the color scheme for Homecoming."
Doojoon blinks, then laughs. Leave it to him to get frustrated upon what colors he should choose for the dance-his voice is low and deep and weighed with indecision because it's my fault if I choose the wrong color, is what Doojoon thinks Dongwoon will say next. He's right, of course.
Doojoon both loves and hates this characterization of his; Dongwoon is a hard worker, but he agonizes over simple things and puts in too much effort, often so that he's stayed with Doojoon after school until 6 sometimes (he's not complaining per say, he's just concerned).
"Ah," he waves a dismissive hand, "just choose some colors that fit the theme."
The theme finally decided for the Homecoming Dance that year was Atlantis, after tremulous arguments between the treasurer and the rep. Hyunseung, the treasurer, opted for Egyptian, and Yoseob argued for Atlantis. (Yoseob sure packed a powerful punch despite his appearance, that was for sure.) Doojoon hadn't cared less, but as the well-respected President, the members had practically ordered him to decide.
Always with the soft spot for Yoseob, he had picked Atlantis. However, it seemed that the decision had come with a hard price-Hyunseung declared that since the leader hadn't sided with him, he would not help plan nor decorate.
Which left only he, Dongwoon, and a few others to pull the dance off. (Yoseob was never good at decorating.)
"But hyung," Dongwoon whined (he was particularly good at it), "What does that mean? Atlantis? Mermaids and treasure and all that, right?"
"Mhmm," the president nodded, "So choose blue and gold or something."
Dongwoon sputtered, then looked at the choices again. None had gold, though in his hands were marvelous hues of blue. He sighs heavily and sets the scraps of thick paper on the table.
Oh.
At the corner lays the color scheme he had forgotten about and oh, it's perfect. Dongwoon grabs it hurriedly as if he's in a grocery store and it's the last jar of kimchi in stock, beaming brightly.
"Hyung! This! Isn't it perfect?"
Doojoon had got back to work (apparently there was something urgent to do after all). The color scheme printed on stock paper was shoved in his face. Doojoon nods, not because of his thoughts on the color scheme, but because of how excited Dongwoon is, a smile gracing his face.
"Perfect, Woonie."
Dongwoon grins again, at the nickname this time, as Doojoon reaches up to ruffle his hair affectionately.
I helped plan it, so I might as well go, Dongwoon reasons to himself.
It's not exactly the motivation he needs but he's fixing up his tie anyways, hoping that his real motivation would be there too: his best friend, Doojoon.
"Motivation," he tells himself quietly, "is not because he's handsome or anything. Just to have fun."
He knows it's useless to tell himself things that he knows aren't true, but he can't help it because it calms his heart-this is a date, his heart says, and he disagrees only half-heartedly because it seems like one.
In truth, if you were looking at this in an outsider's perspective, Dongwoon has no date. It's okay though, because Doojoon doesn't either. It's amazing, he realizes, how many girls Doojoon had rejected (he ignores the little pang in his heart) just to keep the promise with him to go together. Call it a men's night out, he supposes. Then he laughs; it sounds ridiculous and a little pitiful.
"Woonie! Doojoon-ah's here!" His mother calls from below. He bellows out a response, then throws on his suit jacket and tells his heart to calm down (it doesn't listen) and runs a hand through his hair.
He stares for a moment at his ordinary brown hair and boring brown eyes. This'll have to do.
The seventeen-year-old scrambles down the stairs and to the door, grinning sloppily at his friend who is fixing his cufflinks.
"Hey, you look-" he catches himself and swallows loudly, "uh, good?"
Doojoon doesn't notice the slip-up and replies, "Yeah, you too."
His mother dotes on him and snaps a few pictures. She asks if Doojoon has a carnation with him, shooting knowing looks at the two. They blush equally red, but the redness surely looks horrid on his face compared to the way the flush spreads evenly upon Doojoon's cheekbones. After she embarrasses heavily (more so than she already had), she pushes them out the door, pinching their cheeks, and tells them to be careful and have fun.
They drive to the school with Doojoon's car, and after taking minutes to find a parking spot, they head over to the gymnasium, handing the bored-looking volunteer their tickets.
To the surprise of them both, Hyunseung had apologized to the two of them and thanked them for the hard work, assuring Dongwoon that the work had been done wonderfully. He then offered to do his duty at the dance instead of them, so that they would be able to go properly (with a wink). The two agreed happily-Dongwoon blushed heavily and Doojoon went on his business without suspicion.
Doojoon marveled at the lights, a mixture of blue and gold dancing on their heads in random spurts, and smiles at the decorations that they-he and Dongwoon-had made themselves. They start to walk, and it isn't awkward with no girls around (though other couples had shot the two looks, making Doojoon lift his hand to his face). The pair talked and hung out with different groups until they found their own little shindig with their usual friends: Yoseob, Kikwang, and Junhyung.
"Hey," Doojoon nudges the younger, "Want a drink?"
Dongwoon nods as an answer and Doojoon slips away to find the punch bowl.
"So..." Junhyung starts, "How's your date?"
Dongwoon gaps, color rushing to his face.
"H-Hyung! This isn't a date!" The mere thought (and he's thought it at least five times that night) sends his head flying.
"It seems like one," Yoseob leans, "He's getting you punch, see?"
"And you guys have been joined at the hips tonight. Seriously, I haven't seen you two separate until he went to get you punch," Kikwang smiles.
Dongwoon shakes his head, "He doesn't like me like that," he insists; why would he? If he had, wouldn't he have said something by now?
"Dongwoon, you're so dumb."
He's not even sure who said it but his head goes flying up anyways, his eyes meeting with his three friends staring at him. He voices his thoughts, "If it were a date, why hasn't he done anything? We're doing what we always do, it's nothing special-"
"Woonie, is that what you really think? Really?" Kikwang interrupts, a wrinkle settling between his brows. His eyes aren't shaped into a crescent anymore and the sparkle is gone, so Dongwoon knows that he's serious for once.
He also knows that yes, it was special. Who was he kidding? He knows that no, this was not the usual. It wasn't-and he's scared.
He's never liked anyone this much before, for so long, and God, he's probably in love. Shit, I'm definitely in love.
It was inevitable, but he never knew that it'd come to him so unexpectedly.
The three friends see the resigned look on the youngest's face and within a second they know that he's realized what they've known all along. Ever since the freaking 8th grade.
Doojoon returns later with the punch (which turns out to not be spiked, surprisingly).
"Here," he hands Dongwoon the cup; the subject of I'm-in-love-with-Doojoon dropped unspokenly between the four, turning the topic to school and college. The pair sip the liquid as they talk.
It feels like the group is hanging out normally (with the exception of Hyunseung, over in the corner handling Homecoming pictures) until a slow number comes on and a couple bumps into Dongwoon, pushing him into Doojoon. Doojoon stops speaking for a moment ("I might need to-") then looks around as couples pair up and start to dance.
Doojoon figures that maybe, just maybe, the punch really is spiked really unnoticeably, because he tugs at Dongwoon's sleeves, smiling.
"What is it, hyung?"
"Woonie, let's dance." The statement is simple, but Dongwoon's eyes are wide.
"B-But, it's a slow song. And we haven't danced at all tonight."
The tugging increases, "Then isn't it about time? C'mon, you and me." As Doojoon says this, the younger is being pulled to the dance floor, completely helpless. He sends a backwards glance to the group. Despite their confusion at first, the group catches on quickly and are currently winking suggestively at him. Kikwang's whisper-shouting, "Confess!" and Yoseob's laughing to himself. Dongwoon looks around only to see Hyunseung in the corner shooting him a thumbs up.
"Put your hand here," Doojoon guides the junior's hand to his shoulder, "and here," to his waist.
Dongwoon frowns just a bit, "Why are you leading? I'm taller."
"But I'm older and manlier and I can dance."
Dongwoon can't exactly argue with the logic. He only had his height to counter with.
Once they are in position, they sway their bodies to the slow beat and shift their feet clumsily, making sure not to step on each other (apparently other couples aren't doing so well in that department, judging by their cries of, "Ow, you stepped on my foot!"). Despite Doojoon leading, the president leans his head on Dongwoon's chest, closing his eyes.
The heartbeat is soothing, if a little quick (the thought of Dongwoon's heart beating for him makes him nervous). He draws in the musky smell of his cologne and grips the younger one a little bit tighter because he feels like he might fall (he's already fallen). Dongwoon smiles down at the shorter man and releases a happy sigh-it's perfect.
They don't realize when the song ends, and keep swaying, holding each other.
"...Hyung?" His tone is hesitant.
Doojoon lifts his head from the taller's chest. "Yeah, Dongwoon?"
They stare at each other, and for a moment, Dongwoon doesn't know what to say. He says what's on his mind: "I love you."
It's a whisper, but Doojoon heard it. But he wants a clarification because he did not just say that, did he? "Did you...?"
"I..."
"Woonie?"
He swallows. He hadn't realized that saying what was on his mind would cause him so much (heart) trouble and relinquishes a sigh. "I...Doojoon, yes. I-I love you."
Ohmygod, he said it. Doojoon's eyes are clear and a grin forms, bright and loving, and he pulls Dongwoon's head to meet his lips. The butterflies in his stomach are going crazy and his heart feels like it's about to burst, and holy shit, we're really kissing.
Moving his hands from Dongwoon's flushed cheeks, he slides his fingers to the neck as their tongues touch lightly. Dongwoon gasps and they pull apart, eyes glazed.
Without a word, they reconnect, Doojoon's tongue asking for permission by licking the chapped lips. They need air, they realize, separating again after a few minutes, before they really want to.
Doojoon's smiling and leans up to peck Dongwoon's lips again.
"I love you too," he whispers into Dongwoon's hair.
The moment's perfect, even though the song's changed and people are bumping into their sides and they smell sweat. It's perfect because they planned it together, unknowingly, from the first moment that Hyunseung had decided not to help.
I picked the perfect color scheme, Dongwoon smiles.
PG
~2000w
Doojoon and Dongwoon plan & go to the Homecoming Dance. (high school!au)
Dongwoon's my bias & Doowoon's my OTP, if that isn't obvious, haha.
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?" Doojoon's head looks up and turns to the right until he sees Dongwoon, looking confusedly at scraps of colored paper. The older moves (because he doesn't have anything to do for once) and goes to stand behind the junior. He cranes his neck over Dongwoon's-just barely because, for God's sake, Dongwoon's so tall-and props his face with difficulty over the younger one's right shoulder. Dongwoon jumps, bumping into his chin and he lets out a grunt that's half-amused and half-hurt; it's surprising that Dongwoon's still so startled every time he does this.
Doojoon looks down at Dongwoon's hands, holding four colored scraps of paper.
"I can't decide on the color scheme for Homecoming."
Doojoon blinks, then laughs. Leave it to him to get frustrated upon what colors he should choose for the dance-his voice is low and deep and weighed with indecision because it's my fault if I choose the wrong color, is what Doojoon thinks Dongwoon will say next. He's right, of course.
Doojoon both loves and hates this characterization of his; Dongwoon is a hard worker, but he agonizes over simple things and puts in too much effort, often so that he's stayed with Doojoon after school until 6 sometimes (he's not complaining per say, he's just concerned).
"Ah," he waves a dismissive hand, "just choose some colors that fit the theme."
The theme finally decided for the Homecoming Dance that year was Atlantis, after tremulous arguments between the treasurer and the rep. Hyunseung, the treasurer, opted for Egyptian, and Yoseob argued for Atlantis. (Yoseob sure packed a powerful punch despite his appearance, that was for sure.) Doojoon hadn't cared less, but as the well-respected President, the members had practically ordered him to decide.
Always with the soft spot for Yoseob, he had picked Atlantis. However, it seemed that the decision had come with a hard price-Hyunseung declared that since the leader hadn't sided with him, he would not help plan nor decorate.
Which left only he, Dongwoon, and a few others to pull the dance off. (Yoseob was never good at decorating.)
"But hyung," Dongwoon whined (he was particularly good at it), "What does that mean? Atlantis? Mermaids and treasure and all that, right?"
"Mhmm," the president nodded, "So choose blue and gold or something."
Dongwoon sputtered, then looked at the choices again. None had gold, though in his hands were marvelous hues of blue. He sighs heavily and sets the scraps of thick paper on the table.
Oh.
At the corner lays the color scheme he had forgotten about and oh, it's perfect. Dongwoon grabs it hurriedly as if he's in a grocery store and it's the last jar of kimchi in stock, beaming brightly.
"Hyung! This! Isn't it perfect?"
Doojoon had got back to work (apparently there was something urgent to do after all). The color scheme printed on stock paper was shoved in his face. Doojoon nods, not because of his thoughts on the color scheme, but because of how excited Dongwoon is, a smile gracing his face.
"Perfect, Woonie."
Dongwoon grins again, at the nickname this time, as Doojoon reaches up to ruffle his hair affectionately.
I helped plan it, so I might as well go, Dongwoon reasons to himself.
It's not exactly the motivation he needs but he's fixing up his tie anyways, hoping that his real motivation would be there too: his best friend, Doojoon.
"Motivation," he tells himself quietly, "is not because he's handsome or anything. Just to have fun."
He knows it's useless to tell himself things that he knows aren't true, but he can't help it because it calms his heart-this is a date, his heart says, and he disagrees only half-heartedly because it seems like one.
In truth, if you were looking at this in an outsider's perspective, Dongwoon has no date. It's okay though, because Doojoon doesn't either. It's amazing, he realizes, how many girls Doojoon had rejected (he ignores the little pang in his heart) just to keep the promise with him to go together. Call it a men's night out, he supposes. Then he laughs; it sounds ridiculous and a little pitiful.
"Woonie! Doojoon-ah's here!" His mother calls from below. He bellows out a response, then throws on his suit jacket and tells his heart to calm down (it doesn't listen) and runs a hand through his hair.
He stares for a moment at his ordinary brown hair and boring brown eyes. This'll have to do.
The seventeen-year-old scrambles down the stairs and to the door, grinning sloppily at his friend who is fixing his cufflinks.
"Hey, you look-" he catches himself and swallows loudly, "uh, good?"
Doojoon doesn't notice the slip-up and replies, "Yeah, you too."
His mother dotes on him and snaps a few pictures. She asks if Doojoon has a carnation with him, shooting knowing looks at the two. They blush equally red, but the redness surely looks horrid on his face compared to the way the flush spreads evenly upon Doojoon's cheekbones. After she embarrasses heavily (more so than she already had), she pushes them out the door, pinching their cheeks, and tells them to be careful and have fun.
They drive to the school with Doojoon's car, and after taking minutes to find a parking spot, they head over to the gymnasium, handing the bored-looking volunteer their tickets.
To the surprise of them both, Hyunseung had apologized to the two of them and thanked them for the hard work, assuring Dongwoon that the work had been done wonderfully. He then offered to do his duty at the dance instead of them, so that they would be able to go properly (with a wink). The two agreed happily-Dongwoon blushed heavily and Doojoon went on his business without suspicion.
Doojoon marveled at the lights, a mixture of blue and gold dancing on their heads in random spurts, and smiles at the decorations that they-he and Dongwoon-had made themselves. They start to walk, and it isn't awkward with no girls around (though other couples had shot the two looks, making Doojoon lift his hand to his face). The pair talked and hung out with different groups until they found their own little shindig with their usual friends: Yoseob, Kikwang, and Junhyung.
"Hey," Doojoon nudges the younger, "Want a drink?"
Dongwoon nods as an answer and Doojoon slips away to find the punch bowl.
"So..." Junhyung starts, "How's your date?"
Dongwoon gaps, color rushing to his face.
"H-Hyung! This isn't a date!" The mere thought (and he's thought it at least five times that night) sends his head flying.
"It seems like one," Yoseob leans, "He's getting you punch, see?"
"And you guys have been joined at the hips tonight. Seriously, I haven't seen you two separate until he went to get you punch," Kikwang smiles.
Dongwoon shakes his head, "He doesn't like me like that," he insists; why would he? If he had, wouldn't he have said something by now?
"Dongwoon, you're so dumb."
He's not even sure who said it but his head goes flying up anyways, his eyes meeting with his three friends staring at him. He voices his thoughts, "If it were a date, why hasn't he done anything? We're doing what we always do, it's nothing special-"
"Woonie, is that what you really think? Really?" Kikwang interrupts, a wrinkle settling between his brows. His eyes aren't shaped into a crescent anymore and the sparkle is gone, so Dongwoon knows that he's serious for once.
He also knows that yes, it was special. Who was he kidding? He knows that no, this was not the usual. It wasn't-and he's scared.
He's never liked anyone this much before, for so long, and God, he's probably in love. Shit, I'm definitely in love.
It was inevitable, but he never knew that it'd come to him so unexpectedly.
The three friends see the resigned look on the youngest's face and within a second they know that he's realized what they've known all along. Ever since the freaking 8th grade.
Doojoon returns later with the punch (which turns out to not be spiked, surprisingly).
"Here," he hands Dongwoon the cup; the subject of I'm-in-love-with-Doojoon dropped unspokenly between the four, turning the topic to school and college. The pair sip the liquid as they talk.
It feels like the group is hanging out normally (with the exception of Hyunseung, over in the corner handling Homecoming pictures) until a slow number comes on and a couple bumps into Dongwoon, pushing him into Doojoon. Doojoon stops speaking for a moment ("I might need to-") then looks around as couples pair up and start to dance.
Doojoon figures that maybe, just maybe, the punch really is spiked really unnoticeably, because he tugs at Dongwoon's sleeves, smiling.
"What is it, hyung?"
"Woonie, let's dance." The statement is simple, but Dongwoon's eyes are wide.
"B-But, it's a slow song. And we haven't danced at all tonight."
The tugging increases, "Then isn't it about time? C'mon, you and me." As Doojoon says this, the younger is being pulled to the dance floor, completely helpless. He sends a backwards glance to the group. Despite their confusion at first, the group catches on quickly and are currently winking suggestively at him. Kikwang's whisper-shouting, "Confess!" and Yoseob's laughing to himself. Dongwoon looks around only to see Hyunseung in the corner shooting him a thumbs up.
"Put your hand here," Doojoon guides the junior's hand to his shoulder, "and here," to his waist.
Dongwoon frowns just a bit, "Why are you leading? I'm taller."
"But I'm older and manlier and I can dance."
Dongwoon can't exactly argue with the logic. He only had his height to counter with.
Once they are in position, they sway their bodies to the slow beat and shift their feet clumsily, making sure not to step on each other (apparently other couples aren't doing so well in that department, judging by their cries of, "Ow, you stepped on my foot!"). Despite Doojoon leading, the president leans his head on Dongwoon's chest, closing his eyes.
The heartbeat is soothing, if a little quick (the thought of Dongwoon's heart beating for him makes him nervous). He draws in the musky smell of his cologne and grips the younger one a little bit tighter because he feels like he might fall (he's already fallen). Dongwoon smiles down at the shorter man and releases a happy sigh-it's perfect.
They don't realize when the song ends, and keep swaying, holding each other.
"...Hyung?" His tone is hesitant.
Doojoon lifts his head from the taller's chest. "Yeah, Dongwoon?"
They stare at each other, and for a moment, Dongwoon doesn't know what to say. He says what's on his mind: "I love you."
It's a whisper, but Doojoon heard it. But he wants a clarification because he did not just say that, did he? "Did you...?"
"I..."
"Woonie?"
He swallows. He hadn't realized that saying what was on his mind would cause him so much (heart) trouble and relinquishes a sigh. "I...Doojoon, yes. I-I love you."
Ohmygod, he said it. Doojoon's eyes are clear and a grin forms, bright and loving, and he pulls Dongwoon's head to meet his lips. The butterflies in his stomach are going crazy and his heart feels like it's about to burst, and holy shit, we're really kissing.
Moving his hands from Dongwoon's flushed cheeks, he slides his fingers to the neck as their tongues touch lightly. Dongwoon gasps and they pull apart, eyes glazed.
Without a word, they reconnect, Doojoon's tongue asking for permission by licking the chapped lips. They need air, they realize, separating again after a few minutes, before they really want to.
Doojoon's smiling and leans up to peck Dongwoon's lips again.
"I love you too," he whispers into Dongwoon's hair.
The moment's perfect, even though the song's changed and people are bumping into their sides and they smell sweat. It's perfect because they planned it together, unknowingly, from the first moment that Hyunseung had decided not to help.
I picked the perfect color scheme, Dongwoon smiles.