Beast Fic: Four Times Yoseob Keeps Doojoon Awake, And One Time He Doesn’t
Title: Four Times Yoseob Keeps Doojoon Awake, And One Time He Doesn’t
Author: lookatmoiye7
Rating: PG
Characters: Doojoon, Yoseob
Word Count: ~1650
Author's Note: This is what I do instead of homework. Self-discipline, I do not possess.
Summary: The other members don’t seem to mind, are somehow able to ignore it, or at least block out the noise, but Doojoon is always kept hopelessly, ridiculously awake.
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i. Yoseob snores. Doojoon doesn’t know how such a loud, ugly sound can come from someone so small and cute, but there it is. Every evening, unless Doojoon falls asleep before his friend, he is kept awake by snoring. The other members don’t seem to mind, are somehow able to ignore it, or at least block out the noise, but Doojoon is always kept hopelessly, ridiculously awake.
In the morning, Yoseob pokes at the black under his leader's eyes and tells him he looks tired. Doojoon laughs and says he’s not, and then tucks him in again that night.
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ii. Doojoon is nearly asleep one night when he feels a slight tug on his sleeve. He ignores it, because when sleep is almost at his door, he will never be one to refuse it, and maybe Yoseob will give up and-
“Hyung,” he hears hissed, the pulling on his pajama top intensifying, "are you awake?”
Most of the time, Yoseob is one of Doojoon’s favourite people, but sometimes, he just wants to turn around and strangle him.
“No,” he grunts, curling up further and squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m very, very asleep.”
“Oh.” Yoseob is quiet for a while, leaving Doojoon feeling disproportionately victorious, before he hears, “Doojoon-ah, do you ever wish you were in 2PM?”
Doojoon is suddenly wide awake. He rolls over to face Yoseob’s bunk, but all he can see is darkness. “Why are you asking me that?”
“You’re very close to Junho-hyung. I think you miss them.”
“Of course I miss them, just like when I was overseas I missed you.”
“So you did miss us?”
“What? Of course I did! How could you even...” He pauses, wishing he could see Yoseob’s expressive face, because any hint at all as to Yoseob’s state of mind would help wonderfully right about now. “What is this all about?”
“Nothing.”
“Yah, Yosoeb-ie.” He reaches out blindly and searches, his palm eventually resting gently on Yoseob’s cheek. “I can’t lie to you. Of course I sometimes wish I’d succeeded in Hot Blood. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love all of you.”
“Really?”
“Why are you suddenly doubting me?” he asks instead. He’s beginning to feel defensive, and he hates that, because he shouldn’t have to defend his actions to anyone, particularly not Yoseob. “Did I do something to warrant this?”
“Aish, calm down, Yoon Leader,” Yoseob says, suddenly maddeningly calm. “I just don’t want you to feel sad.”
Doojoon blinks. “What?”
“You should be with the people you love.” He covers Doojoon’s hand with his own, pressing it down harder onto his face. “I love you, we all do, but if you don’t feel the same way, you should be with Junho-hyung, and the rest of your other friends.”
Doojoon is silent for a moment. “Okay. Say I loved them more.” Yoseob’s fingernails dig slightly into his hand, but he doesn’t say anything. “How would you propose I be with them, exactly?”
“I would find a way,” he says fiercely, and he sounds so determined that Doojoon can’t help but think that he probably would.
“Well. Wouldn’t that be a waste of time.” He turns his palm up, taking Yoseob’s hand in his, squeezing his fingers. “Because then I wouldn’t be with the other ones I love.”
“Eh?”
“If you think anyone can replace you,” he continues, “you’re even more of an idiot than I thought. I love you guys more than anyone. I even love Kikwang, with his annoying abs, making the rest of us look bad.”
He doesn’t have to be able to see his face to know that Yoseob is smiling when he says, “Not me. I have my concept, I’m the cute one.”
“That’s true. Maybe I should try being a cute one, too.”
“Nah. You’re too good-looking.”
Doojoon laughs, glad that the tension has dissipated, and moves to take his hand away, but Yoseob doesn’t loosen his grip.
“Yah, are you going to let go?”
“Goodnight, Doojie,” he says instead, ignoring his leader and hugging his hand to his chest. Even though he knows a cramp is inevitable, Doojoon lets him.
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iii. One night, after a social meet-up at MBLAQ’s dorm, Yoseob comes home to find that a certain kind of magazine has been slipped into his backpack. Judging from its content, it was a double-team job from Mir and Joon, and Doojoon can just picture them giggling like children as they slipped it in.
Doojoon confiscates it as soon as he sees it, intent on throwing it away immediately, but when he accidentally drops it and it flutters open to a particularly… erotic spread, all of his plans are ruined.
He blames Yoseob, even though it’s not technically his fault, when he’s still awake hours afterwards.
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iv. Even though their participation in the Gayo Daejuns means they haven’t slept in days, Yoseob still manages to be hyperactive, with an intensity Doojoon can’t even begin to understand. He’s bouncing around their change room, knocking from one wall into another, and even though Junhyung yells at him to calm down, he just shakes his head, almost in a frenzy. He rushes over to Doojoon, who is attempting to ignore him and doze in his seat, and with barely a word, wraps his fingers around his hand, yanking him up with a force that would be surprising to anyone else.
“Yah-” Doojoon starts, but it’s all he gets out before Yoseob grabs the fluffy comforter off Dongwoon, who is sleeping on the couch, quite where Doojoon would like to be, and drags both Doojoon and the comforter out of the room, down the corridor and to the staircase.
“Yah-” Doojoon says again, but Yoseob just starts pushing him up the stairs, his hands scrabbling at the small of Doojoon’s back.
Doojoon is too tired for this, too exhausted, and he stumbles and nearly falls a few times, but Yoseob is always there to catch him. When they reach the very top of the stairs, Yoseob reaches around him to shove the door open and they emerge on the roof, a wall of cold slamming into them. Yoseob doesn’t seem to care, he just wraps the comforter around Doojoon’s shoulders and takes the lead, guiding him over to the railing and ducking around him to position himself next to him under the blanket.
He glances at his watch, grinning widely as he says, “Three... two... one...” and the whole sky lights up. “Happy new year, Doojoon-ah!” he cries, his face etched with colour, and even though Doojoon feels like collapsing, even though they are due to perform in minutes and Yoseob has surely messed up his make-up, he can't help but smile in return.
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Doojoon can’t sleep. He's been tossing and turning for over an hour, now, and what’s even more frustrating is that he doesn’t know the reason why. All of the other members are practically comatose after a long day of interviews, practice and a music show, followed by a recording session, and they have a similar schedule lined up for... well, it starts in a few hours, now. He should be asleep, particularly since he has to be up early to wake everyone else up. The leader should be able to lead, and he can only do that if he can take good care of himself.
Doojoon sighs, rolling over again, before giving up, sitting up and slowly, carefully scooting forwards and swinging himself out of bed, trying not the jostle the bunk too much. His feet touch the floor as softly as he can manage, and he pads out into the kitchen. He opens the fridge, pulling out a container of kimchi, debating whether he should eat any, when he hears, “Ah, you shouldn’t eat so late!”
Doojoon jumps at the sound, shoving the container back in and glaring at Yoseob, standing in the doorway. “And you should be asleep,” he scolds him, slamming the fridge door closed. “Why are you up?”
“Because you are,” he says, like it’s obvious, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.
“Well, I’m going back to bed.” He pushes past, but Yoseob grabs his elbow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you.” Yoseob pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder. “You’re a bad liar.”
“And you’re bad at realising when you’re not wanted,” Doojoon retorts, immediately regretting it. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just grumpy because I’m tired.” He reaches up to rub his eyes and Yoseob pulls back slightly to watch him, his gaze concerned.
“Do you want me to go away?” he asks quietly.
Doojoon finds himself shaking his head, and Yoseob smiles, before walking him backwards into the lounge room and performing a complicated manoeuvre that ends in Yoseob sitting on the couch, with Doojoon laying on his side next to him, his head in his lap. Doojoon feels like he should protest, or at least ask Yoseob if he’s been taking some of 2PM's gymnastics lessons, but he honestly can’t bring himself to, instead shifting to make himself more comfortable. Yoseob begins rubbing his back, and he sighs.
“Where did you learn that?” he mumbles after a while, the rubbing motion making him drowsy.
“My umma used to do it for me when I couldn’t sleep. She also used to sing me Three Bears...”
Doojoon chuckles. “No Three Bears tonight. You can keep rubbing my back, though.”
Yoseob does so, only pausing to brush Doojoon’s hair off his face, and keeps going long after his leader has fallen asleep.
They are discovered in the morning sprawled all over each other, and suffer the teasing of the other band members for the rest of the day, but Doojoon feels the most refreshed he’s felt in a long time.
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Author: lookatmoiye7
Rating: PG
Characters: Doojoon, Yoseob
Word Count: ~1650
Author's Note: This is what I do instead of homework. Self-discipline, I do not possess.
Summary: The other members don’t seem to mind, are somehow able to ignore it, or at least block out the noise, but Doojoon is always kept hopelessly, ridiculously awake.
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i. Yoseob snores. Doojoon doesn’t know how such a loud, ugly sound can come from someone so small and cute, but there it is. Every evening, unless Doojoon falls asleep before his friend, he is kept awake by snoring. The other members don’t seem to mind, are somehow able to ignore it, or at least block out the noise, but Doojoon is always kept hopelessly, ridiculously awake.
In the morning, Yoseob pokes at the black under his leader's eyes and tells him he looks tired. Doojoon laughs and says he’s not, and then tucks him in again that night.
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ii. Doojoon is nearly asleep one night when he feels a slight tug on his sleeve. He ignores it, because when sleep is almost at his door, he will never be one to refuse it, and maybe Yoseob will give up and-
“Hyung,” he hears hissed, the pulling on his pajama top intensifying, "are you awake?”
Most of the time, Yoseob is one of Doojoon’s favourite people, but sometimes, he just wants to turn around and strangle him.
“No,” he grunts, curling up further and squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m very, very asleep.”
“Oh.” Yoseob is quiet for a while, leaving Doojoon feeling disproportionately victorious, before he hears, “Doojoon-ah, do you ever wish you were in 2PM?”
Doojoon is suddenly wide awake. He rolls over to face Yoseob’s bunk, but all he can see is darkness. “Why are you asking me that?”
“You’re very close to Junho-hyung. I think you miss them.”
“Of course I miss them, just like when I was overseas I missed you.”
“So you did miss us?”
“What? Of course I did! How could you even...” He pauses, wishing he could see Yoseob’s expressive face, because any hint at all as to Yoseob’s state of mind would help wonderfully right about now. “What is this all about?”
“Nothing.”
“Yah, Yosoeb-ie.” He reaches out blindly and searches, his palm eventually resting gently on Yoseob’s cheek. “I can’t lie to you. Of course I sometimes wish I’d succeeded in Hot Blood. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love all of you.”
“Really?”
“Why are you suddenly doubting me?” he asks instead. He’s beginning to feel defensive, and he hates that, because he shouldn’t have to defend his actions to anyone, particularly not Yoseob. “Did I do something to warrant this?”
“Aish, calm down, Yoon Leader,” Yoseob says, suddenly maddeningly calm. “I just don’t want you to feel sad.”
Doojoon blinks. “What?”
“You should be with the people you love.” He covers Doojoon’s hand with his own, pressing it down harder onto his face. “I love you, we all do, but if you don’t feel the same way, you should be with Junho-hyung, and the rest of your other friends.”
Doojoon is silent for a moment. “Okay. Say I loved them more.” Yoseob’s fingernails dig slightly into his hand, but he doesn’t say anything. “How would you propose I be with them, exactly?”
“I would find a way,” he says fiercely, and he sounds so determined that Doojoon can’t help but think that he probably would.
“Well. Wouldn’t that be a waste of time.” He turns his palm up, taking Yoseob’s hand in his, squeezing his fingers. “Because then I wouldn’t be with the other ones I love.”
“Eh?”
“If you think anyone can replace you,” he continues, “you’re even more of an idiot than I thought. I love you guys more than anyone. I even love Kikwang, with his annoying abs, making the rest of us look bad.”
He doesn’t have to be able to see his face to know that Yoseob is smiling when he says, “Not me. I have my concept, I’m the cute one.”
“That’s true. Maybe I should try being a cute one, too.”
“Nah. You’re too good-looking.”
Doojoon laughs, glad that the tension has dissipated, and moves to take his hand away, but Yoseob doesn’t loosen his grip.
“Yah, are you going to let go?”
“Goodnight, Doojie,” he says instead, ignoring his leader and hugging his hand to his chest. Even though he knows a cramp is inevitable, Doojoon lets him.
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iii. One night, after a social meet-up at MBLAQ’s dorm, Yoseob comes home to find that a certain kind of magazine has been slipped into his backpack. Judging from its content, it was a double-team job from Mir and Joon, and Doojoon can just picture them giggling like children as they slipped it in.
Doojoon confiscates it as soon as he sees it, intent on throwing it away immediately, but when he accidentally drops it and it flutters open to a particularly… erotic spread, all of his plans are ruined.
He blames Yoseob, even though it’s not technically his fault, when he’s still awake hours afterwards.
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iv. Even though their participation in the Gayo Daejuns means they haven’t slept in days, Yoseob still manages to be hyperactive, with an intensity Doojoon can’t even begin to understand. He’s bouncing around their change room, knocking from one wall into another, and even though Junhyung yells at him to calm down, he just shakes his head, almost in a frenzy. He rushes over to Doojoon, who is attempting to ignore him and doze in his seat, and with barely a word, wraps his fingers around his hand, yanking him up with a force that would be surprising to anyone else.
“Yah-” Doojoon starts, but it’s all he gets out before Yoseob grabs the fluffy comforter off Dongwoon, who is sleeping on the couch, quite where Doojoon would like to be, and drags both Doojoon and the comforter out of the room, down the corridor and to the staircase.
“Yah-” Doojoon says again, but Yoseob just starts pushing him up the stairs, his hands scrabbling at the small of Doojoon’s back.
Doojoon is too tired for this, too exhausted, and he stumbles and nearly falls a few times, but Yoseob is always there to catch him. When they reach the very top of the stairs, Yoseob reaches around him to shove the door open and they emerge on the roof, a wall of cold slamming into them. Yoseob doesn’t seem to care, he just wraps the comforter around Doojoon’s shoulders and takes the lead, guiding him over to the railing and ducking around him to position himself next to him under the blanket.
He glances at his watch, grinning widely as he says, “Three... two... one...” and the whole sky lights up. “Happy new year, Doojoon-ah!” he cries, his face etched with colour, and even though Doojoon feels like collapsing, even though they are due to perform in minutes and Yoseob has surely messed up his make-up, he can't help but smile in return.
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Doojoon can’t sleep. He's been tossing and turning for over an hour, now, and what’s even more frustrating is that he doesn’t know the reason why. All of the other members are practically comatose after a long day of interviews, practice and a music show, followed by a recording session, and they have a similar schedule lined up for... well, it starts in a few hours, now. He should be asleep, particularly since he has to be up early to wake everyone else up. The leader should be able to lead, and he can only do that if he can take good care of himself.
Doojoon sighs, rolling over again, before giving up, sitting up and slowly, carefully scooting forwards and swinging himself out of bed, trying not the jostle the bunk too much. His feet touch the floor as softly as he can manage, and he pads out into the kitchen. He opens the fridge, pulling out a container of kimchi, debating whether he should eat any, when he hears, “Ah, you shouldn’t eat so late!”
Doojoon jumps at the sound, shoving the container back in and glaring at Yoseob, standing in the doorway. “And you should be asleep,” he scolds him, slamming the fridge door closed. “Why are you up?”
“Because you are,” he says, like it’s obvious, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.
“Well, I’m going back to bed.” He pushes past, but Yoseob grabs his elbow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you.” Yoseob pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder. “You’re a bad liar.”
“And you’re bad at realising when you’re not wanted,” Doojoon retorts, immediately regretting it. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just grumpy because I’m tired.” He reaches up to rub his eyes and Yoseob pulls back slightly to watch him, his gaze concerned.
“Do you want me to go away?” he asks quietly.
Doojoon finds himself shaking his head, and Yoseob smiles, before walking him backwards into the lounge room and performing a complicated manoeuvre that ends in Yoseob sitting on the couch, with Doojoon laying on his side next to him, his head in his lap. Doojoon feels like he should protest, or at least ask Yoseob if he’s been taking some of 2PM's gymnastics lessons, but he honestly can’t bring himself to, instead shifting to make himself more comfortable. Yoseob begins rubbing his back, and he sighs.
“Where did you learn that?” he mumbles after a while, the rubbing motion making him drowsy.
“My umma used to do it for me when I couldn’t sleep. She also used to sing me Three Bears...”
Doojoon chuckles. “No Three Bears tonight. You can keep rubbing my back, though.”
Yoseob does so, only pausing to brush Doojoon’s hair off his face, and keeps going long after his leader has fallen asleep.
They are discovered in the morning sprawled all over each other, and suffer the teasing of the other band members for the rest of the day, but Doojoon feels the most refreshed he’s felt in a long time.
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