home is where we are
home is where we are
dongwoo-centric gen, 2woo, pg, fluff
tokyo is many miles away from seoul, but, as dongwoo says, it's still on earth.
His tears burn as they slide down his cheek now, this isn’t it, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be -
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to our beloved Dongwoo, happy birthday to you,” he hears Woohyun come in again with a large strawberry tart in front of him, a sparkler in Sungyeol’s hand softening the angles in Woohyun's face. Sungyeol’s got his other arm round Woohyun’s shoulders, and is puffing into a blowout loudly, and Hoya whips out a handful of confetti from nowhere to dump it on Dongwoo’s head.
Dongwoo feels the sobs get lodged in his throat for a second at his surprise, freezing and looking at the smiling members. Myungsoo's kneeling on the floor shaking with how much he’s laughing. Sunggyu shoves his shoulder lightly, chuckling, “it’s a hidden camera, silly,” and Dongwoo’s aware his mouth is fairly open and he needs to close it, but his jaw does not comply.
“This is the part where you cry, hyung,” Sungjong giggles, slinging an arm round Dongwoo’s shoulder, and something bursts inside Dongwoo - relief, so much relief that they are okay overwhelms him, so much that he has to fall back against the headboard of the bed. The knot in his chest is gone now, just blank cool reassuring space left, and he is crying again, Sunggyu rubbing his palm over Dongwoo’s face. Dongwoo sobs into Sunggyu’s comforting hand.
“PICTURE,” Sungyeol yells, and Dongwoo feels someone pull him to his feet. Woohyun thrusts the cake into his hands and they all crowd round him, Hyoan-hyung snapping a shot. The flash is soft for once, buffered in Dongwoo’s happy tears. The picture turns out prettily, the members laughing at Dongwoo’s scrunched-up crying face, and Woohyun snatches the tart away before it can get upended in Dongwoo’s wobbly grasp.
“How can you guys do this,” is the first thing Dongwoo manages through his sobs, hooking his chin over Myungsoo’s shoulder. Myungsoo just laughs, patting Dongwoo on the back till the tears dry up and the choppy breathing slows, and the members start talking about when Dongwoo had started crying before, how Sunggyu’s acting left much to be desired, and how it was ridiculously dramatic of Sungyeol to leave the room weeping, but at least Dongwoo believed it anyway. Dongwoo laughs along with them, his heart warm and fuzzy now, a much welcomed change to the tightness before, and leans into Woohyun, feeling Woohyun’s laughter bubble out of his chest and pour into his ears.
Geonam-hyung starts divvying up the tart and the members and descend upon Dongwoo’s birthday cake like flies with honey, Hoya and Sungyeol wolfing slices down especially sloppily so the pretty tart is down to just battered remains by the time Dongwoo makes it to the table. Sunggyu stuffs a strawberry into Dongwoo’s mouth, dribbling juice down his chin. It gets on his hoodie, coincidentally one of Dongwoo’s favourites, but he can’t even get mad.
Cake is a fast and furious affair, and pretty soon they’re all flopping on the beds and the armchairs, Sungjong on the floor, even, against Sunggyu’s legs, rubbing their tummies. Dongwoo looks at the picture they’ve taken and a smile creeps up on his lips so fast he feels it before he realises he’s smiling.
“I’m going to post this on Twitter,” Dongwoo announces, and the members pretend not to have heard him, Myungsoo poking Sungyeol’s tummy. Dongwoo’s enthusiasm is undeterred. He spends a long time typing out an essay by Twitter standards, during which Myungsoo and Sungyeol start battling each other on Tap Tap Revenge and Woohyun opens up Infinite’s fancafe on his iPad.
“Done,” Dongwoo singsongs, reading his mentions from Inspirits and smiling even wider, if that's possible. He has just finished tweeting another essay to thank the fans for their birthday wishes when his timeline refreshes. He’s a bit surprised because the tweet begins with “@ddww1122”, and even more when he sees Woohyun’s face at the side.
“Why are you tweeting me when you’re five centimetres away?” Dongwoo asks, looking over at Woohyun. The smile still stays on his face - he can’t bring himself to lower the corners of his lips, not even by a hint.
Woohyun just looks at him with an unskilfully suppressed smile, and shrugs. “Five centimetres is a lot, you know.”
“You don’t even have to move, you -“ Dongwoo starts, but his timeline refreshes again and there’s another tweet, looking a bit too familiar.
My lovely crybabyㅋㅋㅋㅋ Happy birthday and we’re going to make you cry again next year. Synchronized 99.9………, he sees, Hoya’s inexplicably rotated display picture making him laugh.
He’s about to show Woohyun the tweet, his smile even wider now, when he gets three more with the exact same text, miniature Sungyeol and Myungsoo and Sunggyu popping up on the left. He looks over at Myungsoo and Sungyeol sprawled on the other bed in the room, looking decidedly not at himself. And he had thought Sunggyu’d fallen asleep in the armchair, but apparently not.
“What are you guys doing,” Dongwoo says, laughing into Woohyun’s shoulder. Woohyun opens up Angry Birds on his iPad.
A final shift on his phone screen yields Sungjong’s tweet, the exact same tweet again, and Dongwoo laughs again, leaning into Woohyun, even though he finds his cheeks hurting with how hard he’s smiling, even. His laughter is the only thing that resounds in the hotel room, but it’s not lonely at all.
When Geonam-hyung finally hauls the rest of them back to their rooms, Sunggyu ruffles Dongwoo’s hair and Sungyeol and Hoya take turns to smear a bit of custard on Dongwoo’s cheek as they leave. Sungjong and Myungsoo give him a one-armed hug and Dongwoo watches the door close, his heart so warm and full that he almost wants to explode.
He turns to see Woohyun plopping himself on his bed, stretching a bit. Woohyun looks at him amusedly, probably because Dongwoo is smiling like an idiot, but frankly, Dongwoo cares not one bit. He jumps and tackles Woohyun on the bed, wrapping his arms round Woohyun’s neck, swaying a little. Woohyun yells his protest, “auugggghhhh,” and Dongwoo rolls off him, still smiling like an idiot.
Woohyun rubs his stomach, groaning. “You’re way heavier than you look, oh my god I think my ribs broke.”
“Thank you.” Dongwoo bounces up to sit on the bed next to Woohyun, his knee digging into Woohyun’s side because the single bed isn’t very big at all. Woohyun doesn’t seem to mind that much.
“Since it’s your birthday, I’ll even let you shower first,” Woohyun says airily, and rolls over to grab his phone. Dongwoo grins again, bounding off to the toilet, and when he’s rinsing his shampoo lather off he finds that he can actually taste it with how wide he’s grinning. It probably wouldn’t taste very good at all normally, but Dongwoo doesn’t even mind.
He comes out of the shower refreshed and clean and comfortable, and when he catches sight of Woohyun reflected in the windows, the twinkling lights of Tokyo’s skyline stretched out like promise behind him, it’s many, many miles from Seoul, but it feels very much like home.
tweet translation from infiniteupdates.
dongwoo-centric gen, 2woo, pg, fluff
tokyo is many miles away from seoul, but, as dongwoo says, it's still on earth.
His tears burn as they slide down his cheek now, this isn’t it, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be -
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to our beloved Dongwoo, happy birthday to you,” he hears Woohyun come in again with a large strawberry tart in front of him, a sparkler in Sungyeol’s hand softening the angles in Woohyun's face. Sungyeol’s got his other arm round Woohyun’s shoulders, and is puffing into a blowout loudly, and Hoya whips out a handful of confetti from nowhere to dump it on Dongwoo’s head.
Dongwoo feels the sobs get lodged in his throat for a second at his surprise, freezing and looking at the smiling members. Myungsoo's kneeling on the floor shaking with how much he’s laughing. Sunggyu shoves his shoulder lightly, chuckling, “it’s a hidden camera, silly,” and Dongwoo’s aware his mouth is fairly open and he needs to close it, but his jaw does not comply.
“This is the part where you cry, hyung,” Sungjong giggles, slinging an arm round Dongwoo’s shoulder, and something bursts inside Dongwoo - relief, so much relief that they are okay overwhelms him, so much that he has to fall back against the headboard of the bed. The knot in his chest is gone now, just blank cool reassuring space left, and he is crying again, Sunggyu rubbing his palm over Dongwoo’s face. Dongwoo sobs into Sunggyu’s comforting hand.
“PICTURE,” Sungyeol yells, and Dongwoo feels someone pull him to his feet. Woohyun thrusts the cake into his hands and they all crowd round him, Hyoan-hyung snapping a shot. The flash is soft for once, buffered in Dongwoo’s happy tears. The picture turns out prettily, the members laughing at Dongwoo’s scrunched-up crying face, and Woohyun snatches the tart away before it can get upended in Dongwoo’s wobbly grasp.
“How can you guys do this,” is the first thing Dongwoo manages through his sobs, hooking his chin over Myungsoo’s shoulder. Myungsoo just laughs, patting Dongwoo on the back till the tears dry up and the choppy breathing slows, and the members start talking about when Dongwoo had started crying before, how Sunggyu’s acting left much to be desired, and how it was ridiculously dramatic of Sungyeol to leave the room weeping, but at least Dongwoo believed it anyway. Dongwoo laughs along with them, his heart warm and fuzzy now, a much welcomed change to the tightness before, and leans into Woohyun, feeling Woohyun’s laughter bubble out of his chest and pour into his ears.
Geonam-hyung starts divvying up the tart and the members and descend upon Dongwoo’s birthday cake like flies with honey, Hoya and Sungyeol wolfing slices down especially sloppily so the pretty tart is down to just battered remains by the time Dongwoo makes it to the table. Sunggyu stuffs a strawberry into Dongwoo’s mouth, dribbling juice down his chin. It gets on his hoodie, coincidentally one of Dongwoo’s favourites, but he can’t even get mad.
Cake is a fast and furious affair, and pretty soon they’re all flopping on the beds and the armchairs, Sungjong on the floor, even, against Sunggyu’s legs, rubbing their tummies. Dongwoo looks at the picture they’ve taken and a smile creeps up on his lips so fast he feels it before he realises he’s smiling.
“I’m going to post this on Twitter,” Dongwoo announces, and the members pretend not to have heard him, Myungsoo poking Sungyeol’s tummy. Dongwoo’s enthusiasm is undeterred. He spends a long time typing out an essay by Twitter standards, during which Myungsoo and Sungyeol start battling each other on Tap Tap Revenge and Woohyun opens up Infinite’s fancafe on his iPad.
“Done,” Dongwoo singsongs, reading his mentions from Inspirits and smiling even wider, if that's possible. He has just finished tweeting another essay to thank the fans for their birthday wishes when his timeline refreshes. He’s a bit surprised because the tweet begins with “@ddww1122”, and even more when he sees Woohyun’s face at the side.
“Why are you tweeting me when you’re five centimetres away?” Dongwoo asks, looking over at Woohyun. The smile still stays on his face - he can’t bring himself to lower the corners of his lips, not even by a hint.
Woohyun just looks at him with an unskilfully suppressed smile, and shrugs. “Five centimetres is a lot, you know.”
“You don’t even have to move, you -“ Dongwoo starts, but his timeline refreshes again and there’s another tweet, looking a bit too familiar.
My lovely crybabyㅋㅋㅋㅋ Happy birthday and we’re going to make you cry again next year. Synchronized 99.9………, he sees, Hoya’s inexplicably rotated display picture making him laugh.
He’s about to show Woohyun the tweet, his smile even wider now, when he gets three more with the exact same text, miniature Sungyeol and Myungsoo and Sunggyu popping up on the left. He looks over at Myungsoo and Sungyeol sprawled on the other bed in the room, looking decidedly not at himself. And he had thought Sunggyu’d fallen asleep in the armchair, but apparently not.
“What are you guys doing,” Dongwoo says, laughing into Woohyun’s shoulder. Woohyun opens up Angry Birds on his iPad.
A final shift on his phone screen yields Sungjong’s tweet, the exact same tweet again, and Dongwoo laughs again, leaning into Woohyun, even though he finds his cheeks hurting with how hard he’s smiling, even. His laughter is the only thing that resounds in the hotel room, but it’s not lonely at all.
When Geonam-hyung finally hauls the rest of them back to their rooms, Sunggyu ruffles Dongwoo’s hair and Sungyeol and Hoya take turns to smear a bit of custard on Dongwoo’s cheek as they leave. Sungjong and Myungsoo give him a one-armed hug and Dongwoo watches the door close, his heart so warm and full that he almost wants to explode.
He turns to see Woohyun plopping himself on his bed, stretching a bit. Woohyun looks at him amusedly, probably because Dongwoo is smiling like an idiot, but frankly, Dongwoo cares not one bit. He jumps and tackles Woohyun on the bed, wrapping his arms round Woohyun’s neck, swaying a little. Woohyun yells his protest, “auugggghhhh,” and Dongwoo rolls off him, still smiling like an idiot.
Woohyun rubs his stomach, groaning. “You’re way heavier than you look, oh my god I think my ribs broke.”
“Thank you.” Dongwoo bounces up to sit on the bed next to Woohyun, his knee digging into Woohyun’s side because the single bed isn’t very big at all. Woohyun doesn’t seem to mind that much.
“Since it’s your birthday, I’ll even let you shower first,” Woohyun says airily, and rolls over to grab his phone. Dongwoo grins again, bounding off to the toilet, and when he’s rinsing his shampoo lather off he finds that he can actually taste it with how wide he’s grinning. It probably wouldn’t taste very good at all normally, but Dongwoo doesn’t even mind.
He comes out of the shower refreshed and clean and comfortable, and when he catches sight of Woohyun reflected in the windows, the twinkling lights of Tokyo’s skyline stretched out like promise behind him, it’s many, many miles from Seoul, but it feels very much like home.
tweet translation from infiniteupdates.