lemons.
lemons
2junwoon (junhyung/doojoon/dongwoon), pg-13, unbeta'd
Doojoon works at a convenience store, Junhyung is not instant coffee, Dongwoon is caught between a rock and a hard place that isn't Doojoon and Junhyung.
note: nothing is chronological!!! it is also unfinished because i wrote this a long time ago and gave up on it but i just wanted to post it because it's been gathering too much dust
Doojoon-hyung likes to wax philosophical when there's nothing good on TV. He starts going on about slices of life which do not sound delicious at all and the kind of people he meets at work.
When he talks he's a tree. The words grow out of his mouth and build into branches to reach out to willing ears. They are carefully structured, twisting in the right angles and forming the right tone, sometimes with different layers of meaning. Dongwoon notices this and puts it all into his notebook.
It makes Junhyung-hyung frown a lot.
Sunlight drips onto Dongwoon's hair like honey. He stumbles on his way to meet Doojoon and Junhyung at the former's workplace, juggling an open math textbook in one palm and a few stacks of test papers under his other arm. Dongwoon nearly trips over the welcome mat of the 7-11 and manages a crooked smile with a pen in his mouth. Junhyung watches quietly, one wrist curling around a bottle of coke that Doojoon has his fingers around over the cashier counter. Doojoon snatches the bottle away in time and the other brunette growls.
"Give it back, goddammit. I'll pay for it, ok?!"
"Hey, what's up?" Doojoon ignores him and grins at Dongwoon. The younger boy drops everything and collapses on the floor with a loud wail.
"I give up! I'm not going to do this anymore!"
Junhyung raises an eyebrow and picks up the fallen books. "Get up and stop making that noise."
Doojoon keeps the coke by the rack of condoms and smokes behind him. "So what's this about?"
"Hyung, can I stop studying."
Doojoon and Junhyung used to be schoolmates who discussed girls (and some guys). Dongwoon discussed math with himself.
I never liked studying, Doojoon said when he first met Junhyung and Dongwoon. He told them that even though he was surprisingly smart and did pretty well for his exams, he never liked the idea of forcing information into his head. It's like trying to take a huge shit, he explains. Except you're forcing it in, not out. Junhyung's blood boiled (nobody asked for your opinion!), Dongwoon giggled and coughed.
One day Junhyung was taking Dongwoon to cram school but on the way there the taller boy got hungry, so they decided to grab a bite from the nearest convenience store. Doojoon just started working there and he took a while to count their money.
Once he was done, Junhyung grabbed their snacks off the counter and threw a Mars Bar at Dongwoon.
Hey, wait up, Doojoon said. He stopped them just before they were swallowed by the sliding glass doors. He yanked the ice cream freezer door open and poked around inside. He said, go ahead, indulge in an ice cream or two.
...
Hyung!
The boy in the dirty uniform smiled and gestured towards the colourful desserts. Come on man, what are friends for?
You have ulterior motives, I bet.
Dongwoon shifted uncomfortably.
But Junhyung grabbed an ice cream cone anyway.
No, no, no, wait a sec, Doojoon said, snatching the frozen delight from his hands. He threw it back into the freezer, took a deep breath and plunged his hands into the pile of ice creams and emerged with a half squashed chocolate cone.
Here, take this one. He shoved it in Junhyung's face. This one's over 3 weeks old, you can have it.
I'll see you home! Dongwoon escaped in time.
He spotted Dongwoon at Doojoon's workplace one day. Junhyung was on his way home from work at a music store when he saw that lanky figure bent over the counter in the convenience store. He blinked, shifted closer and saw that it was Dongwoon. Well, that's interesting.
The younger boy was leaning over the counter with his neck stretched, and Doojoon was behind the counter. They were kissing. Junhyung couldn't see much from his hiding place behind a rusty lamp post. He squinted, and there was only glistening red, wet pearl shine and eyes squeezed shut, twitching.
Junhyung gave himself a roundhouse kick to the brain and ran home.
While Dongwoon and Doojoon had their date over the counter, Junhyung was chewing absent-mindedly on Dongwoon's snacks at a tiny playground nearby. He was thinking about everything and nothing at once, he convinced himself that it was possible and before he knew it he was surrounded by curious little children. Their eyes were like mirrors and they had tiny hands that carried the heat of sand and sunburnt see-saws.
He sighed and gave away all his snacks.
Junhyung hated to admit it, but Dongwoon was right.
Hyung, he tapped a pencil on the sharp tip of his nose, you're like instant coffee.
Will you stop coming up with stupid metaphors, Son Dongwoon. Go study.
The doorbell rang, and Dongwoon tripped his way to the door and Doojoon emerged from behind the wood with a smile that made Junhyung want to tear his face apart, what are you doing here. Dongwoon blushed, hey Doojoon-hyung.
Suddenly Junhyung grew confused. Was he actually bitter about his younger friend and his old friend getting together? Did this mean that he was jealous? If so, who was he jealous of?
So he said, fuck this, and went away to write angry lyrics in his own room. Dongwoon showed Doojoon their tiny apartment, it was a clean, cozy place, and Doojoon imagined himself lounging here all day. The younger boy pulled him by the wrist and showed him his own room. That was when Dongwoon remembered that his snacks were gone.
Junhyung-hyung gave away my snacks. To some random kids at the playground down by the park.
A few days after that, Dongwoon mentioned it again to spite Junhyung. The older boy said that he only gave them to the kids because 'they begged'. Doojoon laughed and called it 'bullshit', saying that the kids were too afraid of him to even do that. Oh, you big softie, stop lying.
Dongwoon threw an arm around Junhyung and says, hyung is exactly like instant coffee. The older brunette made a noise of disapproval in the back of his throat but slid his arm around Dongwoon's back.
What's that mean?
He's bitter but he melts when he's met by warmth. Instantly. Dongwoon beamed.
Dongwoon liked to pilfer a smoke or two from Doojoon's jacket, pretend that he was lighting it with an invisible lighter and stick it in that silly slant he called a mouth while Junhyung shook his head. They were living together by then, Doojoon moved in because Junhyung was a big softie who couldn't say no to Dongwoon's eyes.
Doojoon always returned with plastic bags full of snacks and instant noodles and canned drinks. Whenever their friends Lee Kikwang, Jang Hyunseung and Yang Yoseob came over, they would click their tongues and look over the processed foods with narrowed eyes. (Yoseob didn't care as much.)
The three of you are going to be so fat.
Come to the gym with us!
Dongwoon would stare down at his stomach, and then continue eating. Junhyung would kick blindly from his position on the crowded sofa in an attempt to reach either Kikwang or Hyunseung. Doojoon hesitated.
When their guests left, Doojoon would watch Dongwoon help Junhyung clean up the bits of food and spilled drinks on the floor. When Doojoon talked about going to the gym, Dongwoon looked down sadly at the cookie crumbs clinging to his fingers. Junhyung said, god knows what sort of exercises they actually do.
After a long pause, Doojoon replied, the same kind of exercise we could get every night?
i miss ot3 ♥
2junwoon (junhyung/doojoon/dongwoon), pg-13, unbeta'd
Doojoon works at a convenience store, Junhyung is not instant coffee, Dongwoon is caught between a rock and a hard place that isn't Doojoon and Junhyung.
note: nothing is chronological!!! it is also unfinished because i wrote this a long time ago and gave up on it but i just wanted to post it because it's been gathering too much dust
Doojoon-hyung likes to wax philosophical when there's nothing good on TV. He starts going on about slices of life which do not sound delicious at all and the kind of people he meets at work.
When he talks he's a tree. The words grow out of his mouth and build into branches to reach out to willing ears. They are carefully structured, twisting in the right angles and forming the right tone, sometimes with different layers of meaning. Dongwoon notices this and puts it all into his notebook.
It makes Junhyung-hyung frown a lot.
Sunlight drips onto Dongwoon's hair like honey. He stumbles on his way to meet Doojoon and Junhyung at the former's workplace, juggling an open math textbook in one palm and a few stacks of test papers under his other arm. Dongwoon nearly trips over the welcome mat of the 7-11 and manages a crooked smile with a pen in his mouth. Junhyung watches quietly, one wrist curling around a bottle of coke that Doojoon has his fingers around over the cashier counter. Doojoon snatches the bottle away in time and the other brunette growls.
"Give it back, goddammit. I'll pay for it, ok?!"
"Hey, what's up?" Doojoon ignores him and grins at Dongwoon. The younger boy drops everything and collapses on the floor with a loud wail.
"I give up! I'm not going to do this anymore!"
Junhyung raises an eyebrow and picks up the fallen books. "Get up and stop making that noise."
Doojoon keeps the coke by the rack of condoms and smokes behind him. "So what's this about?"
"Hyung, can I stop studying."
Doojoon and Junhyung used to be schoolmates who discussed girls (and some guys). Dongwoon discussed math with himself.
I never liked studying, Doojoon said when he first met Junhyung and Dongwoon. He told them that even though he was surprisingly smart and did pretty well for his exams, he never liked the idea of forcing information into his head. It's like trying to take a huge shit, he explains. Except you're forcing it in, not out. Junhyung's blood boiled (nobody asked for your opinion!), Dongwoon giggled and coughed.
One day Junhyung was taking Dongwoon to cram school but on the way there the taller boy got hungry, so they decided to grab a bite from the nearest convenience store. Doojoon just started working there and he took a while to count their money.
Once he was done, Junhyung grabbed their snacks off the counter and threw a Mars Bar at Dongwoon.
Hey, wait up, Doojoon said. He stopped them just before they were swallowed by the sliding glass doors. He yanked the ice cream freezer door open and poked around inside. He said, go ahead, indulge in an ice cream or two.
...
Hyung!
The boy in the dirty uniform smiled and gestured towards the colourful desserts. Come on man, what are friends for?
You have ulterior motives, I bet.
Dongwoon shifted uncomfortably.
But Junhyung grabbed an ice cream cone anyway.
No, no, no, wait a sec, Doojoon said, snatching the frozen delight from his hands. He threw it back into the freezer, took a deep breath and plunged his hands into the pile of ice creams and emerged with a half squashed chocolate cone.
Here, take this one. He shoved it in Junhyung's face. This one's over 3 weeks old, you can have it.
I'll see you home! Dongwoon escaped in time.
He spotted Dongwoon at Doojoon's workplace one day. Junhyung was on his way home from work at a music store when he saw that lanky figure bent over the counter in the convenience store. He blinked, shifted closer and saw that it was Dongwoon. Well, that's interesting.
The younger boy was leaning over the counter with his neck stretched, and Doojoon was behind the counter. They were kissing. Junhyung couldn't see much from his hiding place behind a rusty lamp post. He squinted, and there was only glistening red, wet pearl shine and eyes squeezed shut, twitching.
Junhyung gave himself a roundhouse kick to the brain and ran home.
While Dongwoon and Doojoon had their date over the counter, Junhyung was chewing absent-mindedly on Dongwoon's snacks at a tiny playground nearby. He was thinking about everything and nothing at once, he convinced himself that it was possible and before he knew it he was surrounded by curious little children. Their eyes were like mirrors and they had tiny hands that carried the heat of sand and sunburnt see-saws.
He sighed and gave away all his snacks.
Junhyung hated to admit it, but Dongwoon was right.
Hyung, he tapped a pencil on the sharp tip of his nose, you're like instant coffee.
Will you stop coming up with stupid metaphors, Son Dongwoon. Go study.
The doorbell rang, and Dongwoon tripped his way to the door and Doojoon emerged from behind the wood with a smile that made Junhyung want to tear his face apart, what are you doing here. Dongwoon blushed, hey Doojoon-hyung.
Suddenly Junhyung grew confused. Was he actually bitter about his younger friend and his old friend getting together? Did this mean that he was jealous? If so, who was he jealous of?
So he said, fuck this, and went away to write angry lyrics in his own room. Dongwoon showed Doojoon their tiny apartment, it was a clean, cozy place, and Doojoon imagined himself lounging here all day. The younger boy pulled him by the wrist and showed him his own room. That was when Dongwoon remembered that his snacks were gone.
Junhyung-hyung gave away my snacks. To some random kids at the playground down by the park.
A few days after that, Dongwoon mentioned it again to spite Junhyung. The older boy said that he only gave them to the kids because 'they begged'. Doojoon laughed and called it 'bullshit', saying that the kids were too afraid of him to even do that. Oh, you big softie, stop lying.
Dongwoon threw an arm around Junhyung and says, hyung is exactly like instant coffee. The older brunette made a noise of disapproval in the back of his throat but slid his arm around Dongwoon's back.
What's that mean?
He's bitter but he melts when he's met by warmth. Instantly. Dongwoon beamed.
Dongwoon liked to pilfer a smoke or two from Doojoon's jacket, pretend that he was lighting it with an invisible lighter and stick it in that silly slant he called a mouth while Junhyung shook his head. They were living together by then, Doojoon moved in because Junhyung was a big softie who couldn't say no to Dongwoon's eyes.
Doojoon always returned with plastic bags full of snacks and instant noodles and canned drinks. Whenever their friends Lee Kikwang, Jang Hyunseung and Yang Yoseob came over, they would click their tongues and look over the processed foods with narrowed eyes. (Yoseob didn't care as much.)
The three of you are going to be so fat.
Come to the gym with us!
Dongwoon would stare down at his stomach, and then continue eating. Junhyung would kick blindly from his position on the crowded sofa in an attempt to reach either Kikwang or Hyunseung. Doojoon hesitated.
When their guests left, Doojoon would watch Dongwoon help Junhyung clean up the bits of food and spilled drinks on the floor. When Doojoon talked about going to the gym, Dongwoon looked down sadly at the cookie crumbs clinging to his fingers. Junhyung said, god knows what sort of exercises they actually do.
After a long pause, Doojoon replied, the same kind of exercise we could get every night?
i miss ot3 ♥