goldfish.
goldfish
twojun (doojoon/junhyung) with hints of others, pg-13, unbeta'd
consider this a belated bday gift, yunsias ♥♥♥
i know i suck at things like this these days :((( i attempted a doctor/hospital!au which failed greatly
either way i hope this will make you laugh!
Junhyung is a dog chasing its own tail.
He's the train that never stops but he forgets where he's supposed to be going. See, he doesn't have a proper map or compass, all he has is his heart bursting out of his right fist, his left hand on the steering wheel, knuckles white and shaking.
He says he's always tired, he says he's sick and tired, he says he wants to take a break, but from what, he has no idea.
Maybe it's this uncomfortable feeling he gets when he's alone.
●
Doojoon has a quicksand grin.
If you look at it for too long, you'll sink right in and never come out of it. By the time you realize it, he already has your neck between his teeth. Don't worry, he won't tighten his jaw on you just yet, maybe soon, but not now.
He says he's always worried, he says it with red between his glistening gums, he says he wants to cry, but for what, he has no idea.
Maybe it's the number of hearts he crushes when he folds his smile away and locks his teeth.
●
The mornings are the worst for Junhyung. He hates it when light slips past his curtains and spreads across his bed like butter on toast. He watches himself in the bathroom mirror, this figure with mint-flavored toothpaste dribbling down his chin, shadows under his half-opened eyes and his face set in stone.
He likes to sit in his car for a little while before he starts the engine and sets off for work because it gives him time to stop thinking about anything. Then he takes the steering wheel and drives with shaky hands.
●
"Good morning."
Doojoon greets Junhyung in the narrow hallway, head tilting forwards in a bow and Junhyung turns away.
"Hey," Someone grabs his shoulder and it's Doojoon again, except he doesn't look too pleased. "I said 'good morning'."
Junhyung stares at him for a while, then shrugs Doojoon's hand away, sweeping his gloved hand over his shoulder.
"Mm."
"Wow, someone's looking cheerful this morning."
"Go away."
"A smile wouldn't hurt."
"Go. Away."
"You could add 'please' to that, and my name, while you're at it. Or have you forgotten my name already?"
This bastard.
"Please go the fuck away, and I don't give a damn about what your name is." Leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone.
"But we worked together just yesterday! You have a short memory span, don't you."
That's it, Junhyung decides, sucks in a deep breath between his grinding teeth and attempts to walk away from this.
"And a short temper too!" He hears Doojoon laugh just as he spins on his heel.
He lifts his hand up, folds his fingers down until only his middle finger is showing. Then he leaves without looking back.
Doojoon laughs even harder.
●
It's one in the afternoon. Junhyung is flipping through some patient records when the door opens and Doojoon steps into his office. Junhyung squints and folds his arms across his chest.
"You didn't knock."
"Nobody said I had to knock."
"Well, I'm telling you now."
"Well, alright then." The other man shrugs, takes his hand out of his coat pocket, curls it into a fist and taps his knuckles against the door. "There, I knocked, happy?"
"You have to knock when you're outside the door, and you can only enter when I say so."
"You're a really difficult person. You'd probably say 'no, go the fuck away' and then lock the door or something."
"You don't know me."
Doojoon grins, but Junhyung isn't looking.
"Lunch?"
"No."
"Come on. I'll pay."
"I said no."
"That's your loss," Doojoon says while shoving his hands into his coat pockets, and Junhyung hears something jingling in those pockets. "You could get gastritis and end up having to see me, it's alright. We'll see each other soon anyway."
He has one foot out the door and Junhyung can already feel his insides boiling. "Oh, by the way. I hope these are yours, because I'm going to use them." The jingling gets louder when Doojoon takes his hand out of his pocket and Junhyung sees a set of keys hanging from his finger, clinking for help.
"Hey, those are my keys, goddammit!"
Doojoon sticks his tongue out at him, then dashes off down the white hallways (knocking into a few blushing nurses on the way) when Junhyung yells and stumbles after him (more blushing nurses).
●
"No, you are not driving my car."
"Why not? Is 'no' your favourite word or something? Or do you have something against me?"
"Yes."
Doojoon sighs. This car is a little too small for two grown men.
Junhyung tries to reclaim his position as the driver, and Doojoon defends it by swatting away the other's hands and legs. The car swerves dangerously close to pedestrians on the sidewalk so Junhyung finally gives up and lets Doojoon take the wheel. It feels funny being in the passenger seat. He shifts around uneasily and Doojoon shoots him a quick sideways glance before turning up the volume of the radio.
"Hey. Where are we going?"
"Somewhere nice. And my name is not 'Hey', it's Yoon Doojoon."
"Right."
●
Lunch is war.
Doojoon snatches rice and kimchi from the table while Junhyung downs coke like there's no tomorrow. They sit at a tiny table with their legs squeezed together and their shoulders crushed against the wall. The sound of ahjummas talking at bullet speed pounds against their eardrums and Junhyung puts on his frown again. Doojoon's attempt to start a conversation with him makes him frown even more.
"We should go on vacation soon, like, a company outing, but different, you know? Just us and a few other docs and some staff, maybe go on a trip to somewhere quiet and nice for a change-" His handphone is ringing. Thank God his handphone is ringing, what good timing. Doojoon mumbles something, reaches for the ringing device and answers the phonecall.
Junhyung picks up the words 'nurse', 'Dongwoon' and 'Dr. Jang' between sips of coke before the other snaps his phone shut and sighs.
"I gotta run now, see you later!" Doojoon says and gets up, fishing for some crumpled money notes and shoving them at a passing waitress. "It's on me!" He smiles and then he's off.
Junhyung forgets that Doojoon has his keys.
●
"Contrary to popular belief, goldfish do not have a memory span of three seconds, but three months. Fascinating, isn't it?"
That's what you get when you talk to someone like Jang Hyunseung. He makes for awkward comic relief. Doojoon looks tiredly to Dongwoon, who merely stands by the side and watches with a smile plastered on his handsome face.
"So tell me, why am I here again?" He slides his knuckles against his right temple and leans back in the swivel chair.
Hyunseung takes a sip of his tea and says, "No reason. I just wanted someone to talk to."
"... ... Someone told me that you were in need of my help."
He raises an eyebrow at Dongwoon. The boy's face reddens.
"Yup. In need of your help to curb my boredom."
"... I'm leaving."
"Wait, I'm not finished!"
"You can finish what you started with your nurse here! I'm leaving!"
Dongwoon's face glows like a crimson moon.
●
In the end, Junhyung took a cab home because he couldn't get his keys from Doojoon, because he didn't know where that bastard went. When he got home, his phone rang. It was Doojoon. "Where do you live?" Before Junhyung could hang up, he added, "I have your car, remember?"
So with a heavy hand on his forehead, Junhyung spelled out his address to the man on the other line and hung up with a loud groan. What is wrong with this guy? He's loud, he makes the nurses and patients swoon and sigh (not that Junhyung doesn't, he's just more subtle with it), he steals things from him, and now he's barging into his house. He may be a good doctor to work with, but he's unpredictable and that gives Junhyung a migraine.
The doorbell rings and Junhyung slides off the couch lazily before shuffling over to open it. Doojoon enters with a box under his left arm and a pack of beer under the other. I never said you could enter my house and stay for supper, Junhyung wants to say but the words are jammed in his throat.
"Hey," He says and puts the beer on the coffee table. "Nice place you got. "
"Give me the keys."
Doojoon smiles and opens the box to reveal a large chocolate cake. "I ate them."
"... ..."
"Cake?"
"Get out."
●
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Don't make me puke."
"You're only on your fifth beer."
"Stop talking."
It's one in the morning and Junhyung hasn't managed to get rid of Doojoon. The living room is littered with empty, dented beer cans, bits of snacks and chocolate cake. He foresees an exhausting morning of cleaning and cursing.
"Do I know you well?" Junhyung suddenly asks and Doojoon stares at him curiously because this is the first time he's actually taking the initiative to talk to him.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"You look so... natural. I don't know, you act like we're best friends already." We barely know each other and here we are.
"That's why I'm asking you, do you believe in love at first sight?"
●
The floor is cold and rough when they lay upon it by the open windows and the stars are in Doojoon's teeth. Junhyung's head is a balloon floating away when Doojoon leans in closer and closer, his chapped lips brushing against Junhyung's. It tickles, kind of, and it's uncomfortable because Junhyung finally sees Doojoon's face up close. He stops breathing for a while and time freezes until Doojoon moves again.
"Good night." He whispers, running his fingers through Junhyung's dark hair before leaving quietly.
Junhyung goes to sleep after three hours of drifting in and out of consciousness. He forgets that Doojoon still has his car keys and his spare house keys now.
tbc?
yes i like to have my daily dose of awk comic relief
twojun (doojoon/junhyung) with hints of others, pg-13, unbeta'd
consider this a belated bday gift, yunsias ♥♥♥
i know i suck at things like this these days :((( i attempted a doctor/hospital!au which failed greatly
either way i hope this will make you laugh!
Junhyung is a dog chasing its own tail.
He's the train that never stops but he forgets where he's supposed to be going. See, he doesn't have a proper map or compass, all he has is his heart bursting out of his right fist, his left hand on the steering wheel, knuckles white and shaking.
He says he's always tired, he says he's sick and tired, he says he wants to take a break, but from what, he has no idea.
Maybe it's this uncomfortable feeling he gets when he's alone.
●
Doojoon has a quicksand grin.
If you look at it for too long, you'll sink right in and never come out of it. By the time you realize it, he already has your neck between his teeth. Don't worry, he won't tighten his jaw on you just yet, maybe soon, but not now.
He says he's always worried, he says it with red between his glistening gums, he says he wants to cry, but for what, he has no idea.
Maybe it's the number of hearts he crushes when he folds his smile away and locks his teeth.
●
The mornings are the worst for Junhyung. He hates it when light slips past his curtains and spreads across his bed like butter on toast. He watches himself in the bathroom mirror, this figure with mint-flavored toothpaste dribbling down his chin, shadows under his half-opened eyes and his face set in stone.
He likes to sit in his car for a little while before he starts the engine and sets off for work because it gives him time to stop thinking about anything. Then he takes the steering wheel and drives with shaky hands.
●
"Good morning."
Doojoon greets Junhyung in the narrow hallway, head tilting forwards in a bow and Junhyung turns away.
"Hey," Someone grabs his shoulder and it's Doojoon again, except he doesn't look too pleased. "I said 'good morning'."
Junhyung stares at him for a while, then shrugs Doojoon's hand away, sweeping his gloved hand over his shoulder.
"Mm."
"Wow, someone's looking cheerful this morning."
"Go away."
"A smile wouldn't hurt."
"Go. Away."
"You could add 'please' to that, and my name, while you're at it. Or have you forgotten my name already?"
This bastard.
"Please go the fuck away, and I don't give a damn about what your name is." Leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone.
"But we worked together just yesterday! You have a short memory span, don't you."
That's it, Junhyung decides, sucks in a deep breath between his grinding teeth and attempts to walk away from this.
"And a short temper too!" He hears Doojoon laugh just as he spins on his heel.
He lifts his hand up, folds his fingers down until only his middle finger is showing. Then he leaves without looking back.
Doojoon laughs even harder.
●
It's one in the afternoon. Junhyung is flipping through some patient records when the door opens and Doojoon steps into his office. Junhyung squints and folds his arms across his chest.
"You didn't knock."
"Nobody said I had to knock."
"Well, I'm telling you now."
"Well, alright then." The other man shrugs, takes his hand out of his coat pocket, curls it into a fist and taps his knuckles against the door. "There, I knocked, happy?"
"You have to knock when you're outside the door, and you can only enter when I say so."
"You're a really difficult person. You'd probably say 'no, go the fuck away' and then lock the door or something."
"You don't know me."
Doojoon grins, but Junhyung isn't looking.
"Lunch?"
"No."
"Come on. I'll pay."
"I said no."
"That's your loss," Doojoon says while shoving his hands into his coat pockets, and Junhyung hears something jingling in those pockets. "You could get gastritis and end up having to see me, it's alright. We'll see each other soon anyway."
He has one foot out the door and Junhyung can already feel his insides boiling. "Oh, by the way. I hope these are yours, because I'm going to use them." The jingling gets louder when Doojoon takes his hand out of his pocket and Junhyung sees a set of keys hanging from his finger, clinking for help.
"Hey, those are my keys, goddammit!"
Doojoon sticks his tongue out at him, then dashes off down the white hallways (knocking into a few blushing nurses on the way) when Junhyung yells and stumbles after him (more blushing nurses).
●
"No, you are not driving my car."
"Why not? Is 'no' your favourite word or something? Or do you have something against me?"
"Yes."
Doojoon sighs. This car is a little too small for two grown men.
Junhyung tries to reclaim his position as the driver, and Doojoon defends it by swatting away the other's hands and legs. The car swerves dangerously close to pedestrians on the sidewalk so Junhyung finally gives up and lets Doojoon take the wheel. It feels funny being in the passenger seat. He shifts around uneasily and Doojoon shoots him a quick sideways glance before turning up the volume of the radio.
"Hey. Where are we going?"
"Somewhere nice. And my name is not 'Hey', it's Yoon Doojoon."
"Right."
●
Lunch is war.
Doojoon snatches rice and kimchi from the table while Junhyung downs coke like there's no tomorrow. They sit at a tiny table with their legs squeezed together and their shoulders crushed against the wall. The sound of ahjummas talking at bullet speed pounds against their eardrums and Junhyung puts on his frown again. Doojoon's attempt to start a conversation with him makes him frown even more.
"We should go on vacation soon, like, a company outing, but different, you know? Just us and a few other docs and some staff, maybe go on a trip to somewhere quiet and nice for a change-" His handphone is ringing. Thank God his handphone is ringing, what good timing. Doojoon mumbles something, reaches for the ringing device and answers the phonecall.
Junhyung picks up the words 'nurse', 'Dongwoon' and 'Dr. Jang' between sips of coke before the other snaps his phone shut and sighs.
"I gotta run now, see you later!" Doojoon says and gets up, fishing for some crumpled money notes and shoving them at a passing waitress. "It's on me!" He smiles and then he's off.
Junhyung forgets that Doojoon has his keys.
●
"Contrary to popular belief, goldfish do not have a memory span of three seconds, but three months. Fascinating, isn't it?"
That's what you get when you talk to someone like Jang Hyunseung. He makes for awkward comic relief. Doojoon looks tiredly to Dongwoon, who merely stands by the side and watches with a smile plastered on his handsome face.
"So tell me, why am I here again?" He slides his knuckles against his right temple and leans back in the swivel chair.
Hyunseung takes a sip of his tea and says, "No reason. I just wanted someone to talk to."
"... ... Someone told me that you were in need of my help."
He raises an eyebrow at Dongwoon. The boy's face reddens.
"Yup. In need of your help to curb my boredom."
"... I'm leaving."
"Wait, I'm not finished!"
"You can finish what you started with your nurse here! I'm leaving!"
Dongwoon's face glows like a crimson moon.
●
In the end, Junhyung took a cab home because he couldn't get his keys from Doojoon, because he didn't know where that bastard went. When he got home, his phone rang. It was Doojoon. "Where do you live?" Before Junhyung could hang up, he added, "I have your car, remember?"
So with a heavy hand on his forehead, Junhyung spelled out his address to the man on the other line and hung up with a loud groan. What is wrong with this guy? He's loud, he makes the nurses and patients swoon and sigh (not that Junhyung doesn't, he's just more subtle with it), he steals things from him, and now he's barging into his house. He may be a good doctor to work with, but he's unpredictable and that gives Junhyung a migraine.
The doorbell rings and Junhyung slides off the couch lazily before shuffling over to open it. Doojoon enters with a box under his left arm and a pack of beer under the other. I never said you could enter my house and stay for supper, Junhyung wants to say but the words are jammed in his throat.
"Hey," He says and puts the beer on the coffee table. "Nice place you got. "
"Give me the keys."
Doojoon smiles and opens the box to reveal a large chocolate cake. "I ate them."
"... ..."
"Cake?"
"Get out."
●
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Don't make me puke."
"You're only on your fifth beer."
"Stop talking."
It's one in the morning and Junhyung hasn't managed to get rid of Doojoon. The living room is littered with empty, dented beer cans, bits of snacks and chocolate cake. He foresees an exhausting morning of cleaning and cursing.
"Do I know you well?" Junhyung suddenly asks and Doojoon stares at him curiously because this is the first time he's actually taking the initiative to talk to him.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"You look so... natural. I don't know, you act like we're best friends already." We barely know each other and here we are.
"That's why I'm asking you, do you believe in love at first sight?"
●
The floor is cold and rough when they lay upon it by the open windows and the stars are in Doojoon's teeth. Junhyung's head is a balloon floating away when Doojoon leans in closer and closer, his chapped lips brushing against Junhyung's. It tickles, kind of, and it's uncomfortable because Junhyung finally sees Doojoon's face up close. He stops breathing for a while and time freezes until Doojoon moves again.
"Good night." He whispers, running his fingers through Junhyung's dark hair before leaving quietly.
Junhyung goes to sleep after three hours of drifting in and out of consciousness. He forgets that Doojoon still has his car keys and his spare house keys now.
tbc?
yes i like to have my daily dose of awk comic relief