peace in a life time of war
ss501, hyunjoong/jungmin
(model!au in which hyunjoong is a model and jungmin is a make up artist and jiyeon is his sister)
869 words, warning: mentions of drug use and overdose.
It has definitely not been a really long time and I have definitely not completely forgotten this place existed. WHAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY YOU ARE SPEWING? In other words: I'm back with gaemal! I used to love SS501, especially after the db5k lawsuit broke out, but that stint in Triple S was short lived as I found beast soon enough. But I will always have love for this couple -- purely because I tend to ship my biases together... which is kind of what happened here. But yeah, for the most part I like to think its fluffy. Enjoy!
When Hyunjoong was a child, he used to stay up with Jiyeon and together they would venture through his mother's old collection of movies -- from the Breakfast Club to Pretty In Pink to anything that featured Jennifer Lopez. He'd make her popcorn, she'd collect the line of horrible drinks and together they'd fit into their shared parents room, in front of the largest television either had ever seen.
His parents were never really around for him to ever frame a proper concept of love so like most teenagers he'd base what he knew, what he wanted, what he deserved around what happened in the films and more often than not he'd project his hopes onto the rather quirky, unusual characters of the film. Something Jiyeon quietly laughed about.
He used to think that one day he'd be swept off his feet, fall hopelessly in love with a stranger across a smoke filled room that's blaring music he doesn't recognise. They be everything and anything he was looking for and so much more. He used to think that one day he'd find his other piece. The pesky little corner of his 5000 thousand piece being that in at the moment seemed unimportant but when finally found is in fact one of the most important pieces of all; it brings the being together and makes it the perfect puzzle it was created to be.
He searched for his piece relentlessly in every person that he thought viable and in the end would get hurt. But with heartbreak after heartbreak behind him, Hyunjoong slowly closed off all the hopes of ever finding that person. His piece. He'd think, what was the point when all anyone wanted to do was hurt him? And for the regularly bubbly model, it was hard to really hurt him at all. Jiyeon would always worry over his crashing psyche, especially when he'd call home and announce he was in another country -- having left without warning to anyone. God forbid something bad would happen to him but he'd brush it off and assure he knew what he was doing. He was a silent sufferer, after all.
The topic was brought up, naturally, in the small circle of friends that he managed to keep in the modelling industry (which was a feat on its own) and whilst most friends would laugh and giggle at his perception or pat his shoulder comfortingly in support, it was Jungmin that didn't. He'd always smile, or the best that the make up artist could do, before patting Hyunjoong on the shoulder and leading him out of wherever they were to a quiet place.
Hyunjoong will be the first to admit that he was an open book and that secrets were never really kept secrets around him. Somehow though, Jungmin delved into his childhood, his upbringing, his teenaged days and saw every piece of him. His parents divorce, his mother's death, the day that he came out, the day he was recognised and ridiculed for it. Everything that had happened to Hyunjoong, from smiles shared across a runway to a friendly wave with a fan, Jungmin knew it all.
It seemed natural and yet it didn't how easily they fell into their relationship. Hyunjoong would turn up at his apartment after every show and they'd share a cup of tea and Jungmin would play with his new make up before falling asleep on the couch. They'd share friday night regrets, saturday memories and sunday dinners with the nearest and dearest. They worked around each other, accepted each flaw for what it was and although most of it was silent and instinctive, they shared that smile that told the other -- i'm really happy to have you in my life.
And eventually, it just happened. They'd kissed before, fooled around more times than not but never once had they ever initiated anything more. It was after a particularly bad show and Hyunjoong was running on more cocaine than he had had in a while and yet the way that Jungmin's cheeks rode in the dimlight made Hyunjoong realise that high, drunk or sober, he didn't want anyone but Jungmin.
He was his piece. The pesky corner that had a drawer of his things at Hyunjoong's place, a collection of morning utensils in his bathroom and filled his pantry with things that Hyunjoong didn't actually like. The pesky little corner that was at all of his shows, whether he was working or not, came with him to visit his mother's grave and knew all of his friends.
And when he woke up the next morning, he was glad that Jungmin's relieved face was the first thing he saw.
(Where am I?
The hospital, idiot. You almost OD'd last night.
Oh.
Yeah.
I love you, by the way. Don't know and don't care if you don't love me back. I just wanted you to know.
I love you too, Hyunjoong.
Really?
Every bit of you.
Even the bit that almost overdosed last night even though you told me to quit?
Do you not understand what every bit means or do I need to hit you across the head.
I'm really lucky to have you.
I know.)
(model!au in which hyunjoong is a model and jungmin is a make up artist and jiyeon is his sister)
869 words, warning: mentions of drug use and overdose.
It has definitely not been a really long time and I have definitely not completely forgotten this place existed. WHAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY YOU ARE SPEWING? In other words: I'm back with gaemal! I used to love SS501, especially after the db5k lawsuit broke out, but that stint in Triple S was short lived as I found beast soon enough. But I will always have love for this couple -- purely because I tend to ship my biases together... which is kind of what happened here. But yeah, for the most part I like to think its fluffy. Enjoy!
When Hyunjoong was a child, he used to stay up with Jiyeon and together they would venture through his mother's old collection of movies -- from the Breakfast Club to Pretty In Pink to anything that featured Jennifer Lopez. He'd make her popcorn, she'd collect the line of horrible drinks and together they'd fit into their shared parents room, in front of the largest television either had ever seen.
His parents were never really around for him to ever frame a proper concept of love so like most teenagers he'd base what he knew, what he wanted, what he deserved around what happened in the films and more often than not he'd project his hopes onto the rather quirky, unusual characters of the film. Something Jiyeon quietly laughed about.
He used to think that one day he'd be swept off his feet, fall hopelessly in love with a stranger across a smoke filled room that's blaring music he doesn't recognise. They be everything and anything he was looking for and so much more. He used to think that one day he'd find his other piece. The pesky little corner of his 5000 thousand piece being that in at the moment seemed unimportant but when finally found is in fact one of the most important pieces of all; it brings the being together and makes it the perfect puzzle it was created to be.
He searched for his piece relentlessly in every person that he thought viable and in the end would get hurt. But with heartbreak after heartbreak behind him, Hyunjoong slowly closed off all the hopes of ever finding that person. His piece. He'd think, what was the point when all anyone wanted to do was hurt him? And for the regularly bubbly model, it was hard to really hurt him at all. Jiyeon would always worry over his crashing psyche, especially when he'd call home and announce he was in another country -- having left without warning to anyone. God forbid something bad would happen to him but he'd brush it off and assure he knew what he was doing. He was a silent sufferer, after all.
The topic was brought up, naturally, in the small circle of friends that he managed to keep in the modelling industry (which was a feat on its own) and whilst most friends would laugh and giggle at his perception or pat his shoulder comfortingly in support, it was Jungmin that didn't. He'd always smile, or the best that the make up artist could do, before patting Hyunjoong on the shoulder and leading him out of wherever they were to a quiet place.
Hyunjoong will be the first to admit that he was an open book and that secrets were never really kept secrets around him. Somehow though, Jungmin delved into his childhood, his upbringing, his teenaged days and saw every piece of him. His parents divorce, his mother's death, the day that he came out, the day he was recognised and ridiculed for it. Everything that had happened to Hyunjoong, from smiles shared across a runway to a friendly wave with a fan, Jungmin knew it all.
It seemed natural and yet it didn't how easily they fell into their relationship. Hyunjoong would turn up at his apartment after every show and they'd share a cup of tea and Jungmin would play with his new make up before falling asleep on the couch. They'd share friday night regrets, saturday memories and sunday dinners with the nearest and dearest. They worked around each other, accepted each flaw for what it was and although most of it was silent and instinctive, they shared that smile that told the other -- i'm really happy to have you in my life.
And eventually, it just happened. They'd kissed before, fooled around more times than not but never once had they ever initiated anything more. It was after a particularly bad show and Hyunjoong was running on more cocaine than he had had in a while and yet the way that Jungmin's cheeks rode in the dimlight made Hyunjoong realise that high, drunk or sober, he didn't want anyone but Jungmin.
He was his piece. The pesky corner that had a drawer of his things at Hyunjoong's place, a collection of morning utensils in his bathroom and filled his pantry with things that Hyunjoong didn't actually like. The pesky little corner that was at all of his shows, whether he was working or not, came with him to visit his mother's grave and knew all of his friends.
And when he woke up the next morning, he was glad that Jungmin's relieved face was the first thing he saw.
(Where am I?
The hospital, idiot. You almost OD'd last night.
Oh.
Yeah.
I love you, by the way. Don't know and don't care if you don't love me back. I just wanted you to know.
I love you too, Hyunjoong.
Really?
Every bit of you.
Even the bit that almost overdosed last night even though you told me to quit?
Do you not understand what every bit means or do I need to hit you across the head.
I'm really lucky to have you.
I know.)