2pm; chansung/junho; #4 pt 1/2
anonymous
September 28 2011, 01:29:03 UTC
Homophobia. It’s a problem that has bothered Junho for a long time. There are countless quotes about it, how only homo sapiens are homophobic, how only people choose to hate, how only people have wars. He’s not the wisest of people, he knows this for sure, but he’s also not a douche bag, not when it counts. He’s not homophobic.
“I’m not homophobic,” he says, looking directly at the camera in an interview.
“So are you gay?” The interviewer asks, forward.
Junho opens his mouth to respond, and mulls over his answer a second too long. He doesn’t like to deal with definitives. He’s seen it happen where the straightest person can fall in love with someone of the same gender. But does he qualify them as gay?
Nichkhun nudges him in the elbow.
“I’m not,” he says with an easy smile.
After the interview, the producer sighs at him and claps him on the back. “We’ll edit that last question out, okay?”
“Why?” Junho asks, raising an eyebrow above his hairline as he wipes foundation off his cheek.
“We want to avoid rumors, Junho ssi,” the man says in a matter of fact tone, and then Chansung ropes his arm around Junho’s neck and pulls him along towards the changing room with him. Chansung’s arm is warm against his back, his hand his heavy on his shoulder. He leans against him ever so slightly as they walk along in silence.
“Do you think I’m homophobic?” He asks, sullen. He keeps getting asked the same questions, over and over again.
“Who, you?” Chansung laughs, mussing his hair with a warm hand. “Yeah right,” he snorts. “If you were I couldn’t do this,” he says and slobbers all over his cheek.
“Ewww, gross!” Junho jerks out of his hold and wipes at his cheek with the back of his hand. Chansung takes off down the hallway after the other members with a bark of a laugh. “Chansung-yah!” He shouts, tearing off after him and leaping on his back when he catches up.
It shouldn't bother him so much, that one interview, but it still does, weeks later. He’s watching Chansung filming for his part in a cf shooting with a can of coke in one hand. Chansung is being all sorts of suave and cool and the complete opposite of himself. Or he is until he sees Junho watching and grins at him with a smile that shoots sunshine into his heart. Junho dribbles coke down his front when he smiles back, much to the disdain of the stylist.
It’s this moment, while getting his clothes urgently patted down because they’re worth more than his entire life savings, that he realizes that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t have told the camera that he isn’t gay, after all.
It’s not like doesn’t believe in boundaries. Gay people are gay and straight people are straight, and he can be friends with both and even if he doesn’t see exactly what they like, it usually doesn’t bother him. But then the grey lines start to blur, and he starts to think he’s probably in trouble when he gets himself off in the shower while thinking of Chansung.
But he’s Lee Junho, and he’s not allowed to be gay. That’s what he told the cameras, so that’s what has to be, and it doesn’t matter if he’s dying inside, because he should’t be acting like this anyway. He wears his “love not homophobia” shirt and pretends he’s just like anyone else who wants to spread the love, when he really just has no idea what he wants anymore.
Re: 2pm; chansung/junho; #4 pt 2/2
anonymous
September 28 2011, 01:29:45 UTC
One night, he goes drinking with Chansung, which is probably the biggest mistake in the world, because Chansung is a big huge puppy who can’t hold his drink at all, which is kind of hilarious, when you think of how huge he is.
“Come on, you ape,” he says, pulling Chansung along by the crook of his elbow so that he can’t run off into the street.
“I love the stars,” Chansung says, throwing his arms up towards the sky and squinting at it.
“What stars?” Junho asks, cranky because he didn’t even get drunk and he’s already being forced to drag Chansung home, and also because it’s really hard for Chansung to sit still when he’s sober, let alone now.
“I love the city, I love the lights, I love you,” Chansung grins, throwing his arms around Junho and nearly pulling him down to the pavement from the force of his body.
“That’s nice,” Junho grumbles, trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks or how hot Chansung’s breath is or how close his face is - how his huge nose is bumping his cheek. “Oh my god, Chansungie, how much did you drink?”
“Enough,” Chansung singsongs, and plants a kiss on Junho’s cheek with a happy laugh. “I love you!” He says again, and Junho’s stomach churns.
“I love you too,” he mumbles, wrapping an arm around Chansung’s waist to pull him along. “Come on,” he frowns when Chansung anchors himself to the street. “What now?” He asks, looking back.
“You love me?” Chansung’s eyes are huge when they stare at him.
Junho swallows hard. “You know I do.”
“Then kiss me,” Chansung grins, excited. He leans forward more, until all Junho can see is his face. “Do it,” he grins.
Junho flushes from head to toe, “I don’t want too.”
“You do,” Chansung’s hands have found his waist. “You really do, I know it.”
Junho closes his eyes, “Chansung, I’m not...” Chansung’s lips are soft and warm on his, shutting him up before he can stammer out more excuses. His hands spring to Chansung’s shoulders, but he doesn’t pull him away, he even closes his eyes as Chansung pushes his tongue into his mouth and sweeps the roof of his mouth. When he pulls back he even nips at his bottom lip a little.
“There,” Chansung grins when he pulls away. “It’s nice, right?” He grabs Junho’s hand and pulls him along. “You don’t have to be gay, right?” Junho swallows hard, fighting back the lump in his throat.
“Right,” he whispers, and feels like he just might have broken his own heart.
directly inspired by the thread above lol, ilu junho ♥
“I’m not homophobic,” he says, looking directly at the camera in an interview.
“So are you gay?” The interviewer asks, forward.
Junho opens his mouth to respond, and mulls over his answer a second too long. He doesn’t like to deal with definitives. He’s seen it happen where the straightest person can fall in love with someone of the same gender. But does he qualify them as gay?
Nichkhun nudges him in the elbow.
“I’m not,” he says with an easy smile.
After the interview, the producer sighs at him and claps him on the back. “We’ll edit that last question out, okay?”
“Why?” Junho asks, raising an eyebrow above his hairline as he wipes foundation off his cheek.
“We want to avoid rumors, Junho ssi,” the man says in a matter of fact tone, and then Chansung ropes his arm around Junho’s neck and pulls him along towards the changing room with him. Chansung’s arm is warm against his back, his hand his heavy on his shoulder. He leans against him ever so slightly as they walk along in silence.
“Do you think I’m homophobic?” He asks, sullen. He keeps getting asked the same questions, over and over again.
“Who, you?” Chansung laughs, mussing his hair with a warm hand. “Yeah right,” he snorts. “If you were I couldn’t do this,” he says and slobbers all over his cheek.
“Ewww, gross!” Junho jerks out of his hold and wipes at his cheek with the back of his hand. Chansung takes off down the hallway after the other members with a bark of a laugh. “Chansung-yah!” He shouts, tearing off after him and leaping on his back when he catches up.
It shouldn't bother him so much, that one interview, but it still does, weeks later. He’s watching Chansung filming for his part in a cf shooting with a can of coke in one hand. Chansung is being all sorts of suave and cool and the complete opposite of himself. Or he is until he sees Junho watching and grins at him with a smile that shoots sunshine into his heart. Junho dribbles coke down his front when he smiles back, much to the disdain of the stylist.
It’s this moment, while getting his clothes urgently patted down because they’re worth more than his entire life savings, that he realizes that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t have told the camera that he isn’t gay, after all.
It’s not like doesn’t believe in boundaries. Gay people are gay and straight people are straight, and he can be friends with both and even if he doesn’t see exactly what they like, it usually doesn’t bother him. But then the grey lines start to blur, and he starts to think he’s probably in trouble when he gets himself off in the shower while thinking of Chansung.
But he’s Lee Junho, and he’s not allowed to be gay. That’s what he told the cameras, so that’s what has to be, and it doesn’t matter if he’s dying inside, because he should’t be acting like this anyway. He wears his “love not homophobia” shirt and pretends he’s just like anyone else who wants to spread the love, when he really just has no idea what he wants anymore.
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“Come on, you ape,” he says, pulling Chansung along by the crook of his elbow so that he can’t run off into the street.
“I love the stars,” Chansung says, throwing his arms up towards the sky and squinting at it.
“What stars?” Junho asks, cranky because he didn’t even get drunk and he’s already being forced to drag Chansung home, and also because it’s really hard for Chansung to sit still when he’s sober, let alone now.
“I love the city, I love the lights, I love you,” Chansung grins, throwing his arms around Junho and nearly pulling him down to the pavement from the force of his body.
“That’s nice,” Junho grumbles, trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks or how hot Chansung’s breath is or how close his face is - how his huge nose is bumping his cheek. “Oh my god, Chansungie, how much did you drink?”
“Enough,” Chansung singsongs, and plants a kiss on Junho’s cheek with a happy laugh. “I love you!” He says again, and Junho’s stomach churns.
“I love you too,” he mumbles, wrapping an arm around Chansung’s waist to pull him along. “Come on,” he frowns when Chansung anchors himself to the street. “What now?” He asks, looking back.
“You love me?” Chansung’s eyes are huge when they stare at him.
Junho swallows hard. “You know I do.”
“Then kiss me,” Chansung grins, excited. He leans forward more, until all Junho can see is his face. “Do it,” he grins.
Junho flushes from head to toe, “I don’t want too.”
“You do,” Chansung’s hands have found his waist. “You really do, I know it.”
Junho closes his eyes, “Chansung, I’m not...” Chansung’s lips are soft and warm on his, shutting him up before he can stammer out more excuses. His hands spring to Chansung’s shoulders, but he doesn’t pull him away, he even closes his eyes as Chansung pushes his tongue into his mouth and sweeps the roof of his mouth. When he pulls back he even nips at his bottom lip a little.
“There,” Chansung grins when he pulls away. “It’s nice, right?” He grabs Junho’s hand and pulls him along. “You don’t have to be gay, right?” Junho swallows hard, fighting back the lump in his throat.
“Right,” he whispers, and feels like he just might have broken his own heart.
directly inspired by the thread above lol, ilu junho ♥
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