mblaq, seungho/joon, 4
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October 16 2011, 08:28:09 UTC
Changsun feels tired, lonely, and generally out of place. He wants to join the fun that everyone else is so obviously having, but he doesn't know where to start.
"Get a twitter, you idiot," Byunghee tells him. He pats Changsun encouragingly on the shoulder, and it feels somewhat nice, but also mostly empty.
Seungho and Chulyong have practically been attached at the hip recently, and Changsun can't help but feel mildly shafted. That used to be them, he thinks. Going to each other's houses after hours and hours at the training room, lying bonelessly on the floor's of each other's bedrooms trying to catch precious hours of sleep after dancing the day away.
He used to make Seungho laugh. A tiny little joke, and Seungho's face will light up, and Changsun's day will be made. Now it's all Chulyong, Chulyong, Chulyong and half the time Chulyong will receive a beating for his stupid remarks, but the smile on Seungho's face is always bigger than it was before and honestly... Changsun is jealous.
When Byunghee and Chulyong go to Peru for two weeks, Changsun decides to pack a bag himself.
"Where are you going?" It's 3 in the morning and Seungho makes Changsun feel like a rebellious teenager sneaking off in the dark.
"That house I bought, remember it?" Changsun says. "I think I'll stay there tonight."
Seungho knits his eyebrows. "We have to be at the salon by 7."
Changsun shrugs.
"What's wrong Changsun?" Seungho asks. His expression is unchanging, and Changsun has always hated that about him-is it wrong to show a little emotion every now and then?
Not really, he is going to say, but instead his mouth takes a life of it's own. "You've been ignoring me."
Seungho stares at him. And then he blinks. And then he laughs. Changsun grips the handle of his bag and he scowls.
"You've been ignoring me," Seungho suddenly says to him, and Changsun's expression contorts.
"You've barely been hanging out with anyone but Chulyong!" Changsun exclaims, and his voice almost breaks. Not because he's close to tears, but because he can't believe what Seungho is saying.
Seungho is still laughing. "Are you jealous?"
"No." Changsun is trying to pull a Seungho and remain poker faced, but it's hard, and if anything he's always worn his emotions clearly on his face.
Seungho smiles. "You're jealous," he repeats.
Changsun shrugs, puffing his cheeks so Seungho can't see on his face just how insecure he is feeling at the moment.
"Do you want to show me the house you bought?" Seungho suddenly asks.
Changsun looks at him warily. "It's not really furnished yet."
Seungho shrugs, and he grabs a jacket from the coat rack, and the manager's car keys from the coffee table bowl. "Come on, I'll drive," he says, grinning as he slings an arm around Changsun's shoulders.
"Get a twitter, you idiot," Byunghee tells him. He pats Changsun encouragingly on the shoulder, and it feels somewhat nice, but also mostly empty.
Seungho and Chulyong have practically been attached at the hip recently, and Changsun can't help but feel mildly shafted. That used to be them, he thinks. Going to each other's houses after hours and hours at the training room, lying bonelessly on the floor's of each other's bedrooms trying to catch precious hours of sleep after dancing the day away.
He used to make Seungho laugh. A tiny little joke, and Seungho's face will light up, and Changsun's day will be made. Now it's all Chulyong, Chulyong, Chulyong and half the time Chulyong will receive a beating for his stupid remarks, but the smile on Seungho's face is always bigger than it was before and honestly... Changsun is jealous.
When Byunghee and Chulyong go to Peru for two weeks, Changsun decides to pack a bag himself.
"Where are you going?" It's 3 in the morning and Seungho makes Changsun feel like a rebellious teenager sneaking off in the dark.
"That house I bought, remember it?" Changsun says. "I think I'll stay there tonight."
Seungho knits his eyebrows. "We have to be at the salon by 7."
Changsun shrugs.
"What's wrong Changsun?" Seungho asks. His expression is unchanging, and Changsun has always hated that about him-is it wrong to show a little emotion every now and then?
Not really, he is going to say, but instead his mouth takes a life of it's own. "You've been ignoring me."
Seungho stares at him. And then he blinks. And then he laughs. Changsun grips the handle of his bag and he scowls.
"You've been ignoring me," Seungho suddenly says to him, and Changsun's expression contorts.
"You've barely been hanging out with anyone but Chulyong!" Changsun exclaims, and his voice almost breaks. Not because he's close to tears, but because he can't believe what Seungho is saying.
Seungho is still laughing. "Are you jealous?"
"No." Changsun is trying to pull a Seungho and remain poker faced, but it's hard, and if anything he's always worn his emotions clearly on his face.
Seungho smiles. "You're jealous," he repeats.
Changsun shrugs, puffing his cheeks so Seungho can't see on his face just how insecure he is feeling at the moment.
"Do you want to show me the house you bought?" Seungho suddenly asks.
Changsun looks at him warily. "It's not really furnished yet."
Seungho shrugs, and he grabs a jacket from the coat rack, and the manager's car keys from the coffee table bowl. "Come on, I'll drive," he says, grinning as he slings an arm around Changsun's shoulders.
Changsun can't help but smile.
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