inbox #10
inbox #10
1. exo/shinee, taemin/kai, president and vice president of the high school anime club, any rating
2. yge/2ne1, hayi/minji, hayi can't dance, minji teaches her how, any rating
3. big bang, gd/top, they enlist at the same time and go through boot camp together, any rating
4. 2ne1, cl/any, hs au, cl is a varsity sports hotshot, any rating
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1. exo/shinee, taemin/kai, president and vice president of the high school anime club, any rating
2. yge/2ne1, hayi/minji, hayi can't dance, minji teaches her how, any rating
3. big bang, gd/top, they enlist at the same time and go through boot camp together, any rating
4. 2ne1, cl/any, hs au, cl is a varsity sports hotshot, any rating
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Seunghyun tosses and turns every few seconds, the rustling of his blankets and creaking of the springs echoing in the room. Every now and then a turn is accompanied by a groan or sigh.
“Hyung,” Jiyong whipsers. Seunghyun doesn't answer. “Hyung,” Jiyong whispers again more sharply, sitting up in his bed.
“What?” Seunghyun replies.
“Why are you moving so much? Stay still, go to sleep,” Jiyong says.
“I... can't,” Seunghyun replies, his words awkwardly choked. And then he turns once again.
Jiyong lies back down, not sure what to reply or what to do. He hears the bed creak again.
Jiyong sits back up. “Are you okay over there?” he whispers.
There's a long pause before Seunghyun replies, “... No... I don't know?”
Jiyong gets up and goes across the room to Seunghyun's bed. Without a word he crawls into the bed, facing him. Seunghyun groans in protest before Jiyong shushes him.
“What's wrong?” Jiyong asks as he smooths a hand over Seunghyun's buzz cut.
“I don't know? My chest kinda hurts,” Seunghyun says as he rubs the front of his shirt.
“Your heart?” Jiyong asks.
“Yeah, kinda. I guess,” Seunghyun says.
“Like how? Are you actually having a heart attack or what?” Jiyong asks, moving to feel Seunghyun's forehead.
“No, my right arm doesn't hurt. Your arm is supposed to hurt when you have one of those right?” Seunghyun says.
“Yeah, I think so,” Jiyong says. “You feel a little sweaty though.”
Seunghyun groans and Jiyong gently shushes him again. He cradles Seunghyun to his chest, softly rubbing his back as he holds him. Seunghyun hesitates for a moment before clinging to Jiyong, his fingers digging, pulling at Jiyong's night shirt.
It reminds Jiyong of when Big Bang were rookies and would all sleep together. Sometimes waking up in the morning cuddling and awkwardly laughing it off. Sometimes doing it on purpose because someone had a bad day and really needed the comfort.
“I think you're just stressed out. Sometimes I get pains when I'm stressed,” Jiyong says.
“It hurts, god,” Seunghyun says with a sigh.
“I know, I know,” Jiyong says softly as he begins to rock them a little. He pets Seunghyun's hair again. “Just try to sleep.”
“Okay, but please don't leave me,” Seunghyun says.
“I won't.”
Jiyong knows, tomorrow they'll be in trouble. Either because Hyunwook or Sangjun will tell their sergeant or because their sergeant will catch them. Jiyong wonders what the punishment is for cuddling with one of your dorm mates? Probably something involving running.
He sighs and forces himself not to think about it.
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During the beginning of the first set of exercises that morning, Jiyong sees Seunghyun talking to an officer instead of doing jumping jacks. Jiyong loses his footing watching Seunghyun walking away with said officer. He doesn't know where Seunghyun goes seeing as he's immediately forced into doing an extra set instead.
Jiyong doesn't see Seunghyun until that evening, when he returns from dinner. He didn't even see Seunghyun in the canteen either, so something must be up.
He walks into their dorm to find Seunghyun in his civilian clothes.
“What's going on?”
Seunghyun smiles. “I'm leaving. I'm not cut out for this shit,” he says as he makes his bed one last time, still not tucking in the corners.
“What?” Jiyong says.
“I went and talked to the recruitment officer. He even agreed I don't have the discipline for the army. I'm gonna go do some another boring government job. I've been getting yelled at and doing paper work all day for it. Gave them a nice fat check, too.” Seunghyun waves a hand as he talks, like they're fucking gossiping over tea.
“Wow, I fucking hate you. You couldn't even stick out a few weeks of physical training, seriously?” Jiyong says with a glare.
“Don't be pissy, Jiyong. You and I both know I'm miserable here--”
“And you think I'm not?! You think any of us want to be here?” Jiyong says, arms outstretched at the sides. “You said we should do this together!”
Seunghyun stares at the ground as Jiyong's arms fall back to his sides. They stand in silence as Jiyong tries really hard not to cry out of frustration, out of sadness, out of loneliness.
Suddenly Hyunwook enters the room, he stops a few steps from the door, eying the situation.
“I'm gonna go,” Seunghyun says and walks right past the both of them. Jiyong doesn't watch him leave.
Hyunwook snickers as he heads for his bunk. “Lover's quarrel?”
Jiyong snaps, grabs him by the back collar and pulls. “Listen here you little shit,” Jiyong says through his teeth. “You fucking talk like that to me again and I'll fucking punch your teeth out.” With that Jiyong pushes him forward.
“Geez,” Hyunwook says, rubbing the back of his neck and retreating to his bed.
Jiyong feels like he should apologize, but only for a second. He sits on his own bed and begins to undo his boots. Suddenly his hand feels wet, and then his vision starts to blur.
Jiyong tries to cry quietly, but can't hold back the sniffles.
He doesn't pull his boots off before curling into the fetal position in his bed.
He doesn't pull up the blankets.
He doesn't wipe his eyes.
And he pretends he doesn't care.
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