Princess, the Killer's Not My Enemy
Title: Princess, the Killer’s Not My Enemy
Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 1,040
Summary: A fight makes Dongwoon sick.
“Doojoon?”
“What do you want?” grumped Doojoon to an irritated Kikwang. Kiki was blowing up his phone for four days, either to be an annoyance, or… to be an annoyance. The two have always been studded fists up one another’s asses, and things only got worse when Doojoon began dating Dongwoon, and shredding bits of his heart in the process. Kiki wasn’t jealous, no. The very moment his pupils set on the younger boy’s softer pair, he felt incredibly obliged to protect Dongwoon’s golden core. Doojoon became a threat to that core; Therefore, Kikwang became a threat to Doojoon.
“Doojoon where are you?”
“Who wants to know?”
Kikwang huffed. “Look. Cut the crap. Whatever shit you did to Dongwoon, you need to make up for it. Now.”
“As usual, it’s automatically my fault.”
“Doojo-”
“-No, listen. As soon as he starts cryin’ and whinin’, you guys instantly take his side. You never hear me out. You never give me a goddamn chance to say what I’ve gotta say. I’m always the bad guy every time we fight, and I’m sick of you all riding me.”
“Because you’re the one in the wrong, Doojoon! Nine times out of ten, Dongwoon has a reason to be pissed and cry and whine.”
Doojoon’s eyes shot to the ceiling before they rolled about in their hollowed sockets. Kikwang continued his speech.
“He’s been vomiting all week since you left, and I’m trying to figure out how because he won’t eat. He sleeps all day. He’s been trying to sweat out his fever for days. He’s sick, Doojoon, and we’re all worried.”
“And? The fuck that’s got to do with me?”
“What’s it got to do with-He’s your lover!”
“But he said he never wanted to see my face ‘ever-fucking-again.’ So I’m giving him what he wants.”
“Doojoon. You… you cannot be that callous. He’s sick. Seriously sick. Nobody knows what’s wrong, and you ignoring him isn’t making him any better. Put all of that bullshit and whatever else happened between you two behind you and come back. Our Woonie’s not well, and regardless of what’s been said, I know… he’d love nothing more than to see your face.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Whenever he does talk, he doesn’t ask for food or water… Your name is all he ever says. He wants you there. He moans for you in his sleep.”
“None of that means anything.”
Kikwang’s final straw was pretzel bent.
“……You know what? You’re such a fucking loser. I’m sitting here telling you that your goddamn boyfriend’s laid up in bed with a temp and all you can do is sass me, harp, and bitch about how you’re the victim in all this. I should’ve never let Woonie get involved with you. When you feel like your balls have dropped and you’re not pouting like a damn brat, then you can come see Woon. Until then, don’t even think about coming fucking near here, or I might have to deal with you myself.”
It is a wonder that Kikwang didn’t bash in his thumb as he mashed “End” on the glass screen of his phone.
“Is he coming?” anxiously asked a stand-by Yoseob. He’d been tuning in to the conversation at Kikwang’s right side; he simultaneously gave his attention to a feverish, bedridden, clammy Dongwoon, patting the ice-cold rag spread about his temple.
“Fucking no,” Kikwang replied.
Hyunseung emanated a shriek that an irate parakeet would probably produce… “And why not!?”
Kikwang shoved his cell in his back pocket.
“’Cause he’s a fucking child. I swear, all he cares about is that new bitch and his job. I tried to tell Woon he was bad news, but does anybody listen to Lee Kikwang?” Kikwang raised his hands, “Does anybody listen to Lee Kikwang? No. Now look at him…”
A pallid, fragile Dongwoon was neck deep, cocooned in damp blankets. His hair, too, was dark and moist with his sweat. Washing it did it no good. Wiping his body down did not good. The entire week his body had been trying to sweat out his fever, and failing every time. His hyungs were naturally worried for their little Dongwoonie. They monitored his progress-or lack thereof-every minute of every hour of every day. When he and Doojoon became an item, he moved out of the apartment he shared with the three to live with his newfound love. The trio would only hear from him if Doojoon was being unreasonable, as he every so often was. They invited him back in when Dongwoon came bawling at their doorstep at two in the morning, and recently, Dongwoon was contemplating moving back in with his old housemates.
“I wonder what happened…” softly wondered Yoseob.
“I don’t care what happened. None of that should even matter! Woon’s sick and he can’t even come down to see him? That’s just wrong. Wrong and childish. If Woonie gets any worse, I’ll handle Doojoon myself.”
“But still… What could’ve gone down that was sooo bad, Doojoon wouldn’t even come and see Woonie?” Hyunseung further dug, “I really believe if Woon just hears his voice, he would get better.”
“We’re going to be waiting for a long time… then Woon’s gonna be sick for a long time,” Kikwang’s brown eyes saddened when they looked over the fixed body of his dearest friend, like an ailing princess in her sarcophagus. Kiki kneeled beside him, “Dongwoon… just let go of him. Let go of him and come back to us.”
I’ve been on this rock for as long as I can remember. Maybe for a month. Maybe for a year. I don’t know. This rock is all I know… all I have.
It’s the only earth in sight. Surrounding me and my rock is endless ocean. Above are endless, dark clouds. Discerning between day and night is impossible. The wind screams, the waves tower, the thunder cackles, the rain pours. It’s never ending.
I’ve been praying that Doojoon will come and save me. It seems like I have been doing that for millennia.
But still I wait. I believe in the heart. I believe in his. So I must wait.
Even in this darkness, I will wait.
Related Fic(s): Friends Forever, yeah. [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG)
It's Mister Steal Yo' Girl [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 1,040
Summary: A fight makes Dongwoon sick.
“Doojoon?”
“What do you want?” grumped Doojoon to an irritated Kikwang. Kiki was blowing up his phone for four days, either to be an annoyance, or… to be an annoyance. The two have always been studded fists up one another’s asses, and things only got worse when Doojoon began dating Dongwoon, and shredding bits of his heart in the process. Kiki wasn’t jealous, no. The very moment his pupils set on the younger boy’s softer pair, he felt incredibly obliged to protect Dongwoon’s golden core. Doojoon became a threat to that core; Therefore, Kikwang became a threat to Doojoon.
“Doojoon where are you?”
“Who wants to know?”
Kikwang huffed. “Look. Cut the crap. Whatever shit you did to Dongwoon, you need to make up for it. Now.”
“As usual, it’s automatically my fault.”
“Doojo-”
“-No, listen. As soon as he starts cryin’ and whinin’, you guys instantly take his side. You never hear me out. You never give me a goddamn chance to say what I’ve gotta say. I’m always the bad guy every time we fight, and I’m sick of you all riding me.”
“Because you’re the one in the wrong, Doojoon! Nine times out of ten, Dongwoon has a reason to be pissed and cry and whine.”
Doojoon’s eyes shot to the ceiling before they rolled about in their hollowed sockets. Kikwang continued his speech.
“He’s been vomiting all week since you left, and I’m trying to figure out how because he won’t eat. He sleeps all day. He’s been trying to sweat out his fever for days. He’s sick, Doojoon, and we’re all worried.”
“And? The fuck that’s got to do with me?”
“What’s it got to do with-He’s your lover!”
“But he said he never wanted to see my face ‘ever-fucking-again.’ So I’m giving him what he wants.”
“Doojoon. You… you cannot be that callous. He’s sick. Seriously sick. Nobody knows what’s wrong, and you ignoring him isn’t making him any better. Put all of that bullshit and whatever else happened between you two behind you and come back. Our Woonie’s not well, and regardless of what’s been said, I know… he’d love nothing more than to see your face.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Whenever he does talk, he doesn’t ask for food or water… Your name is all he ever says. He wants you there. He moans for you in his sleep.”
“None of that means anything.”
Kikwang’s final straw was pretzel bent.
“……You know what? You’re such a fucking loser. I’m sitting here telling you that your goddamn boyfriend’s laid up in bed with a temp and all you can do is sass me, harp, and bitch about how you’re the victim in all this. I should’ve never let Woonie get involved with you. When you feel like your balls have dropped and you’re not pouting like a damn brat, then you can come see Woon. Until then, don’t even think about coming fucking near here, or I might have to deal with you myself.”
It is a wonder that Kikwang didn’t bash in his thumb as he mashed “End” on the glass screen of his phone.
“Is he coming?” anxiously asked a stand-by Yoseob. He’d been tuning in to the conversation at Kikwang’s right side; he simultaneously gave his attention to a feverish, bedridden, clammy Dongwoon, patting the ice-cold rag spread about his temple.
“Fucking no,” Kikwang replied.
Hyunseung emanated a shriek that an irate parakeet would probably produce… “And why not!?”
Kikwang shoved his cell in his back pocket.
“’Cause he’s a fucking child. I swear, all he cares about is that new bitch and his job. I tried to tell Woon he was bad news, but does anybody listen to Lee Kikwang?” Kikwang raised his hands, “Does anybody listen to Lee Kikwang? No. Now look at him…”
A pallid, fragile Dongwoon was neck deep, cocooned in damp blankets. His hair, too, was dark and moist with his sweat. Washing it did it no good. Wiping his body down did not good. The entire week his body had been trying to sweat out his fever, and failing every time. His hyungs were naturally worried for their little Dongwoonie. They monitored his progress-or lack thereof-every minute of every hour of every day. When he and Doojoon became an item, he moved out of the apartment he shared with the three to live with his newfound love. The trio would only hear from him if Doojoon was being unreasonable, as he every so often was. They invited him back in when Dongwoon came bawling at their doorstep at two in the morning, and recently, Dongwoon was contemplating moving back in with his old housemates.
“I wonder what happened…” softly wondered Yoseob.
“I don’t care what happened. None of that should even matter! Woon’s sick and he can’t even come down to see him? That’s just wrong. Wrong and childish. If Woonie gets any worse, I’ll handle Doojoon myself.”
“But still… What could’ve gone down that was sooo bad, Doojoon wouldn’t even come and see Woonie?” Hyunseung further dug, “I really believe if Woon just hears his voice, he would get better.”
“We’re going to be waiting for a long time… then Woon’s gonna be sick for a long time,” Kikwang’s brown eyes saddened when they looked over the fixed body of his dearest friend, like an ailing princess in her sarcophagus. Kiki kneeled beside him, “Dongwoon… just let go of him. Let go of him and come back to us.”
I’ve been on this rock for as long as I can remember. Maybe for a month. Maybe for a year. I don’t know. This rock is all I know… all I have.
It’s the only earth in sight. Surrounding me and my rock is endless ocean. Above are endless, dark clouds. Discerning between day and night is impossible. The wind screams, the waves tower, the thunder cackles, the rain pours. It’s never ending.
I’ve been praying that Doojoon will come and save me. It seems like I have been doing that for millennia.
But still I wait. I believe in the heart. I believe in his. So I must wait.
Even in this darkness, I will wait.
Related Fic(s): Friends Forever, yeah. [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG)
It's Mister Steal Yo' Girl [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)