The Library
Title: The Library
Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung, a bit of Kikwang/Dongwoon
Genre: AU
Summary: Doojoon is content to secretly watch the boy at the table down the aisle.
A/N:: Here, since I haven't written in a while :)
Disclaimer: I totally own this pairing. :/
Doojoon honestly didn’t know how long he had been staring. It was only when he looked up did the teen look down.
Creeper. That was the one word than ran through Doojoon’s mind as he pretended to read his book. He leaned back into his chair and lifted the book up so that it was in front of his face, completely covering it. He waited for a little while before he peeked over the top of the book to see if his gaze was still up.
It wasn't. He had gone back to writing in his notebook.
Doojoon felt comfortable just watching him from above his book. He felt like the book was a barrier and he was invisible behind it. He watched as his hand furiously scribbled in his notebook, and it made Doojoon curious as to what he was writing. He chuckled when he saw him push his glasses up back on the bridge of his nose.
Junhyung. It was on his pencil case. Yong Junhyung.
Doojoon didn’t know if “Junhyung” was his actual name, or if one of his friends was fooling around and wrote their own name on his pencil case.
But it was a nice name, and Doojoon decided to go with it. Junhyung.
He was startled when Junhyung’s head snapped up again, scanning the library.
Doojoon knew he probably wasn’t looking at him, but his still had a minor panic attack and dropped his book on the floor. He bent down slowly to pick up the book, he eyes glancing up to see if Junhyung’s attention had averted back to his notebook.
It had. But this time he wasn’t writing. His chin rested in his left hand and he simply just spun his glasses case in circles. He eyes were focused on the content in the notebook, he was so concentrated that his eyebrows knitted together and his lips formed into a pout.
Doojoon wriggled in his chair to get comfy again, to continue observing Junhyung.
But he was stopped when Kikwang, sitting beside him, tapped him on the shoulder to ask him a question.
Doojoon was reluctant to look away from Junhyung, but he didn’t want to brush his friend off.
The question was pointless and stupid, in Doojoon’s opinion. Kikwang was asking him where, when, and how he should get his hair cut. And really, Doojoon didn’t care.
But Kikwang was damn persistant, not letting Doojoon look away from the younger’s laptop, images of different haircuts flooding the screen.
By the time Kikwang picked his perfect haircut and let Doojoon resume to doing whatever, Junhyung had left.
Doojoon frowned as he stared at the empty seat where Junhyung had previously been.
The teen sighed and tilted his head down to actually read his book.
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This time, Doojoon arrived at the library alone. He didn’t want to miss anything that Junhyung did.
When the teen settled in his usual spot and pulled out the same book from yesterday, Junhyung walked into the library and took a seat where he usually sat.
Junhyung placed his pencil case on the table first, and Doojoon noted that the side of the pencil case facing him was different than the side yesterday.
This side made Doojoon’s heart speed up a little bit, slightly breaking in two.
The whole surface of the pencil case had scribbles and random doodles etched onto it, but in the middle of the mess of drawings was a big outline of a heart, done in red sharpie marker. The words inside the heart caught Doojoon’s attention.
Junhyung ♥ Dongwoon.
Did that mean that he was in a relationship? That he was already taken? Already in love with someone else?
Doojoon couldn’t take his eyes off of that one simple doodle. He blinked a couple of times and shifted his gaze up so he was now staring at Junhyung.
Junhyung’s cell phone, sitting right beside his left elbow, vibrated, shaking violently and almost falling off the table.
He answered it, placing a hand over his mouth and the receiver to muffle his voice a bit, trying not to disturb the other people in the library.
But behind that hand, Doojoon could see a smile. It was the first time Doojoon had seen a smile from Junhyung.
Then a thought occurred. Who was on the other line? Doojoon guessed it to be Dongwoon.
Junhyung ended the call and shoved the phone into the front pocket of his bag along with his notebook and pencil case. He then looked up, turning his head around.
Doojoon swiftly lifted the book up to cover his eyes, Junhyung disappearing from his sight and being replaced with words.
I’m getting too good at this. Doojoon rolled his eyes and flipped a page, pretending to actually read the book.
Doojoon counted to fifteen, fifteen Mississippi’s, in his head before lowering the book from his face.
And of course, Junhyung, was gone.
Doojoon felt the corners of his lips fall. He blamed gravity.
But he did notice a black, rectangular object sitting on the desk where Junhyung had previously been.
Glasses. It was Junhyung’s glasses case.
Doojoon gulped, feeling his palms getting sweaty for no reason. He snapped out of his daze when the book slipped out of his hands.
He ignored it, and stood up, stepping over the book and slowing walked towards the table.
Look at me, getting nervous just by staring at a glasses case. Doojoon shook his head and pressed himself up right against the shelf of books behind him.
What am I doing? It’s a library. I don’t have to act like a spy. The teen took in a deep breath. He dashed to the table, swiped the case, and ran like a madman down the aisle of books back to his seat.
He was panting, his heart was racing and he knew his face was flushed red.
Doojoon slowly, very, very slowly, raised the case up to his eye level. It was a simple black case, he was sure Kikwang had this case too.
What should I do? Was the question that ran across Doojoon’s mind. Will he come back tomorrow? Is he looking for it right now?
His last question was answered when Junhyung suddenly appeared by the table again. His bag was on the table, the boy rummaging frantically through it. He then squatted down to peek underneath the table. He got down on all fours and crawled under the table, patting his hands around on the floor.
Doojoon didn’t know whether to laugh or not when Junhyung bumped his head on the edge of the table to stand up.
Before leaving, Junhyung checked behind him, a puzzled and worried look plastered onto his face. He held the spot he hit on his head as he left the library for the second time.
The whole time, Doojoon had a death grip on the case. Why didn’t I give it to him?
Shakily, the teen opened the case. Inside were a pair of thick, black framed glasses. The ones Junhyung wore yesterday.
I missed my chance to give it to him, to talk to him, and I blew it. How am I supposed to give it back now? Doojoon rubbed his temples.
I guess I’ll have to give it to the library.
Doojoon shuffled over to the counter where a “CHECK OUT” sign hung above it.
The lady at first was confused as to why a boy would give her a glasses case, but when Doojoon explained that someone had lost it, she accepted the item.
Doojoon picked up his book when he walked back over to his seat, stuffing the object into his backpack and leaving the library for the day.
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Kikwang tagged along to the library today, much to Doojoon’s dismay.
Doojoon loved Kikwang with all his heart, but the kid never did what you’re supposed to do in libraries. Research. Read. Study. Relax.
Well neither am I. Doojoon cringed at the thought. Lately he hadn’t been doing anything at the library either. He’d just spend his time staring at a certain boy sitting at a certain table down the aisle from where he was sitting.
On the way to the library, Kikwang had not stopped talking about this “new boy” he met yesterday, the “perfect” guy.
Doojoon nodded in response, but had completely tuned Kikwang out halfway to the library. Kikwang always met the “perfect” guy, but when Doojoon met with them, they were all guys, but none "perfect".
Once at the entrance to the library, Doojoon held the door open for Kikwang, the boy entering happily, practically skipping to their usual spot.
Doojoon sighed when his friend bumped into a tall stranger on his way to the table.
But instead of apologizing, Kikwang started to laugh.
Doojoon was caught by surprise when he hugged the stranger, and the teen almost had a heart attack when Kikwang gripped the front of the stranger’s shirt and pulled him down, smashing their lips together.
The teen knew his eyes were bugging out of his head when the stranger started kissing back; the two looked like they weren’t going to break apart anytime soon.
Kikwang never kissed random strangers.
… Or so he thought.
Doojoon, bewildered, tapped Kikwang on the shoulder, not sorry that he had interrupted the heated make out session.
Kikwang grinned, a smile that nearly blinded Doojoon, and explained that this was the “perfect” man he had met yesterday.
Yesterday.
Only a day, and the two were already undressing each other with their eyes.
Kikwang introduced Mr. Tall and Handsome as “Dongwoon”, who was a year younger than him.
A year younger? Doojoon was at least three centimetres shorter than Dongwoon. But the name struck him. Dongwoon. Where had he heard that name before?
Or rather seen.
On Junhyung’s pencil case.
Junhyung ♥ Dongwoon.
Doojoon blurted out a question he didn’t mean to ask.
But Kikwang was happy to reply, not a moment of awkward wriggled its way into the atmosphere.
He and Dongwoon were indeed dating now, as they hit it off really well yesterday. Kikwang was rambling again, telling Doojoon all about how they went to the mall, had a drink, walked around the park together…
And as usual, Doojoon blocked his voice out, pretending to be listening.
But then… The doodle on Junhyung’s pencil case?
Was this a different Dongwoon?
Doojoon tapped himself on the head.
I’m thinking too much.
But really, he wasn’t, because the very boy he had been watching for the past three days walked up to Dongwoon and lifted a book up; the cover of the book touching the tip of Dongwoon’s nose.
Dongwoon took the book from Junhyung.
Kikwang cheerfully spun Junhyung around, so the boy was facing Doojoon.
Doojoon didn’t know if they could see him slowly melting away onto the ground.
Junhyung was much cuter in person. His cheeks were big and round, and his bottom lip stuck out a little bit because of this. Doojoon smiled only slightly when he realized Junhyung was a little bit shorter than him. His black framed glasses were perched on top of his nose, the lenses making his eyes look bigger than they actually were.
So he got them back. Doojoon had a mental sigh of relief.
Kikwang introduced the two to each other, explaining that Junhyung and Dongwoon attend the same school and are practically brothers. Junhyung really loves to dance and write music, mostly raps, and he spends his time in the library doing that. Dongwoon had called Junhyung yesterday to tell him about Kikwang, and then the three hung out, just for Kikwang to get to know Junhyung.
And as Kikwang was speaking, Doojoon kept his ears open, not wanting to miss a single word his friend had to say about Junhyung.
Junhyung.
It really was his name.
Doojoon held out his hand for Junhyung to shake, hoping he wasn’t blushing.
Junhyung gripped Doojoon’s hand but didn’t shake it; instead he pulled the teen forward into a hug, chuckling and saying that if Kikwang and Dongwoon were going to be together 24/7, they should hang out too, so neither one is lonely.
Doojoon smiled, and even when Junhyung released him from his hug, the teen reluctantly let go of Junhyung’s hand.
“We should go out sometime,” Doojoon joked, praying that that didn’t sound weird. He did mean ‘go out’, as in a ‘date’, but he was sure Junhyung took it as ‘go out’, as in ‘hang out’.
“Well, I’d love too.” Junhyung pushed his glasses up his nose. “But I hope you mean ‘date’, or else we’re looking at two different books here.”
Doojoon laughed, “No, I think we’re reading the same book.”
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Author: hyuukie
Pairing: Doojoon/Junhyung, a bit of Kikwang/Dongwoon
Genre: AU
Summary: Doojoon is content to secretly watch the boy at the table down the aisle.
A/N:: Here, since I haven't written in a while :)
Disclaimer: I totally own this pairing. :/
Doojoon honestly didn’t know how long he had been staring. It was only when he looked up did the teen look down.
Creeper. That was the one word than ran through Doojoon’s mind as he pretended to read his book. He leaned back into his chair and lifted the book up so that it was in front of his face, completely covering it. He waited for a little while before he peeked over the top of the book to see if his gaze was still up.
It wasn't. He had gone back to writing in his notebook.
Doojoon felt comfortable just watching him from above his book. He felt like the book was a barrier and he was invisible behind it. He watched as his hand furiously scribbled in his notebook, and it made Doojoon curious as to what he was writing. He chuckled when he saw him push his glasses up back on the bridge of his nose.
Junhyung. It was on his pencil case. Yong Junhyung.
Doojoon didn’t know if “Junhyung” was his actual name, or if one of his friends was fooling around and wrote their own name on his pencil case.
But it was a nice name, and Doojoon decided to go with it. Junhyung.
He was startled when Junhyung’s head snapped up again, scanning the library.
Doojoon knew he probably wasn’t looking at him, but his still had a minor panic attack and dropped his book on the floor. He bent down slowly to pick up the book, he eyes glancing up to see if Junhyung’s attention had averted back to his notebook.
It had. But this time he wasn’t writing. His chin rested in his left hand and he simply just spun his glasses case in circles. He eyes were focused on the content in the notebook, he was so concentrated that his eyebrows knitted together and his lips formed into a pout.
Doojoon wriggled in his chair to get comfy again, to continue observing Junhyung.
But he was stopped when Kikwang, sitting beside him, tapped him on the shoulder to ask him a question.
Doojoon was reluctant to look away from Junhyung, but he didn’t want to brush his friend off.
The question was pointless and stupid, in Doojoon’s opinion. Kikwang was asking him where, when, and how he should get his hair cut. And really, Doojoon didn’t care.
But Kikwang was damn persistant, not letting Doojoon look away from the younger’s laptop, images of different haircuts flooding the screen.
By the time Kikwang picked his perfect haircut and let Doojoon resume to doing whatever, Junhyung had left.
Doojoon frowned as he stared at the empty seat where Junhyung had previously been.
The teen sighed and tilted his head down to actually read his book.
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This time, Doojoon arrived at the library alone. He didn’t want to miss anything that Junhyung did.
When the teen settled in his usual spot and pulled out the same book from yesterday, Junhyung walked into the library and took a seat where he usually sat.
Junhyung placed his pencil case on the table first, and Doojoon noted that the side of the pencil case facing him was different than the side yesterday.
This side made Doojoon’s heart speed up a little bit, slightly breaking in two.
The whole surface of the pencil case had scribbles and random doodles etched onto it, but in the middle of the mess of drawings was a big outline of a heart, done in red sharpie marker. The words inside the heart caught Doojoon’s attention.
Junhyung ♥ Dongwoon.
Did that mean that he was in a relationship? That he was already taken? Already in love with someone else?
Doojoon couldn’t take his eyes off of that one simple doodle. He blinked a couple of times and shifted his gaze up so he was now staring at Junhyung.
Junhyung’s cell phone, sitting right beside his left elbow, vibrated, shaking violently and almost falling off the table.
He answered it, placing a hand over his mouth and the receiver to muffle his voice a bit, trying not to disturb the other people in the library.
But behind that hand, Doojoon could see a smile. It was the first time Doojoon had seen a smile from Junhyung.
Then a thought occurred. Who was on the other line? Doojoon guessed it to be Dongwoon.
Junhyung ended the call and shoved the phone into the front pocket of his bag along with his notebook and pencil case. He then looked up, turning his head around.
Doojoon swiftly lifted the book up to cover his eyes, Junhyung disappearing from his sight and being replaced with words.
I’m getting too good at this. Doojoon rolled his eyes and flipped a page, pretending to actually read the book.
Doojoon counted to fifteen, fifteen Mississippi’s, in his head before lowering the book from his face.
And of course, Junhyung, was gone.
Doojoon felt the corners of his lips fall. He blamed gravity.
But he did notice a black, rectangular object sitting on the desk where Junhyung had previously been.
Glasses. It was Junhyung’s glasses case.
Doojoon gulped, feeling his palms getting sweaty for no reason. He snapped out of his daze when the book slipped out of his hands.
He ignored it, and stood up, stepping over the book and slowing walked towards the table.
Look at me, getting nervous just by staring at a glasses case. Doojoon shook his head and pressed himself up right against the shelf of books behind him.
What am I doing? It’s a library. I don’t have to act like a spy. The teen took in a deep breath. He dashed to the table, swiped the case, and ran like a madman down the aisle of books back to his seat.
He was panting, his heart was racing and he knew his face was flushed red.
Doojoon slowly, very, very slowly, raised the case up to his eye level. It was a simple black case, he was sure Kikwang had this case too.
What should I do? Was the question that ran across Doojoon’s mind. Will he come back tomorrow? Is he looking for it right now?
His last question was answered when Junhyung suddenly appeared by the table again. His bag was on the table, the boy rummaging frantically through it. He then squatted down to peek underneath the table. He got down on all fours and crawled under the table, patting his hands around on the floor.
Doojoon didn’t know whether to laugh or not when Junhyung bumped his head on the edge of the table to stand up.
Before leaving, Junhyung checked behind him, a puzzled and worried look plastered onto his face. He held the spot he hit on his head as he left the library for the second time.
The whole time, Doojoon had a death grip on the case. Why didn’t I give it to him?
Shakily, the teen opened the case. Inside were a pair of thick, black framed glasses. The ones Junhyung wore yesterday.
I missed my chance to give it to him, to talk to him, and I blew it. How am I supposed to give it back now? Doojoon rubbed his temples.
I guess I’ll have to give it to the library.
Doojoon shuffled over to the counter where a “CHECK OUT” sign hung above it.
The lady at first was confused as to why a boy would give her a glasses case, but when Doojoon explained that someone had lost it, she accepted the item.
Doojoon picked up his book when he walked back over to his seat, stuffing the object into his backpack and leaving the library for the day.
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Kikwang tagged along to the library today, much to Doojoon’s dismay.
Doojoon loved Kikwang with all his heart, but the kid never did what you’re supposed to do in libraries. Research. Read. Study. Relax.
Well neither am I. Doojoon cringed at the thought. Lately he hadn’t been doing anything at the library either. He’d just spend his time staring at a certain boy sitting at a certain table down the aisle from where he was sitting.
On the way to the library, Kikwang had not stopped talking about this “new boy” he met yesterday, the “perfect” guy.
Doojoon nodded in response, but had completely tuned Kikwang out halfway to the library. Kikwang always met the “perfect” guy, but when Doojoon met with them, they were all guys, but none "perfect".
Once at the entrance to the library, Doojoon held the door open for Kikwang, the boy entering happily, practically skipping to their usual spot.
Doojoon sighed when his friend bumped into a tall stranger on his way to the table.
But instead of apologizing, Kikwang started to laugh.
Doojoon was caught by surprise when he hugged the stranger, and the teen almost had a heart attack when Kikwang gripped the front of the stranger’s shirt and pulled him down, smashing their lips together.
The teen knew his eyes were bugging out of his head when the stranger started kissing back; the two looked like they weren’t going to break apart anytime soon.
Kikwang never kissed random strangers.
… Or so he thought.
Doojoon, bewildered, tapped Kikwang on the shoulder, not sorry that he had interrupted the heated make out session.
Kikwang grinned, a smile that nearly blinded Doojoon, and explained that this was the “perfect” man he had met yesterday.
Yesterday.
Only a day, and the two were already undressing each other with their eyes.
Kikwang introduced Mr. Tall and Handsome as “Dongwoon”, who was a year younger than him.
A year younger? Doojoon was at least three centimetres shorter than Dongwoon. But the name struck him. Dongwoon. Where had he heard that name before?
Or rather seen.
On Junhyung’s pencil case.
Junhyung ♥ Dongwoon.
Doojoon blurted out a question he didn’t mean to ask.
But Kikwang was happy to reply, not a moment of awkward wriggled its way into the atmosphere.
He and Dongwoon were indeed dating now, as they hit it off really well yesterday. Kikwang was rambling again, telling Doojoon all about how they went to the mall, had a drink, walked around the park together…
And as usual, Doojoon blocked his voice out, pretending to be listening.
But then… The doodle on Junhyung’s pencil case?
Was this a different Dongwoon?
Doojoon tapped himself on the head.
I’m thinking too much.
But really, he wasn’t, because the very boy he had been watching for the past three days walked up to Dongwoon and lifted a book up; the cover of the book touching the tip of Dongwoon’s nose.
Dongwoon took the book from Junhyung.
Kikwang cheerfully spun Junhyung around, so the boy was facing Doojoon.
Doojoon didn’t know if they could see him slowly melting away onto the ground.
Junhyung was much cuter in person. His cheeks were big and round, and his bottom lip stuck out a little bit because of this. Doojoon smiled only slightly when he realized Junhyung was a little bit shorter than him. His black framed glasses were perched on top of his nose, the lenses making his eyes look bigger than they actually were.
So he got them back. Doojoon had a mental sigh of relief.
Kikwang introduced the two to each other, explaining that Junhyung and Dongwoon attend the same school and are practically brothers. Junhyung really loves to dance and write music, mostly raps, and he spends his time in the library doing that. Dongwoon had called Junhyung yesterday to tell him about Kikwang, and then the three hung out, just for Kikwang to get to know Junhyung.
And as Kikwang was speaking, Doojoon kept his ears open, not wanting to miss a single word his friend had to say about Junhyung.
Junhyung.
It really was his name.
Doojoon held out his hand for Junhyung to shake, hoping he wasn’t blushing.
Junhyung gripped Doojoon’s hand but didn’t shake it; instead he pulled the teen forward into a hug, chuckling and saying that if Kikwang and Dongwoon were going to be together 24/7, they should hang out too, so neither one is lonely.
Doojoon smiled, and even when Junhyung released him from his hug, the teen reluctantly let go of Junhyung’s hand.
“We should go out sometime,” Doojoon joked, praying that that didn’t sound weird. He did mean ‘go out’, as in a ‘date’, but he was sure Junhyung took it as ‘go out’, as in ‘hang out’.
“Well, I’d love too.” Junhyung pushed his glasses up his nose. “But I hope you mean ‘date’, or else we’re looking at two different books here.”
Doojoon laughed, “No, I think we’re reading the same book.”
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