Lonely; KiWoonSeob (PG)
Title: Lonely
Pairing: KiWoonSeob
Genre: Friendship, comfort
Rating: PG (for ~*~homoerotic tendencies~*~)
Length: 1,441 words
Yoseob was especially tired today. The day before, he practiced as usual, ate as usual, slept a considerable amount of time, and woke up at a reasonable hour. The problem rested in Yoseob's bedmates for the time being. It's not that he didn't like Junhyung or Hyunseung, quite the opposite. They were just...
Loud.
The fan meeting was starting soon, and he needed to wake up, be alert, give his all for his fans today. Sneaking away from the coordinators' teasing combs, rough brushes, and intensely hot hair dryers, Yoseob sauntered over to Doojoon and plopped in the chair next to him. Directing his pout directly at the leader, he stared, hard. The hair stylist spared a quick glance at Yoseob before excusing herself politely. Leaning forward in his chair, Doojoon fussed with his hair, changing it just a little to suit his tastes. He was obviously ignoring Yoseob.
"Hyung."
The sweet call would have made anyone give up their car, house, girlfriend, money, everything, for Yoseob. Anyone but Doojoon. No, not him. Doojoon would raise his hand, bring it down sharply on Yoseob's thigh, enjoy the loud smack it would make, enjoy Yoseob's wince and whine that always comes after. But why? They were friends, close friends, always have been. That's why. They were friends and Doojoon could tell, already, Yoseob wanted something.
"Hyung, don't ignore me," another sugar-coated, glittering, sob-inducing call, pout shooting rainbow colored hearts right to his chest. With a heavy sigh, Doojoon turned his gaze to meet Yoseob's. "What do you want this time," no point in beating around the bush, it would have came eventually.
"Switch rooms with me, hyung. Junhyung talks in his sleep, Hyunseung sleeps with his eyes open, and they both hog the pillows," Yoseob continued his whining, even reaching over to hold Doojoon's hand when he said "hyung, please, just this once," wide, bright eyes pleading with the deepest corners of the leader's heart.
Without having the strength the speak, Doojoon begrudgingly nodded his head and yanked his hand away from the cute beast (no pun intended) that just got his way. Again. Yoseob smiled, smug, and leaned forward to peck a kiss to Doojoon's cheek. "Thanks, hyung," and he's off to find coffee or anything caffeinated to give him a perk and a jolt awake.
The fanmeeting went perfectly, as per their fans. They signed autographs, gave huge smiles to all of those attending, and accepted gifts the fans prepared with their whole heart. He was excited, overjoyed, and ecstatic when they finally piled into the van to go back to the hotel. For twenty minutes, all of the members talked animatedly about the fan-made gifts they received, bragging and giggling like school children. Eventually though, they quieted down; Hyunseung falling asleep on Junhyung's shoulder, Junhyung falling asleep on Doojoon's shoulder, Doojoon falling asleep against the window.
In the backseat, Yoseob sat nearest the window, merely listening to Kikwang and Dongwoon whispering by themselves. He rarely felt lonely, even when he was by himself, but seeing the three in front of him, and hearing the two next to him, he felt left out. He was torn between jumping into the conversation or trying to fall asleep. Glancing out of the corner of his eye towards the two youngest by his side, he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy he felt when their lips pressed together just for a second.
He'd never admit it out loud, but he wanted that. He wanted that kind of show of affection. Something small that could comfort, protect, save him from anything in the world. But how do you start something like that? Doojoon and Yoseob, as close as they were, they didn't do anything more than hold hands. Yoseob wanted more, wanted something soft, innocent, and filled with love, but how do you ask? You don't. It just happens, naturally. Slowly. Quickly.
Running his fingers through his hair, Yoseob leaned his head on the window and tried to force sleep to come to him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to happen. Everyone else had better luck than he did, everyone else was able to sleep, everyone else was able to get comfortable and unwind from the day's work. Yoseob obviously was not everyone else.
When the van went completely quiet, Yoseob risked another glance to Dongwoon and Kikwang, taking in their linked fingers, their sleeping faces so close together. He wanted to watch them longer, keep the image of a lovely relationship such as theirs, but the hotel was coming into view already and he just gave a small sigh, intending to go inside and sleep.
Of course, intentions and reality aren't always the same.
As soon as they left the van, the other members, fully rested and hungry, decided to have a race to the room. The loser for this would have to carry all of their bags, including fan gifts, up to the rooms. It didn't matter who won, what mattered was Yoseob was last. He doesn't even put up an effort, just got to work on trying to hold as many bags as he can without falling over.
When he finally, finally, finishes, the members are loud, hungry, whining for something to eat, but not deciding on what they all want. Yoseob is tired. He just wants to lay down, relax his mind, and take a bath later, when all of the others are sleeping. He asks Doojoon to swap keys already, ignoring his question of "are you okay," and choosing to drag his tired body into the room, turn off all the lights, and flop on the bed.
He's half-way to peaceful silence, the sheep he's counting in his head baa-ing softer and softer, when, of course, it was ruined. Kikwang and Dongwoon spill into the room, laughing like maniacs. Yoseob brings a hand up to his face, shuddering sigh leaving his lips. "Oh, hyung, sorry," Kikwang giggles out, leaning heavily into Dongwoon's side.
The two walk, conjoined, to the bed, flopping on either side of the tired mass in the middle. Dongwoon and Kikwang stare at each other, smiling, both leaning down to press a kiss to Yoseob's cheeks. Glancing up at Kikwang, then to Dongwoon, Yoseob felt his face heat up a few hundred degrees past normal. "We love you, hyung," Dongwoon says simply, smiling softer than before. Rolling his eyes, Kikwang pecks Yoseob quickly on the lips. They slide off the bed and start rustling through their bags.
Like nothing ever happened, they get ready to sleep, clambering into bed and pulling the bright white comforter up to their chins. "What are you two doing," the question had more meaning behind it than it suggested. "Hyung, let's just talk," Kikwang shrugs, bright smile making his eyes disappear. Shrugging, Yoseob nodded, "what do you want to talk about," the reply was tossed out in half-annoyance; they didn't answer his question for some reason. "We can talk about anything you want."
And talk they did.
In the span of twenty minutes, they switched from the weather in Taiwan, to the fan meeting, to clothing, to food, to wants, dreams, hopes, to family, to feeling lonely, and it's at this moment when Yoseob clams up, not speaking as much as before, only listening to the younger two. It was almost unnoticed, almost, being the key word. Yoseob felt warm hands enclosing his own, and he focused on Dongwoon's young face. "You don't have to feel alone around us, hyung. We can talk about anything," his words sounded, felt, were older than he was, mature beyond his years. To anyone else, it could have been just words, heart warming words only, but to Yoseob, they meant so much more. It feels like...
Like love.
Their bond has always been strong, but this time, it feels like Yoseob is just experiencing it. As if a burst of lightning explodes in his limbs, he drops a kiss to Kikwang, then Dongwoon's lips. He smiles, wide, huge, beautiful, slight tears glittering in his eyes. "Hyung, don't cry, that's not very pretty," Dongwoon's nose crinkles when he says it, mock scowl on his face. Shaking his head, Yoseob lays back, in the middle of the two pillows, still clasping the hands of the men, the friends, the brothers, beside him. One last kiss to each other, and they're falling asleep together, just like that.
The next morning, Yoseob wakes up, more energized than he's ever felt in his life, with the widest smile on his face, and with more love than his heart can hold.
For once, he doesn't feel alone.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A/N: I finished! When Hyunseung tweeted that picture, I just kinda exploded with glee and glitter ;w; It's so cute and fluffy and just perfection ;w; Written for my humanitarian buddy, John~*~ Love you <3 I know you wanted fluff, but if I did that, my heart would implode in the middle of me writing it, so take this instead!
Pairing: KiWoonSeob
Genre: Friendship, comfort
Rating: PG (for ~*~homoerotic tendencies~*~)
Length: 1,441 words
Yoseob was especially tired today. The day before, he practiced as usual, ate as usual, slept a considerable amount of time, and woke up at a reasonable hour. The problem rested in Yoseob's bedmates for the time being. It's not that he didn't like Junhyung or Hyunseung, quite the opposite. They were just...
Loud.
The fan meeting was starting soon, and he needed to wake up, be alert, give his all for his fans today. Sneaking away from the coordinators' teasing combs, rough brushes, and intensely hot hair dryers, Yoseob sauntered over to Doojoon and plopped in the chair next to him. Directing his pout directly at the leader, he stared, hard. The hair stylist spared a quick glance at Yoseob before excusing herself politely. Leaning forward in his chair, Doojoon fussed with his hair, changing it just a little to suit his tastes. He was obviously ignoring Yoseob.
"Hyung."
The sweet call would have made anyone give up their car, house, girlfriend, money, everything, for Yoseob. Anyone but Doojoon. No, not him. Doojoon would raise his hand, bring it down sharply on Yoseob's thigh, enjoy the loud smack it would make, enjoy Yoseob's wince and whine that always comes after. But why? They were friends, close friends, always have been. That's why. They were friends and Doojoon could tell, already, Yoseob wanted something.
"Hyung, don't ignore me," another sugar-coated, glittering, sob-inducing call, pout shooting rainbow colored hearts right to his chest. With a heavy sigh, Doojoon turned his gaze to meet Yoseob's. "What do you want this time," no point in beating around the bush, it would have came eventually.
"Switch rooms with me, hyung. Junhyung talks in his sleep, Hyunseung sleeps with his eyes open, and they both hog the pillows," Yoseob continued his whining, even reaching over to hold Doojoon's hand when he said "hyung, please, just this once," wide, bright eyes pleading with the deepest corners of the leader's heart.
Without having the strength the speak, Doojoon begrudgingly nodded his head and yanked his hand away from the cute beast (no pun intended) that just got his way. Again. Yoseob smiled, smug, and leaned forward to peck a kiss to Doojoon's cheek. "Thanks, hyung," and he's off to find coffee or anything caffeinated to give him a perk and a jolt awake.
The fanmeeting went perfectly, as per their fans. They signed autographs, gave huge smiles to all of those attending, and accepted gifts the fans prepared with their whole heart. He was excited, overjoyed, and ecstatic when they finally piled into the van to go back to the hotel. For twenty minutes, all of the members talked animatedly about the fan-made gifts they received, bragging and giggling like school children. Eventually though, they quieted down; Hyunseung falling asleep on Junhyung's shoulder, Junhyung falling asleep on Doojoon's shoulder, Doojoon falling asleep against the window.
In the backseat, Yoseob sat nearest the window, merely listening to Kikwang and Dongwoon whispering by themselves. He rarely felt lonely, even when he was by himself, but seeing the three in front of him, and hearing the two next to him, he felt left out. He was torn between jumping into the conversation or trying to fall asleep. Glancing out of the corner of his eye towards the two youngest by his side, he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy he felt when their lips pressed together just for a second.
He'd never admit it out loud, but he wanted that. He wanted that kind of show of affection. Something small that could comfort, protect, save him from anything in the world. But how do you start something like that? Doojoon and Yoseob, as close as they were, they didn't do anything more than hold hands. Yoseob wanted more, wanted something soft, innocent, and filled with love, but how do you ask? You don't. It just happens, naturally. Slowly. Quickly.
Running his fingers through his hair, Yoseob leaned his head on the window and tried to force sleep to come to him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it to happen. Everyone else had better luck than he did, everyone else was able to sleep, everyone else was able to get comfortable and unwind from the day's work. Yoseob obviously was not everyone else.
When the van went completely quiet, Yoseob risked another glance to Dongwoon and Kikwang, taking in their linked fingers, their sleeping faces so close together. He wanted to watch them longer, keep the image of a lovely relationship such as theirs, but the hotel was coming into view already and he just gave a small sigh, intending to go inside and sleep.
Of course, intentions and reality aren't always the same.
As soon as they left the van, the other members, fully rested and hungry, decided to have a race to the room. The loser for this would have to carry all of their bags, including fan gifts, up to the rooms. It didn't matter who won, what mattered was Yoseob was last. He doesn't even put up an effort, just got to work on trying to hold as many bags as he can without falling over.
When he finally, finally, finishes, the members are loud, hungry, whining for something to eat, but not deciding on what they all want. Yoseob is tired. He just wants to lay down, relax his mind, and take a bath later, when all of the others are sleeping. He asks Doojoon to swap keys already, ignoring his question of "are you okay," and choosing to drag his tired body into the room, turn off all the lights, and flop on the bed.
He's half-way to peaceful silence, the sheep he's counting in his head baa-ing softer and softer, when, of course, it was ruined. Kikwang and Dongwoon spill into the room, laughing like maniacs. Yoseob brings a hand up to his face, shuddering sigh leaving his lips. "Oh, hyung, sorry," Kikwang giggles out, leaning heavily into Dongwoon's side.
The two walk, conjoined, to the bed, flopping on either side of the tired mass in the middle. Dongwoon and Kikwang stare at each other, smiling, both leaning down to press a kiss to Yoseob's cheeks. Glancing up at Kikwang, then to Dongwoon, Yoseob felt his face heat up a few hundred degrees past normal. "We love you, hyung," Dongwoon says simply, smiling softer than before. Rolling his eyes, Kikwang pecks Yoseob quickly on the lips. They slide off the bed and start rustling through their bags.
Like nothing ever happened, they get ready to sleep, clambering into bed and pulling the bright white comforter up to their chins. "What are you two doing," the question had more meaning behind it than it suggested. "Hyung, let's just talk," Kikwang shrugs, bright smile making his eyes disappear. Shrugging, Yoseob nodded, "what do you want to talk about," the reply was tossed out in half-annoyance; they didn't answer his question for some reason. "We can talk about anything you want."
And talk they did.
In the span of twenty minutes, they switched from the weather in Taiwan, to the fan meeting, to clothing, to food, to wants, dreams, hopes, to family, to feeling lonely, and it's at this moment when Yoseob clams up, not speaking as much as before, only listening to the younger two. It was almost unnoticed, almost, being the key word. Yoseob felt warm hands enclosing his own, and he focused on Dongwoon's young face. "You don't have to feel alone around us, hyung. We can talk about anything," his words sounded, felt, were older than he was, mature beyond his years. To anyone else, it could have been just words, heart warming words only, but to Yoseob, they meant so much more. It feels like...
Like love.
Their bond has always been strong, but this time, it feels like Yoseob is just experiencing it. As if a burst of lightning explodes in his limbs, he drops a kiss to Kikwang, then Dongwoon's lips. He smiles, wide, huge, beautiful, slight tears glittering in his eyes. "Hyung, don't cry, that's not very pretty," Dongwoon's nose crinkles when he says it, mock scowl on his face. Shaking his head, Yoseob lays back, in the middle of the two pillows, still clasping the hands of the men, the friends, the brothers, beside him. One last kiss to each other, and they're falling asleep together, just like that.
The next morning, Yoseob wakes up, more energized than he's ever felt in his life, with the widest smile on his face, and with more love than his heart can hold.
For once, he doesn't feel alone.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A/N: I finished! When Hyunseung tweeted that picture, I just kinda exploded with glee and glitter ;w; It's so cute and fluffy and just perfection ;w; Written for my humanitarian buddy, John~*~ Love you <3 I know you wanted fluff, but if I did that, my heart would implode in the middle of me writing it, so take this instead!