The thing they call 'fanservice'
Title:The thing they call 'fanservice'
Author: eveandadam
Pairing: Seungho-centric, implied Joon/Mir, implied Joon/Seungho
Ratings: G
A/N: My first try (for Mblaq at least), but hopefully not last. And im really not sure about the tags, hope im right. :|
You counted twenty five days and six hours, four minutes twenty three seconds.
Time used to be insignificant to you, till you debuted with them, and suddenly time moves too fast.
You love the dynamics of the group, the feeling on stage, the starting of the song.
Actually, you don't really care much.
You just want to stay this way forever, and you finally realised this only a moment ago.
The moment you stepped out of the shared bedroom, walked to the kitchen, and saw him sipping his black coffee, his dazed, sleepy face filling your mind almost immediately.
But nothing beats the slight quirk of his mouth, his eyes lighting up slightly when he caught your presence, the way he spoke,
"Morning, Seungho hyung."
You snapped out of trance that afternoon when Mir squeezed you to the corner of the couch.
Just so that he could take a bigger space to lie down. On your lap.
It did not matter to you that the other couch was empty, he's Mir after all.
Then he walked to the living room and Mir left you, cuddling to him like a human teddy bear.
Your lap felt empty, your heart skipped a beat, but it did not matter.
It's Joomi after all.
You did not know when the kind of thing called fanservice started in your group.
Obviously Bi hyung did not request such things.
Given your knowledge as a leader, you believed that any signs of intimacy or skinship are strictly brotherly.
You stick to Byunghee, since he is your close friend and the one who helped you more than others in situations when you felt like you have lost control.
You give encouraging smiles to Sanghyun whenever possible, you are proud whenever he shines in performances and variety shows.
You can never get enough of Mir's enthusiasm in everything he does. He motivates you, all the time.
But for him, it is not about the pieces of memories or the particular connection you sense from the other members.
It is something more special.
And then you grew suspicious about the thing they call 'fanservice'.
Since the fans obviously could not see your heart.
But you dismissed it anyway.
You wished that you could stop yourself from thinking too much at night.
It does not help your outstanding eyebags.
Your redeeming point is that you have a very bright smile and you know it.
But you also knew that under the bright smile lies a very worried self.
You hesistated to show this self to the others, since that's the right thing to do for a leader, you assumed.
But at night, with no screaming fans and the media's scrutiny, you tore off the mask and stood by the glass window, taking the night scene in and breathing air slowly.
You worried for the group, for yourself, for him, for all the members.
And then your mind wandered off, and you started to compare the popularity of each members in the group.
It took about three seconds to confirm to yourself that the limelight would always be shone on him.
But that did not in any negative way, disturbed you.
Instead you wondered if by any chance, you would be the limelight of his life.
Maybe not.
You counted thirty days... and something.
The fact that you have forgotten the precise minutes and seconds made you panic for awhile.
But then you realised it did not matter from that moment onwards.
The moment you stepped out of the shared bedroom, walked to the kitchen, and saw him sipping his black coffee, his dazed, sleepy face filling your mind almost immediately.
But nothing beats the slight quirk of his mouth, his eyes lighting up slightly when he caught your presence, the way he spoke,
"Morning, Seungho hyung."
And the words you caught him continuing with a soft voice.
"Hyung... what do you think of, um, Joonho?"
Author: eveandadam
Pairing: Seungho-centric, implied Joon/Mir, implied Joon/Seungho
Ratings: G
A/N: My first try (for Mblaq at least), but hopefully not last. And im really not sure about the tags, hope im right. :|
You counted twenty five days and six hours, four minutes twenty three seconds.
Time used to be insignificant to you, till you debuted with them, and suddenly time moves too fast.
You love the dynamics of the group, the feeling on stage, the starting of the song.
Actually, you don't really care much.
You just want to stay this way forever, and you finally realised this only a moment ago.
The moment you stepped out of the shared bedroom, walked to the kitchen, and saw him sipping his black coffee, his dazed, sleepy face filling your mind almost immediately.
But nothing beats the slight quirk of his mouth, his eyes lighting up slightly when he caught your presence, the way he spoke,
"Morning, Seungho hyung."
You snapped out of trance that afternoon when Mir squeezed you to the corner of the couch.
Just so that he could take a bigger space to lie down. On your lap.
It did not matter to you that the other couch was empty, he's Mir after all.
Then he walked to the living room and Mir left you, cuddling to him like a human teddy bear.
Your lap felt empty, your heart skipped a beat, but it did not matter.
It's Joomi after all.
You did not know when the kind of thing called fanservice started in your group.
Obviously Bi hyung did not request such things.
Given your knowledge as a leader, you believed that any signs of intimacy or skinship are strictly brotherly.
You stick to Byunghee, since he is your close friend and the one who helped you more than others in situations when you felt like you have lost control.
You give encouraging smiles to Sanghyun whenever possible, you are proud whenever he shines in performances and variety shows.
You can never get enough of Mir's enthusiasm in everything he does. He motivates you, all the time.
But for him, it is not about the pieces of memories or the particular connection you sense from the other members.
It is something more special.
And then you grew suspicious about the thing they call 'fanservice'.
Since the fans obviously could not see your heart.
But you dismissed it anyway.
You wished that you could stop yourself from thinking too much at night.
It does not help your outstanding eyebags.
Your redeeming point is that you have a very bright smile and you know it.
But you also knew that under the bright smile lies a very worried self.
You hesistated to show this self to the others, since that's the right thing to do for a leader, you assumed.
But at night, with no screaming fans and the media's scrutiny, you tore off the mask and stood by the glass window, taking the night scene in and breathing air slowly.
You worried for the group, for yourself, for him, for all the members.
And then your mind wandered off, and you started to compare the popularity of each members in the group.
It took about three seconds to confirm to yourself that the limelight would always be shone on him.
But that did not in any negative way, disturbed you.
Instead you wondered if by any chance, you would be the limelight of his life.
Maybe not.
You counted thirty days... and something.
The fact that you have forgotten the precise minutes and seconds made you panic for awhile.
But then you realised it did not matter from that moment onwards.
The moment you stepped out of the shared bedroom, walked to the kitchen, and saw him sipping his black coffee, his dazed, sleepy face filling your mind almost immediately.
But nothing beats the slight quirk of his mouth, his eyes lighting up slightly when he caught your presence, the way he spoke,
"Morning, Seungho hyung."
And the words you caught him continuing with a soft voice.
"Hyung... what do you think of, um, Joonho?"