i'll stick to you, no worries
first time posting in this comm, hi! :)
this is for callmejokeer , first time writing junseob, i hope i didn't ruin your otp 8(
and thank you junpops for beta-ing for me <3
i'll stick to you, no worries. pg-13
beast, junseob, dooseung
bad humor, 1426 words
i'll just leave you a note (to tell you i love you)
i'll stick to you, no worries
the moment yoseob came back with bags of post-it notes (in all the gaudy glory of neon pink, orange, yellow and green) junhyung knew that this would be a bad idea.
“it’s to gel us together! if there’s anything we find awkward or uncomfortable to say to each other, we can write it on these post-it notes and paste them on the board, isn’t that a great idea?!!!” yoseob beamed while lining up the stacks of post-it notes underneath the tiny magnetic board.
kikwang’s face remained lost and junhyung could almost see the mechanics shifting slowly in his brain, trying to figure out what all this meant.
“doojoon, did he ask you for permission?”
“no. but does it really matter? this might be interesting, for all you know.” doojoon had that greasy smirk on which really meant let’s-just-do-this-even-though-it’s-a-bad-idea-just-to-see-junhyung-go-crazy. (yoon doojoon was infuriating and annoying like that.)
“i’ll be the first!!!” dongwoon bounced off the couch and within three skips, he was already scribbling, peeling off the top of the neon pink stack and sticking his note on the board with that bright smile of his.
“I LOVE ALL OF YOU, HYUNGS!!!!!!!” screamed the note and .........were all that lines and circles meant to represent the six of them, junhyung doesn’t know.
(but he doesn’t have the heart to tell dongwoon that those stick figures were beyond ugly.)
at least the notes were productive. in some way or another.
one day, a note appeared in hyunseung’s neat handwriting. “i’m sick of washing dishes.” and the next day, doojoon announced the new roster for dish-washing, in which hyunseung’s name was not included.
“hyung, you’re not supposed to show favouritism!” dongwoon’s complains were in vain because doojoon just responded with “i’m the leader so whatever i say goes”. hyunseung giggled and laid his head on the leader’s shoulder.
(“go get a room, dear yoon doojoon and jang hyunseung. and no, i don’t mean the bedroom. the laundry room is always unoccupied, if you didn’t know.”
doojoon threw the note away the moment he saw it.)
when dongwoon stumbled upon hateful comments on the internet about his singing and dancing, yoseob wrote a long letter to him, saying how he’s already good enough and that all the antis are stupid, in 64 post-it notes, all squeezed onto the tiny board.
64 turned into 200 when the other members added their own messages too, which dongwoon secretly stuck all of them into his tiny notebook (it’s like he wanted to stick them into his tiny heart).
nothing is more silly than standing in front of the board and those gaudy colourful post-it notes (when did those red heart-shaped post-its appear?!) every morning, wondering whether he should do something about these stupid butterflies in his stomach and that little flutter of his heart (it’s really not healthy for him).
and yet, junhyung does it everyday, without fail.
“would you stop being a wimp and just tell him how you feel, gosh. i swear you’re like a schoolgirl with all this hesitation and secret glances and giggling.”
offended, he turned his glares to the other but if there was one thing he learned this year, it was that glares never work against jang hyunseung, who was currently flipping through a magazine in lazy casualness.
“you never told me how doojoon confessed to you.”
hyunseung looked up, an amused smile playing on his lips. “why do you want to know?”
“i just want to know-”
“bet you want ideas for an epic confession that would sweep yoseob off his feet and into your arms. quite literally.” and junhyung wondered (for the millionth time) why hyunseung is always right.
“well, if you really want to know, he wrote me a Chinese poem and read it to me on my birthday.” hyunseung shrugged, like it’s a daily thing for him to receive confessions written in another language.
“wow...” as much as he hated to admit, junhyung couldn’t deny the admiration he has for the mighty leader at this moment. he never thought that the doofus of their leader could be so romantic and charm-
“yeah, and he was dumb enough to copy the lyrics of some Chinese song he found on the net and pretended that he wrote it, without realizing that i have the same song in my ipod and i could recognize the lyrics.”
yes, this was still reality. doojoon would do such a thing, junhyung had no doubts about it.
“but this shows that love is blind. if i can love him with all his stupidity and clumsiness, yoseob will love you too, in spite of your grumpiness and grouchiness, don’t worry about it.” hyunseung pityingly patted his shoulder and escaped before he had time to think through what the other had just said.
the stack of red heart-shaped post-its sat in its place on the cabinet, offending and mocking him at the same time, and he smacked it onto the floor in frustration before stalking away to vent on the x-box.
dongwoon to junhyung: aww hyung, you finally confessed to yoseobbie! good for you keke
doojoon to junhyung: finally you pluck up the courage haha you’re da man.
kikwang to junhyung: so proud of you now! ^^
junhyung to hyunseung: what the fuck happened.
hyunseung to junhyung: oh ^^ i might have written a note about your undying love for yoseobbie and signed it off as you? no need to thank me! but if you want to repay me with ice-cream, i will never say no. ^_____^
that’s it, he was never going to step out of the toilet.
junhyung to hyunseung: can i cut you seriously.
hyunseung to junhyung: sure. if you want to die under doojoon’s hands, that is ^^
hyunseung to junhyung: and stop being a drama queen. fucking get out of the toilet, dongwoon needs it desperately.
as if on cue, there came the pounding on the door and the loud aegyo-filled-pleading from dongwoon. “hyung?!!! i really need to use the toilet now!!!!!!!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
nope, he was never going to leave. dongwoon could go and pee in the sink, for all he cared.
(that was before doojoon came banging on the door and threatened to sell his precious son dambi calendar.)
well if the bathroom can’t be his haven, at least the laundry room was a safe enough place to hide in. he feels like the lion in The Wizard of Oz that was searching for his courage. except no, he doesn’t know whether he will ever find the courage to face the rejection that was waiting for him outside.
“junhyungie?”
he doesn’t need to ask how yang yoseob, now hesitantly stepping into the room and gingerly placing himself on the floor next to him, had the ability to unlock the door. (he could imagine joonkun hyung passing the key to yoseob with that evil smirk he has come to hate recently with a vengeance.)
the worst thing about hiding in the laundry room is the lack of space and he has to keep himself from flinching when yoseob’s knee brushes against his. time with yoseob alone has never been this uncomfortable and maybe he should say something, a joke or maybe a funny story he heard about hyukjae hyung-
“... is it true?”
was this what it felt like, to have one’s tongue tied and one’s mind going blank? because this was exactly what he was feeling, coming face to face with yoseob’s confused and hesitant puppy-eyes. “erm...i-i-”
“it’s okay, i understand.” with a soft sigh, yoseob got up and junhyung knows that no, the other has not understood at all.
“it’s true! i- i mean i have always liked you?- shit, why did that come out sounding like a question... i like you in that way, not the friends way. no, i like you too as a friend but- aish what am i saying now, really-”
“i never thought you will suck at confessing. were you this bad with your ex-girlfriends?”
“i guess so.” he sulked and stared at the floor. (he never knew that rejection would suck this bad.)
“hey, maybe you should take a look at this.” yoseob quickly slapped something that felt like slightly creased paper onto his palm before leaving the room. from the corners of his eyes, he could see the offending heart-shaped post-it and the words, written in yoseob’s tiny (but adorable) handwriting.
“silly junhyungie, i like you too. ^^ tomorrow, movie 7pm? our first date ^_^ ♡ yoseobbie”
(he suddenly doesn’t think that red heart-shaped post-its are offending anymore.)
this is for callmejokeer , first time writing junseob, i hope i didn't ruin your otp 8(
and thank you junpops for beta-ing for me <3
i'll stick to you, no worries. pg-13
beast, junseob, dooseung
bad humor, 1426 words
i'll just leave you a note (to tell you i love you)
i'll stick to you, no worries
the moment yoseob came back with bags of post-it notes (in all the gaudy glory of neon pink, orange, yellow and green) junhyung knew that this would be a bad idea.
“it’s to gel us together! if there’s anything we find awkward or uncomfortable to say to each other, we can write it on these post-it notes and paste them on the board, isn’t that a great idea?!!!” yoseob beamed while lining up the stacks of post-it notes underneath the tiny magnetic board.
kikwang’s face remained lost and junhyung could almost see the mechanics shifting slowly in his brain, trying to figure out what all this meant.
“doojoon, did he ask you for permission?”
“no. but does it really matter? this might be interesting, for all you know.” doojoon had that greasy smirk on which really meant let’s-just-do-this-even-though-it’s-a-bad-idea-just-to-see-junhyung-go-crazy. (yoon doojoon was infuriating and annoying like that.)
“i’ll be the first!!!” dongwoon bounced off the couch and within three skips, he was already scribbling, peeling off the top of the neon pink stack and sticking his note on the board with that bright smile of his.
“I LOVE ALL OF YOU, HYUNGS!!!!!!!” screamed the note and .........were all that lines and circles meant to represent the six of them, junhyung doesn’t know.
(but he doesn’t have the heart to tell dongwoon that those stick figures were beyond ugly.)
at least the notes were productive. in some way or another.
one day, a note appeared in hyunseung’s neat handwriting. “i’m sick of washing dishes.” and the next day, doojoon announced the new roster for dish-washing, in which hyunseung’s name was not included.
“hyung, you’re not supposed to show favouritism!” dongwoon’s complains were in vain because doojoon just responded with “i’m the leader so whatever i say goes”. hyunseung giggled and laid his head on the leader’s shoulder.
(“go get a room, dear yoon doojoon and jang hyunseung. and no, i don’t mean the bedroom. the laundry room is always unoccupied, if you didn’t know.”
doojoon threw the note away the moment he saw it.)
when dongwoon stumbled upon hateful comments on the internet about his singing and dancing, yoseob wrote a long letter to him, saying how he’s already good enough and that all the antis are stupid, in 64 post-it notes, all squeezed onto the tiny board.
64 turned into 200 when the other members added their own messages too, which dongwoon secretly stuck all of them into his tiny notebook (it’s like he wanted to stick them into his tiny heart).
nothing is more silly than standing in front of the board and those gaudy colourful post-it notes (when did those red heart-shaped post-its appear?!) every morning, wondering whether he should do something about these stupid butterflies in his stomach and that little flutter of his heart (it’s really not healthy for him).
and yet, junhyung does it everyday, without fail.
“would you stop being a wimp and just tell him how you feel, gosh. i swear you’re like a schoolgirl with all this hesitation and secret glances and giggling.”
offended, he turned his glares to the other but if there was one thing he learned this year, it was that glares never work against jang hyunseung, who was currently flipping through a magazine in lazy casualness.
“you never told me how doojoon confessed to you.”
hyunseung looked up, an amused smile playing on his lips. “why do you want to know?”
“i just want to know-”
“bet you want ideas for an epic confession that would sweep yoseob off his feet and into your arms. quite literally.” and junhyung wondered (for the millionth time) why hyunseung is always right.
“well, if you really want to know, he wrote me a Chinese poem and read it to me on my birthday.” hyunseung shrugged, like it’s a daily thing for him to receive confessions written in another language.
“wow...” as much as he hated to admit, junhyung couldn’t deny the admiration he has for the mighty leader at this moment. he never thought that the doofus of their leader could be so romantic and charm-
“yeah, and he was dumb enough to copy the lyrics of some Chinese song he found on the net and pretended that he wrote it, without realizing that i have the same song in my ipod and i could recognize the lyrics.”
yes, this was still reality. doojoon would do such a thing, junhyung had no doubts about it.
“but this shows that love is blind. if i can love him with all his stupidity and clumsiness, yoseob will love you too, in spite of your grumpiness and grouchiness, don’t worry about it.” hyunseung pityingly patted his shoulder and escaped before he had time to think through what the other had just said.
the stack of red heart-shaped post-its sat in its place on the cabinet, offending and mocking him at the same time, and he smacked it onto the floor in frustration before stalking away to vent on the x-box.
dongwoon to junhyung: aww hyung, you finally confessed to yoseobbie! good for you keke
doojoon to junhyung: finally you pluck up the courage haha you’re da man.
kikwang to junhyung: so proud of you now! ^^
junhyung to hyunseung: what the fuck happened.
hyunseung to junhyung: oh ^^ i might have written a note about your undying love for yoseobbie and signed it off as you? no need to thank me! but if you want to repay me with ice-cream, i will never say no. ^_____^
that’s it, he was never going to step out of the toilet.
junhyung to hyunseung: can i cut you seriously.
hyunseung to junhyung: sure. if you want to die under doojoon’s hands, that is ^^
hyunseung to junhyung: and stop being a drama queen. fucking get out of the toilet, dongwoon needs it desperately.
as if on cue, there came the pounding on the door and the loud aegyo-filled-pleading from dongwoon. “hyung?!!! i really need to use the toilet now!!!!!!!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
nope, he was never going to leave. dongwoon could go and pee in the sink, for all he cared.
(that was before doojoon came banging on the door and threatened to sell his precious son dambi calendar.)
well if the bathroom can’t be his haven, at least the laundry room was a safe enough place to hide in. he feels like the lion in The Wizard of Oz that was searching for his courage. except no, he doesn’t know whether he will ever find the courage to face the rejection that was waiting for him outside.
“junhyungie?”
he doesn’t need to ask how yang yoseob, now hesitantly stepping into the room and gingerly placing himself on the floor next to him, had the ability to unlock the door. (he could imagine joonkun hyung passing the key to yoseob with that evil smirk he has come to hate recently with a vengeance.)
the worst thing about hiding in the laundry room is the lack of space and he has to keep himself from flinching when yoseob’s knee brushes against his. time with yoseob alone has never been this uncomfortable and maybe he should say something, a joke or maybe a funny story he heard about hyukjae hyung-
“... is it true?”
was this what it felt like, to have one’s tongue tied and one’s mind going blank? because this was exactly what he was feeling, coming face to face with yoseob’s confused and hesitant puppy-eyes. “erm...i-i-”
“it’s okay, i understand.” with a soft sigh, yoseob got up and junhyung knows that no, the other has not understood at all.
“it’s true! i- i mean i have always liked you?- shit, why did that come out sounding like a question... i like you in that way, not the friends way. no, i like you too as a friend but- aish what am i saying now, really-”
“i never thought you will suck at confessing. were you this bad with your ex-girlfriends?”
“i guess so.” he sulked and stared at the floor. (he never knew that rejection would suck this bad.)
“hey, maybe you should take a look at this.” yoseob quickly slapped something that felt like slightly creased paper onto his palm before leaving the room. from the corners of his eyes, he could see the offending heart-shaped post-it and the words, written in yoseob’s tiny (but adorable) handwriting.
“silly junhyungie, i like you too. ^^ tomorrow, movie 7pm? our first date ^_^ ♡ yoseobbie”
(he suddenly doesn’t think that red heart-shaped post-its are offending anymore.)