The Reason Behind Those Big Hugs
Title: The Reason Behind Those Big Hugs (or so I thought)
Pairing: (slight) Cnu/Gongchan B1A4
Rating: G
Length: One Shot
Summary: Yeahhhh, no one, there is absolutely no one who just cried, smiled and laughed at the same time while talking about how much he missed his family in an interview. None. I said to my inner self.
Author's Notes: Inspired by one of their interview. Major portion of this fic is written via my blackberry, I'm amazed with that fact.
I look at his smiling face carefully.
Searching for a sign of sadness from his facial features.
A crease of his eyebrows, perhaps.
An accidental downward turn of his lips? Or something in his bright pair of eyes?
Just a little bit of it from that beaming face.
The owner of the said beaming face looks back at me curiously, as if nothing happened and there is no one crying just few hours ago.
Yeahhhh, no one, there is absolutely no one who just cried, smiled and laughed at the same time while talking about how much he missed his family in an interview. None. I said to my inner self. Perhaps it's just one of his stunts in front of the camera, in an interview, which further proved just how good his acting skill is.
He had repeatedly saying to the other members including me, that he had not meant to cry and his tears are just somehow flowing like that. He didn't miss his parents that much anyway. He just didn't know what happen to him just then. After the small talk, a smile and laughter here and there, everyone seems to put aside the occurrence.
While me, on the other hand, just being too engrossed in the "mother" role for the members. Despite that role, I always automatically think of him as the precious little maknae, but in fact, he is not that little anymore.
Yeah, he definitely can take care of himself. I sighed inwardly.
***
I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night.
This is so unlike me, usually I will sleep like a log until morning came (said the members). I sighed to myself as I gaze sleepily into the dark room. I turned around in the bed, trying to fall asleep again. Until I heard a quiet sniff.
I freeze in my current pose, trying to listen better to my surroundings.
Sunwoo's small snore is definitely a good cover but I can hear that sniff again followed by a hiccup, someone is definitely crying, huh?
From the sound of it, I know for sure that the occupant of the bunk bed above me is the source.
I sit up straight in my bed. There's a small creak that follows my movement which resulted in a gasp from above.
A little too late for trying to be discreet now, aren't we?
I stand up and look at the occupant of the said bunk bed. A quite hard task in this dark room especially without my glasses, but I can see his outlines and definitely can see his surprised look.
"What's wrong, Channie?" I asked, sounded a little bit more annoyed than I intended.
"Ahhh, no-nothing, hyung," Gongchan answered. "Did I wake you up?" He asked carefully.
"No," I answered, but on the second thought, perhaps yes.
"Just how often you did this?" I walked closer in order to see his face better.
"Do what?"
"Crying," I said in a matter of fact tone, "Alone, in the middle of the night?"
"I'm not crying," he said indignantly.
Yeah.
I touched his right cheek. Wet.
I sighed. He flinched.
"Come here,"
He look confused, "Where?"
"Come down here for a moment,"
Despite his current situation, Gongchan proved to be an obedient maknae as he moved to come down from his bed.
He sniffed while looking at me expectantly now.
Now, what? I asked my smart self in my head.
Out of instinct, I reached out and hugged him close.
"Do you miss them so much?"
He muffled a quiet hmmm followed by "very much", and started crying again in my embrace. I sighed and pat his hair and back at the same time in what I hope as a soothing manner, while cursing myself for not sensing his sadness earlier.
"You can always talk to us, you know. We can talk about anything every weekend," I said, referring to the Saturday talk between all of us.
"I don't want to, I'm not a child anymore. Who would miss their parents and grandparents this bad aside from a child?" He finally answered after some time.
"All of us do," I answered again, "All of us miss our parents just as much,"
"Really?"
"Yeah, but we have ways to convey it, release it or communicate it. So all of those feelings won't bottle up inside. Look, Chan, you're 19, a rookie-idol and live separated from your family. But that doesn't automatically mean that you are an adult. You can still be a child or whatever you are previously before debut."
Gongchan let go of my shirt and look at my face carefully. He seems a lot calmer now. I patted his hair again.
"Tell hyung anything, ok?" I asked him.
He nodded slowly and gives this soft smile which reaches his eyes and makes it sparkles under the moon's glow.
I don't know which make my breath hitch.
The fact that some boy can look so beautiful with tear stained face or the fact that Gongchan's smile towards me look so sincere more than his other smiles.
Or both.
***
"Dongwoo-hyunggg!" The next morning, Gongchan greet me with a blinding smile just before we enter the van.
"Yes," I answered while climbing in and sit at the centre row.
He followed me and sits beside me, how unusual.
"Can I sit beside Dongwoo-hyung today?" He asked Jinyoung cutely, who can't do anything but nodded and sit at the back with Sunwoo and Junghwan.
"Hyung," he pulled my arm softly and leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
"Thank you for last night. It was so comforting to talk and hugged by you,"
I turned to see his expression, "Oh, really, that's good then." I answered after seeing his smile.
Why am I so elated after hearing that I have a comforting hug from a boy?
"Your hug is definitely like my appa," he stated.
"And you do smell like him!" He declared while sniffing my neck happily.
"Can I asked for it again tonight?" he asked with this super sweet smile despite my speechless condition.
I honestly don't know whether I should feel happy or offended now.
Wow.
***
End note: Desperately want a speechless CNU at the end. :D
Pairing: (slight) Cnu/Gongchan B1A4
Rating: G
Length: One Shot
Summary: Yeahhhh, no one, there is absolutely no one who just cried, smiled and laughed at the same time while talking about how much he missed his family in an interview. None. I said to my inner self.
Author's Notes: Inspired by one of their interview. Major portion of this fic is written via my blackberry, I'm amazed with that fact.
I look at his smiling face carefully.
Searching for a sign of sadness from his facial features.
A crease of his eyebrows, perhaps.
An accidental downward turn of his lips? Or something in his bright pair of eyes?
Just a little bit of it from that beaming face.
The owner of the said beaming face looks back at me curiously, as if nothing happened and there is no one crying just few hours ago.
Yeahhhh, no one, there is absolutely no one who just cried, smiled and laughed at the same time while talking about how much he missed his family in an interview. None. I said to my inner self. Perhaps it's just one of his stunts in front of the camera, in an interview, which further proved just how good his acting skill is.
He had repeatedly saying to the other members including me, that he had not meant to cry and his tears are just somehow flowing like that. He didn't miss his parents that much anyway. He just didn't know what happen to him just then. After the small talk, a smile and laughter here and there, everyone seems to put aside the occurrence.
While me, on the other hand, just being too engrossed in the "mother" role for the members. Despite that role, I always automatically think of him as the precious little maknae, but in fact, he is not that little anymore.
Yeah, he definitely can take care of himself. I sighed inwardly.
***
I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night.
This is so unlike me, usually I will sleep like a log until morning came (said the members). I sighed to myself as I gaze sleepily into the dark room. I turned around in the bed, trying to fall asleep again. Until I heard a quiet sniff.
I freeze in my current pose, trying to listen better to my surroundings.
Sunwoo's small snore is definitely a good cover but I can hear that sniff again followed by a hiccup, someone is definitely crying, huh?
From the sound of it, I know for sure that the occupant of the bunk bed above me is the source.
I sit up straight in my bed. There's a small creak that follows my movement which resulted in a gasp from above.
A little too late for trying to be discreet now, aren't we?
I stand up and look at the occupant of the said bunk bed. A quite hard task in this dark room especially without my glasses, but I can see his outlines and definitely can see his surprised look.
"What's wrong, Channie?" I asked, sounded a little bit more annoyed than I intended.
"Ahhh, no-nothing, hyung," Gongchan answered. "Did I wake you up?" He asked carefully.
"No," I answered, but on the second thought, perhaps yes.
"Just how often you did this?" I walked closer in order to see his face better.
"Do what?"
"Crying," I said in a matter of fact tone, "Alone, in the middle of the night?"
"I'm not crying," he said indignantly.
Yeah.
I touched his right cheek. Wet.
I sighed. He flinched.
"Come here,"
He look confused, "Where?"
"Come down here for a moment,"
Despite his current situation, Gongchan proved to be an obedient maknae as he moved to come down from his bed.
He sniffed while looking at me expectantly now.
Now, what? I asked my smart self in my head.
Out of instinct, I reached out and hugged him close.
"Do you miss them so much?"
He muffled a quiet hmmm followed by "very much", and started crying again in my embrace. I sighed and pat his hair and back at the same time in what I hope as a soothing manner, while cursing myself for not sensing his sadness earlier.
"You can always talk to us, you know. We can talk about anything every weekend," I said, referring to the Saturday talk between all of us.
"I don't want to, I'm not a child anymore. Who would miss their parents and grandparents this bad aside from a child?" He finally answered after some time.
"All of us do," I answered again, "All of us miss our parents just as much,"
"Really?"
"Yeah, but we have ways to convey it, release it or communicate it. So all of those feelings won't bottle up inside. Look, Chan, you're 19, a rookie-idol and live separated from your family. But that doesn't automatically mean that you are an adult. You can still be a child or whatever you are previously before debut."
Gongchan let go of my shirt and look at my face carefully. He seems a lot calmer now. I patted his hair again.
"Tell hyung anything, ok?" I asked him.
He nodded slowly and gives this soft smile which reaches his eyes and makes it sparkles under the moon's glow.
I don't know which make my breath hitch.
The fact that some boy can look so beautiful with tear stained face or the fact that Gongchan's smile towards me look so sincere more than his other smiles.
Or both.
***
"Dongwoo-hyunggg!" The next morning, Gongchan greet me with a blinding smile just before we enter the van.
"Yes," I answered while climbing in and sit at the centre row.
He followed me and sits beside me, how unusual.
"Can I sit beside Dongwoo-hyung today?" He asked Jinyoung cutely, who can't do anything but nodded and sit at the back with Sunwoo and Junghwan.
"Hyung," he pulled my arm softly and leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
"Thank you for last night. It was so comforting to talk and hugged by you,"
I turned to see his expression, "Oh, really, that's good then." I answered after seeing his smile.
Why am I so elated after hearing that I have a comforting hug from a boy?
"Your hug is definitely like my appa," he stated.
"And you do smell like him!" He declared while sniffing my neck happily.
"Can I asked for it again tonight?" he asked with this super sweet smile despite my speechless condition.
I honestly don't know whether I should feel happy or offended now.
Wow.
***
End note: Desperately want a speechless CNU at the end. :D