Sherbet (5.0/6)
Title: Sherbet (5.0/6)
Character/Pairing: KhunHo (friendship), KhunYoung, ChanHo
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Who said high school drama stopped in high school?
Part 1 of 2
- 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5.0 - 5.5 - 6 -
Wooyoung’s eyebrows were knit together, a serious expression etched on his face. One hand held his phone, unconsciously flipping it open and closing it repetitively. Junho was staring at him, completely taken aback by the comment about Chansung. Having seemed to have made a decision, Wooyoung finally looked over.
Wooyoung’s eyebrows were knit together, a serious expression etched on his face. One hand held his phone, unconsciously flipping it open and closing it repetitively. Junho was staring at him, completely taken aback by the comment about Chansung. Having seemed to have made a decision, Wooyoung finally looked over.
“Hey Junho, can I ask you something?”
Junho didn’t answer. He could see that Wooyoung was still deep in thought, so he waited instead.
“Are you and Khun going out?”
Junho’s eyes flew open in surprise. “What?”
Wooyoung quickly shifted his attention, away from Junho’s gaze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry…” Wooyoung said, fidgeting as he spoke.
Junho would have normally denied it right away, but he was curious to how interested Wooyoung was with the answer. He shouldn’t be playing with a situation like this, but he couldn’t help it.
“What makes you say that?” Junho asked casually, amused by the question.
“I dunno,” Wooyoung replied automatically. “You guys just seem really close.”
“Really? You and Chansung are close too…”
“Oh, that’s not what I mean…” Wooyoung was waving his hands in front of him. “It’s just, I heard from a friend of a friend that you guys were dating. And, she’s kinda talkative so I wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but you guys do seem really friendly with each other...”
“Ahh...” Junho let out, understanding. Sure we pretended to date a long while back, but since Khun and I are such good friends, the rumors never really stopped. He sighed inwardly. And I probably should have paid more attention to how I acted with Khun in front of him. Returning to the conversation, Junho gave Wooyoung a sly smile and asked, “Well, what do you think?”
Wooyoung opened his mouth to reply, but closed it instead, seeming to decide against his answer.
I probably shouldn’t torture him anymore. “We’re not, we’re just really close friends,” Junho assured him with a tiny smile. He watched the other boy closely as he added, “Are you relieved?”
Wooyoung was pursing his lips, but with the last comment Junho was sure he saw the corner of Wooyoung’s mouth twitch upwards
Junho laughed. “No worries, Khun’s single.” He narrowed his eyes as a thought came to mind. “Why so serious? I mean before anyway.”
“It’s just that,” Wooyoung hesitated, seeming unsure of how to phrase his question. “The other day, you mentioned coming by after I got off work, but then Khun showed up instead, telling me how you just ditched him.” Wooyoung paused. “And it just kinda seemed like…” he trailed off, too embarrassed to conclude his thought.
Junho bit his bottom lip. He’s pretty clever. Not that I was being sneaky about it. But I can see why it’d confuse him. It’d be weird if I set him up with my own boyfriend, if Khun and I were actually dating anyway. Instead of directly addressing said embarrassing situation, Junho continued to balance on the two legs of his chair. “I can tell you put a lot of thought into it,&rdquo
Wooyoung smirked, a pink tint touching his cheeks. A sudden ring made him refocus on his cellphone. He opened it and scanned it before saying, “Hey, I gotta go. It seems like my parents aren’t too happy that I’m not home to say hi to Leemae. Even though I see her all the time,” he added, his eyes still on his phone as his thumbs worked the keypad. “Now it makes sense that you have a thing for Chansung…”
Startled by the abrupt change in topics, Junho leaned too far back on his chair. He let out a small yelp as his limbs flailed to regain balance. He automatically shut his eyes as he landed with a crash on his back, pain shooting up from the back of his head and arms. He groaned and opened his eyes, and blinked. And blinked again. Wooyoung’s face was mere inches away from his, the boy’s face in a grimace in an effort to hold himself up, off of Junho.
“Sorry, you fell, and I tried to help but I wasn’t looking, and I tripped over my bag…” Wooyoung stammered, slowly pushing himself up from the floor and away from the intensely close breathing space he was sharing with Junho. He pulled himself up, offering his hand to other boy.
Junho gratefully accepted it and was pulled off the ground. He rubbed the back of his head and replied, “Déjà vu eh?”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung smiled. “Except this time instead of almost running you over I almost…”
Wooyoung paused, and Junho laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I can already think of someone who would have liked being in my position, and I’m sure you would have preferred him over me.”
Wooyoung’s already pink cheeks went scarlet, and Junho laughed again. Wooyoung pressed his lips together, but Junho could tell the boy was beaming on the inside.
“I gotta go Junho.” Wooyoung turned to pick up his bag. “You should talk to Chansung,” he suggested with a smirk, before heading out the door.
Junho’s smile turned into a thoughtful expression, as he picked up the chair and slowly paced the room.
Chansung. How do I feel about Chansung.
He sighed and leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling without actually seeing it.
Why can’t I just be like Khun. He never has to worry bout whoever he likes, cause it’s guarantee whomever he falls for will like him back. And how does he just know? Why can’t I just know. Why can’t I just know that the one I like…
A loud noise brought him back to reality. He turned in time to see Nichkhun marching in, door flung wide open Speak of the&mdash Junho cut himself off. Nichkhun’s eyes were blazing. A closer look told him they were actually glistening, full of tears that were threatening to escape down they older boy’s face.
“Khun…”
“How could you? I trusted you. I trusted you and you stab me in the back?!” Nichkhun was yelling, despite Junho being less than ten feet away.
“Wait, what?” Junho sputtered, confused.
“I should have known-”
“Known what?” Junho interrupted, gaining a spiteful glare from the older boy.
“The way you talked about him. Meeting up with him on your own time. Why you wouldn’t tell me who he was. Why you told me it was complicated,” Nichkhun spat the last word out, his voice a little more controlled than before, less loud but more dangerously low.
“What are you talking about?”
“The guy you like. The guy that brings that pathetic grin to your face.”
“What?” What is he talking about? Why would he be so upset about Chan-
“Wooyoung!! That’s who I’m talking about!!” Nichkhun had lost his temper again, his fair skinned face flushed a color to match. As he yelled, he had unconsciously taken a step closer to the younger boy.
“What?!” Junho’s eyes bulged in shock at the accusation.
“You knew I liked him, but you still went behind my back…”
He probably doesn’t even know he’s crying, Junho realized. “What are you-”
“I saw you!!” Nichkhun cut him off in rage. “You kissed him,” he hissed out, seething.
“Khun, I-”
“Don’t Khun me,” Nichkhun snapped, cutting Junho off once again. “We’ve been friends for so long,” Nichkhun spoke softly. “But you’re really no different from them.”
Junho, who was about to argue, stopped in his tracks, and slowly felt his own anger build.
“You’re just like them. Those -Nichkhun described them in words Junho could only recognize were in Thai, and most likely offensive- people. Befriending me for your own selfish reasons. Taking advantage of me, my looks, cause you don’t got your own,” he snarled in disgust.
Junho’s patience had just run out. “Excuse me? Did you just compare me to your past friends? Hate to break it to you Nichkhun, I think I can survive without your help, thanks,” he replied harshly, taking a step. “And about your buddies. I don’t think it’s their fault that you were so naïve,” he added mockingly, “What, did you wanna make friends that badly? Or were you actually that stupid-”
Nichkhun’s hand flashed, and Junho’s face snapped to the side from the impact of Nichkhun’s fist. Junho side stepped to avoid losing his balance from the blow. Junho stood still, his head still facing away from the older boy, his knuckles going white from how tight he was clenching his own fists. His jaw ached from the punch, and he was pretty sure he tasted blood.
Junho took in slow breaths to keep his anger at bay. He’s the one who’s confused. It’s not really his fault, Junho convinced himself, trying to stay composed. Maybe I went too far... He took a breath. Junho knew he tended to have a short temper, but he was forcing himself to stay calm. He didn’t want to do something he knew he was going to regret in the future, even if it would bring him great pleasure right now. In any other situation, this would have turned into a fist fight.
Feelings under control, Junho finally turned back to Nichkhun, meeting his eyes squarely. He had the impression Nichkhun thought the same as he did, and he didn’t miss the flicker of surprise in the older boy’s tear stained face when the younger didn’t physically retaliate.
Without a word, Nichkhun spun around and walked out, leaving Junho standing there by himself. Junho waited until enough time had passed for Nichkhun to leave the building, before letting his anger out in a strangled yell. He was able to stop himself from kicking a chair nearby, although it was really tempting. He blinked back tears that had invaded his eyes, and leaned back to prevent them from falling. Only when he was sure they had melted back into his eyes did he start massaging his jaw to dull the pain.
Khun, you idiot. You put too much incorrect thinking into this. I didn’t say it was complicated cause of Wooyoung… And I didn’t drop by Wooyoung’s work to see Wooyoung… You sure are jealous aren’t you. He sighed. Shit.
Junho intertwined his fingers behind his neck, his elbows jutting out in front of him as he started cursing out loud to relieve his anger.
“Junho?” a voice interrupted.
Junho stopped mid-vulgar-sentence and turned around. Chansung stood in the doorway, a worried expression written on his face.
“How’d you get in?” Junho asked sharply.
Chansung ignored Junho’s bitter tone and replied casually, “The door was open. You okay?”
Junho released his hands from behind his neck and jammed them into his pockets. “I’m fine,” he lied, not bothering to attempt a smile to match.
Chansung’s expression didn’t change. “So you normally curse the world, universe and back?” Junho didn’t answer, choosing to look at the floor instead. ldquo;I saw Khun,” Chansung spoke up, “leaving the building. I was on my bike, so I saw him from a distance. Umm… he looked upset…” Chansung trailed off, seeming to hope for Junho to interrupt and fill in the details, but when Junho didn’t answer, he continued, “Did you guys-”
“Break up? We were never going out to being with,” Junho snapped, and then bit his lip, immediately regretting his words. Junho glanced over, but Chansung was smiling softly.
“I know, Wooyoung sent me a text,” he replied, in a tone that implied he was trying to lighten the situation.
“Oh.” Junho shifted his gaze again.
He was embarrassed. Embarrassed about his outburst towards Chansung. Embarrassed about what he had said to Nichkhun. He was embarrassed that he had lost his temper and spouted nonsense he didn’t mean to say.
Sure, Nichkhun had taken all the facts and put them together wrong, coming to an equally wrong conclusion, but Junho should have explained things. He should have set things straight, yet he let his friend’s angry words get to him, and he had said things he now regretted.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Junho looked over, their gazes finally meeting. Chansung’s smile had disappeared, replaced by a genuinely concerned expression.
Junho looked into the other boy’s soft brown eyes. A part of him wanted to spill everything. To share all his feelings with the boy who stood in front of him, to ease his mind of the turmoil. He wanted to speak his mind, to rant, to talk to someone he felt safe with, comfortable with. He wanted to tell Chansung all his problems, he wanted Chansung to listen and comfort him.
But part of him rebelled. Part of him told him to think it through. He wasn’t sure if he should be sharing thoughts between him and Nichkhun with another person. This was something between him and his friend. His best friend. And knowing his best friend, he’d best sort through this matter fast. Junho knew he had opened old wounds, and he’d better find Nichkhun before he accidentally created new ones.
“It’s nothing,” Junho replied softly. “Don’t worry about it.” Chansung raised his eyebrows. ldquo;I’m okay, really.” This time Junho attempted a smile, but try as he might, he knew it failed to reach his eyes.
The look on Chansung’s face told Junho the boy wasn’t buying, but Chansung didn’t push the topic any further. Instead, he scratched the back of his head and looked at his feet, as if he was embarrassed about something.
“Well, if it helps any, Wooyoung usually goes to the store at 8 to fix up his schedule, or something like that.” Chansung stole a glance at his watch before continuing, “Which is in about 2 hours. And it’s not really work, so he’ll be free if someone decides to drop by,” Chansung paused, eyes flickering with mirth. “Or needs cheering up, or something of the like.”
Junho looked over, catching the hint. If he wanted to use this info to his advantage, he would have to confront Nichkhun soon. Chansung was forcing him to. Junho smirked. Who was he kidding? He would have had to sooner or later. Sooner, if he wanted to save some kind of relationship with Nichkhun, his and theirs.
“Junho.”
Junho looked up to meet Chansung's eyes. His expression was calmer, which brought a smile back to the taller boy’s face.
“You can call me, if you ever wanna talk about it,” He caught the stubbornness in Junho’s eyes, before adding, “or not talk about it. You can just call, just cause.”
This time Junho’s smile reached his eyes with ease and Chansung left the smiling boy, departing with a matching grin on his face.
~
Junho cringed as he saw the rain through the glass windows by the entrance. Chansung had left a while ago, and Junho had had time to recollect himself, to think things through thoroughly, and think about ways to best approach the delicate situation between him and his best friend. But first off, Junho would have to find him. He wasn’t going to bother calling. It’d be more natural if he just found Nichkhun in person, without contacting him before hand. Besides, he highly doubted that the Thai prince would pick up anyway. Junho sighed, he knew his friend too well. In his state, Nichkhun wasn’t going to go home, which left him two options, one which Junho could rule out since he was just in the building.
Making sure the lights were turned off and the doors were locked, Junho took a step outside, still under the cover of the building. He looked up at the dark sky as the clouds cried heavy tears. Junho couldn’t help comparing his situation with a hurricane.
It had been disastrous with Nichkhun. Chaos, confusion misinterpretation, destruction; it ha hurt. Junho unconsciously rubbed his jaw, although most of the pain had already subsided. And in a way, Chansung had been the eye of the storm. Calming, rays of sunlight breaking through the endless rows of dark clouds in the sky. Junho returned his thoughts to his present surroundings. And there he was, about to get soaked by another storm, literally. He really, really hoped his analogy was wrong. Because hurricanes never left anything behind in peace, more like they left everything behind in pieces.
At least there isn’t any thunder or lightning.
*
This is part 1 of 2 for this chapter. It's taken me a while to update, so instead of finishing the chapter, I thought I'd upload the half I've finished. And for any pairing that hasn't come up in this half chpt, well, they'll be coming up in the next half. =)
Sorry for the wait. But with my week long break I ended up getting writer's block for this fic. Yet somehow I got an idea for a different fic, and ended up working on that one for a while.
And since school has started and I have crazy amounts of reading and labs to write up, please bare with me. Patience is a virtue, right? =D
Accept this gif as part of my apology.
When I was writing about Junho's chair incident, I was reminded of Onew.
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Character/Pairing: KhunHo (friendship), KhunYoung, ChanHo
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Who said high school drama stopped in high school?
Part 1 of 2
- 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5.0 - 5.5 - 6 -
Wooyoung’s eyebrows were knit together, a serious expression etched on his face. One hand held his phone, unconsciously flipping it open and closing it repetitively. Junho was staring at him, completely taken aback by the comment about Chansung. Having seemed to have made a decision, Wooyoung finally looked over.
Wooyoung’s eyebrows were knit together, a serious expression etched on his face. One hand held his phone, unconsciously flipping it open and closing it repetitively. Junho was staring at him, completely taken aback by the comment about Chansung. Having seemed to have made a decision, Wooyoung finally looked over.
“Hey Junho, can I ask you something?”
Junho didn’t answer. He could see that Wooyoung was still deep in thought, so he waited instead.
“Are you and Khun going out?”
Junho’s eyes flew open in surprise. “What?”
Wooyoung quickly shifted his attention, away from Junho’s gaze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry…” Wooyoung said, fidgeting as he spoke.
Junho would have normally denied it right away, but he was curious to how interested Wooyoung was with the answer. He shouldn’t be playing with a situation like this, but he couldn’t help it.
“What makes you say that?” Junho asked casually, amused by the question.
“I dunno,” Wooyoung replied automatically. “You guys just seem really close.”
“Really? You and Chansung are close too…”
“Oh, that’s not what I mean…” Wooyoung was waving his hands in front of him. “It’s just, I heard from a friend of a friend that you guys were dating. And, she’s kinda talkative so I wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but you guys do seem really friendly with each other...”
“Ahh...” Junho let out, understanding. Sure we pretended to date a long while back, but since Khun and I are such good friends, the rumors never really stopped. He sighed inwardly. And I probably should have paid more attention to how I acted with Khun in front of him. Returning to the conversation, Junho gave Wooyoung a sly smile and asked, “Well, what do you think?”
Wooyoung opened his mouth to reply, but closed it instead, seeming to decide against his answer.
I probably shouldn’t torture him anymore. “We’re not, we’re just really close friends,” Junho assured him with a tiny smile. He watched the other boy closely as he added, “Are you relieved?”
Wooyoung was pursing his lips, but with the last comment Junho was sure he saw the corner of Wooyoung’s mouth twitch upwards
Junho laughed. “No worries, Khun’s single.” He narrowed his eyes as a thought came to mind. “Why so serious? I mean before anyway.”
“It’s just that,” Wooyoung hesitated, seeming unsure of how to phrase his question. “The other day, you mentioned coming by after I got off work, but then Khun showed up instead, telling me how you just ditched him.” Wooyoung paused. “And it just kinda seemed like…” he trailed off, too embarrassed to conclude his thought.
Junho bit his bottom lip. He’s pretty clever. Not that I was being sneaky about it. But I can see why it’d confuse him. It’d be weird if I set him up with my own boyfriend, if Khun and I were actually dating anyway. Instead of directly addressing said embarrassing situation, Junho continued to balance on the two legs of his chair. “I can tell you put a lot of thought into it,&rdquo
Wooyoung smirked, a pink tint touching his cheeks. A sudden ring made him refocus on his cellphone. He opened it and scanned it before saying, “Hey, I gotta go. It seems like my parents aren’t too happy that I’m not home to say hi to Leemae. Even though I see her all the time,” he added, his eyes still on his phone as his thumbs worked the keypad. “Now it makes sense that you have a thing for Chansung…”
Startled by the abrupt change in topics, Junho leaned too far back on his chair. He let out a small yelp as his limbs flailed to regain balance. He automatically shut his eyes as he landed with a crash on his back, pain shooting up from the back of his head and arms. He groaned and opened his eyes, and blinked. And blinked again. Wooyoung’s face was mere inches away from his, the boy’s face in a grimace in an effort to hold himself up, off of Junho.
“Sorry, you fell, and I tried to help but I wasn’t looking, and I tripped over my bag…” Wooyoung stammered, slowly pushing himself up from the floor and away from the intensely close breathing space he was sharing with Junho. He pulled himself up, offering his hand to other boy.
Junho gratefully accepted it and was pulled off the ground. He rubbed the back of his head and replied, “Déjà vu eh?”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung smiled. “Except this time instead of almost running you over I almost…”
Wooyoung paused, and Junho laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I can already think of someone who would have liked being in my position, and I’m sure you would have preferred him over me.”
Wooyoung’s already pink cheeks went scarlet, and Junho laughed again. Wooyoung pressed his lips together, but Junho could tell the boy was beaming on the inside.
“I gotta go Junho.” Wooyoung turned to pick up his bag. “You should talk to Chansung,” he suggested with a smirk, before heading out the door.
Junho’s smile turned into a thoughtful expression, as he picked up the chair and slowly paced the room.
Chansung. How do I feel about Chansung.
He sighed and leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling without actually seeing it.
Why can’t I just be like Khun. He never has to worry bout whoever he likes, cause it’s guarantee whomever he falls for will like him back. And how does he just know? Why can’t I just know. Why can’t I just know that the one I like…
A loud noise brought him back to reality. He turned in time to see Nichkhun marching in, door flung wide open Speak of the&mdash Junho cut himself off. Nichkhun’s eyes were blazing. A closer look told him they were actually glistening, full of tears that were threatening to escape down they older boy’s face.
“Khun…”
“How could you? I trusted you. I trusted you and you stab me in the back?!” Nichkhun was yelling, despite Junho being less than ten feet away.
“Wait, what?” Junho sputtered, confused.
“I should have known-”
“Known what?” Junho interrupted, gaining a spiteful glare from the older boy.
“The way you talked about him. Meeting up with him on your own time. Why you wouldn’t tell me who he was. Why you told me it was complicated,” Nichkhun spat the last word out, his voice a little more controlled than before, less loud but more dangerously low.
“What are you talking about?”
“The guy you like. The guy that brings that pathetic grin to your face.”
“What?” What is he talking about? Why would he be so upset about Chan-
“Wooyoung!! That’s who I’m talking about!!” Nichkhun had lost his temper again, his fair skinned face flushed a color to match. As he yelled, he had unconsciously taken a step closer to the younger boy.
“What?!” Junho’s eyes bulged in shock at the accusation.
“You knew I liked him, but you still went behind my back…”
He probably doesn’t even know he’s crying, Junho realized. “What are you-”
“I saw you!!” Nichkhun cut him off in rage. “You kissed him,” he hissed out, seething.
“Khun, I-”
“Don’t Khun me,” Nichkhun snapped, cutting Junho off once again. “We’ve been friends for so long,” Nichkhun spoke softly. “But you’re really no different from them.”
Junho, who was about to argue, stopped in his tracks, and slowly felt his own anger build.
“You’re just like them. Those -Nichkhun described them in words Junho could only recognize were in Thai, and most likely offensive- people. Befriending me for your own selfish reasons. Taking advantage of me, my looks, cause you don’t got your own,” he snarled in disgust.
Junho’s patience had just run out. “Excuse me? Did you just compare me to your past friends? Hate to break it to you Nichkhun, I think I can survive without your help, thanks,” he replied harshly, taking a step. “And about your buddies. I don’t think it’s their fault that you were so naïve,” he added mockingly, “What, did you wanna make friends that badly? Or were you actually that stupid-”
Nichkhun’s hand flashed, and Junho’s face snapped to the side from the impact of Nichkhun’s fist. Junho side stepped to avoid losing his balance from the blow. Junho stood still, his head still facing away from the older boy, his knuckles going white from how tight he was clenching his own fists. His jaw ached from the punch, and he was pretty sure he tasted blood.
Junho took in slow breaths to keep his anger at bay. He’s the one who’s confused. It’s not really his fault, Junho convinced himself, trying to stay composed. Maybe I went too far... He took a breath. Junho knew he tended to have a short temper, but he was forcing himself to stay calm. He didn’t want to do something he knew he was going to regret in the future, even if it would bring him great pleasure right now. In any other situation, this would have turned into a fist fight.
Feelings under control, Junho finally turned back to Nichkhun, meeting his eyes squarely. He had the impression Nichkhun thought the same as he did, and he didn’t miss the flicker of surprise in the older boy’s tear stained face when the younger didn’t physically retaliate.
Without a word, Nichkhun spun around and walked out, leaving Junho standing there by himself. Junho waited until enough time had passed for Nichkhun to leave the building, before letting his anger out in a strangled yell. He was able to stop himself from kicking a chair nearby, although it was really tempting. He blinked back tears that had invaded his eyes, and leaned back to prevent them from falling. Only when he was sure they had melted back into his eyes did he start massaging his jaw to dull the pain.
Khun, you idiot. You put too much incorrect thinking into this. I didn’t say it was complicated cause of Wooyoung… And I didn’t drop by Wooyoung’s work to see Wooyoung… You sure are jealous aren’t you. He sighed. Shit.
Junho intertwined his fingers behind his neck, his elbows jutting out in front of him as he started cursing out loud to relieve his anger.
“Junho?” a voice interrupted.
Junho stopped mid-vulgar-sentence and turned around. Chansung stood in the doorway, a worried expression written on his face.
“How’d you get in?” Junho asked sharply.
Chansung ignored Junho’s bitter tone and replied casually, “The door was open. You okay?”
Junho released his hands from behind his neck and jammed them into his pockets. “I’m fine,” he lied, not bothering to attempt a smile to match.
Chansung’s expression didn’t change. “So you normally curse the world, universe and back?” Junho didn’t answer, choosing to look at the floor instead. ldquo;I saw Khun,” Chansung spoke up, “leaving the building. I was on my bike, so I saw him from a distance. Umm… he looked upset…” Chansung trailed off, seeming to hope for Junho to interrupt and fill in the details, but when Junho didn’t answer, he continued, “Did you guys-”
“Break up? We were never going out to being with,” Junho snapped, and then bit his lip, immediately regretting his words. Junho glanced over, but Chansung was smiling softly.
“I know, Wooyoung sent me a text,” he replied, in a tone that implied he was trying to lighten the situation.
“Oh.” Junho shifted his gaze again.
He was embarrassed. Embarrassed about his outburst towards Chansung. Embarrassed about what he had said to Nichkhun. He was embarrassed that he had lost his temper and spouted nonsense he didn’t mean to say.
Sure, Nichkhun had taken all the facts and put them together wrong, coming to an equally wrong conclusion, but Junho should have explained things. He should have set things straight, yet he let his friend’s angry words get to him, and he had said things he now regretted.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Junho looked over, their gazes finally meeting. Chansung’s smile had disappeared, replaced by a genuinely concerned expression.
Junho looked into the other boy’s soft brown eyes. A part of him wanted to spill everything. To share all his feelings with the boy who stood in front of him, to ease his mind of the turmoil. He wanted to speak his mind, to rant, to talk to someone he felt safe with, comfortable with. He wanted to tell Chansung all his problems, he wanted Chansung to listen and comfort him.
But part of him rebelled. Part of him told him to think it through. He wasn’t sure if he should be sharing thoughts between him and Nichkhun with another person. This was something between him and his friend. His best friend. And knowing his best friend, he’d best sort through this matter fast. Junho knew he had opened old wounds, and he’d better find Nichkhun before he accidentally created new ones.
“It’s nothing,” Junho replied softly. “Don’t worry about it.” Chansung raised his eyebrows. ldquo;I’m okay, really.” This time Junho attempted a smile, but try as he might, he knew it failed to reach his eyes.
The look on Chansung’s face told Junho the boy wasn’t buying, but Chansung didn’t push the topic any further. Instead, he scratched the back of his head and looked at his feet, as if he was embarrassed about something.
“Well, if it helps any, Wooyoung usually goes to the store at 8 to fix up his schedule, or something like that.” Chansung stole a glance at his watch before continuing, “Which is in about 2 hours. And it’s not really work, so he’ll be free if someone decides to drop by,” Chansung paused, eyes flickering with mirth. “Or needs cheering up, or something of the like.”
Junho looked over, catching the hint. If he wanted to use this info to his advantage, he would have to confront Nichkhun soon. Chansung was forcing him to. Junho smirked. Who was he kidding? He would have had to sooner or later. Sooner, if he wanted to save some kind of relationship with Nichkhun, his and theirs.
“Junho.”
Junho looked up to meet Chansung's eyes. His expression was calmer, which brought a smile back to the taller boy’s face.
“You can call me, if you ever wanna talk about it,” He caught the stubbornness in Junho’s eyes, before adding, “or not talk about it. You can just call, just cause.”
This time Junho’s smile reached his eyes with ease and Chansung left the smiling boy, departing with a matching grin on his face.
~
Junho cringed as he saw the rain through the glass windows by the entrance. Chansung had left a while ago, and Junho had had time to recollect himself, to think things through thoroughly, and think about ways to best approach the delicate situation between him and his best friend. But first off, Junho would have to find him. He wasn’t going to bother calling. It’d be more natural if he just found Nichkhun in person, without contacting him before hand. Besides, he highly doubted that the Thai prince would pick up anyway. Junho sighed, he knew his friend too well. In his state, Nichkhun wasn’t going to go home, which left him two options, one which Junho could rule out since he was just in the building.
Making sure the lights were turned off and the doors were locked, Junho took a step outside, still under the cover of the building. He looked up at the dark sky as the clouds cried heavy tears. Junho couldn’t help comparing his situation with a hurricane.
It had been disastrous with Nichkhun. Chaos, confusion misinterpretation, destruction; it ha hurt. Junho unconsciously rubbed his jaw, although most of the pain had already subsided. And in a way, Chansung had been the eye of the storm. Calming, rays of sunlight breaking through the endless rows of dark clouds in the sky. Junho returned his thoughts to his present surroundings. And there he was, about to get soaked by another storm, literally. He really, really hoped his analogy was wrong. Because hurricanes never left anything behind in peace, more like they left everything behind in pieces.
At least there isn’t any thunder or lightning.
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This is part 1 of 2 for this chapter. It's taken me a while to update, so instead of finishing the chapter, I thought I'd upload the half I've finished. And for any pairing that hasn't come up in this half chpt, well, they'll be coming up in the next half. =)
Sorry for the wait. But with my week long break I ended up getting writer's block for this fic. Yet somehow I got an idea for a different fic, and ended up working on that one for a while.
And since school has started and I have crazy amounts of reading and labs to write up, please bare with me. Patience is a virtue, right? =D
Accept this gif as part of my apology.
When I was writing about Junho's chair incident, I was reminded of Onew.
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