Words
Title: [Oneshot] Words
Character/Pairing: 2Jun, hinted onesided!DooSeob
Rating: PG-13 (for some language)
Genre: Angst-Fluff (more angst than fluff)
“Bye.”
“Love you.”
The words are rushed, and with that Doojoon quickly disappears out their door, his running footsteps still audible despite the carpeted hallway. Junhyung stares at the plain dark wood of their door, his bottle of coke forgotten in his hands. It’s the fourth weekend-fourth fucking weekend and second night in a row that Doojoon’s going out and Junhyung is just left standing there, those last words hanging stagnant in the air.
The phone rings, jolting him out of his state and Junhyung sighs and (with some effort) reaches for the phone.
“Hello?”
“Junhyung? Hey, it’s Yoseob. Did Doojoon just leave? He’s late and I was a little worried cause he’s not answering his phone.”
Junhyung’s grip on the phone tightens and his jaw clenches, and he takes a deep breath to control his voice.
“He just left, so he should be there in a bit.”
“Thanks!”
Yoseob hangs up immediately, and leaving Junhyung still holding the phone to his ear, his eyes dull and staring at nothing. He wants to think of nothing (and yet the exact opposite is happening).
It’s Yoseob-the little blonde that Doojoon recently introduced him to when the pair was out shopping, and all Junhyung can think of is the type of relationship the younger male has with his boyfriend.
Sure, Doojoon may be working on a project for the old nursing home, but did he have to visit it so often? No, he doesn’t, since measurements can be taken in one go, but Junhyung can’t help but feel a little guilty at the thought. The reasoning behind the frequent visits is the fact that the seniors like Doojoon (who the hell wouldn’t?), so why wouldn’t Doojoon spare some of his time for them?
“Who’s Yoseob?” He was asking because it was a name that popped up more than just once.
“He used to be neighbours with Lee Soonkyu, remember I told you about her? She looked after him when he was younger, and now he comes and visits her at the nursing home when he has time.”
That’s what Doojoon had told him, so why did Yoseob’s name keep appearing in their conversations? Why is it that when Doojoon comes home late after going out for a drinks with a friend, it’s with Yoseob? Or that day he said he was at the nursing home, when Junhyung clearly spotted them at the bar on his way home-he could make out his boyfriend’s profile anywhere, and the blonde head next to him made it obvious who his companion was.
“Going out again?”
Doojoon looks up at him from where he’s crouched, his hands tying the laces on his shoe.
“Yeah, I’ll be a little late, so don’t wait up, okay?” He stands up and reaches for the door before flashing him one last smile. “Love you.”
The door swings shut and Junhyung is left alone with those words again. It’s been happening more frequently, that every time Doojoon leaves him (alone with dying whispers of I love you), Junhyung merely stands in place and stares at nothing, tries to think of nothing. Yet thoughts of unfaithfulness creep into his mind, and the more he tries to not think about it, the more his chest hurts, the harder it is to breathe (the harder it is to tune out the sounds of his heart breaking).
Clearly, there’s something up and if Doojoon’s found a new person, found a new love, then why the fuck does he need to keep saying I love you when although it’s what Junhyung wants (really wants) to hear, empty words just make it that much worse (that much more painful).
“Love you.”
“Do you really?”
Doojoon’s freezes by the door.
Junhyung fists his hand in his hoodie pocket-the words just slipped out, words he’s wanted to ask for so long but never had the balls because he’s afraid of what will follow (afraid of how it will end).
Doojoon slowly turns around to face him, his hand slipping from the doorknob.
“I’m sorry I’ve been going out so much, but I told you, I’m almost done with the blueprints and after that I’ll be home more often.” He sighs. “Besides, if I brought you along, you’d probably scare off all the old ladies.” There’s a pause. “Do you... want... to come?” he inquires quietly, as if that were the actual problem.
“Is that really all you’re doing?” Junhyung tries to keep his voice from wavering, tries to not breakdown into some clingy emotional boyfriend that he isn’t.
He can see Doojoon taking deep breaths, but his eyes reflect sadness and Junhyung didn’t think he’d give in that quickly (did he want him to?).
“I’ve been going out with Yoseob too, once in a while. But it’s nothing.”
“Really?”
Junhyung is almost surprised at the tone of his voice, and the accusation that’s laced in that one word.
“Yeah.”
It may have been the simple answer that Doojoon gave that set him off, Junhyung isn’t sure, but he doesn’t really care anymore.
“Really? So you spending time in bars with him, you going out every weekend to the point where he calls just because you’re late means fucking nothing?”
Doojoon narrows his eyes and moves a few steps from the door.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Junhyung breathes out, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
“You know,” Doojoon begins quietly, “when you went on that business trip with Hyunseung, it took all my effort to not call you every day.”
Junhyung isn’t sure what to think when Doojoon changes the subject. He doesn’t know what to prepare for-was Doojoon retaliating by bringing up Junhyung's ex?
“You don’t know how many drafts I have on my phone, messages I didn’t send because I told myself to trust you.”
“I saw you with Yoseob that day,” Junhyung shoots back, “when you told me you were at the nursing home.” He doesn’t want to feel anything for Doojoon at the moment-doesn’t want anything (any sentimental feelings) to push him off track from the initial conversation.
A dark expression crosses Doojoon’s face as he turns away, seemingly looking out the window of their apartment. He takes a deep breath before he answers.
“Yoseob... kissed me that day.” It's a whisper, and he hesitates. “He said if I didn’t feel anything, then he’d never try it again.” Doojoon turns back and locks gazes with him before he continues, “What do you think happened?”
Doojoon’s eyes are penetrating, and Junhyung realizes that he’s having trouble breathing and he doesn’t know how to answer. Doojoon walks towards him, and it takes all his effort to not take a step back. They’re barely a meter apart, and Doojoon steps forward, immediately entering his personal space.
“I.”
Doojoon takes another step, and now they’re only a foot apart and Junhyung can’t look at him anymore.
“Love.”
Doojoon’s hands encircle his waist and tugs gently and Junhyung isn’t sure why he lets himself be pulled in.
“You.”
Junhyung finally looks up to see a smirk on Doojoon’s lips, before the latter leans forward and knocks foreheads with him.
“Dumbass.”
When Doojoon pulls back, they’re both breathing hard from the lack of oxygen, and Junhyung can hear his heart pounding in his chest.
“You better own up to being the reason I’m gonna be late for this meeting.”
“As if,” Junhyung manages to reply before Doojoon’s lips are on his again.
Doojoon skips the meeting entirely.
*
I should be studying ._.
Character/Pairing: 2Jun, hinted onesided!DooSeob
Rating: PG-13 (for some language)
Genre: Angst-Fluff (more angst than fluff)
“Bye.”
“Love you.”
The words are rushed, and with that Doojoon quickly disappears out their door, his running footsteps still audible despite the carpeted hallway. Junhyung stares at the plain dark wood of their door, his bottle of coke forgotten in his hands. It’s the fourth weekend-fourth fucking weekend and second night in a row that Doojoon’s going out and Junhyung is just left standing there, those last words hanging stagnant in the air.
The phone rings, jolting him out of his state and Junhyung sighs and (with some effort) reaches for the phone.
“Hello?”
“Junhyung? Hey, it’s Yoseob. Did Doojoon just leave? He’s late and I was a little worried cause he’s not answering his phone.”
Junhyung’s grip on the phone tightens and his jaw clenches, and he takes a deep breath to control his voice.
“He just left, so he should be there in a bit.”
“Thanks!”
Yoseob hangs up immediately, and leaving Junhyung still holding the phone to his ear, his eyes dull and staring at nothing. He wants to think of nothing (and yet the exact opposite is happening).
It’s Yoseob-the little blonde that Doojoon recently introduced him to when the pair was out shopping, and all Junhyung can think of is the type of relationship the younger male has with his boyfriend.
Sure, Doojoon may be working on a project for the old nursing home, but did he have to visit it so often? No, he doesn’t, since measurements can be taken in one go, but Junhyung can’t help but feel a little guilty at the thought. The reasoning behind the frequent visits is the fact that the seniors like Doojoon (who the hell wouldn’t?), so why wouldn’t Doojoon spare some of his time for them?
“Who’s Yoseob?” He was asking because it was a name that popped up more than just once.
“He used to be neighbours with Lee Soonkyu, remember I told you about her? She looked after him when he was younger, and now he comes and visits her at the nursing home when he has time.”
That’s what Doojoon had told him, so why did Yoseob’s name keep appearing in their conversations? Why is it that when Doojoon comes home late after going out for a drinks with a friend, it’s with Yoseob? Or that day he said he was at the nursing home, when Junhyung clearly spotted them at the bar on his way home-he could make out his boyfriend’s profile anywhere, and the blonde head next to him made it obvious who his companion was.
“Going out again?”
Doojoon looks up at him from where he’s crouched, his hands tying the laces on his shoe.
“Yeah, I’ll be a little late, so don’t wait up, okay?” He stands up and reaches for the door before flashing him one last smile. “Love you.”
The door swings shut and Junhyung is left alone with those words again. It’s been happening more frequently, that every time Doojoon leaves him (alone with dying whispers of I love you), Junhyung merely stands in place and stares at nothing, tries to think of nothing. Yet thoughts of unfaithfulness creep into his mind, and the more he tries to not think about it, the more his chest hurts, the harder it is to breathe (the harder it is to tune out the sounds of his heart breaking).
Clearly, there’s something up and if Doojoon’s found a new person, found a new love, then why the fuck does he need to keep saying I love you when although it’s what Junhyung wants (really wants) to hear, empty words just make it that much worse (that much more painful).
“Love you.”
“Do you really?”
Doojoon’s freezes by the door.
Junhyung fists his hand in his hoodie pocket-the words just slipped out, words he’s wanted to ask for so long but never had the balls because he’s afraid of what will follow (afraid of how it will end).
Doojoon slowly turns around to face him, his hand slipping from the doorknob.
“I’m sorry I’ve been going out so much, but I told you, I’m almost done with the blueprints and after that I’ll be home more often.” He sighs. “Besides, if I brought you along, you’d probably scare off all the old ladies.” There’s a pause. “Do you... want... to come?” he inquires quietly, as if that were the actual problem.
“Is that really all you’re doing?” Junhyung tries to keep his voice from wavering, tries to not breakdown into some clingy emotional boyfriend that he isn’t.
He can see Doojoon taking deep breaths, but his eyes reflect sadness and Junhyung didn’t think he’d give in that quickly (did he want him to?).
“I’ve been going out with Yoseob too, once in a while. But it’s nothing.”
“Really?”
Junhyung is almost surprised at the tone of his voice, and the accusation that’s laced in that one word.
“Yeah.”
It may have been the simple answer that Doojoon gave that set him off, Junhyung isn’t sure, but he doesn’t really care anymore.
“Really? So you spending time in bars with him, you going out every weekend to the point where he calls just because you’re late means fucking nothing?”
Doojoon narrows his eyes and moves a few steps from the door.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Junhyung breathes out, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
“You know,” Doojoon begins quietly, “when you went on that business trip with Hyunseung, it took all my effort to not call you every day.”
Junhyung isn’t sure what to think when Doojoon changes the subject. He doesn’t know what to prepare for-was Doojoon retaliating by bringing up Junhyung's ex?
“You don’t know how many drafts I have on my phone, messages I didn’t send because I told myself to trust you.”
“I saw you with Yoseob that day,” Junhyung shoots back, “when you told me you were at the nursing home.” He doesn’t want to feel anything for Doojoon at the moment-doesn’t want anything (any sentimental feelings) to push him off track from the initial conversation.
A dark expression crosses Doojoon’s face as he turns away, seemingly looking out the window of their apartment. He takes a deep breath before he answers.
“Yoseob... kissed me that day.” It's a whisper, and he hesitates. “He said if I didn’t feel anything, then he’d never try it again.” Doojoon turns back and locks gazes with him before he continues, “What do you think happened?”
Doojoon’s eyes are penetrating, and Junhyung realizes that he’s having trouble breathing and he doesn’t know how to answer. Doojoon walks towards him, and it takes all his effort to not take a step back. They’re barely a meter apart, and Doojoon steps forward, immediately entering his personal space.
“I.”
Doojoon takes another step, and now they’re only a foot apart and Junhyung can’t look at him anymore.
“Love.”
Doojoon’s hands encircle his waist and tugs gently and Junhyung isn’t sure why he lets himself be pulled in.
“You.”
Junhyung finally looks up to see a smirk on Doojoon’s lips, before the latter leans forward and knocks foreheads with him.
“Dumbass.”
When Doojoon pulls back, they’re both breathing hard from the lack of oxygen, and Junhyung can hear his heart pounding in his chest.
“You better own up to being the reason I’m gonna be late for this meeting.”
“As if,” Junhyung manages to reply before Doojoon’s lips are on his again.
Doojoon skips the meeting entirely.
*
I should be studying ._.