soaked [02/03]
soaked (part two of three)
dooseung, junseung. angst (maybe?), romance. 2525 words. au. m.
doojoon's not sure what came over him when he decided to befriend the homeless boy, but whatever it was, he's thankful for it. (a.k.a: the story of a beggar and a law student.)
notes: i'm so sorry this wasn't up earlier ;~; i broke my keyboard, so i couldn't write. even now i'm writing this using the on-screen keyboard. D: so yeah. that's also why it's now three parts.
PART ONE | PART THREE
“I know”-what does that even mean? Doojoon wonders for what seems like the millionth time. It’s been three months since he’d confessed to Hyunseung, and he isn’t any closer to working out what the hell his friend meant by that.
There was something in those words, Doojoon knows. He knows there’s more to it than acknowledgment, but he can’t bring himself to even think that it means what he wants it to mean because that will only end in heartbreak. Doojoon had replayed those few (what should have been) life-altering minutes in his mind quite often over the past few months, so much so that the look in Hyunseung’s eyes has seemingly tattooed itself onto the back of Doojoon's eyelids, so Doojoon sees it whenever he closes his eyes-even if only for a second.
There was something in that look, too. Something hidden, something meaningful, and something Doojoon thinks he may never understand. Was it guilt? No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t a guilty look at all.
Doojoon knows he’s been staring too long-thinking too hard-when the section of cream-coloured wall above the television is now adorned with the image of Hyunseung’s face looking back at him, unreadable expression in place. It makes Doojoon uncomfortable, so he shifts a little in his seat before deciding to move to the recliner, but he can still feel the image of Hyunseung staring back at him. He casts his eyes back to the wall and, lo and behold, the image is there-flawless as it was in reality-seemingly following him with his eyes.
Doojoon's very own Mona Lisa.
Thanks for last night.
Hyunseung grasps the slip of paper and scrunches it up into a ball, throwing it into the trashcan next to the wardrobe. His mind wanders back to the previous night, trying to recall the stranger’s name and coming up short, as he pulls on his underwear and jeans almost mechanically, leaving the fly undone. He collects his shirt and shoes (but doesn’t even bother with finding his socks) as he makes his way outside. He pays no mind to the fact that-even though it’s fairly early in the morning-there are already people littering the streets, nor does he notice (or care, really) that it’s almost cold enough to be snowing as he makes his way to the reception to return his key.
After he does this, he fishes his mobile phone out of his left sneaker and dials an all-too familiar number. Doojoon answers on the fifth ring, sounding as though he had just woken up. Hyunseung doesn’t even have it in him to feel guilty.
‘I need you to pick me up.’
On the other end of the line, Doojoon sighs. ‘Where are you?’ Hyunseung rattles off the address and a vague description of the motel before hanging up.
It takes Doojoon almost an hour and a half to reach Hyunseung, and by the time he arrives, Hyunseung is sitting on the cold concrete, arms wrapped around his knees in an attempt the keep himself warm. Doojoon doesn’t even bother to tell him that he should put his shoes and shirt on and do up his fly, or that he could have at least waited inside until he arrived because he knows Hyunseung would have an excuse (or at least a sarcastic remark,) to fire back at him.
The atmosphere is tense the entire drive home, even after Hyunseung has fallen asleep with his head resting against the window. Doojoon struggles to keep his anger in check when Hyunseung starts snoring quietly, each sound serving as fuel to the fire that is Doojoon’s rage. He deserves better than this, he knows. He deserves better than to have to run after his best friend every other night, fetching him from god-knows-where and having to pretend like it doesn’t even bother him at all. He knows, though, that if he isn’t there to do this, then no one will be and he doesn’t even want to think of what situations Hyunseung might end up in without Doojoon.
It’s a double-edged sword, and Doojoon can’t decide which end he’d rather be on.
Doojoon’s anger still hasn’t subsided later that night when he makes up his mind to tell Hyunseung that enough is enough. Despite it being almost midnight, he knows that Hyunseung will still be awake. Doojoon knocks on his friend’s door quietly before opening it just enough so he can slip inside.
'Hey, I need to talk to you about something… Seung?' Doojoon blinks a few times in an attempt to adjust his eyes to the dim lighting as he walks over to where the younger boy is sitting on his bed, staring blankly at the wall across from him. 'Are you okay?' he shakes Hyunseung’s arm gently, breaking him from his reverie. His expression hardens for a second before registering who it was that had disturbed him.
A small smile plays on his lips as he apologises, 'sorry, Doojoon, I sort of just... zoned out a bit. You know how it is.' Doojoon shakes his head, very much wanting to tell Hyunseung that, no, he doesn’t know, but he bites back the remark.
'Is something bothering you?'
Hyunseung laughs softly; a sound which voices his confusion and insecurities far louder than words ever could have. He flashes Doojoon his best (fake) smile as though to say, yeah, I’m fine, before speaking again. 'Why did you want to talk to me?' Doojoon knows he is trying to change the subject, but he doesn’t push it. If Hyunseung wanted to talk, he would talk.
Deciding, yet again, that now probably isn’t the best time to tell Hyunseung just how he felt, Doojoon shakes his head once more. 'Don’t worry, it's nothing too important. You should probably think about getting to sleep sometime soon.' Doojoon doesn’t miss the sigh that escapes his friend’s lips as he closes the door behind him, leaving the younger boy to his thoughts once again.
‘Can you pick me up?’ It’s a Sunday night (or rather, Monday morning, seeing as it’s almost three o’clock) and Doojoon knows he should just say no because he has classes that morning, but there’s something about the way Hyunseung actually bothers to ask, voice laden with desperation, that manages to break any resolve he may have had.
‘Where are you?’
When he slides into the passenger seat-shirtless, fly undone, hair mussed, and absolutely reeking of sex-Hyunseung can’t help but notice the way Doojoon crinkles his nose up in distaste. ‘Thank you,’ he says, the words seeming a little strange coming from his mouth. Doojoon merely grunts in reply, hostility rolling off him in waves.
‘Doojoon, I-’
‘Don’t, Hyunseung,’ Doojoon cuts him off in a quiet voice that rings in his ears until he can hear nothing else.
‘This has got to stop!’ Doojoon doesn’t even bother to knock as he barges into Hyunseung’s room, having just woken up and discovered that he had slept through his classes. He stands at the foot of Hyunseung’s bed, just left of his line of sight.
Hyunseung merely glances at Doojoon, before returning his gaze to the wall, seemingly unfazed by his friend’s outburst. Doojoon isn’t actually sure of what to do now because he isn’t one to lose his cool often, and his friend’s nonchalant attitude toward the matter has completely ruined his plans. He had a whole speech worked out based on what he thought Hyunseung’s reactions would be, but now? Now he has nothing, and god knows he isn’t exactly the best at “winging it”. Nonetheless, he isn’t about to give up after having finally grown the balls to confront his friend.
‘Do you ever listen to what I have to say anymore?’ Doojoon asks, voice steely as he blinks furiously, tears of frustration gathering in the corners of his eyes. ‘What do I have to do to get you to pay attention? Do I have to have sex with you?’ Hyunseung flinches. ‘Is that what I have to do? Because, fuck, if it means you’ll listen to me, I swear to god, I will do it.
‘I’m sick and tired of having to run around after you and pick you up at all fucking hours of the night. It’s ridiculous and unfair and it shouldn’t even be my goddamn responsibility. I can’t keep missing my classes because of you, so get one of your little fuck buddies to bring you home from now on, okay? I don’t want to deal with your shit anymore.’ Doojoon's angry and he’s breathing more heavily than what is natural, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the younger boy as he speaks-not even once.
He is just about to turn and leave, when Hyunseung finally turns his gaze back to him, face expressionless. But when Doojoon looks closer, he can see the emotions swimming in Hyunseung’s glassy eyes-guilt, fear, remorse-and once again, his resolve crumbles. ‘Hyunseung, I… I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.’
‘No, you’re right,’ Hyunseung’s voice is strained and he swallows a few times, as though that will stop the tears from escaping his eyes. ‘I should… I’ll find my own way home from now on. I’m sorry you missed your classes.’ Doojoon feels like the biggest ass in the world as Hyunseung lowers his head and wipes furiously at his eyes.
‘Seung…’
‘It’s fine, Doojoon, I get it,’ he sighs once and closes his eyes. ‘Really, it’s fine.’
Hyunseung isn’t quite sure who he’s trying to convince.
It’s almost four-thirty in the morning and Doojoon is wide awake and wondering where Hyunseung is, if he’s okay, and how he’s getting home. It’s irrational, he knows, because he never really liked having to interrupt his sleep to pick up the younger boy, but now-now that he’s worried sick that maybe his best friend just won’t return home at all-it doesn’t seem quite so bad.
He doesn’t bother to turn the lamp on as he reaches over to grasp his phone which is sitting on the bedside table. He types a quick message, hoping Hyunseung replies soon so that he can finally get some rest.
When will you be home?
The sun is just starting to rise when Hyunseung finally replies.
Piak md up?
The fact that Hyunseung even replied at all is enough to temporarily alleviate Doojoon’s worry as he presses the call button. He’s already up and out of bed attempting to find some sort of shirt and a pair of shoes by the time Hyunseung answers, slurring slightly.
‘Hi there, Doojoon.’ Doojoon’s not sure if it’s just the affects of alcohol on his speech, or the way it comes across over the phone, but Hyunseung sounds far too distant and dull for his liking.
‘Where are you?’
‘Jiyoon's house.’
Doojoon shakes his head disapprovingly before realising that he’s on the phone and Hyunseung can’t actually see him. ‘You’re an idiot,’ he says before hanging up.
It’s just the alcohol is what Doojoon tells himself. Obviously that’s the only reason why Hyunseung had screeched at him to stop the car, before flinging the door open and collapsing against the cold, damp sidewalk a heap. Alcohol always makes people do strange things.
It takes him a minute to realise that his friend is crying-no, sobbing-and it takes him another minute or so to realise that he just can’t bring himself to care. It doesn’t make any sense for him to care, either, he reasons with himself. Hyunseung is drunk and, quite frankly, far too high maintenance for Doojoon to even fathom an attempt to calm him down. So he waits.
It isn’t until half an hour later that a sniffling Hyunseung pulls himself back in the car, shaking Doojoon’s shoulder to wake him. The pair merely exchanges glances before Doojoon starts the car. He thinks that this will probably be one of those things that they never bring up again for the sake of pride.
‘Wanna come to a party?’
There’s a light shining in Hyunseung's eyes that Doojoon’s never seen before, and he doesn’t know whether to be frightened or surprised. The younger had hardly spoken to him since that “happening”-as Doojoon like to call it-so it was overall a bit strange for Hyunseung to be asking him now, all things given.
‘You haven’t asked me to a party in all of the two years I’ve known you. Something’s up.’
The party, as it turns out, isn't quite so awful. Doojoon walked in fully expecting to be surrounded by a sea of people and not a single familiar face, but he was pleasantly surprised when greeted by old acquaintances and friends-friends-of-friends, even-whom he hadn't spoken to since he graduated high school.
It was a nice change; socialising, instead of constantly studying or working-both of which are generally solitary activities, Hyunseung aside.
Speak of the devil, he thinks, as the boy himself comes bounding up, grabbing Doojoon’s hand and whisking him away through the lounge, through the kitchen, and out into the backyard before he can even think how rude it was not to have excused himself.
There are still quite a few party-goers outside, but it's much quieter, calmer than inside-not that he was bothered by the noise. Not yet, anyway.
Doojoon thinks maybe parties aren't so bad after all.
Until he sees Junhyung.
Why his once-amazing foresight is failing him now of all times, he doesn't know, but he really wishes he'd have just turned around and gone back inside-or better yet, declined Hyunseung's invitation to the party.
He knew they were together-fucking, whatever-but to say that it sucked to watch Junhyung press Hyunseung up against the wall and kiss him would be an understatement.
He turns away at a flash of tongue, both for their privacy and his fragile heart, instead looking up at the cloudy sky. When he looks hard enough, he can see one, maybe two stars through the cloud coverage-a rare sight, clouds or not.
Those stars may have once resembled something akin to hope in his eyes, he thinks, could he not hear the faint sounds of the couple behind him. It wasn't really one to reinforce hope; not about this, at least.
When Hyunseung finally calls out to him, breathless and a little tipsy, Doojoon thinks maybe he shouldn't turn around; maybe he should just walk away. But Hyunseung’s hand on his shoulder stops him.
The younger boy coaxes Doojoon to face him, hand still on his shoulder. The first thing Doojoon notices is Junhyung’s absence; the second is the look Hyunseung is giving him. He just stands and stares for a while (Doojoon thinks the whole thing's starting to get creepy around the one minute mark,) before pressing his lips to Doojoon’s; it's fleeting, but the effect lasts on Doojoon for longer than he'd care to admit.
'I know,' Hyunseung says, before leaving-presumably in search of a drink. Or Junhyung.
'You know what? ' Doojoon mutters, just a little too late to be answered.
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a/n: i'm sorry this took so long to get out and i'm sorry it's crappy. this isn't what i had planned, but it's all i have until i get a new keyboard. sorry. ;~; comments are always loved. ♥
dooseung, junseung. angst (maybe?), romance. 2525 words. au. m.
doojoon's not sure what came over him when he decided to befriend the homeless boy, but whatever it was, he's thankful for it. (a.k.a: the story of a beggar and a law student.)
notes: i'm so sorry this wasn't up earlier ;~; i broke my keyboard, so i couldn't write. even now i'm writing this using the on-screen keyboard. D: so yeah. that's also why it's now three parts.
PART ONE | PART THREE
“I know”-what does that even mean? Doojoon wonders for what seems like the millionth time. It’s been three months since he’d confessed to Hyunseung, and he isn’t any closer to working out what the hell his friend meant by that.
There was something in those words, Doojoon knows. He knows there’s more to it than acknowledgment, but he can’t bring himself to even think that it means what he wants it to mean because that will only end in heartbreak. Doojoon had replayed those few (what should have been) life-altering minutes in his mind quite often over the past few months, so much so that the look in Hyunseung’s eyes has seemingly tattooed itself onto the back of Doojoon's eyelids, so Doojoon sees it whenever he closes his eyes-even if only for a second.
There was something in that look, too. Something hidden, something meaningful, and something Doojoon thinks he may never understand. Was it guilt? No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t a guilty look at all.
Doojoon knows he’s been staring too long-thinking too hard-when the section of cream-coloured wall above the television is now adorned with the image of Hyunseung’s face looking back at him, unreadable expression in place. It makes Doojoon uncomfortable, so he shifts a little in his seat before deciding to move to the recliner, but he can still feel the image of Hyunseung staring back at him. He casts his eyes back to the wall and, lo and behold, the image is there-flawless as it was in reality-seemingly following him with his eyes.
Doojoon's very own Mona Lisa.
Thanks for last night.
Hyunseung grasps the slip of paper and scrunches it up into a ball, throwing it into the trashcan next to the wardrobe. His mind wanders back to the previous night, trying to recall the stranger’s name and coming up short, as he pulls on his underwear and jeans almost mechanically, leaving the fly undone. He collects his shirt and shoes (but doesn’t even bother with finding his socks) as he makes his way outside. He pays no mind to the fact that-even though it’s fairly early in the morning-there are already people littering the streets, nor does he notice (or care, really) that it’s almost cold enough to be snowing as he makes his way to the reception to return his key.
After he does this, he fishes his mobile phone out of his left sneaker and dials an all-too familiar number. Doojoon answers on the fifth ring, sounding as though he had just woken up. Hyunseung doesn’t even have it in him to feel guilty.
‘I need you to pick me up.’
On the other end of the line, Doojoon sighs. ‘Where are you?’ Hyunseung rattles off the address and a vague description of the motel before hanging up.
It takes Doojoon almost an hour and a half to reach Hyunseung, and by the time he arrives, Hyunseung is sitting on the cold concrete, arms wrapped around his knees in an attempt the keep himself warm. Doojoon doesn’t even bother to tell him that he should put his shoes and shirt on and do up his fly, or that he could have at least waited inside until he arrived because he knows Hyunseung would have an excuse (or at least a sarcastic remark,) to fire back at him.
The atmosphere is tense the entire drive home, even after Hyunseung has fallen asleep with his head resting against the window. Doojoon struggles to keep his anger in check when Hyunseung starts snoring quietly, each sound serving as fuel to the fire that is Doojoon’s rage. He deserves better than this, he knows. He deserves better than to have to run after his best friend every other night, fetching him from god-knows-where and having to pretend like it doesn’t even bother him at all. He knows, though, that if he isn’t there to do this, then no one will be and he doesn’t even want to think of what situations Hyunseung might end up in without Doojoon.
It’s a double-edged sword, and Doojoon can’t decide which end he’d rather be on.
Doojoon’s anger still hasn’t subsided later that night when he makes up his mind to tell Hyunseung that enough is enough. Despite it being almost midnight, he knows that Hyunseung will still be awake. Doojoon knocks on his friend’s door quietly before opening it just enough so he can slip inside.
'Hey, I need to talk to you about something… Seung?' Doojoon blinks a few times in an attempt to adjust his eyes to the dim lighting as he walks over to where the younger boy is sitting on his bed, staring blankly at the wall across from him. 'Are you okay?' he shakes Hyunseung’s arm gently, breaking him from his reverie. His expression hardens for a second before registering who it was that had disturbed him.
A small smile plays on his lips as he apologises, 'sorry, Doojoon, I sort of just... zoned out a bit. You know how it is.' Doojoon shakes his head, very much wanting to tell Hyunseung that, no, he doesn’t know, but he bites back the remark.
'Is something bothering you?'
Hyunseung laughs softly; a sound which voices his confusion and insecurities far louder than words ever could have. He flashes Doojoon his best (fake) smile as though to say, yeah, I’m fine, before speaking again. 'Why did you want to talk to me?' Doojoon knows he is trying to change the subject, but he doesn’t push it. If Hyunseung wanted to talk, he would talk.
Deciding, yet again, that now probably isn’t the best time to tell Hyunseung just how he felt, Doojoon shakes his head once more. 'Don’t worry, it's nothing too important. You should probably think about getting to sleep sometime soon.' Doojoon doesn’t miss the sigh that escapes his friend’s lips as he closes the door behind him, leaving the younger boy to his thoughts once again.
‘Can you pick me up?’ It’s a Sunday night (or rather, Monday morning, seeing as it’s almost three o’clock) and Doojoon knows he should just say no because he has classes that morning, but there’s something about the way Hyunseung actually bothers to ask, voice laden with desperation, that manages to break any resolve he may have had.
‘Where are you?’
When he slides into the passenger seat-shirtless, fly undone, hair mussed, and absolutely reeking of sex-Hyunseung can’t help but notice the way Doojoon crinkles his nose up in distaste. ‘Thank you,’ he says, the words seeming a little strange coming from his mouth. Doojoon merely grunts in reply, hostility rolling off him in waves.
‘Doojoon, I-’
‘Don’t, Hyunseung,’ Doojoon cuts him off in a quiet voice that rings in his ears until he can hear nothing else.
‘This has got to stop!’ Doojoon doesn’t even bother to knock as he barges into Hyunseung’s room, having just woken up and discovered that he had slept through his classes. He stands at the foot of Hyunseung’s bed, just left of his line of sight.
Hyunseung merely glances at Doojoon, before returning his gaze to the wall, seemingly unfazed by his friend’s outburst. Doojoon isn’t actually sure of what to do now because he isn’t one to lose his cool often, and his friend’s nonchalant attitude toward the matter has completely ruined his plans. He had a whole speech worked out based on what he thought Hyunseung’s reactions would be, but now? Now he has nothing, and god knows he isn’t exactly the best at “winging it”. Nonetheless, he isn’t about to give up after having finally grown the balls to confront his friend.
‘Do you ever listen to what I have to say anymore?’ Doojoon asks, voice steely as he blinks furiously, tears of frustration gathering in the corners of his eyes. ‘What do I have to do to get you to pay attention? Do I have to have sex with you?’ Hyunseung flinches. ‘Is that what I have to do? Because, fuck, if it means you’ll listen to me, I swear to god, I will do it.
‘I’m sick and tired of having to run around after you and pick you up at all fucking hours of the night. It’s ridiculous and unfair and it shouldn’t even be my goddamn responsibility. I can’t keep missing my classes because of you, so get one of your little fuck buddies to bring you home from now on, okay? I don’t want to deal with your shit anymore.’ Doojoon's angry and he’s breathing more heavily than what is natural, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the younger boy as he speaks-not even once.
He is just about to turn and leave, when Hyunseung finally turns his gaze back to him, face expressionless. But when Doojoon looks closer, he can see the emotions swimming in Hyunseung’s glassy eyes-guilt, fear, remorse-and once again, his resolve crumbles. ‘Hyunseung, I… I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.’
‘No, you’re right,’ Hyunseung’s voice is strained and he swallows a few times, as though that will stop the tears from escaping his eyes. ‘I should… I’ll find my own way home from now on. I’m sorry you missed your classes.’ Doojoon feels like the biggest ass in the world as Hyunseung lowers his head and wipes furiously at his eyes.
‘Seung…’
‘It’s fine, Doojoon, I get it,’ he sighs once and closes his eyes. ‘Really, it’s fine.’
Hyunseung isn’t quite sure who he’s trying to convince.
It’s almost four-thirty in the morning and Doojoon is wide awake and wondering where Hyunseung is, if he’s okay, and how he’s getting home. It’s irrational, he knows, because he never really liked having to interrupt his sleep to pick up the younger boy, but now-now that he’s worried sick that maybe his best friend just won’t return home at all-it doesn’t seem quite so bad.
He doesn’t bother to turn the lamp on as he reaches over to grasp his phone which is sitting on the bedside table. He types a quick message, hoping Hyunseung replies soon so that he can finally get some rest.
When will you be home?
The sun is just starting to rise when Hyunseung finally replies.
Piak md up?
The fact that Hyunseung even replied at all is enough to temporarily alleviate Doojoon’s worry as he presses the call button. He’s already up and out of bed attempting to find some sort of shirt and a pair of shoes by the time Hyunseung answers, slurring slightly.
‘Hi there, Doojoon.’ Doojoon’s not sure if it’s just the affects of alcohol on his speech, or the way it comes across over the phone, but Hyunseung sounds far too distant and dull for his liking.
‘Where are you?’
‘Jiyoon's house.’
Doojoon shakes his head disapprovingly before realising that he’s on the phone and Hyunseung can’t actually see him. ‘You’re an idiot,’ he says before hanging up.
It’s just the alcohol is what Doojoon tells himself. Obviously that’s the only reason why Hyunseung had screeched at him to stop the car, before flinging the door open and collapsing against the cold, damp sidewalk a heap. Alcohol always makes people do strange things.
It takes him a minute to realise that his friend is crying-no, sobbing-and it takes him another minute or so to realise that he just can’t bring himself to care. It doesn’t make any sense for him to care, either, he reasons with himself. Hyunseung is drunk and, quite frankly, far too high maintenance for Doojoon to even fathom an attempt to calm him down. So he waits.
It isn’t until half an hour later that a sniffling Hyunseung pulls himself back in the car, shaking Doojoon’s shoulder to wake him. The pair merely exchanges glances before Doojoon starts the car. He thinks that this will probably be one of those things that they never bring up again for the sake of pride.
‘Wanna come to a party?’
There’s a light shining in Hyunseung's eyes that Doojoon’s never seen before, and he doesn’t know whether to be frightened or surprised. The younger had hardly spoken to him since that “happening”-as Doojoon like to call it-so it was overall a bit strange for Hyunseung to be asking him now, all things given.
‘You haven’t asked me to a party in all of the two years I’ve known you. Something’s up.’
The party, as it turns out, isn't quite so awful. Doojoon walked in fully expecting to be surrounded by a sea of people and not a single familiar face, but he was pleasantly surprised when greeted by old acquaintances and friends-friends-of-friends, even-whom he hadn't spoken to since he graduated high school.
It was a nice change; socialising, instead of constantly studying or working-both of which are generally solitary activities, Hyunseung aside.
Speak of the devil, he thinks, as the boy himself comes bounding up, grabbing Doojoon’s hand and whisking him away through the lounge, through the kitchen, and out into the backyard before he can even think how rude it was not to have excused himself.
There are still quite a few party-goers outside, but it's much quieter, calmer than inside-not that he was bothered by the noise. Not yet, anyway.
Doojoon thinks maybe parties aren't so bad after all.
Until he sees Junhyung.
Why his once-amazing foresight is failing him now of all times, he doesn't know, but he really wishes he'd have just turned around and gone back inside-or better yet, declined Hyunseung's invitation to the party.
He knew they were together-fucking, whatever-but to say that it sucked to watch Junhyung press Hyunseung up against the wall and kiss him would be an understatement.
He turns away at a flash of tongue, both for their privacy and his fragile heart, instead looking up at the cloudy sky. When he looks hard enough, he can see one, maybe two stars through the cloud coverage-a rare sight, clouds or not.
Those stars may have once resembled something akin to hope in his eyes, he thinks, could he not hear the faint sounds of the couple behind him. It wasn't really one to reinforce hope; not about this, at least.
When Hyunseung finally calls out to him, breathless and a little tipsy, Doojoon thinks maybe he shouldn't turn around; maybe he should just walk away. But Hyunseung’s hand on his shoulder stops him.
The younger boy coaxes Doojoon to face him, hand still on his shoulder. The first thing Doojoon notices is Junhyung’s absence; the second is the look Hyunseung is giving him. He just stands and stares for a while (Doojoon thinks the whole thing's starting to get creepy around the one minute mark,) before pressing his lips to Doojoon’s; it's fleeting, but the effect lasts on Doojoon for longer than he'd care to admit.
'I know,' Hyunseung says, before leaving-presumably in search of a drink. Or Junhyung.
'You know what? ' Doojoon mutters, just a little too late to be answered.
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a/n: i'm sorry this took so long to get out and i'm sorry it's crappy. this isn't what i had planned, but it's all i have until i get a new keyboard. sorry. ;~; comments are always loved. ♥