Black Rose (2/?)
Title: Black Rose
Pairings: main!DooSeob, side!JunSeung, Kiwoon, friendship!KiSeob
Characters: B2ST, 4minute, G.Na
Rating: PG-13 for now, will go up later
Disclaimer/Warning: I do not own the characters, just the plot. Mature themes, some violence, angst.
Summary: The past can’t be forgotten, nor can it be changed. The past affects the future. Yoseob knows that quite well.
3 years ago.
Yoseob felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around his waist, a broad chest pressing into his back. He sighed contently as he felt Doojoon bestow a trail of wet kisses onto his neck. The younger continued to cook their dinner- spicy rice cakes- and hummed happily.
“Doojoon-ssi?” Yoseob knew that addressing Doojoon formally was a tease that really irked his boyfriend. Therefore, he always applied it to their conversations.
“Yoseob.” Doojoon was whining a bit.
“Doojoon-ah?”
“Yes?”
“Why did you choose me?”
The question seemed to take Doojoon off-guard. It had been a year since he had met Yoseob. The elder smiled. “Because you’re you.”
Yoseob giggled happily, his blond hair shining brightly due to the fluorescent glow of the lights. “Seriously, hyung, don’t be so cheesy.”
Doojoon’s face twisted into a hurt expression, a fake one. “Yoseob...you would doubt my reasons for loving you?”
“No, of course not, Doojoon-ah!” When the younger sounded worried, Doojoon chuckled.
“Seob. I know you don’t doubt me. It’s okay.”
“Okay...good. Because I love you.”
The blond whirled around, startling the latter. Yoseob smashed his lips against Doojoon’s plump ones, and moaned once the elder pushed his tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Doojoon’s neck, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed against each other, the contact adding fuel to the flames of love and lust and passion.
* * *2 years ago.
Yoseob let the hot water run down his aching muscles. It had been a while since Doojoon had let him take a proper shower, one that didn’t involve some sort of sexual intercourse. He moaned as he pressed the stinging soap to his various sore spots, cuts, and bruises. Truthfully, he didn’t mind Doojoon being so possessive, and so...disciplined. It actually turned Yoseob on, made him even hornier than he already was. Even receiving one smoldering look from Doojoon would create a problem in the form of a hard-on.
Yoseob sighed, letting himself be enveloped in steam and the scent of mint. Sometimes, he felt like pleasing Doojoon, surpassing everything that his boyfriend thought was perfect. And sometimes...he just wanted to give up.
* * *
Yoseob wrung his hands nervously under the wooden surface. He had styled his hair so that it was spiked at the front, and he had dressed himself in an black t-shirt, black jeans, and white blazer, complete with white high-tops. He needed to prove that he was different. Not only to himself, but to others as well.
He looked up from his feet, and met the eyes of his friend. Gina simply ran her index finger around the rim of the ceramic coffee cup in front of her.
“So...” Yoseob broke the uncomfortable silence. Gina stared at him, a motherly smile lighting up her features.
“So...” she teased. “You’re probably wondering why asked to coffee, Yoseob-ah. And you’ll see, in just a moment.” The brown-haired woman glanced at her silver, expensive-looking watch, a bit of impatience and irritation evident in her expression.
“Is there someone else coming?” The boy probed, slightly worried. Gina looked back up, the soft grin returning.
“Oh yes, there is. And there’s no need to be so stiff and anxious. It’s not. . .him.” Ever since Yoseob had left Doojoon, the latter’s name was taboo. All his friends knew that as well.
“O-okay. . .” Yoseob trailed off into a pregnant silence. They waited, and watched the front door. After a while, a familiar face walked in. It broke into a smile once it spotted Gina and Yoseob.
“Junhyung-ah!” Gina stood up and pulled the younger man into a gentle hug. Junhyung patted her back and shifted his gaze to Yoseob. Yoseob gulped nervously.
“Well,” Junhyung said once they had all taken their seats, fresh cups of coffee and chocolate biscottis, waiting to be consumed, before them. “It’s been a while, don’t you think, Seobie?” It relieved Yoseob to know that nothing significant had changed in their relationship. However, he was still tense, on edge.
“Yes. It has been some time since I’ve last seen you, Jun.”
“How are things for you?”
“They’re. . .great. . .My life is. . .” Yoseob didn’t finish his thought. “How’s you and Seungie?” Hyunseung, Junhyung’s boyfriend for six years, was one of Yoseob’s closest friends. However, since his relationship with Doojoon had ended, Yoseob hadn’t been able to see the doe-eyed man much.
“Perfect. Actually, I asked him to marry me.” Junhyung’s face lit up with the type of happiness that one could only find in the pleasures of love.
“Oh? I’m so happy for you two! When’s the wedding?” Gina spoke up, her eyebrows disappearing under her side-swept bangs. “Where are you guys honeymooning?”
When Yoseob was growing up, the woman sitting next to him had been a prominent figure. She was like an older sister, caring for Yoseob, feeding him, bathing him, shuttling him around. And she didn’t seem to have a problem with the fact that he was homosexual, or the fact that many of his friends were homosexual as well. And he loved her for that. Like family, of course.
“Seriously, Jun? You, of all people, are getting married?” Yoseob was flabbergasted. Out of the tons of friends he possessed, Junhyung was by far, the person who was never interested in commitment. Hyunseung was the most prone to falling for someone like that.
“Yes. It’s in about. . .six months, maybe. I don’t really know, he just agreed yesterday, after all those months of constant pestering. . .” Junhyung stared out the window, into the rainy weather and dismal streets.
“Ah. . .” Both Yoseob and Gina nodded their heads in understanding. Hyunseung was an adamant boy, quite stubborn. If he made a decision, he would stick by it. If he believed something was right, he could never be persuaded, not even to consider the fact that he could be wrong. So it didn’t surprise anybody that it had taken a while for Junhyung to get his boyfriend to marry him. It didn’t seem crazy at all.
“Yeah. But I know for a fact that we’re going to Jeju-do for our honeymoon.” At Gina’s disgusted face: “Hey, it’s the best we can afford.” The woman rolled her eyes, which then flitted to her watch. They widened, her eyeballs almost coming out of her sockets. The two men simply stared.
“Shit. I’m late.” She picked up her leather messenger bag and the folder full of her reports, and stood up. “Great to meet you two again. I really need to go. Bye.” Not caring that she was leaving behind truckloads of awkwardness, Gina left, her black stilettos softly clicking against the tiled floor.
“Well. . .” Junhyung, Yoseob believed, felt awkward as well. They just sat there, staring at the table, till Junhyung decided to start a conversation. “How’s Kikwang?”
“Good.”
“Dongwoon?”
“He has Kikwang, so he’s good as well.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. . .”
Junhyung looked troubled for a moment, and finally, voiced his thoughts. “Hey, Seob? Do you ever think about him?”
“Him?” Yoseob looked confused. “Dongwoon? Why would I think about him? He’s Kikwang’s boyfriend. I don’t stab my friends in the back, if that’s what you’re implying.” His voice became heated towards the end of his statement.
“Aish. No need to get so defensive. Gosh. And not Dongwoon, Yoseob. Do you ever think about Doojoon?” The younger froze in his seat immediately, Doojoon’s name hanging heavily in the air, like the cumulonimbus clouds outside.
“D-Doojoon? What? No. . .I- I never- I never think about him.” Yoseob’s chocolate eyes were wide, scared, those of a wild animal. His breaths began to come in short, frantic gasps.
“Seob.” Junhyung moved next to Yoseob, sliding his chair. It made a loud scraping noise, causing the occupants of the tables nearby to look at them in annoyance. “Seobie. Calm down. It’s okay. Relax. And tell the truth.” He placed a warm palm on the latter’s shoulder comfortingly. The younger visibly relaxed. He also decided to come clean.
“I. . .don’t know, Junnie. I seriously don’t. It’s like, I don’t even try to think about. . .” he took a deep breath, “about Doojoon, but everything seems to wind back to him. All my thoughts, all my actions, everything Kikwang and Dongwoon do.” Yoseob’s voice hitched, dangerously close to breaking. “And. . .and I’m so lonely. . .and so frightened. . .and I don’t know what to do. . .” His once even tone cracked, and Yoseob buried his face in his soft hands.
“Everything’s gonna be alright, Seob. Trust me. It’s all gonna be okay.”
“Okay.”
“And Doojoon misses you too.”
“What?” Yoseob was startled, and snapped out of his blank reverie.
Junhyung just smirked, gave the other boy his signature amused look. He pulled out his wallet and placed a two ten-thousand won bills onto the wooden surface. Junhyung pushed his seat back and got up.
“You heard me, kid. See you around.” And with that, the elder walked off, his shoulders slightly slouched, his white sneakers squeaking slightly against the linoleum. Yoseob watched Junhyung until he was no longer in sight, then sighed.
Doojoon missed him?
* * *Doojoon stared at the television emotionlessly. Although it sounded selfish, he didn’t care that some kid was missing, he didn’t care that the South Korean soccer team was recruiting players. . . okay, he cared about that. . .but all he was thinking about was Yoseob. Yoseob haunted his thoughts, his crying, scared, and bloodied face appearing when Doojoon least expected it. Of course Doojoon felt guilty. Who the fuck wouldn’t feel guilty for doing that to someone they loved?
Doojoon shut his eyes tightly, but quickly reopened them and spun around, hearing his front door open. It was Junhyung.
Junhyung looked all happy; his smile was present, and his eyes were bright. And it made Doojoon feel a bit pissed off.
“Why so pleasant?”
“Why so serious?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“No need to be so sulky, bitch. Stop PMSing.”
“Watch your mouth, you dick.”
“Make me, bastard.”
“Shut up, or God help you. . .”
“All right, all right, sheesh.” Junhyung raised his hands in defeat, though he knew that he had won the battle. “Guess what though, hyung?”
Doojoon raised a black eyebrow, feeling slightly better after the dirty banter. “You and Seung are getting married?”
“Yes. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Spit it out then.”
“Guess who I saw?”
“Yong Junhy-”
“Yoseob. Dude, I met up with Gina noona, and Yoseob was there! He was all depressed. And he definitely misses you! He basically told me that he did!”
“What?” The elder scrambled up off the green couch.
“Yeah.”
Junhyung smiled, his gleaming teeth appearing from beneath his heart-shaped lips. He strolled out of Doojoon’s apartment, leaving the latter behind.
Doojoon was unsure about that. Did Yoseob really miss him? He doubted that. How could Yoseob even stand to think about him, after all the pain Doojoon had inflicted?
Doojoon let out a strangled cry, and retreated to his bedroom, the confusion and longing washing away the sanity in his mind.
(A/N: I will be giving the first two people to comment spots in the next post.)
Pairings: main!DooSeob, side!JunSeung, Kiwoon, friendship!KiSeob
Characters: B2ST, 4minute, G.Na
Rating: PG-13 for now, will go up later
Disclaimer/Warning: I do not own the characters, just the plot. Mature themes, some violence, angst.
Summary: The past can’t be forgotten, nor can it be changed. The past affects the future. Yoseob knows that quite well.
3 years ago.
Yoseob felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around his waist, a broad chest pressing into his back. He sighed contently as he felt Doojoon bestow a trail of wet kisses onto his neck. The younger continued to cook their dinner- spicy rice cakes- and hummed happily.
“Doojoon-ssi?” Yoseob knew that addressing Doojoon formally was a tease that really irked his boyfriend. Therefore, he always applied it to their conversations.
“Yoseob.” Doojoon was whining a bit.
“Doojoon-ah?”
“Yes?”
“Why did you choose me?”
The question seemed to take Doojoon off-guard. It had been a year since he had met Yoseob. The elder smiled. “Because you’re you.”
Yoseob giggled happily, his blond hair shining brightly due to the fluorescent glow of the lights. “Seriously, hyung, don’t be so cheesy.”
Doojoon’s face twisted into a hurt expression, a fake one. “Yoseob...you would doubt my reasons for loving you?”
“No, of course not, Doojoon-ah!” When the younger sounded worried, Doojoon chuckled.
“Seob. I know you don’t doubt me. It’s okay.”
“Okay...good. Because I love you.”
The blond whirled around, startling the latter. Yoseob smashed his lips against Doojoon’s plump ones, and moaned once the elder pushed his tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Doojoon’s neck, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed against each other, the contact adding fuel to the flames of love and lust and passion.
* * *2 years ago.
Yoseob let the hot water run down his aching muscles. It had been a while since Doojoon had let him take a proper shower, one that didn’t involve some sort of sexual intercourse. He moaned as he pressed the stinging soap to his various sore spots, cuts, and bruises. Truthfully, he didn’t mind Doojoon being so possessive, and so...disciplined. It actually turned Yoseob on, made him even hornier than he already was. Even receiving one smoldering look from Doojoon would create a problem in the form of a hard-on.
Yoseob sighed, letting himself be enveloped in steam and the scent of mint. Sometimes, he felt like pleasing Doojoon, surpassing everything that his boyfriend thought was perfect. And sometimes...he just wanted to give up.
* * *
Yoseob wrung his hands nervously under the wooden surface. He had styled his hair so that it was spiked at the front, and he had dressed himself in an black t-shirt, black jeans, and white blazer, complete with white high-tops. He needed to prove that he was different. Not only to himself, but to others as well.
He looked up from his feet, and met the eyes of his friend. Gina simply ran her index finger around the rim of the ceramic coffee cup in front of her.
“So...” Yoseob broke the uncomfortable silence. Gina stared at him, a motherly smile lighting up her features.
“So...” she teased. “You’re probably wondering why asked to coffee, Yoseob-ah. And you’ll see, in just a moment.” The brown-haired woman glanced at her silver, expensive-looking watch, a bit of impatience and irritation evident in her expression.
“Is there someone else coming?” The boy probed, slightly worried. Gina looked back up, the soft grin returning.
“Oh yes, there is. And there’s no need to be so stiff and anxious. It’s not. . .him.” Ever since Yoseob had left Doojoon, the latter’s name was taboo. All his friends knew that as well.
“O-okay. . .” Yoseob trailed off into a pregnant silence. They waited, and watched the front door. After a while, a familiar face walked in. It broke into a smile once it spotted Gina and Yoseob.
“Junhyung-ah!” Gina stood up and pulled the younger man into a gentle hug. Junhyung patted her back and shifted his gaze to Yoseob. Yoseob gulped nervously.
“Well,” Junhyung said once they had all taken their seats, fresh cups of coffee and chocolate biscottis, waiting to be consumed, before them. “It’s been a while, don’t you think, Seobie?” It relieved Yoseob to know that nothing significant had changed in their relationship. However, he was still tense, on edge.
“Yes. It has been some time since I’ve last seen you, Jun.”
“How are things for you?”
“They’re. . .great. . .My life is. . .” Yoseob didn’t finish his thought. “How’s you and Seungie?” Hyunseung, Junhyung’s boyfriend for six years, was one of Yoseob’s closest friends. However, since his relationship with Doojoon had ended, Yoseob hadn’t been able to see the doe-eyed man much.
“Perfect. Actually, I asked him to marry me.” Junhyung’s face lit up with the type of happiness that one could only find in the pleasures of love.
“Oh? I’m so happy for you two! When’s the wedding?” Gina spoke up, her eyebrows disappearing under her side-swept bangs. “Where are you guys honeymooning?”
When Yoseob was growing up, the woman sitting next to him had been a prominent figure. She was like an older sister, caring for Yoseob, feeding him, bathing him, shuttling him around. And she didn’t seem to have a problem with the fact that he was homosexual, or the fact that many of his friends were homosexual as well. And he loved her for that. Like family, of course.
“Seriously, Jun? You, of all people, are getting married?” Yoseob was flabbergasted. Out of the tons of friends he possessed, Junhyung was by far, the person who was never interested in commitment. Hyunseung was the most prone to falling for someone like that.
“Yes. It’s in about. . .six months, maybe. I don’t really know, he just agreed yesterday, after all those months of constant pestering. . .” Junhyung stared out the window, into the rainy weather and dismal streets.
“Ah. . .” Both Yoseob and Gina nodded their heads in understanding. Hyunseung was an adamant boy, quite stubborn. If he made a decision, he would stick by it. If he believed something was right, he could never be persuaded, not even to consider the fact that he could be wrong. So it didn’t surprise anybody that it had taken a while for Junhyung to get his boyfriend to marry him. It didn’t seem crazy at all.
“Yeah. But I know for a fact that we’re going to Jeju-do for our honeymoon.” At Gina’s disgusted face: “Hey, it’s the best we can afford.” The woman rolled her eyes, which then flitted to her watch. They widened, her eyeballs almost coming out of her sockets. The two men simply stared.
“Shit. I’m late.” She picked up her leather messenger bag and the folder full of her reports, and stood up. “Great to meet you two again. I really need to go. Bye.” Not caring that she was leaving behind truckloads of awkwardness, Gina left, her black stilettos softly clicking against the tiled floor.
“Well. . .” Junhyung, Yoseob believed, felt awkward as well. They just sat there, staring at the table, till Junhyung decided to start a conversation. “How’s Kikwang?”
“Good.”
“Dongwoon?”
“He has Kikwang, so he’s good as well.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. . .”
Junhyung looked troubled for a moment, and finally, voiced his thoughts. “Hey, Seob? Do you ever think about him?”
“Him?” Yoseob looked confused. “Dongwoon? Why would I think about him? He’s Kikwang’s boyfriend. I don’t stab my friends in the back, if that’s what you’re implying.” His voice became heated towards the end of his statement.
“Aish. No need to get so defensive. Gosh. And not Dongwoon, Yoseob. Do you ever think about Doojoon?” The younger froze in his seat immediately, Doojoon’s name hanging heavily in the air, like the cumulonimbus clouds outside.
“D-Doojoon? What? No. . .I- I never- I never think about him.” Yoseob’s chocolate eyes were wide, scared, those of a wild animal. His breaths began to come in short, frantic gasps.
“Seob.” Junhyung moved next to Yoseob, sliding his chair. It made a loud scraping noise, causing the occupants of the tables nearby to look at them in annoyance. “Seobie. Calm down. It’s okay. Relax. And tell the truth.” He placed a warm palm on the latter’s shoulder comfortingly. The younger visibly relaxed. He also decided to come clean.
“I. . .don’t know, Junnie. I seriously don’t. It’s like, I don’t even try to think about. . .” he took a deep breath, “about Doojoon, but everything seems to wind back to him. All my thoughts, all my actions, everything Kikwang and Dongwoon do.” Yoseob’s voice hitched, dangerously close to breaking. “And. . .and I’m so lonely. . .and so frightened. . .and I don’t know what to do. . .” His once even tone cracked, and Yoseob buried his face in his soft hands.
“Everything’s gonna be alright, Seob. Trust me. It’s all gonna be okay.”
“Okay.”
“And Doojoon misses you too.”
“What?” Yoseob was startled, and snapped out of his blank reverie.
Junhyung just smirked, gave the other boy his signature amused look. He pulled out his wallet and placed a two ten-thousand won bills onto the wooden surface. Junhyung pushed his seat back and got up.
“You heard me, kid. See you around.” And with that, the elder walked off, his shoulders slightly slouched, his white sneakers squeaking slightly against the linoleum. Yoseob watched Junhyung until he was no longer in sight, then sighed.
Doojoon missed him?
* * *Doojoon stared at the television emotionlessly. Although it sounded selfish, he didn’t care that some kid was missing, he didn’t care that the South Korean soccer team was recruiting players. . . okay, he cared about that. . .but all he was thinking about was Yoseob. Yoseob haunted his thoughts, his crying, scared, and bloodied face appearing when Doojoon least expected it. Of course Doojoon felt guilty. Who the fuck wouldn’t feel guilty for doing that to someone they loved?
Doojoon shut his eyes tightly, but quickly reopened them and spun around, hearing his front door open. It was Junhyung.
Junhyung looked all happy; his smile was present, and his eyes were bright. And it made Doojoon feel a bit pissed off.
“Why so pleasant?”
“Why so serious?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“No need to be so sulky, bitch. Stop PMSing.”
“Watch your mouth, you dick.”
“Make me, bastard.”
“Shut up, or God help you. . .”
“All right, all right, sheesh.” Junhyung raised his hands in defeat, though he knew that he had won the battle. “Guess what though, hyung?”
Doojoon raised a black eyebrow, feeling slightly better after the dirty banter. “You and Seung are getting married?”
“Yes. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Spit it out then.”
“Guess who I saw?”
“Yong Junhy-”
“Yoseob. Dude, I met up with Gina noona, and Yoseob was there! He was all depressed. And he definitely misses you! He basically told me that he did!”
“What?” The elder scrambled up off the green couch.
“Yeah.”
Junhyung smiled, his gleaming teeth appearing from beneath his heart-shaped lips. He strolled out of Doojoon’s apartment, leaving the latter behind.
Doojoon was unsure about that. Did Yoseob really miss him? He doubted that. How could Yoseob even stand to think about him, after all the pain Doojoon had inflicted?
Doojoon let out a strangled cry, and retreated to his bedroom, the confusion and longing washing away the sanity in his mind.
(A/N: I will be giving the first two people to comment spots in the next post.)