fugitives (oneshot)
Title: Fugitives
Pairing: Jinon/Leeu
Genre: slight angst
Word Count: 919
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: When the point of running away isn't to get somewhere. Written in reaction to Jinon's interview about how F.Cuz ran away from their company once.
He counts three blanketed lumps as he enters the tiny living room, the same number he had counted when he left. Dropping the bag of groceries- the only payment his friend is willing to accept for letting them crash here- on the counter before removing his jacket and beginning to feel around in the dark for his own blanket. In the dark, he can still differentiate between the three despite not being able to see them.
Younghak is the one closest to the wall, snoring slightly and curled away from the others in a fruitless attempt to escape the clutches of Yejun, whose leg is flung across his hyung's and is mumbling incoherent nothings into the back of Younghak's neck. Every now and then his body flails in its slumber, very aware of the magnae's intrusion though Younghak's mind obviously is not.
Seunghyun is curled up at Jinchul's feet where he sits on the couch. His hand clutches his cellphone so tightly in his sleep that his knuckles are white, though the phone's screen is pitch black. Smiling eyes are squeezed shut, dark bags beneath them making him look at least five years older. His hair is a mess of static, sticking to the cheap pillowcase. Before this escapade, Jinchul had been convinced that there never was a time Seunghyun wasn't styled to perfection and smiling brightly. However, as soon as his eyes closed, Jinchul became aware of what Seunghyun hid from them- the exhaustion, stress and sadness they all tried not to show to one another.
Perhaps that was why, that one morning two days ago, they hadn't spoken a word when they met at the dance studio. No sooner had Jinchul set down his duffel bag, then Younghak had accidentally given Seunghyun a rough clap on the back, sending him into a fit of coughing so violent Jinchul could still picture his face as clearly as if he had the picture saved on his camera- his eyes closed, mouth not smiling, but turned in a grotesque grimace as he gasped for air, cheeks flushing a deep red with tears starting to stream down. Yejun had rushed out to grab a bottle of whatever, because for whatever stupid reason, they hadn't had any on them. By the time Yejun had come back, Seunghyun was composed and starting to laugh. Jinchul had grabbed Seunghyun's hand, forcing him to his feet and leading him back out the studio door, not looking to see if the other two were following because he knew somehow that they were.
Now here they are, cramped like refugees in an apartment of a friend Jinchul barely knows and waiting for anything and nothing to happen. During the day, they answer to their managers and trainers and producers and even parents in the form of countless phone calls, and at night they sneak around outside, buying food to pay their rent and pretending that tomorrow will never come.
A low buzzing sound distracts him from his thoughts, the phone in Seunghyun's hand coming to life. Jinchul grabs it out of the sleeping boy's hand, rejecting the incoming call and turning the device off for real. He sighs when Seunghyun's eyes squint at him in the dark. "Go back to sleep," he whispers, moving to stretch out on the couch.
"I wasn't asleep anyway," he whispers back, yawning as he sits up. "Did you just get back from the store?"
He nods. "But we're out of money." Seunghyun sighs, understanding the implications. He rises to his feet, motioning for Jinchul to follow. He smiles at his hyung's questioning look and gestures at Younghak and Yejun, still fast asleep. "We don't want to wake the children."
They only go as far as the back of the couch, sitting side by side with their legs stretched out in front of them. Seunghyun yawns again. "So, it's all over, huh?"
"Looks like it. Where can we go with no money?" He's surprised when Seunghyun smiles.
"Did we honestly think we were going somewhere?" Jinchul shrugs, tired and confused. "We've had our fun, hyung. I don't know if there was much of a point, but we did it and it's over. I don't think I could take another call from my father anyway." He gestures behind them. "Plus, we have no reason to drag those two down with us."
"'Us'?" He asks, oddly amused at the word. "I thought I was the one who dragged you three into this mess."
Seunghyun hums, and for a second Jinchul thinks he hadn't heard him. "Hm, maybe, but you only did what was on all of our minds. I probably would have run away by myself that night if we hadn't gone together." The smile disappears as quickly as it came. "I'd much rather we be together." A turn of the head and his eyes are smiling though his lips are not. "Thank you, hyung."
He leans forward, eyes closing just after he sees Seunghyun's widen in shock, and his lips meet skin which he hopes and assumes is lips. The kiss isn't romantic, just a forcing together of closed mouths, and it isn't meant to be romantic. Seunghyun is smiling again when he opens his eyes, this time in understanding. Jinchul is relieved, because he can't think of the right choice of words or amount of words he'd require to express how grateful he is.
He can count the times Seunghyun has saved him on one hand, but sometimes all you need is one hand- to holds yours.
Pairing: Jinon/Leeu
Genre: slight angst
Word Count: 919
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: When the point of running away isn't to get somewhere. Written in reaction to Jinon's interview about how F.Cuz ran away from their company once.
He counts three blanketed lumps as he enters the tiny living room, the same number he had counted when he left. Dropping the bag of groceries- the only payment his friend is willing to accept for letting them crash here- on the counter before removing his jacket and beginning to feel around in the dark for his own blanket. In the dark, he can still differentiate between the three despite not being able to see them.
Younghak is the one closest to the wall, snoring slightly and curled away from the others in a fruitless attempt to escape the clutches of Yejun, whose leg is flung across his hyung's and is mumbling incoherent nothings into the back of Younghak's neck. Every now and then his body flails in its slumber, very aware of the magnae's intrusion though Younghak's mind obviously is not.
Seunghyun is curled up at Jinchul's feet where he sits on the couch. His hand clutches his cellphone so tightly in his sleep that his knuckles are white, though the phone's screen is pitch black. Smiling eyes are squeezed shut, dark bags beneath them making him look at least five years older. His hair is a mess of static, sticking to the cheap pillowcase. Before this escapade, Jinchul had been convinced that there never was a time Seunghyun wasn't styled to perfection and smiling brightly. However, as soon as his eyes closed, Jinchul became aware of what Seunghyun hid from them- the exhaustion, stress and sadness they all tried not to show to one another.
Perhaps that was why, that one morning two days ago, they hadn't spoken a word when they met at the dance studio. No sooner had Jinchul set down his duffel bag, then Younghak had accidentally given Seunghyun a rough clap on the back, sending him into a fit of coughing so violent Jinchul could still picture his face as clearly as if he had the picture saved on his camera- his eyes closed, mouth not smiling, but turned in a grotesque grimace as he gasped for air, cheeks flushing a deep red with tears starting to stream down. Yejun had rushed out to grab a bottle of whatever, because for whatever stupid reason, they hadn't had any on them. By the time Yejun had come back, Seunghyun was composed and starting to laugh. Jinchul had grabbed Seunghyun's hand, forcing him to his feet and leading him back out the studio door, not looking to see if the other two were following because he knew somehow that they were.
Now here they are, cramped like refugees in an apartment of a friend Jinchul barely knows and waiting for anything and nothing to happen. During the day, they answer to their managers and trainers and producers and even parents in the form of countless phone calls, and at night they sneak around outside, buying food to pay their rent and pretending that tomorrow will never come.
A low buzzing sound distracts him from his thoughts, the phone in Seunghyun's hand coming to life. Jinchul grabs it out of the sleeping boy's hand, rejecting the incoming call and turning the device off for real. He sighs when Seunghyun's eyes squint at him in the dark. "Go back to sleep," he whispers, moving to stretch out on the couch.
"I wasn't asleep anyway," he whispers back, yawning as he sits up. "Did you just get back from the store?"
He nods. "But we're out of money." Seunghyun sighs, understanding the implications. He rises to his feet, motioning for Jinchul to follow. He smiles at his hyung's questioning look and gestures at Younghak and Yejun, still fast asleep. "We don't want to wake the children."
They only go as far as the back of the couch, sitting side by side with their legs stretched out in front of them. Seunghyun yawns again. "So, it's all over, huh?"
"Looks like it. Where can we go with no money?" He's surprised when Seunghyun smiles.
"Did we honestly think we were going somewhere?" Jinchul shrugs, tired and confused. "We've had our fun, hyung. I don't know if there was much of a point, but we did it and it's over. I don't think I could take another call from my father anyway." He gestures behind them. "Plus, we have no reason to drag those two down with us."
"'Us'?" He asks, oddly amused at the word. "I thought I was the one who dragged you three into this mess."
Seunghyun hums, and for a second Jinchul thinks he hadn't heard him. "Hm, maybe, but you only did what was on all of our minds. I probably would have run away by myself that night if we hadn't gone together." The smile disappears as quickly as it came. "I'd much rather we be together." A turn of the head and his eyes are smiling though his lips are not. "Thank you, hyung."
He leans forward, eyes closing just after he sees Seunghyun's widen in shock, and his lips meet skin which he hopes and assumes is lips. The kiss isn't romantic, just a forcing together of closed mouths, and it isn't meant to be romantic. Seunghyun is smiling again when he opens his eyes, this time in understanding. Jinchul is relieved, because he can't think of the right choice of words or amount of words he'd require to express how grateful he is.
He can count the times Seunghyun has saved him on one hand, but sometimes all you need is one hand- to holds yours.