kpfm drabble dump #3 (f.cuz)
f.cuz. seunghyun/younghak. g. 435w.
Late, late at night, when the only sound is the low rumble of snoring boys, Seunghyun likes to think about America. The bright lights of Vegas shine behind his eyelids, the heavy smell of cheap vodka and thick cigarette smoke fills his nostrils, and he can practically hear the melodic jingle of tipsy female laughter in his ears.
When all is quiet, he can pretend he's back in America, making the usual mistakes of rebellious teenagers and not having to worry about parental backlash-- a lecture through a computer screen or over a long distance call isn't very effective, after all.
America taught him how to be good and how to be bad at the same time. He learned how to kiss well and walk away without a second glance. He learned how to handle his liquor and properly puke into a public toilet without touching its grimy ceramic surface. In America life was beautiful and horrifyingly disgusting at the same time. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth-- his English didn't even improve that much. Not much skill is needed to say, 'more, please,' 'another round' or 'thanks for the ride'.
In America he didn't need to worry or stress. He wasn't stuck with heavy training schedules or strict diets or endless streams of sleepless nights ending with a two hour frustrated nap. So, when he's exhausted and just about to fall asleep, he likes to think about a time when he felt in control, as if nothing in the entire universe could touch him. His father was timezones away, the liquor was cheap enough and his cash plentiful, and he couldn't understand what the girls called out to him as he casually waved goodbye and headed to the next club.
But in Korea, one thing touches him, the same pesky disturbance and likewise never fails to interrupt his hazy night-time recollections. It pulls at his t-shirt and whispers, "Hyung, you're speaking English in your sleep again," and no matter how many times Seunghyun bats away the hand or tries to roll over, it refuses to relent until Seunghyun whispers back, "Okay, okay, sorry. Go back to sleep."
That's when Younghak yawns, blinking with that stupid, sleepy expression and smiling. Seunghyun wills his friend away with his mind, but Younghak hovers around his bunk as if expecting something else.
Finally, with one last slow grin, that face disappears over the side of the bunk with a quiet, "'Night, hyung," and Seunghyun can't bring back those images of America all night, because he suddenly can't control anything. Not even his own heart.
f.cuz. gen, jinchul-centric. pg. 510w.
"Stop touching me." Shuffling, followed by a plastic click. "I'm serious, if you don't back off right now I'm going to smack you."
Jinchul sinks deeper into his seat as a third voice joins the mix."Both of you calm down and eat your lunch!"
There's more shuffling and someone grunts. "Oh my fucking god. Choi Younghak, if you're not on your side of the seat in three seconds, I'm going to kill you."
"Younghak-ah, just move back over."
"One." Jinchul pulls his beanie down over his ears. The snow outside looks awful pretty, but lately it's been bothersome. Nothing like trying to grip a mic with numb fingers.
"But I'm cold, hyung!"
"Two."
"We're all cold, Younghak." Seunghyun's voice is muffled, probably by the lunch he'd been trying to get the other two to eat. "Relax, Yejun."
"Three!" A resounding smack is followed by an obnoxiously loud yelp. The van shakes as panicked shuffling ensues in the back.
Their manager peeks at Jinchul from behind the wheel. "Shouldn't you do something?"
"Don't think you can come to me just 'cause Yejun hit you!" Seunghyun cries, but grunts and sighs heavily as the movement ceases. "I'm not your pillow."
"No," Jinchul replies quietly. "It's better to let them work it out on their own." An object lands in his lap, which turns out to be a half-eaten, re-wrapped sandwich. Presumably Seunghyun's, so Jinchul happily unwraps it and starts munching.
"But I'm cold, hyung," Younghak whining voice calls, oddly muffled. "You're so warm, hyung," he chuckles with glee and Seunghyun groans angrily.
The van starts to rock again. "Your hands are fucking cold!" Seunghyun growls and spits out a few curses which Jinchul thinks are English.
"Your arms are my favorite place to be!"
Jinchul can feel their manager looking at him again, so he closes his eyes and pretends to doze off. "It's getting dangerously gay back here, hyung," Yejun calls to him.
"Don't loop me in with this idiot!"
"So warm and soft, hyung... Wait, Yejun stop! No! Get your hands off that!"
Yejun's evil laugh fills the van, making Jinchul shudder.
"Give me back my camera!" Leave it to Yejun to go directly for his best friend's greatest weakness.
"Only if you promise not to touch me or Seunghyun-hyung." Jinchul can picture Yejun lounging triumphantly in the backseat, Younghak's precious DSLR dangling precariously from its lanyard.
The tension mounts as Younghak's brain whirls. Jinchul smirks behind his thick scarf. "B-but it's cold..." Younghak insists one last time, but it's obvious that Yejun has won. The van shifts as Younghak gets back into his seat next to Yejun.
"See what I mean?" Jinchul says quietly to their manager, who smiles. "Better not to interfere with the three of them."
Seunghyun's freshly made face appears between them, glancing curiously at Jinchul's lap. "Where's that sandwich I tossed you, hyung?"
Jinchul blinks, swallows, and replies dryly, "Sandwich?" Those huge, round eyes narrow and Seunghyun's mouth twists into a scowl.
"Did you eat my fucking sandwich?"
So much for everything working out.
f.cuz. younghak/seunghyun. au (big bang theory). g. 768w.
The front door to Younghak's apartment building is propped open and a moving trucking is parked outside. Nothing unusual there, seeing as there are several unoccupied apartments in the building. He twirls his keys in his fingers and checks the mail. Nothing; Yejun must have picked it up.
He trudges up four flights of stairs-- if only the elevator weren't still broken-- and hesitates outside his front door. Through the thick would be can just barely make out yelling, and not just any yelling. It's the distinct, rageful sound of Yejun when crossed. Maybe he should go back to the office. He does have an experiment he could be working on.
But the boxes piled outside the door across the hall spark his curiosity. If he sticks around, he might be able to see their new neighbor. Or, conversely, keep Yejun away from the new neighbor to avoid another fiasco like the last one. The last thing Younghak needs is another neighbor stealing his magazine subscriptions.
He unlocks the front door to find Yejun seated on the couch, positively glowering at Jinchul across the room.
"I'll revoke your permission to visit," he sneers.
Jinchul doesn't look up, but continues making his sandwich. "Oh, I'm so scared."
Yejun's eyes narrow and he crosses his arms. "A lame retort as expected of a man who doesn't even have a PhD."
Jinchul flinches at that, despite hearing that insult at least once every time he interacts with Yejun. "I have a Masters in Engineering, and it's enough to get me a job designing jets and space shuttles. It's a respectable degree."
"Keep telling yourself that," Yejun scoffs. It's then that he notices Younghak standing in the doorway. "Oh, you," he sighs. "Your 'friend' is here."
Rolling his eyes, Younghak shuts the door behind him and enters the room. "He's our friend, Yejun."
"I don't remember agreeing to that."
Jinchul waves from the kitchen and Younghak nods at him. "You're home late," Jinchul says through bites of sandwich.
"And you seem to be a little too comfortable in our house," he replies with a smirk, not particularly bothered.
Yejun gets to his feet and strides toward them. "That's exactly what I was telling him! He was no right to paw through the contents of our fridge and whatever he feels like."
"Relax, he'll pay the next time we get carry-out." Jinchul grins smugly at Yejun and Yejun is about to argue when there's a knock at the door.
Yejun cocks his head at him. "Well, go answer it."
He rolls his eyes again, but obeys. Better to avoid another argument. "Who is it?" he calls through the door-- one of Yejun's countless rules for their apartment, never answer the door right away.
"I just moved in next door and wanted to say hi!" a laughing voice calls back. "You guys are really paranoid, huh?"
Yejun gives a sharp nod and Younghak opens the door. Standing on their doorstep is a young man with perfectly styled hair, designer jeans and a killer smile which Younghak is immediately convinced must be brighter than the sun. He almost wishes he had his lab equipment with him to measure the light waves that seem to be emitting from their guest's face.
"Hey, I'm Seunghyun," he says smoothly and glances around Younghak to wave at the other two inside.
"H-Hello," Younghak manages to mumble as Seunghyun breezes by him and inside the apartment.
Yejun recoils as he's offered a hand to shake. "Who said you could come inside?"
Seunghyun's eyes widen innocently and he looks back at Younghak. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was okay...?"
"Of course it's okay!" he replies in a high-pitched rush, almost running past to Yejun and gripping his roommate firmly by the arm. "We love meeting new people, don't we?" He raises he eyes are Yejun, but gets a dull stare in return.
"We most certainly do not." Jinchul takes this opportunity to squeeze past both of them and kindly offer his hand, his usual smarmy grin plastered on his face.
"Oh, don't mind him," he says as Seunghyun smiles that gorgeous smile back at him. "His name is Yejun, this is Younghak, and I'm Jinchul. I don't live here, but that could change." He turns and winks at Younghak, who feels his gut sink.
Seunghyun laughs, a sound far more beautiful than any angel's song, in Younghak's opinion, "Nice to meet you all."
"And what brings you to Seoul?" Jinchul continues, pressing himself a little too close.
"Well, I want to be a singer."
Yejun gives an audible scornful laugh.
f.cuz. gen. au. pg-13. 481w.
It always starts like this: the three of them walk into a bar, and Younghak is the first to chicken out. Unfortunately for him, Jinchul has a tight hold on his arm, predicting his friend's inevitable attempt at escape. Seunghyun walks in front of them, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face like he owns the joint.
Well, technically, he does, but the bartender and the customers don't know that.
The bartender greets them with a firm nod, courteous and intimidating at the same time. By now Younghak has regained his compose and shuffles along beside Jinchul as they follow Seunghyun to a table. A waitress sidles by and Seunghyun gives her a dirty smirk. He tells her what he wants and she, through blushes and giggles, replies that what he's asked for isn't on the menu, so could he please ask for a beer or a shot of something, or maybe a burger.
"If I order a shot, can I lick it off your stomach?" he asks and the customers are starting to notice. Someone from the back shouts at them to leave the poor girl alone, but Younghak can clearly see that she's not all that bothered by it, judging by the why he rubs her shin against Seunghyun's knee as she politely turns him down.
They all finally order and the girl strolls away. One brave man approaches their table only to be halted by one of Jinchul's signature dangerous glances.
"Can I help you?" Seunghyun asks benevolently.
"Yeah, you can help all of us by getting the hell out," the monstrously large man replies. He spits on the floor for emphasis. Seunghyun's upper lip curls in disgust.
He rises to his feet and steps up to the man, who towers over him by at least a foot. "What are you, an animal? Do you have any idea what it costs to clean these floors?"
The man apparently has no interest at all in how much it costs, though, because he picks up a full bottle of bear from the table beside them and pours it not only on the floor, but on Seunghyun's shoes. Younghak winces-- those shoes cost about as much as it costs to keep five bars like this clean for a year.
This is when all hell breaks loose. Seunghyun takes on the huge man despite punching with the same power as your typical pubescent girl and Jinchul and Younghak have to intervene. In the end, the room is a wreck, bloody men are strewed across the debris of tables and drinks. Seunghyun is holding the little waitress in his arms as she dabs at his single cut across his cheek.
Jinchul looks at Younghak and they smile. They know they're in for one hell of a reprimand tomorrow, but it's nothing they're not used to. It's hell being a bodyguard.
f.cuz. younghak/seunghyun. au. g. 291w.
Younghak's waiting in an airport for a plane which may or not be arriving soon, and his eyes are closed. He's waiting for a friend who may or may not have lied to him and who may or not may soon be more than a friend.
Just trust me, I'll be there if you want it hard enough. And so, with his eyes tightly shut, Younghak wishes and wishes, wants as hard as he physically can, and wonders if it's enough.
A little girl is sitting next to him, staring at him. She asks him over and over, "Oppa, is there something wrong with you?" But he shakes his head and assures her that there's nothing wrong; this is called 'blind faith'.
"I don't think that's what 'blink faith' means," she replies quietly, and then her mother arrives and hurries her away from the 'strange man'.
Strange or not, Younghak sits resolutely, back perfectly straight in his uncomfortable airport seat. He's not sure how many people walk by and look at him or how many hesitant pats he gets on his shoulder asking if he's alright, is he disabled, does he need some kind of help.
He's sure of one thing and one thing only: Seunghyun will be there. He'll know by the sounds Seunghyun's shoes make on the linoleum floors and the pace of his step. He'll smell Seunghyun's aftershave from kilometers away and just know.
Seunghyun may be the flakiest man on the planet with zero disregard for how his actions affect others (or the planet, or society, or anything). He may break promise after promise with no sign of remorse, but this time. This time will be different.
Because Younghak has his eyes closed and he wants it.
f.cuz. yejun/younghak (friendship). g. 440w.
One morning, after weeks of hectic schedules and little sleep, Yejun wakes up to an alarm that is not his own, and is also one hour ahead of when they planned to wake up that day. Needless to say, he's not pleased.
He's even less pleased when it turns out to be coming from beneath Younghak's pillow, who at the time is blissfully snoring away. Yejun grumbles and curses his hyungs for daring to sleep when he can't as he climbs down from his bunk and hobbles over to Younghak's.
"Hey," he whispers, prodding the huge lump that is his best friend with his foot. Younghak mumbles something but continues to sleep, so Yejun opts for more drastic methods. He sits on him.
Unsurprisingly, this too fails. Yejun retrieves the offending phone from under Younghak's pillow and shuts it off, tossing it at Younghak's head afterward. Still nothing, but Yejun's awake enough at this point to be more amused than angry. He plays with Younghak's hair, plotting to give the anal-retentive jerk the worst bedhead of his life.
If not for his fear of waking the half-asleep beast that is Seunghyun in the bunk above them, Yejun would cackle.
He stifles a yawn and bounces on top of Younghak a few more times for good measure. Still nothing, so he sighs in defeat and resigns to going back to back in order to await his eventual revenge in the morning.
Before returning to his bunk, he searches for Younghak's phone, which fell behind the bed after bouncing off of said boy's head. For a second he ponders re-setting Younghak's alarm, just to be nice, but he decides against it. They could all use a break from Younghak's "Rainism" alarm. When he slides the phone open, though, he notices that Younghak had given is too-early alarm a name:
"Four Year Friendaversary with Yejunnie keke!!"
A slight blush creeps across Yejun's face as he shoves the phone back under Younghak's pillow. Muttering to himself, he gives Younghak's head a slight shove as well. It makes him feel a little better, until Younghak rolls over and grabs onto his arm, dragging Yejun back into the bed.
Flailing silently in his captor's arms, Yejun starts to whisper something, but is cut off by Younghak biting his shoulder-- hard-- and groaning "finally, we get to eat beef..."
He feels a lot less guilty when he knocks Younghak upside the head this time. Not that it wakes the boy up, but it lets Yejun blow off a little steam. Meanwhile, Younghak mutters something about, "mean cow" and rolls back over in his bed, hugging his pillow.
f.cuz. gen. g. 469w.
Despite the exhaustion, the hunger and the ever-present nervous flips of his stomach, Seunghyun always manages to get into the weirdest conversations with Younghak before their performances.
A coordi walks by holding a boxed lunch, and Younghak watches it float by gloriously as he says, "Do you ever think about dating?"
Seunghyun finds himself glued to the box as well, so he's not really thinking when he replies, "Yeah, sure." The coordi and the lunch disappear out of the dressing room and he sighs.
One of the cameramen walk by and the two of them pose for a picture; Younghak bites Seunghyun's arm and the man takes a few more shots. Seunghyun slaps him on the arm when the man finally leaves. "Sorry, had food on my mind," Younghak grumbles, but he grin says he doesn't mean it. "Anyway, about dating."
Seunghyun raises an eyebrow and grabs for a bottle of water which Jinchul had abandoned when he decided to take a nap on the corner of the couch. Yejun is currently crouching by him, taking selcas which Seunghyun knows will very soon be all over twitter, cyworld, and wherever else he can post them. Their poor leader. "Sorry, Younghak-ah, not interested," he replies.
"Not me!" Younghak rolls his eyes. "Dating in general."
"What about it?" Seunghyun asks, a little too sharply.
Right on cue, Younghak pouts. "I was just making conversation," he mumbles.
This time it's Seunghyun who rolls his eyes, but he does it discreetly as he pats Younghak's arm. He chides himself. Picking on Younghak is like picking on a defenseless toddler in a sandbox who's already covered in sand from head to toe and has yet to realize how miserable that will make him later. "I'm sorry," he says, and he almost means it. "Tell me what's on your mind."
His eyes immediately light up. "Do you think any idols secretly date?"
"Of course they do," he scoffs. He'd better expecting something a little more interesting.
"But wouldn't that be complicated?" Seunghyun shrugs, losing interest by the second, and takes a swig of water. "I mean what if the other person dies?"
He chokes on his water. "What?"
Younghak cocks his head, looking at the ground, a sure sign he's thinking hard. Never a good sign, mind you. "Well, if they're relationship is supposed to be a secret, what do you do if they die? Pretend it never happened? Come out about the relationship? Would it still create a scandal if they're dead? I mean, the relationship is technically over--"
Someone rushes in and announces that F.Cuz is up next. Seunghyun closes his eyes and thanks god or luck or whatever for its timing, then goes to rouse Jinchul and try and convince Yejun to maybe not post that picture of their leader drooling.
f.cuz. seunghyun-centric. g. 369.
Before him, they were three. Three best friends who'd been separated too long, who happened to find one another.
Jinchul who'd tried and tried and was still trying. Jinchul who couldn't laugh without Yejun, who couldn't even imagine being a leader.
Yejun who was angrier more when left alone with Younghak, who hadn't realized he'd been relying on him so much until he was gone.
Younghak who wanted to make everyone happy, but made no one happy, especially himself, who drifted further and further away from his dream while Yejun didn't have the patience to show him the way.
Reunited, the years apart dissolve into seconds. Jinchul pulls Yejun into a painful-looking hug and shoves Younghak away when the giant boy tries to pounce onto both of them. Yejun smiles, when he'd been scowling from the moment he entered the room. Younghak chatters away about everything Jinchul has missed and Yejun comments that he can't believe his friend is speaking in multiple syllable phrases.
And then there's Seunghyun, who waits on the sidelines to be introduced. Jinchul looks up, remembers, and it's like sudden static when your favorite song is playing on the radio. Everything is awkward, stumbling, decidedly not right as Seunghyun greets Yejun and Younghak. The two of them smile and wave back, but their eyes drift over to Jinchul with magic Seunghyun can't identify. It's electric and comfortable at the same time, and Seunghyun instinctively backs away as Jinchul grabs Yejun in another hug.
This time, Younghak grabs Seunghyun by the arm and drags him along as he attacks the other two. He finds himself faceplanted under Yejun arm and against Jinchul's shoulder, with Younghak squeezes him closer until he can't breathe. He laughs and pinches Younghak wherever he can reach him, but all he gets in return are a few yelps.
Jinchul's arm-- or Yejun's, he's not sure but it can't be Younghak's because that's what he's pinching-- wraps around Seunghyun's waist. He's not sure what this feeling is, which he's being forced into and practically smothered by, but he likes it. This is where he wants to be, somewhere between Yejun's ribs and Younghak's chest with Jinchul holding him there, never letting him go.
Late, late at night, when the only sound is the low rumble of snoring boys, Seunghyun likes to think about America. The bright lights of Vegas shine behind his eyelids, the heavy smell of cheap vodka and thick cigarette smoke fills his nostrils, and he can practically hear the melodic jingle of tipsy female laughter in his ears.
When all is quiet, he can pretend he's back in America, making the usual mistakes of rebellious teenagers and not having to worry about parental backlash-- a lecture through a computer screen or over a long distance call isn't very effective, after all.
America taught him how to be good and how to be bad at the same time. He learned how to kiss well and walk away without a second glance. He learned how to handle his liquor and properly puke into a public toilet without touching its grimy ceramic surface. In America life was beautiful and horrifyingly disgusting at the same time. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth-- his English didn't even improve that much. Not much skill is needed to say, 'more, please,' 'another round' or 'thanks for the ride'.
In America he didn't need to worry or stress. He wasn't stuck with heavy training schedules or strict diets or endless streams of sleepless nights ending with a two hour frustrated nap. So, when he's exhausted and just about to fall asleep, he likes to think about a time when he felt in control, as if nothing in the entire universe could touch him. His father was timezones away, the liquor was cheap enough and his cash plentiful, and he couldn't understand what the girls called out to him as he casually waved goodbye and headed to the next club.
But in Korea, one thing touches him, the same pesky disturbance and likewise never fails to interrupt his hazy night-time recollections. It pulls at his t-shirt and whispers, "Hyung, you're speaking English in your sleep again," and no matter how many times Seunghyun bats away the hand or tries to roll over, it refuses to relent until Seunghyun whispers back, "Okay, okay, sorry. Go back to sleep."
That's when Younghak yawns, blinking with that stupid, sleepy expression and smiling. Seunghyun wills his friend away with his mind, but Younghak hovers around his bunk as if expecting something else.
Finally, with one last slow grin, that face disappears over the side of the bunk with a quiet, "'Night, hyung," and Seunghyun can't bring back those images of America all night, because he suddenly can't control anything. Not even his own heart.
f.cuz. gen, jinchul-centric. pg. 510w.
"Stop touching me." Shuffling, followed by a plastic click. "I'm serious, if you don't back off right now I'm going to smack you."
Jinchul sinks deeper into his seat as a third voice joins the mix."Both of you calm down and eat your lunch!"
There's more shuffling and someone grunts. "Oh my fucking god. Choi Younghak, if you're not on your side of the seat in three seconds, I'm going to kill you."
"Younghak-ah, just move back over."
"One." Jinchul pulls his beanie down over his ears. The snow outside looks awful pretty, but lately it's been bothersome. Nothing like trying to grip a mic with numb fingers.
"But I'm cold, hyung!"
"Two."
"We're all cold, Younghak." Seunghyun's voice is muffled, probably by the lunch he'd been trying to get the other two to eat. "Relax, Yejun."
"Three!" A resounding smack is followed by an obnoxiously loud yelp. The van shakes as panicked shuffling ensues in the back.
Their manager peeks at Jinchul from behind the wheel. "Shouldn't you do something?"
"Don't think you can come to me just 'cause Yejun hit you!" Seunghyun cries, but grunts and sighs heavily as the movement ceases. "I'm not your pillow."
"No," Jinchul replies quietly. "It's better to let them work it out on their own." An object lands in his lap, which turns out to be a half-eaten, re-wrapped sandwich. Presumably Seunghyun's, so Jinchul happily unwraps it and starts munching.
"But I'm cold, hyung," Younghak whining voice calls, oddly muffled. "You're so warm, hyung," he chuckles with glee and Seunghyun groans angrily.
The van starts to rock again. "Your hands are fucking cold!" Seunghyun growls and spits out a few curses which Jinchul thinks are English.
"Your arms are my favorite place to be!"
Jinchul can feel their manager looking at him again, so he closes his eyes and pretends to doze off. "It's getting dangerously gay back here, hyung," Yejun calls to him.
"Don't loop me in with this idiot!"
"So warm and soft, hyung... Wait, Yejun stop! No! Get your hands off that!"
Yejun's evil laugh fills the van, making Jinchul shudder.
"Give me back my camera!" Leave it to Yejun to go directly for his best friend's greatest weakness.
"Only if you promise not to touch me or Seunghyun-hyung." Jinchul can picture Yejun lounging triumphantly in the backseat, Younghak's precious DSLR dangling precariously from its lanyard.
The tension mounts as Younghak's brain whirls. Jinchul smirks behind his thick scarf. "B-but it's cold..." Younghak insists one last time, but it's obvious that Yejun has won. The van shifts as Younghak gets back into his seat next to Yejun.
"See what I mean?" Jinchul says quietly to their manager, who smiles. "Better not to interfere with the three of them."
Seunghyun's freshly made face appears between them, glancing curiously at Jinchul's lap. "Where's that sandwich I tossed you, hyung?"
Jinchul blinks, swallows, and replies dryly, "Sandwich?" Those huge, round eyes narrow and Seunghyun's mouth twists into a scowl.
"Did you eat my fucking sandwich?"
So much for everything working out.
f.cuz. younghak/seunghyun. au (big bang theory). g. 768w.
The front door to Younghak's apartment building is propped open and a moving trucking is parked outside. Nothing unusual there, seeing as there are several unoccupied apartments in the building. He twirls his keys in his fingers and checks the mail. Nothing; Yejun must have picked it up.
He trudges up four flights of stairs-- if only the elevator weren't still broken-- and hesitates outside his front door. Through the thick would be can just barely make out yelling, and not just any yelling. It's the distinct, rageful sound of Yejun when crossed. Maybe he should go back to the office. He does have an experiment he could be working on.
But the boxes piled outside the door across the hall spark his curiosity. If he sticks around, he might be able to see their new neighbor. Or, conversely, keep Yejun away from the new neighbor to avoid another fiasco like the last one. The last thing Younghak needs is another neighbor stealing his magazine subscriptions.
He unlocks the front door to find Yejun seated on the couch, positively glowering at Jinchul across the room.
"I'll revoke your permission to visit," he sneers.
Jinchul doesn't look up, but continues making his sandwich. "Oh, I'm so scared."
Yejun's eyes narrow and he crosses his arms. "A lame retort as expected of a man who doesn't even have a PhD."
Jinchul flinches at that, despite hearing that insult at least once every time he interacts with Yejun. "I have a Masters in Engineering, and it's enough to get me a job designing jets and space shuttles. It's a respectable degree."
"Keep telling yourself that," Yejun scoffs. It's then that he notices Younghak standing in the doorway. "Oh, you," he sighs. "Your 'friend' is here."
Rolling his eyes, Younghak shuts the door behind him and enters the room. "He's our friend, Yejun."
"I don't remember agreeing to that."
Jinchul waves from the kitchen and Younghak nods at him. "You're home late," Jinchul says through bites of sandwich.
"And you seem to be a little too comfortable in our house," he replies with a smirk, not particularly bothered.
Yejun gets to his feet and strides toward them. "That's exactly what I was telling him! He was no right to paw through the contents of our fridge and whatever he feels like."
"Relax, he'll pay the next time we get carry-out." Jinchul grins smugly at Yejun and Yejun is about to argue when there's a knock at the door.
Yejun cocks his head at him. "Well, go answer it."
He rolls his eyes again, but obeys. Better to avoid another argument. "Who is it?" he calls through the door-- one of Yejun's countless rules for their apartment, never answer the door right away.
"I just moved in next door and wanted to say hi!" a laughing voice calls back. "You guys are really paranoid, huh?"
Yejun gives a sharp nod and Younghak opens the door. Standing on their doorstep is a young man with perfectly styled hair, designer jeans and a killer smile which Younghak is immediately convinced must be brighter than the sun. He almost wishes he had his lab equipment with him to measure the light waves that seem to be emitting from their guest's face.
"Hey, I'm Seunghyun," he says smoothly and glances around Younghak to wave at the other two inside.
"H-Hello," Younghak manages to mumble as Seunghyun breezes by him and inside the apartment.
Yejun recoils as he's offered a hand to shake. "Who said you could come inside?"
Seunghyun's eyes widen innocently and he looks back at Younghak. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it was okay...?"
"Of course it's okay!" he replies in a high-pitched rush, almost running past to Yejun and gripping his roommate firmly by the arm. "We love meeting new people, don't we?" He raises he eyes are Yejun, but gets a dull stare in return.
"We most certainly do not." Jinchul takes this opportunity to squeeze past both of them and kindly offer his hand, his usual smarmy grin plastered on his face.
"Oh, don't mind him," he says as Seunghyun smiles that gorgeous smile back at him. "His name is Yejun, this is Younghak, and I'm Jinchul. I don't live here, but that could change." He turns and winks at Younghak, who feels his gut sink.
Seunghyun laughs, a sound far more beautiful than any angel's song, in Younghak's opinion, "Nice to meet you all."
"And what brings you to Seoul?" Jinchul continues, pressing himself a little too close.
"Well, I want to be a singer."
Yejun gives an audible scornful laugh.
f.cuz. gen. au. pg-13. 481w.
It always starts like this: the three of them walk into a bar, and Younghak is the first to chicken out. Unfortunately for him, Jinchul has a tight hold on his arm, predicting his friend's inevitable attempt at escape. Seunghyun walks in front of them, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face like he owns the joint.
Well, technically, he does, but the bartender and the customers don't know that.
The bartender greets them with a firm nod, courteous and intimidating at the same time. By now Younghak has regained his compose and shuffles along beside Jinchul as they follow Seunghyun to a table. A waitress sidles by and Seunghyun gives her a dirty smirk. He tells her what he wants and she, through blushes and giggles, replies that what he's asked for isn't on the menu, so could he please ask for a beer or a shot of something, or maybe a burger.
"If I order a shot, can I lick it off your stomach?" he asks and the customers are starting to notice. Someone from the back shouts at them to leave the poor girl alone, but Younghak can clearly see that she's not all that bothered by it, judging by the why he rubs her shin against Seunghyun's knee as she politely turns him down.
They all finally order and the girl strolls away. One brave man approaches their table only to be halted by one of Jinchul's signature dangerous glances.
"Can I help you?" Seunghyun asks benevolently.
"Yeah, you can help all of us by getting the hell out," the monstrously large man replies. He spits on the floor for emphasis. Seunghyun's upper lip curls in disgust.
He rises to his feet and steps up to the man, who towers over him by at least a foot. "What are you, an animal? Do you have any idea what it costs to clean these floors?"
The man apparently has no interest at all in how much it costs, though, because he picks up a full bottle of bear from the table beside them and pours it not only on the floor, but on Seunghyun's shoes. Younghak winces-- those shoes cost about as much as it costs to keep five bars like this clean for a year.
This is when all hell breaks loose. Seunghyun takes on the huge man despite punching with the same power as your typical pubescent girl and Jinchul and Younghak have to intervene. In the end, the room is a wreck, bloody men are strewed across the debris of tables and drinks. Seunghyun is holding the little waitress in his arms as she dabs at his single cut across his cheek.
Jinchul looks at Younghak and they smile. They know they're in for one hell of a reprimand tomorrow, but it's nothing they're not used to. It's hell being a bodyguard.
f.cuz. younghak/seunghyun. au. g. 291w.
Younghak's waiting in an airport for a plane which may or not be arriving soon, and his eyes are closed. He's waiting for a friend who may or may not have lied to him and who may or not may soon be more than a friend.
Just trust me, I'll be there if you want it hard enough. And so, with his eyes tightly shut, Younghak wishes and wishes, wants as hard as he physically can, and wonders if it's enough.
A little girl is sitting next to him, staring at him. She asks him over and over, "Oppa, is there something wrong with you?" But he shakes his head and assures her that there's nothing wrong; this is called 'blind faith'.
"I don't think that's what 'blink faith' means," she replies quietly, and then her mother arrives and hurries her away from the 'strange man'.
Strange or not, Younghak sits resolutely, back perfectly straight in his uncomfortable airport seat. He's not sure how many people walk by and look at him or how many hesitant pats he gets on his shoulder asking if he's alright, is he disabled, does he need some kind of help.
He's sure of one thing and one thing only: Seunghyun will be there. He'll know by the sounds Seunghyun's shoes make on the linoleum floors and the pace of his step. He'll smell Seunghyun's aftershave from kilometers away and just know.
Seunghyun may be the flakiest man on the planet with zero disregard for how his actions affect others (or the planet, or society, or anything). He may break promise after promise with no sign of remorse, but this time. This time will be different.
Because Younghak has his eyes closed and he wants it.
f.cuz. yejun/younghak (friendship). g. 440w.
One morning, after weeks of hectic schedules and little sleep, Yejun wakes up to an alarm that is not his own, and is also one hour ahead of when they planned to wake up that day. Needless to say, he's not pleased.
He's even less pleased when it turns out to be coming from beneath Younghak's pillow, who at the time is blissfully snoring away. Yejun grumbles and curses his hyungs for daring to sleep when he can't as he climbs down from his bunk and hobbles over to Younghak's.
"Hey," he whispers, prodding the huge lump that is his best friend with his foot. Younghak mumbles something but continues to sleep, so Yejun opts for more drastic methods. He sits on him.
Unsurprisingly, this too fails. Yejun retrieves the offending phone from under Younghak's pillow and shuts it off, tossing it at Younghak's head afterward. Still nothing, but Yejun's awake enough at this point to be more amused than angry. He plays with Younghak's hair, plotting to give the anal-retentive jerk the worst bedhead of his life.
If not for his fear of waking the half-asleep beast that is Seunghyun in the bunk above them, Yejun would cackle.
He stifles a yawn and bounces on top of Younghak a few more times for good measure. Still nothing, so he sighs in defeat and resigns to going back to back in order to await his eventual revenge in the morning.
Before returning to his bunk, he searches for Younghak's phone, which fell behind the bed after bouncing off of said boy's head. For a second he ponders re-setting Younghak's alarm, just to be nice, but he decides against it. They could all use a break from Younghak's "Rainism" alarm. When he slides the phone open, though, he notices that Younghak had given is too-early alarm a name:
"Four Year Friendaversary with Yejunnie keke!!"
A slight blush creeps across Yejun's face as he shoves the phone back under Younghak's pillow. Muttering to himself, he gives Younghak's head a slight shove as well. It makes him feel a little better, until Younghak rolls over and grabs onto his arm, dragging Yejun back into the bed.
Flailing silently in his captor's arms, Yejun starts to whisper something, but is cut off by Younghak biting his shoulder-- hard-- and groaning "finally, we get to eat beef..."
He feels a lot less guilty when he knocks Younghak upside the head this time. Not that it wakes the boy up, but it lets Yejun blow off a little steam. Meanwhile, Younghak mutters something about, "mean cow" and rolls back over in his bed, hugging his pillow.
f.cuz. gen. g. 469w.
Despite the exhaustion, the hunger and the ever-present nervous flips of his stomach, Seunghyun always manages to get into the weirdest conversations with Younghak before their performances.
A coordi walks by holding a boxed lunch, and Younghak watches it float by gloriously as he says, "Do you ever think about dating?"
Seunghyun finds himself glued to the box as well, so he's not really thinking when he replies, "Yeah, sure." The coordi and the lunch disappear out of the dressing room and he sighs.
One of the cameramen walk by and the two of them pose for a picture; Younghak bites Seunghyun's arm and the man takes a few more shots. Seunghyun slaps him on the arm when the man finally leaves. "Sorry, had food on my mind," Younghak grumbles, but he grin says he doesn't mean it. "Anyway, about dating."
Seunghyun raises an eyebrow and grabs for a bottle of water which Jinchul had abandoned when he decided to take a nap on the corner of the couch. Yejun is currently crouching by him, taking selcas which Seunghyun knows will very soon be all over twitter, cyworld, and wherever else he can post them. Their poor leader. "Sorry, Younghak-ah, not interested," he replies.
"Not me!" Younghak rolls his eyes. "Dating in general."
"What about it?" Seunghyun asks, a little too sharply.
Right on cue, Younghak pouts. "I was just making conversation," he mumbles.
This time it's Seunghyun who rolls his eyes, but he does it discreetly as he pats Younghak's arm. He chides himself. Picking on Younghak is like picking on a defenseless toddler in a sandbox who's already covered in sand from head to toe and has yet to realize how miserable that will make him later. "I'm sorry," he says, and he almost means it. "Tell me what's on your mind."
His eyes immediately light up. "Do you think any idols secretly date?"
"Of course they do," he scoffs. He'd better expecting something a little more interesting.
"But wouldn't that be complicated?" Seunghyun shrugs, losing interest by the second, and takes a swig of water. "I mean what if the other person dies?"
He chokes on his water. "What?"
Younghak cocks his head, looking at the ground, a sure sign he's thinking hard. Never a good sign, mind you. "Well, if they're relationship is supposed to be a secret, what do you do if they die? Pretend it never happened? Come out about the relationship? Would it still create a scandal if they're dead? I mean, the relationship is technically over--"
Someone rushes in and announces that F.Cuz is up next. Seunghyun closes his eyes and thanks god or luck or whatever for its timing, then goes to rouse Jinchul and try and convince Yejun to maybe not post that picture of their leader drooling.
f.cuz. seunghyun-centric. g. 369.
Before him, they were three. Three best friends who'd been separated too long, who happened to find one another.
Jinchul who'd tried and tried and was still trying. Jinchul who couldn't laugh without Yejun, who couldn't even imagine being a leader.
Yejun who was angrier more when left alone with Younghak, who hadn't realized he'd been relying on him so much until he was gone.
Younghak who wanted to make everyone happy, but made no one happy, especially himself, who drifted further and further away from his dream while Yejun didn't have the patience to show him the way.
Reunited, the years apart dissolve into seconds. Jinchul pulls Yejun into a painful-looking hug and shoves Younghak away when the giant boy tries to pounce onto both of them. Yejun smiles, when he'd been scowling from the moment he entered the room. Younghak chatters away about everything Jinchul has missed and Yejun comments that he can't believe his friend is speaking in multiple syllable phrases.
And then there's Seunghyun, who waits on the sidelines to be introduced. Jinchul looks up, remembers, and it's like sudden static when your favorite song is playing on the radio. Everything is awkward, stumbling, decidedly not right as Seunghyun greets Yejun and Younghak. The two of them smile and wave back, but their eyes drift over to Jinchul with magic Seunghyun can't identify. It's electric and comfortable at the same time, and Seunghyun instinctively backs away as Jinchul grabs Yejun in another hug.
This time, Younghak grabs Seunghyun by the arm and drags him along as he attacks the other two. He finds himself faceplanted under Yejun arm and against Jinchul's shoulder, with Younghak squeezes him closer until he can't breathe. He laughs and pinches Younghak wherever he can reach him, but all he gets in return are a few yelps.
Jinchul's arm-- or Yejun's, he's not sure but it can't be Younghak's because that's what he's pinching-- wraps around Seunghyun's waist. He's not sure what this feeling is, which he's being forced into and practically smothered by, but he likes it. This is where he wants to be, somewhere between Yejun's ribs and Younghak's chest with Jinchul holding him there, never letting him go.