Uncertainty
Title:Uncertainty
Pair:JiHo/TaeWoon brotherly love
Rating:G
Disclaimer:I don't own anything beyond the idea
Summary:Block B's comeback is right around the corner and JiHo's not sure he's ready...
a/n:so this is the first time writing Block B or TaeWoon, so please forgive any OOCness...this idea wouldn't leave my head and I just needed to write it down. And I used TaeWoon's real name throughout the fic since I'm pretty sure that in their private time, they aren't Zico and TaeWoon, but JiHo and JiSeok...
JiSeok just sat on the couch, legs outstretched and crossed at the the ankles with his arms folded behind his head as he watched his dongsaeng frantically pace the living room, mouth going a mile a minute.
"What if we mess up? I mean, it's a possibility right? What if the stage collapses or I open my mouth and just spew out word vomit or something?! Kwonnie's sick, too. What if he gets dizzy and falls off the stage and breaks his leg or cracks his head open? What if-" Pausing mid rant, JiHo stomped over to the couch and dropped down with a soft 'oof' before falling over and curling up in his hyung's lap. "I can't do this. We're not ready to do this, Hyung..." he murmured, eyes wide and panicked.
Sighing at watching his normally confident and frighteningly driven little brother doubt himself so much, JiSeok brought a hand up to stroke his hair like he did when they were still children-or whenever JiHo needed to be calmed down. "You need to calm down, Ji," he said calmly, voice soothing. "You all have worked so hard for this and you're more than ready." He paused for a moment to think about what to say next since he could still feel the stress weighing JiHo down. "You'll be fine, JiHo."
"Do you promise, Hyung?" the younger boy-and that was what he was at the end of the day; just a boy-asked quietly, eyes turned up to look pleadingly at JiSeok, the man he'd spent his life looking up to.
Smiling calmly, JiSeok nodded his head before playfully tugging on a lock of his brother's hair. "Have I ever lied to you before?"
It took a minute, but JiHo finally let out a small smile. "Well there was that one time when I was five and you told me that if I got out of bed, the monster under my bed was going to eat me."
"How do you know that I was lying? You never got out of bed, now did you?"
The two continued to tease and play around until JiHo was finally JiHo again.
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JiHo watched his groupmates roughhouse and run around to expend just a bit of the excess energy they had backstage with a grin on his face. It was nice to see them all so comfortable being back in the game; boistrous and energetic rather than quiet and subdued. It definitely suited them better.
He watched the show on the monitors and the closer it got for them to step on stage, the tighter the coil in his stomach became. While his hyung's advice and mere presence had been a huge help to him, it was still so hard to forget the past months of suffering. His fears had been eased with the release of their album though, when they got to read all of the positive feedback. They'd even asked translators to come in and help them read comments from international fans, the support making them all tear up.
"Bro, you're thinking too much again," a voice teased from beside him. Looking over, he was met with Kyung's grinning face as he put his phone back in his bag. "We go over this every time we come back. You just need to stop thinking altogether. I mean, just use that pretty face of yours to skate by like JaeHyo does," he remarked, squeaking when he was hit in the head by a flying water bottle.
Rolling his eyes at the pair's antics, JiHo grinned. "What can I say? BBCs love me for my mind. The pretty face is just a bonus." Relaxing just a bit, he tilted his head in curiosity. "So Kyung. Who've you been texting all day? New girlfriend?"
The rapper snorted. "Right. Like I have time for a girlfriend."
"Boyfriend?" JiHoon called over from the other end of the room, grinning broadly and dodging the water bottle.
"If I don't have time for a girlfriend, then I definitely don't have time for a boyfriend either, you brat," Kyung shot back before looking back at his best friend. "And it's no one in particular. Just a friend wishing me luck."
"You have those?"
Eye twitching, Kyung got to his feet. "Ji, I'd get used to the idea of being maknae, because I'm about to go kill our current one." With that said, Kyung ran after JiHoon, the group's unrestrained laughter giving JiHo that final boost he needed.
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They had barely stepped off the stage when JiHo found himself at the very bottom of a huge group pileup. It was a bit shaky and poor YuKwon had to lip sync his part due to his wavering voice thanks to the cold he'd caught, but overall, everything had been a success. Both sunbaes and hoobaes had come and gone, giving them their 'welcome back's and 'congratulations' and JiHo felt something catch in his throat at just how much he had missed everything.
When the others had finally gotten up so that they could wreak havoc in their dressing room, JiHo stood and followed after, dusting off his stage outfit because no matter who you were, coordi noonas were terrifying.
"Congrats, brat."
When he heard the voice speak just before entering the dressing room, JiHo froze. Eyes widening, the stinging in his eyes grew more pronounced as he slowly turned around to see JiSeok leaning against the wall sporting the proudest smile JiHo had ever seen; even moreso than when Block B had debuted.
"What are...I mean why are..."
JiSeok just grinned. "Looks like your group had the same idea I did," he chuckled. "I got six very spastic texts telling me that I should 'get my ass down here and support my little brother'. Or that's what Taeil said anyway."
When he saw that JiHo was still rooted to the spot, the elder brother just shook his head and pulled the younger into a tight hug. "Told you you'd be fine," he murmured into his brother's ear as he pretended to ignore the sudden wetness on his shoulder as JiHo clung to him for dear life.
He also pretended to ignore the six nosy yet happy kids peeking their heads out of the dressing room door.
Pair:JiHo/TaeWoon brotherly love
Rating:G
Disclaimer:I don't own anything beyond the idea
Summary:Block B's comeback is right around the corner and JiHo's not sure he's ready...
a/n:so this is the first time writing Block B or TaeWoon, so please forgive any OOCness...this idea wouldn't leave my head and I just needed to write it down. And I used TaeWoon's real name throughout the fic since I'm pretty sure that in their private time, they aren't Zico and TaeWoon, but JiHo and JiSeok...
JiSeok just sat on the couch, legs outstretched and crossed at the the ankles with his arms folded behind his head as he watched his dongsaeng frantically pace the living room, mouth going a mile a minute.
"What if we mess up? I mean, it's a possibility right? What if the stage collapses or I open my mouth and just spew out word vomit or something?! Kwonnie's sick, too. What if he gets dizzy and falls off the stage and breaks his leg or cracks his head open? What if-" Pausing mid rant, JiHo stomped over to the couch and dropped down with a soft 'oof' before falling over and curling up in his hyung's lap. "I can't do this. We're not ready to do this, Hyung..." he murmured, eyes wide and panicked.
Sighing at watching his normally confident and frighteningly driven little brother doubt himself so much, JiSeok brought a hand up to stroke his hair like he did when they were still children-or whenever JiHo needed to be calmed down. "You need to calm down, Ji," he said calmly, voice soothing. "You all have worked so hard for this and you're more than ready." He paused for a moment to think about what to say next since he could still feel the stress weighing JiHo down. "You'll be fine, JiHo."
"Do you promise, Hyung?" the younger boy-and that was what he was at the end of the day; just a boy-asked quietly, eyes turned up to look pleadingly at JiSeok, the man he'd spent his life looking up to.
Smiling calmly, JiSeok nodded his head before playfully tugging on a lock of his brother's hair. "Have I ever lied to you before?"
It took a minute, but JiHo finally let out a small smile. "Well there was that one time when I was five and you told me that if I got out of bed, the monster under my bed was going to eat me."
"How do you know that I was lying? You never got out of bed, now did you?"
The two continued to tease and play around until JiHo was finally JiHo again.
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JiHo watched his groupmates roughhouse and run around to expend just a bit of the excess energy they had backstage with a grin on his face. It was nice to see them all so comfortable being back in the game; boistrous and energetic rather than quiet and subdued. It definitely suited them better.
He watched the show on the monitors and the closer it got for them to step on stage, the tighter the coil in his stomach became. While his hyung's advice and mere presence had been a huge help to him, it was still so hard to forget the past months of suffering. His fears had been eased with the release of their album though, when they got to read all of the positive feedback. They'd even asked translators to come in and help them read comments from international fans, the support making them all tear up.
"Bro, you're thinking too much again," a voice teased from beside him. Looking over, he was met with Kyung's grinning face as he put his phone back in his bag. "We go over this every time we come back. You just need to stop thinking altogether. I mean, just use that pretty face of yours to skate by like JaeHyo does," he remarked, squeaking when he was hit in the head by a flying water bottle.
Rolling his eyes at the pair's antics, JiHo grinned. "What can I say? BBCs love me for my mind. The pretty face is just a bonus." Relaxing just a bit, he tilted his head in curiosity. "So Kyung. Who've you been texting all day? New girlfriend?"
The rapper snorted. "Right. Like I have time for a girlfriend."
"Boyfriend?" JiHoon called over from the other end of the room, grinning broadly and dodging the water bottle.
"If I don't have time for a girlfriend, then I definitely don't have time for a boyfriend either, you brat," Kyung shot back before looking back at his best friend. "And it's no one in particular. Just a friend wishing me luck."
"You have those?"
Eye twitching, Kyung got to his feet. "Ji, I'd get used to the idea of being maknae, because I'm about to go kill our current one." With that said, Kyung ran after JiHoon, the group's unrestrained laughter giving JiHo that final boost he needed.
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They had barely stepped off the stage when JiHo found himself at the very bottom of a huge group pileup. It was a bit shaky and poor YuKwon had to lip sync his part due to his wavering voice thanks to the cold he'd caught, but overall, everything had been a success. Both sunbaes and hoobaes had come and gone, giving them their 'welcome back's and 'congratulations' and JiHo felt something catch in his throat at just how much he had missed everything.
When the others had finally gotten up so that they could wreak havoc in their dressing room, JiHo stood and followed after, dusting off his stage outfit because no matter who you were, coordi noonas were terrifying.
"Congrats, brat."
When he heard the voice speak just before entering the dressing room, JiHo froze. Eyes widening, the stinging in his eyes grew more pronounced as he slowly turned around to see JiSeok leaning against the wall sporting the proudest smile JiHo had ever seen; even moreso than when Block B had debuted.
"What are...I mean why are..."
JiSeok just grinned. "Looks like your group had the same idea I did," he chuckled. "I got six very spastic texts telling me that I should 'get my ass down here and support my little brother'. Or that's what Taeil said anyway."
When he saw that JiHo was still rooted to the spot, the elder brother just shook his head and pulled the younger into a tight hug. "Told you you'd be fine," he murmured into his brother's ear as he pretended to ignore the sudden wetness on his shoulder as JiHo clung to him for dear life.
He also pretended to ignore the six nosy yet happy kids peeking their heads out of the dressing room door.