Drunk on sleep O2.
Drunk on sleep
junhyung/yoseob
R / angst, drama
Everyone always complains about how boring junhyung is, but he doesn’t really care. He knows that everyone gets bored of him in the end, he knows that everyone leaves in the end, but he’s okay like that. The right person will come with time and he has no hurries about it. (...) But what if he points out the wrong person as his right one?
Chapter O1 // Chapter O2
drunk on sleep
(chapter o2)
Yoseob was dancing at the club. He dripped the content of his glass just to see the effect and laughed. A cold laugh.
The lights, the strong vibration of the music echoing the running of his blood, the colors, oh yoseob was feeling good, hell, he was feeling better than he had ever felt before when he noticed that a hand had a strong grip around his arm and it was dragging him out of the club. He was too drunk and too weak to rid of it.
“Yah! Let me go, you idiot” he slurred to the stranger. Yoseob couldn’t make out his face since his back was turned to him, all he felt was the grip. “What are you doing? Let me go! I don’t even know you, what are you going to do? If you don’t let me go, I’ll scream!” the stranger stopped and faced yoseob. Half of his face was made out by the changing neon lights; the other remained in the shadows. He was tall and had a cold glance in his eyes that made the drunken guy shut up.
“what am I doing? I’m taking you home.” he replied and tried to steer yoseob out of the club again, but the boy didn’t move a single muscle. He was drunk, but not drunk enough to comprehend the situation.
“There’s no more home for me no. no one is waiting me there.” he deadpanned. It was so cold, as if he were telling someone else’s story and not is own, the one that was written under his skin.
“I’m not doing this for you, it’s the same to me if you get as drunk as you can to wake up in an alien bed by the morning or if you don’t” he said, and maybe he was being too cruel, but yoseob’s drunkenness didn’t let him feel the pain of such coldness. “I’m not doing this for you, but for your brother.” yoseob broke free the grip as soon as he heard his brother was involved in all this.
“tell gikwang he can go to hell.”
Gikwang was waiting in the front seat of the car, staring at the digital clock as it changed from 00.02a.m to 00.03a.m and hearing the club’s music as a far thump, as a distant vibration. He was wondering if junhyung would be able to find yoseob inside this local this time, since they had been all around trying to follow his trails without success.
Suddenly he saw junhyng taking a kid with him against his will, gikwang instinctively got out the car, but then he realized it was such a bad idea.
He could feel all the hate inside yoseob’s head at the instant their eyes met.
“you…” he muttered and gikwang could smell his alcohol’s odor even two meters away of him. He was struggling to remain upright without junhyung’s help, but if it wasn’t because of him, his body had given out in the floor a long time ago. “you…” he said and his drunk voice made gikwang shiver with fear. “what on earth made you think I wanted to be found? That I wanted to see you? I’m better off like this, you know, who needs home after all?” he was slurring so much that his voice wasn’t comprehensible at all, but gikwang was so used to this state of yoseob that he understood everything, and that didn’t make it hurt less. Each of his words was like a dagger to him. Even if the same blood wasn’t running through their veins, he always loved yoseob as a brother and always tried to make him feel like there was always someone waiting for him at home, even during those weekends when he’d get lost in some club and would appear by Tuesday saying he is hungry…
Gikwang tried, but he just cannot do things well…
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Junhyung drove in the driver’s seat while gikwang stared blankly at the rushing view in the other side of the window. Yoseob snored in the back seats. He fell asleep as soon as junhyung forced him to get in the car. As junhyung drove through Seoul city, he asked gikwang what was all this madness about.
“our father didn’t know about yoseob’s existence until he married my mom” he said “yoseob’s mother was an old classmate during his school days, and he never thought… well, you know. She disappeared one day and he never knew why… probably because of him…”
Yoseob’s mother hid him from his father but the baby appeared five years later in front the Lee’s door frame, when she died. Gikwang was four then.
Gikwang’s mother made room for him out of pity rather than anything else and always made him feel that he was left out. Even when gikwang put a lot of effort trying to make him feel he was special to him, yoseob never believe him, and grew up as a problematic guy, and he liked it, ‘cause he could go and come without anyone asking him where he’d gone, he could disappear without anyone asking where he’d been. And he ignored gikwang questions and his presence in general because he wasn’t his real brother, and he won’t ever be.
Yoseob was in this alone.
They both carried yoseob upstairs to junhyung’s apartment, the first one by his legs and gikwang by his arms. He was sleeping like a log, so he didn’t feel anything. When they reached the apartment, they put him over the couch and he lied there, boneless.
“he smells like hell” junhyung said with a face and wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Gikwang just stared at him, sadly.
“I never thought you’d be able to reach this point.” he muttered, too imperceptible to junhyung who went to the other side of the room to turn the lights on to hear.
“well, I guess he’s staying over tonight… as well as you” gikwang gave a start.
“oh, no! I don’t want to disturb you… you don’t have to… I swear… I’ll find another place.”
“don’t be a fool. It’s not a problem to me.” he said and the grin on his face that was supposed to be a smile made gikwang’s heart skip a beat and he forgot what he was about to say.
“I… I…” but he couldn’t find the words.
Only God knows how much he likes junhyung.
Junhyung heard the ringing of the shower inside the bathroom. He sent gikwang to take one because he knew he didn’t sleep last night, too worried about his brother’s whereabouts and probably he spent the whole day wondering about the same as well. Now he has to rest.
Junhyung sighed because this was probably the creepiest thing he has ever done in his entire life, but he just can’t leave yoseob like that smelling like alcohol, cheap perfume and vomit, and he would have waited for gikwang to finish his shower, for real, but he just couldn’t handle the odor and he decided to change his clothes to one of his old pajamas.
He took off his jacket, carefully, in order to not wake up him, but when he started to undo his buttons, he opened his eyes enough to notice what was going on and junhyung froze, waiting the moment when yoseob would shout. But his blurry and bloodshot eyes just stared quietly at him, as if he were someone already familiar to him.
“doojoon?” he asked with a husky voice. Junhyung, still with his fingers frozen in the act of unbuttoning, suddenly felt his stomach empty.
“w-what?”
“doojoon? Is it you?” he insisted and junhyung’s fingers stared to shiver.
He bit his lower lip. “no… this… is junhyung…” he said.
Yoseob’s face twitched for a moment in disappointment, and then he closed his eyes and continued sleeping.
Junhyung felt unable to continue with what he was doing before. He felt weird, and empty, somehow. He felt like it was the very first time someone was that disappointed of him.
“who the fuck is doojoon, anyway?”