[fanfic] Just So
Title: Just So
Type: Drabble, Real Life
Rating: G
Genre: I’m not really sure
Pairing: Whoever you want it to be (but I’m obviously gearing this for Nichkhun/Wooyoung hehe)
Words: 500+
It wasn’t that complicated, really.
A/N: This fic just came out of nowhere, really. I was bored, opened Words and it suddenly came out. A little sudden and not exactly thought out but I hope you enjoy it. ^^
They were just friends.
When they had late-night supper conversations in the dorm kitchens, it meant that they had good chemistry. When they talked about everything under the sun from their families to their futures, it meant that they were open with each other. When he looked out for him more than the other members, it meant that he was a concerned older brother. When he hugged him and consoled him when he was sad, it meant that their friendship was real. When he would text him encouraging messages to cheer him on while he was working alone, it meant that he still kept him in his thoughts even when they weren’t working together. When his heart began to pound a little harder than usual when he saw his face, it meant… well - it didn’t mean anything.
It was just fanservice.
When they were playing games with each other at the back of the broadcasting studio, oblivious to everything else, it was just fanservice. When they were expertly manipulating a piece of paper between their lips, it was just fanservice. When they hugged or touched each other while filming a show for no good reason, it was just fanservice. When they were always paired with each other for interviews and filming, it was just fanservice. When they accidentally talked about visiting each other’s hometown in two separate interviews, it was just fanservice. When he picked him as the member he would date if he had to, it was just fanservice. When he talked so ardently about falling in love with him in front of the fans, it was definitely fanservice.
It didn’t mean anything.
It didn’t mean anything when he made that late-night visit to his room. It didn’t mean anything because it started off as an innocent chat about his troubles. It didn’t mean anything because he was opening himself up to him, and he had been emotionally vulnerable. It didn’t mean anything when he felt like just his hug could ease his pain. It didn’t mean anything that they had wound up kissing against the wall a few minutes later. It didn’t mean anything that he even wondered why they had waited so long to start. It didn’t mean anything that their clothes were off before he knew it, and it certainly didn’t mean anything when they were doing things with each other they knew they probably shouldn’t. It didn’t mean anything when he realised he had never felt like this before, no matter who he had been with. It didn’t mean anything at all that he felt like this is a place he felt like he should’ve come back to a long time ago. It didn’t mean anything when he whispered words in his ear, words that he had always thought cheesy but never realised how much warmth it could spread throughout his body.
It didn’t mean anything because he didn’t say those words back. It didn’t mean anything because there was no way there will be a second time. It didn’t mean anything because they couldn’t continue this, because it would have to end when people found out, sooner or later. And why not end it sooner than later?
It didn’t mean anything because he was going to tell him so in the morning.
Because it was just fanservice. Because they were just friends.
Type: Drabble, Real Life
Rating: G
Genre: I’m not really sure
Pairing: Whoever you want it to be (but I’m obviously gearing this for Nichkhun/Wooyoung hehe)
Words: 500+
It wasn’t that complicated, really.
A/N: This fic just came out of nowhere, really. I was bored, opened Words and it suddenly came out. A little sudden and not exactly thought out but I hope you enjoy it. ^^
They were just friends.
When they had late-night supper conversations in the dorm kitchens, it meant that they had good chemistry. When they talked about everything under the sun from their families to their futures, it meant that they were open with each other. When he looked out for him more than the other members, it meant that he was a concerned older brother. When he hugged him and consoled him when he was sad, it meant that their friendship was real. When he would text him encouraging messages to cheer him on while he was working alone, it meant that he still kept him in his thoughts even when they weren’t working together. When his heart began to pound a little harder than usual when he saw his face, it meant… well - it didn’t mean anything.
It was just fanservice.
When they were playing games with each other at the back of the broadcasting studio, oblivious to everything else, it was just fanservice. When they were expertly manipulating a piece of paper between their lips, it was just fanservice. When they hugged or touched each other while filming a show for no good reason, it was just fanservice. When they were always paired with each other for interviews and filming, it was just fanservice. When they accidentally talked about visiting each other’s hometown in two separate interviews, it was just fanservice. When he picked him as the member he would date if he had to, it was just fanservice. When he talked so ardently about falling in love with him in front of the fans, it was definitely fanservice.
It didn’t mean anything.
It didn’t mean anything when he made that late-night visit to his room. It didn’t mean anything because it started off as an innocent chat about his troubles. It didn’t mean anything because he was opening himself up to him, and he had been emotionally vulnerable. It didn’t mean anything when he felt like just his hug could ease his pain. It didn’t mean anything that they had wound up kissing against the wall a few minutes later. It didn’t mean anything that he even wondered why they had waited so long to start. It didn’t mean anything that their clothes were off before he knew it, and it certainly didn’t mean anything when they were doing things with each other they knew they probably shouldn’t. It didn’t mean anything when he realised he had never felt like this before, no matter who he had been with. It didn’t mean anything at all that he felt like this is a place he felt like he should’ve come back to a long time ago. It didn’t mean anything when he whispered words in his ear, words that he had always thought cheesy but never realised how much warmth it could spread throughout his body.
It didn’t mean anything because he didn’t say those words back. It didn’t mean anything because there was no way there will be a second time. It didn’t mean anything because they couldn’t continue this, because it would have to end when people found out, sooner or later. And why not end it sooner than later?
It didn’t mean anything because he was going to tell him so in the morning.
Because it was just fanservice. Because they were just friends.