Of Stubbornness and Courtships [11/ 15]
Title: Of Stubbornness and Courtships
Author: shohai_mizuki
Pairing: Junseung (Junhyung/ Hyunseung), Dooseob, Kiwoon, others
Other Groups: Big Bang
Rating: PG-13
Summary: These days, courting seems as easy as counting 1, 2, 3. But not for a certain individual. Because, unfortunately for him, he falls for the secretive and stubborn Jang Hyunseung who has a reputation for being unresponsive to the most romantic of courting. You'd wonder what exactly he has up his sleeve to get this elusive doe-eyed doll.
Author's Notes: A belated happy birthday to chulliechullie and cheecharon! I'll throw in an angst fic because I am depressed at not being able to go to Mayday Parade's concert. The angst fic is inspired by their song. Anyway, you guys know the drill. Comments, criticisms and suggestions are always welcome! :)
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And it's morning. It's Monday morning again. Sunday was livelier than usual because Junhyung likes to pester people all day long with messages and calls, of which very few he had replied to and none he had answered. There is no other reason than because he is still angry about the kiss, or rather kisses, Junhyung gave him. Who would want to suddenly be kissed all over the face? Okay, so maybe he does want to. But! With his lover of course, not with Junhyung because Junhyung is not his lover. Maybe not yet. Maybe not ever. That depends on the whole if Junhyung would stop being annoying and being a creepy stalker. And of course, if he does develop feelings for the other which the chances of happening is about 1%. He climbs out of his bed and grabs his phone because he just knows there's a message from Junhyung. And right he is.
From: My Stalker
I can't wait to see you.
I'll catch you at the bus later.
Don't get too oblivious now.
Kkkk.
He keyboard smashes in his head because he has no idea how to actually say that out loud. He would applaud someone who could actually do that. Now, back to the matter at hand which is none other than getting to school on time. No Yong Junhyung with creepy messages could stop him. School always comes before anything. Good education goes a long way. And a successful life is what he dreams of. Of course, a happy one too.
Hurrying in the shower, he almost slips on the wet floor in going out but emerges triumphant over it. After fixing himself, he grabs all of the necessary stuff and flies down the stairs. He did not literally fly, if that's what you're thinking. As much as he would actually like to have the power to do so, no he does not have in fact any such ability. If he did, he would have gotten away from Junhyung all those times he wanted to. Or could he ever get away from Junhyung, the self-proclaimed mutant? That creepy stalker may have something up the sleeve, prepared for anything, which both fascinates and irritates him.
"Jang Hyunseung!" His mother has her hands on her hips the instant he walks into the kitchen. He stops in his tracks. "How many times have I told you that running-slash-flying down the stairs is forbidden?"
"Let's see..." He tries counting in his head.
"Ah ah ah! No more running. You're going to hurt yourself if you're not careful." His mother pushes him down the seat and places breakfast in front of him. "Now eat. You'll be late for school."
He didn't answer because he quickly digs in. When all is done, he bids his mother goodbye and sets out to the bus stop. Once he arrives, he composes himself, flattening his unruly hair from the running and tries to remove the creases on his uniform. Checking his watch, he sits down, knowing he still has time before the bus arrives. He looks at the trees across the road and the deserted sidewalk. Soon, everything would be covered in a white blanket and it would be very pretty. For now, the trees are going bald. But that's what he doesn't get about it. Why say that a tree is bald? Does it have a head to be bald? Why not invent another term for it? He keeps thinking of trees having faces with the leaves as the hair. Strange but surprisingly, he feels a sort of excitement thinking of the possibilities of things that aren't the way they seem.
For instance, Junhyung may well be an extremely horrible looking monster. Or an extremely handsome supernatural creature. Or maybe even a girl in disguise. He thinks of the "scary face" with a girl's body and he laughs. Oh he could never look at Junhyung the same ever again. He probably looks like a crazy idiot right now, laughing his ass off all alone on that bench but he couldn't , wouldn't, stop himself. It's so refreshing too laugh so freely. He hears the bus' engine and he wills himself to straighten up. As the bus stops in front of him, his laughter has died down but there is still that infinitesimal smile on his lips as he makes his way to his seat. He knows Junhyung is there waiting so he keeps his head down, not looking at Junhyung's face because he would surely break down again, even more severely because Junhyung is in the flesh and that just makes everything look much more real.
He sits down and looks out the window, immediately. He doesn't see the quirk of Junhyung's eyebrow at him, the questioning gaze. He tries to concentrate on the blurring scenery before him but the image of Junhyung as a girl just doesn't give up on pestering him. It's like a bad joke that you couldn't take off your mind. It's that clingy. He's smiling now and biting his lip down to prevent any sound from escaping his lips but his shoulders are shuddering. He doesn't realize that the person beside him just gets more and more curious and more and more determined to wheedle the truth out of him.
"Yah."
His body stiffens and he pretends to not have heard. He pretends that he's lost in his own world again, although admittedly he sort of is just not like the usual. But then again, how can he ever deceive this stalker who seems to know when he's just being difficult or he's truly lost?
"I know you can hear me, Seung-ah. No use trying to look like you don't."
"So what?" He replies, still not facing Junhyung. To add to the nonchalant effect, he rests his elbow on the armrest and consequently, rests his chin on his palm. Of course, he also makes a straight face. Yet again, Junhyung is not deceived.
"So what are you thinking of?"
"None of your business." Okay, so it actually is Junhyung's business. Not that he would ever tell because Junhyung might just decide to no longer like him and proceed to kill him. A terrible future and early death, if you ask him.
For a long time, there is silence that when Junhyung speaks he is startled from his thoughts of repressing the immensely entertaining images. "Alright then."
Junhyung just had to say that. Now he feels semi-guilty, not entirely because he still values his life. He debates whether to tell Junhyung or not. His eyebrows cross and his lips turn into a frown as he contemplates on the matter at hand. He decides that no, he won't tell because despite his guilt, he thinks that there are things he is still entitled to keep from Junhyung because Junhyung is a know-it-all stalker.
"You know I really did mean that's it's alright."
He turns to Junhyung with a confused look. "What?"
"You don't have to tell me. It's not like I have to know every single detail about you or your life." A poke to his forehead and Junhyung smirking makes his cheeks turn a light shade of red. He frowns and crosses his arms, turning his head away.
"Who says I was thinking about telling you?"
"Your face."
"I was completely straight-faced." He narrows his eyes at Junhyung. "Are you using your mutant powers?"
Junhyung laughs, a hand on his shoulder. "Still with the Junhyung-is-a-mutant theory? Why not? But do you want to know a secret?"
He raises an eyebrow, skeptical of all this. "If it's a secret then shouldn't you be, I don't know, keeping it a secret?"
"It wouldn't hurt for you to learn about it. Besides, it might be something worthwhile. Don't you want to know?"
Junhyung is smirking at him and he couldn't help but feel curious. And before he could stop himself, he says, "Okay. Shoot. What is it?"
Junhyung looks straight into his eyes with much seriousness and says, "I've always looked at you. And from all those times, I learned how to distinguish when you're thinking, when you're sleepy or when you're secretly happy."
Heat rises to his cheeks and he wills it to go away with the thought of Junhyung in a girl's body. It almost works but right now, all he can see is Junhyung's eyes. Oh wait a minute, where is the rest of Junhyung's face? Then there's the feel of lips on the side of his. His eyes widen and twitch. Cue punch. Cue painful cursing. Cue glare. Cue smirk. Cue redder cheeks. He holds his fist in the air between them. "Come any closer and I'll make sure you're crawling your way to school, black and blue."
"I'm fine already so I'll keep my distance." Junhyung chuckles and looks ahead. He puts his bag between them and crosses his arms but he doesn't look ahead. He glares at Junhyung, making sure that the other doesn't move an inch. When the bus lurches forward, he hits his head on the seat in front of his. He rubs at the sore spot and frowns. Where has his good luck gone? Where?
"I'd like to help you but since you told me to stay away then you're on your own." Junhyung smirks at him and his blood boils.
"Why are you so insufferable?"
"But you like it that way." Junhyung's smirk widens. He resists the urge to punch Junhyung. But he fails and so Junhyung gets another punch at the arm. "All of this is pretty much worth it to see you so open like this."
He flushes and looks down. It's true. He's been more and more expressive lately with Junhyung. What has the world gone into? Everything is so out of place because you're not supposed to be close to a person you barely know and who is courting you like a creepy stalker. The cosmic balance of the universe must have been tampered with. That can be the only explanation as to why things are happening the way they are. Admittedly though, he feels more lighthearted than he ever was before. Like Junhyung is his personal emotional outlet. Add in physical outlet because punching Junhyung makes everything feel a little bit better.
Still, something is bugging him at the back of his mind. Since when has Junhyung been looking at him? When exactly did he meet Junhyung? Or did Junhyung meet him but he didn't meet Junhyung? That cna happen. He looks at said person with the I'm-extremely-serious-so-you-better-be-too face. "When did we first meet? How do you know me?"
"Let's just say when we were still kids."
He looks crossly at Junhyung whose smirk is still in place. "You know that just makes me more curious. Details! Tell me details!"
"Oh look it's our stop." The bus stops and Junhyung gets up and grabs his bag. Surprised, he chases after his bag held by Junhyung. Once out of the vehicle, the other gives his bag back and he takes it roughly from the other's hand. He glares before heading in, leaving the chuckling Junhyung behind.
"I'm going to tear his insides out and throw them to the dogs."
"Who?" He looks to his side and Jiyong is grinning at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"Creepy mean stalker." He frowns and looks down as they continue walking.
"Oh you mean Junhyung-ssi." Jiyong nods and looks thoughtful. They fall into silence as students rush by them, some taking a longer look, some stopping just to stare. He doesn't notice Jiyong's cellphone pulled out from the other's pocket and readied for picture taking. "Hey Hyunnie."
He looks at Jiyong and a click is heard. His head snaps to look at the perpetrator, the cellphone. Knowing he looks ridiculous, he whines at Jiyong, "Yah! I wasn't ready. Again! Again! And delete that picture!"
"Whatever you say Hyunnie." They smile at the camera, still walking towards the school building. Before they could bump into anyone, Jiyong keeps the cellphone away and grins at him. "Well see now we got your smile back."
He smiles at the other. "You always do that. Thanks hyung!"
"Remember! Keep that smile even until later, ok?" His eyebrows knit in confusion but Jiyong is already walking away, or rather running towards Seunghyun. "Seunghyun!"
He contemplates whether to follow or not but decides not to and heads to his locker. He doesn't hear Jiyong say "It's time." All he's troubled with are the words Jiyong left him. What did his crazy hyung mean by that? Is something bad about to happen? He hopes not. He almost bangs his head on his locker but stops himself from doing so. It's not appropriate for him to do that especially with a lot of students walking around. He sighs, getting his things and making his way around the crowd towards his classroom.
He is in deep thought about him and smiling and later that the things on his desk goes by unnoticed. He places his bag down and rest his chin on his palm, looking outside. His other hand is roaming his desk, as if trying to find something to hold. When it does, he turns his head to look at the object. It's a paper airplane. It takes time before he actually remembers about him and airplanes and Junhyung. He lets go of the paper airplane and notices something underneath it. He takes the object and blinks in surprise as he is faces with a sticky note pad with the design of a deer with large doe eyes. It screams cuteness that a person can't even handle. He gets into a staring contest with the "deer".
After some time, he looks away from the sticky note pad and turns to the airplane. He doesn't understand why he feels excited to know what's written inside. Probably because Junhyung likes being a bit poetic. Said person could probably compose a song, sell it to an entertainment company and gain lots of money. Or is eh already doing that? Now he feels all the more curious about Junhyung. He shakes his head and takes the paper airplane in his hands, unfolding it carefully.
We match so well to a point that you might get jealous.
You want me too, I know it all. Without hesitation, tell me.
Okay that's just a bit too conceited now. But he can't help the heat rising to his cheeks at the straightforwardness. He has to admit, he's a bit dense sometimes so when someone is so straightforward, there's just something about it to him. There's a different impact than going around the bushes and making him even more confused. Going back to Junhyung and the letter, he resists the urge to let gravity have its way with his head and let it fall on his desk with a loud bang. In his head, he's torn between flailing around and blabbing about wishful courters. What is it with Junhyung and making him feel weird?
He decides to push those thoughts away first. He folds the paper neatly and puts it in his bag. The sticky note pad remains on his desk. He thinks it might be helpful later on. He tends to forget assignments and the like so he'll write them later there and stick it to somewhere in the house he looks at a lot. The ceiling? The window? The mirror? Or maybe his bedside table? That would do. And his teacher arrives just in time. He thinks that if he does anymore waiting, he might eventually think about Junhyung again which of course is a big no. So he focuses on the lessons at hand, diligently taking notes and listening to the lecture. He's not a lazy student, really. He likes learning. Most of the time, he listens attentively. It's just that sometimes he gets bored and his mind would wander off. But not today. He will definitely focus today.
And time passes by quickly. Soon, it's time for lunch. He gathers his things and joins the crowd towards the cafeteria. There he sees Youngbae already sitting down. He walks up to their table and places his bag down. But then he remembers the privy hands and decides to hold onto his bag. Even if Youngbae isn't likely to go through his things, he has to be careful. These people are ninja! Crazy ninjas, really. He sits down, smiling at Youngbae who smiles back unknowing of his thoughts.
"Hyung, not going to buy food yet?"
"I'll go buy with Ji later. You?"
"Hmm...I'll go buy now while the line is still a bit short." He stands up but backtracks. He looks seriously at Youngbae. "Hyung, take care of my bag. I entrust you with it."
He places it beside the other and heads off to buy his food. While in line, he keeps looking back and forth between the food and their table. It seems safe and he's getting tired of turning his head so he merely waits, looking at the food being served. Somehow, the wait seems longer than should be. Maybe today people are slower. Maybe it's because of the tipped cosmic balance since earlier. He gasps inwardly. Don't let it be that way. How would everybody live like this? Everything will be a mess, nothing would be like they used to. Come to think of it, wouldn't that be fun? Trying something new. Yes, it does sound like a lot of fun to him.
And it's his turn. He gets his share and pays. Turning around, he makes his way through the thickening mass of students. He does his best not to spill his food from all the shoving and the shoulder-hitting. Once at their table, he does a victory dance in his mind. But everyone is huddled up and he's got a bad feeling about it. They all turn around and lo and behold, Junhyung is with them. He would now like to have an award for being able to hold on to his tray of food even after being surprised like this. He takes deep, calming breaths and places his food down, sitting on his place and taking his bag from Youngbae's outstretched hand.
He remains indifferent to everything and pretends that he's all alone at the table without six eyes boring into his soul. He begins to eat his food and still people are looking at him. He tries to continue on but they just wouldn't be deterred. He turns to them and glares. "I'm trying to eat here."
"We know." Seunghyun shrugs.
"Care to tell me why you're all staring at me then?"
"No. No. Continue eating."
"Well, actually, I'm wondering why you're still not reacting about Junhyung...hyung being here."
"Because, Seungri, I do not care. Now let me eat in peace."
"Oh there won't be any such peace, Hyunnie. Because today, at this very moment, we shall interrogate Yong Junhyung! Who has so kindly agreed to it."
There is seriously something wrong with Junhyung's brain. Agreeing to be interrogated by Jiyong? Not to mention Seunghyung, Youngbae, Seungri and Daesung too? No doubt about it. Junhyung probably hit his head hard as a baby. You don't go prancing willingly into a carnivore's lair. Not unless you wanted to die and from what he can tell, Junhyung has yet to have plans on it. He stares, unabashedly stares, at Junhyung with the most incredulous face he could muster.
"Are you on drugs by any chance? Or have you hit your head on something extremely hard that it broke?"
"No. I just thought that it would be best if I get an approval from your friends. And since they already asked me to come to their table, which by the way is not a subtle way to tell a person you're going to scare them half to death for courting your friend, I thought it's better to get this done with already." Junhyung shrugs with a smirk directed at him. He has to admit, he'll give the other props for being that brave. Everyone knows protective friends are the next scariest thing to protective parents, if not sometimes scarier.
"Suit yourself. I'd say good luck, but you know I don't like you."
"I think that's your way of saying good luck so thanks. Go ahead and finish eating your food." Junhyung turns to look back at his friends who have been watching their exchange. He stares at Junhyung for awhile longer before going back to his food. From the corner of his eye, he could see them straightening up and trying to look all serious. And they do actually look serious and scary even. He begins to eat his food again but half of his attention is on the group beside him.
"Name."
"Yong Junhyung."
"Nuh-uh. Real name."
"...Yong Jaesoon." Cue laughter. The loudest one is from you know who. He chokes silently on his food. But quickly recovers before any of them could notice. He takes a glance at Junhyung who is staring at him. His eyes widen at being caught and he quickly looks back to his food. He doesn't find it funny. He actually likes it. There's a small smile on his face as he eats his food. Yong Jaesoon. Yong Jaesoon. Yong Jaesoon. Yong Hyunseung. He stops everything. No he did not just do that. He did not. He did not. But he did. Someone just punch him right now. But it slipped so easily, so freely. Does he like Junhyung like that? Has it escalated to that level? Oh God no. He buries himself in food.
"Status."
"Taken."
"Taken?!" Cue extremely loud shout.
"What the fuck? You are not-"
"Taken by Jang Hyunseung."
"-smooth."
"I'll use that as a pick-up line."
"Shut up, Ri. We're interrogating here." Cue multiple slaps from abusive hyungs to the dongsaeng.
"Ehem. Past girlfriends? Boyfriends?"
"Or any other sexual and-or emotional relationships?"
"None."
"What the heck? Then how are you-?" Cue slaps.
"How can we trust you?"
"You can ask everyone I've ever been in contact with."
"We'll hold you up to that."
"Where did you first meet Hyun?" If he had dog ears, they would have perked up excitedly. Since he is human and is not in any way a dog, his face lighten up. He tries to act nonchalant and continues to eat his food, but his full attention is actually at their conversation.
"When we were kids."
"Good eno-"
"No. Not good enough. How did you meet then?"
"Yang Yoseob is a family friend. When I went by his house, Hyunseung was there."
"And don't tell me you've liked him since."
"I liked him because I could see we had a lot in common. I didn't think back then I would like him like I do now. Although, even back then I think he's beautiful."
"He's my friend but I did not want to hear that, hyung." Cue smacks on Seungri's head.
"Sweet."
"Back to the interrogation!"
"You've been described as a stalker. Have you been stalking our Hyunnie?"
"If by stalking you mean following him persistently due to obsession and-or derangement, then no. No I haven't."
"Then what do you call what's you're doing."
"I am merely observing. And learning from those observations."
"Isn't that stalking?"
"No. Stalking is, again, due to obsession or derangement. I am not deranged nor am I obsessed. I am only in love." Cue puking sound. Cue multiple slaps. Cue him choking on his food without restraint. He doesn't even dare look at Junhyung. His face is probably as red as a ripe tomato. Someone save him right now.
"Okay. Ehem."
"Have you even for one second thought about cheating or courting another person?"
"No."
"Plans after becoming Hyun's boyfriend?"
"I don't want to have a lot of changes. I like staying the way we are." The way they are? How are they anyway? Always bickering?
"Will you hurt Hyunnie?"
"I would never want to be the one to cause him pain. If I do so unintentionally, then I will do everything to make it up to him." Junhyung really knows how to make him blush. And he couldn't even hide because he's finished all his food.
"Ok. Ok. Last question before we give the speech."
"Why do you like Hyun?"
"Because he's himself."
"...ok."
"Now we may proceed to the most awaited speech. Jiyong, do the honors."
"With pleasure, Seunghyun. Yong Junhyung, if you hurt our Jang Hyunseung, you will wake up with all your innards decorating your room and your dick cut off and burned. Not only that we will make sure you experience the highest, most gruesome torture ever known to man."
"I understand."
A moment of silence. He takes a peek and everyone is looking at Junhyung and Junhyung is looking at everyone. There seems to be some communication going on that he's not in. And then all of a sudden they all smile and he's just there staring confusedly at them. They look at him and his supposed friends give him a thumbs up. Junhyung is smirking at him.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you Junhyung-ssi." Jiyong makes a very serious face.
"I know Jiyong-ssi." And Junhyung matches it. And there it is again, that communication he doesn't quite get. It makes him frustrated like he's being sold to Junhyung or something. Oh he hopes he isn't. But then somehow it seems he is. What wonderful friends he has. Note very strong sarcasm.
"Life must hate me a lot." He stands up, grabs his bag and leaves them behind to go to his classroom. For the rest of the day, he pushes down all thoughts of Junhyung and his friends the moment they start to pop up in his mind because they're extremely irritating and distracting. He must not be overpowered by such trivial things. There are more important matters at hand, like their project and their papers. He's good at keeping thoughts at bay for the sake of learning and so the afternoon goes by with a normal, lazy air.
So maybe he hasn't exactly exhibited that skill a lot but he'll have you know that he is actually, most honestly, an expert at that. It's just that Junhyung is persistent and everything is just new and weird for him. Now, he's getting used to it. And so, he would like to proudly say, he has survived. He packs his things, the note pad filled with writings. He takes a second glance at it before shoving it inside his bag with his other things. A shadow looms over him and he looks up once he finishes zipping his bag. Junhyung is looking down at him with a ghost of a smile. He glares.
"I'm still angry with you."
"I can see that."
"Don't sit beside me."
"Can't do that."
"I'm telling Jiyong-hyung."
"I don't think this counts as hurting you."
"...fuck you."
"I'd be glad to." Junhyung smirks at him and he slaps his face.
"Thanks a lot Junhyung. God the mental image. And don't you even dare comment anymore about it." He points a warning finger at Junhyung whose hands go up in the air. He slings his bag to his back and walks out of the classroom and out of the school with Junhyung following him close behind. He doesn't even know how this isn't considered stalking. There is an injustice going on here. Junhyung keeps silent even when they're in the bus. But he just couldn't take it all silently.
"I thought I told you not to sit beside me?"
"And you think I would really agree to that?"
"Yes. Aren't you supposed to do things to make me happy? This? This is not making me happy."
"On the contrary, I think your safety overlaps your happiness at these kinds of times. And knowing you, you could be molested and stolen from easily."
"I am not that easy." Junhyung raises an eyebrow at him. "Okay. Maybe slightly."
"I'm here to watch over you."
"Can't you watch over there? Way, way back there?"
"How am I supposed to beat the crap out of the offender if I'm not near you. And prevention is better than cure."
"...just stay as far away from me as this seat allows."
"Of course, Seung-ah."
"Stop calling me that!" He crosses his arms and looks out the window,ending their conversation there. How can Junhyung answer that he likes them to stay this way? This way? This bickering way? This person has got some serious mental problems. But he thinks about it, thinks about how they could be any other way. And he couldn't. It couldn't be. It's just their thing. They have to be this awkward, bickering, silent pair and no other. He couldn't picture them being sweet most of the time. He couldn't picture them being lovely most of the time. It's just not them. This. This is them.
But what is them? Is there even a them? He hits his head on the window lightly. Why is he even thinking about this? He mentally stabs himself to death. Junhyung. Junhyung really is something. This person beside him has made him think about a lot of things and do a lot of different things as well. And yes, deep down, it feels great. Going out of the norm and your routine, it's always been a things of his. And looks like, Junhyung's too. Maybe they do have lot more in common than he admits.
He's finding out a lot of things because of Junhyung. He looks at said person from the corner of his eye. It's nice. This feeling is nice, experiencing different things. Maybe Junhyung isn't so bad to be around with. If not for his kissing habit. Without really properly thinking, he punches Junhyung. Said person looks incredulously at him.
"I didn't even do anything!"
"It's still for that kiss earlier. I will punch you every time I remember it."
"That's not fair."
"When is anything ever fair?"
"Touche."
He looks out the window again just in time to notice that they're at the stop. He pokes Junhyung who is already standing up and he follows suit. When they get down from the bus, he immediately walks towards his house. Junhyung falls into step beside him and begins a conversation.
"Well, I have the approval of your friends."
"Your point is?"
"Nothing really." He turns to look at Junhyung with a raised brow but he is only given a smirk.
"If you're just trying to make small talk, it's not really working."
"But it is."
"How so?"
"You're answering me aren't you?"
"..."
Junhyung takes hold of his hand and as per usual, he tries to tug it free. Still, it seems like he'll never be able to get his hand free once Junhyung's gotten a hold of it. Will it be the same with his heart? If ever Junhyung really does accomplish making him fall in love? Or even just liking him as more than a friend? Will he not be able to take his heart back as his?
Arriving at the porch once again, he readies himself. He shall not be distracted by anymore questions or the color of the sky. He looks at Junhyung squarely in the face as if challenging him to do something. Junhyung suddenly tugs at his hand and, caught in surprise, he staggers forward. Junhyung's other hand grabs his chin and his face is turned upward. The lightest touch of their lips and then gone. He can't even tell you that they did kiss without doubting himself. It's too fast, too soft, too light just like the wind. His hand flies up to his lips and he glares at Junhyung who, by all gloating means, is grinning at him.
Three punches and a slap to the arm. He wants to wring the other's neck right now but he doesn't think his parents will appreciate him murdering someone at their front steps. He settles for glaring and trying to kill Junhyung with his mind so that authorities would have no clues whatsoever. God why is he so easy? He couldn't help but release a frustrated sigh and stomp on the floor while the person in front of him merely chuckles in his demise. If murdering isn't illegal and will not sentence him to life imprisonment or death sentence then he would more than willingly kill Junhyung right now.
"I'll be going now, Seung-ah."
"Never come back."
"You know, I like holding your hand. When I'm not holding it, my hand feels empty. But I know I'll be able to hold it again so I don't have to worry about letting go."
"What?"
But Junhyung doesn't answer him and simply walks away, waving his hand in goodbye as if trying to act cool when he's not. He's not really. Because Hyunseung knows cool and Junhyung is definitely not cool like that. He's cool in a Junhyung sort of way. God what is he thinking now? He heads inside his house and does his usual routine of doing homework, eating dinner, getting teased by his parents and preparing himself to bed.
Once he is lying down on his bed, free from all the troubles of homework and mothers. He thinks about Junhyung's words. And he can't help but connect it to what he was thinking earlier on. Well then, Junhyung won't really take all of his heart and keep it just like when they're holding hands. It's true that Junhyung doesn't hold his every time he can because he could while they're on the bus but he doesn't. He could while they're waiting or walking out of school but he doesn't. It's nice to know that. It's nice to know that Junhyung is still giving him his space. Anyone would be lucky to have Junhyung love them. And then his inner voice decides to nag about Junhyung being in love with him and him being lucky, if that's the case.
He would like to very much argue and disagree but he's driven at a corner because it's his own words against him. He sighs and lays on his stomach, burying his face on his pillow. Every time Junhyung is involved, he always loses to his brain because somehow he says the wrong things and those words end up being used against him. He needs to see a psychiatrist soon or he'll end up going crazy. He sighs again and turns his head to the side just as his phone lights up and vibrates. He doesn't need to look to know that it's from Junhyung. He's sort of anxious what the message is.
He reaches out to his cellphone and clicks the open button. He doesn't see what's typed there because he's closing his eyes. Why is he acting like this? It's just a message. So he wills himself to open his eyes and with enough willpower they do open. He blinks for a few moments, trying to focus his sight and when he does he is rewarded with a cheesy line once again and his face turns red. There's a tingle on his lips and he feels like Junhyung's lips are lightly brushing his again. Despite his supposed hatred for the kiss, he sleeps well tonight. Because somehow, he knows Junhyung is good. And that Junhyung is doing everything to make him like the other. And somehow, maybe he is.
From: My Stalker
Good night Seung-ah.
Sweet dreams.
I know you'll be dreaming of me kissing you.
Kkkk.
I wish I could stop time.
I would stop it when our lips met.
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Note: Here's a little hint for the next chapter! Meet the parents! Whose parents though? Have a lucky guess!
This story is near its end. Is everyone excited? Until next chapter everyone! :D
Author: shohai_mizuki
Pairing: Junseung (Junhyung/ Hyunseung), Dooseob, Kiwoon, others
Other Groups: Big Bang
Rating: PG-13
Summary: These days, courting seems as easy as counting 1, 2, 3. But not for a certain individual. Because, unfortunately for him, he falls for the secretive and stubborn Jang Hyunseung who has a reputation for being unresponsive to the most romantic of courting. You'd wonder what exactly he has up his sleeve to get this elusive doe-eyed doll.
Author's Notes: A belated happy birthday to chulliechullie and cheecharon! I'll throw in an angst fic because I am depressed at not being able to go to Mayday Parade's concert. The angst fic is inspired by their song. Anyway, you guys know the drill. Comments, criticisms and suggestions are always welcome! :)
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And it's morning. It's Monday morning again. Sunday was livelier than usual because Junhyung likes to pester people all day long with messages and calls, of which very few he had replied to and none he had answered. There is no other reason than because he is still angry about the kiss, or rather kisses, Junhyung gave him. Who would want to suddenly be kissed all over the face? Okay, so maybe he does want to. But! With his lover of course, not with Junhyung because Junhyung is not his lover. Maybe not yet. Maybe not ever. That depends on the whole if Junhyung would stop being annoying and being a creepy stalker. And of course, if he does develop feelings for the other which the chances of happening is about 1%. He climbs out of his bed and grabs his phone because he just knows there's a message from Junhyung. And right he is.
From: My Stalker
I can't wait to see you.
I'll catch you at the bus later.
Don't get too oblivious now.
Kkkk.
He keyboard smashes in his head because he has no idea how to actually say that out loud. He would applaud someone who could actually do that. Now, back to the matter at hand which is none other than getting to school on time. No Yong Junhyung with creepy messages could stop him. School always comes before anything. Good education goes a long way. And a successful life is what he dreams of. Of course, a happy one too.
Hurrying in the shower, he almost slips on the wet floor in going out but emerges triumphant over it. After fixing himself, he grabs all of the necessary stuff and flies down the stairs. He did not literally fly, if that's what you're thinking. As much as he would actually like to have the power to do so, no he does not have in fact any such ability. If he did, he would have gotten away from Junhyung all those times he wanted to. Or could he ever get away from Junhyung, the self-proclaimed mutant? That creepy stalker may have something up the sleeve, prepared for anything, which both fascinates and irritates him.
"Jang Hyunseung!" His mother has her hands on her hips the instant he walks into the kitchen. He stops in his tracks. "How many times have I told you that running-slash-flying down the stairs is forbidden?"
"Let's see..." He tries counting in his head.
"Ah ah ah! No more running. You're going to hurt yourself if you're not careful." His mother pushes him down the seat and places breakfast in front of him. "Now eat. You'll be late for school."
He didn't answer because he quickly digs in. When all is done, he bids his mother goodbye and sets out to the bus stop. Once he arrives, he composes himself, flattening his unruly hair from the running and tries to remove the creases on his uniform. Checking his watch, he sits down, knowing he still has time before the bus arrives. He looks at the trees across the road and the deserted sidewalk. Soon, everything would be covered in a white blanket and it would be very pretty. For now, the trees are going bald. But that's what he doesn't get about it. Why say that a tree is bald? Does it have a head to be bald? Why not invent another term for it? He keeps thinking of trees having faces with the leaves as the hair. Strange but surprisingly, he feels a sort of excitement thinking of the possibilities of things that aren't the way they seem.
For instance, Junhyung may well be an extremely horrible looking monster. Or an extremely handsome supernatural creature. Or maybe even a girl in disguise. He thinks of the "scary face" with a girl's body and he laughs. Oh he could never look at Junhyung the same ever again. He probably looks like a crazy idiot right now, laughing his ass off all alone on that bench but he couldn't , wouldn't, stop himself. It's so refreshing too laugh so freely. He hears the bus' engine and he wills himself to straighten up. As the bus stops in front of him, his laughter has died down but there is still that infinitesimal smile on his lips as he makes his way to his seat. He knows Junhyung is there waiting so he keeps his head down, not looking at Junhyung's face because he would surely break down again, even more severely because Junhyung is in the flesh and that just makes everything look much more real.
He sits down and looks out the window, immediately. He doesn't see the quirk of Junhyung's eyebrow at him, the questioning gaze. He tries to concentrate on the blurring scenery before him but the image of Junhyung as a girl just doesn't give up on pestering him. It's like a bad joke that you couldn't take off your mind. It's that clingy. He's smiling now and biting his lip down to prevent any sound from escaping his lips but his shoulders are shuddering. He doesn't realize that the person beside him just gets more and more curious and more and more determined to wheedle the truth out of him.
"Yah."
His body stiffens and he pretends to not have heard. He pretends that he's lost in his own world again, although admittedly he sort of is just not like the usual. But then again, how can he ever deceive this stalker who seems to know when he's just being difficult or he's truly lost?
"I know you can hear me, Seung-ah. No use trying to look like you don't."
"So what?" He replies, still not facing Junhyung. To add to the nonchalant effect, he rests his elbow on the armrest and consequently, rests his chin on his palm. Of course, he also makes a straight face. Yet again, Junhyung is not deceived.
"So what are you thinking of?"
"None of your business." Okay, so it actually is Junhyung's business. Not that he would ever tell because Junhyung might just decide to no longer like him and proceed to kill him. A terrible future and early death, if you ask him.
For a long time, there is silence that when Junhyung speaks he is startled from his thoughts of repressing the immensely entertaining images. "Alright then."
Junhyung just had to say that. Now he feels semi-guilty, not entirely because he still values his life. He debates whether to tell Junhyung or not. His eyebrows cross and his lips turn into a frown as he contemplates on the matter at hand. He decides that no, he won't tell because despite his guilt, he thinks that there are things he is still entitled to keep from Junhyung because Junhyung is a know-it-all stalker.
"You know I really did mean that's it's alright."
He turns to Junhyung with a confused look. "What?"
"You don't have to tell me. It's not like I have to know every single detail about you or your life." A poke to his forehead and Junhyung smirking makes his cheeks turn a light shade of red. He frowns and crosses his arms, turning his head away.
"Who says I was thinking about telling you?"
"Your face."
"I was completely straight-faced." He narrows his eyes at Junhyung. "Are you using your mutant powers?"
Junhyung laughs, a hand on his shoulder. "Still with the Junhyung-is-a-mutant theory? Why not? But do you want to know a secret?"
He raises an eyebrow, skeptical of all this. "If it's a secret then shouldn't you be, I don't know, keeping it a secret?"
"It wouldn't hurt for you to learn about it. Besides, it might be something worthwhile. Don't you want to know?"
Junhyung is smirking at him and he couldn't help but feel curious. And before he could stop himself, he says, "Okay. Shoot. What is it?"
Junhyung looks straight into his eyes with much seriousness and says, "I've always looked at you. And from all those times, I learned how to distinguish when you're thinking, when you're sleepy or when you're secretly happy."
Heat rises to his cheeks and he wills it to go away with the thought of Junhyung in a girl's body. It almost works but right now, all he can see is Junhyung's eyes. Oh wait a minute, where is the rest of Junhyung's face? Then there's the feel of lips on the side of his. His eyes widen and twitch. Cue punch. Cue painful cursing. Cue glare. Cue smirk. Cue redder cheeks. He holds his fist in the air between them. "Come any closer and I'll make sure you're crawling your way to school, black and blue."
"I'm fine already so I'll keep my distance." Junhyung chuckles and looks ahead. He puts his bag between them and crosses his arms but he doesn't look ahead. He glares at Junhyung, making sure that the other doesn't move an inch. When the bus lurches forward, he hits his head on the seat in front of his. He rubs at the sore spot and frowns. Where has his good luck gone? Where?
"I'd like to help you but since you told me to stay away then you're on your own." Junhyung smirks at him and his blood boils.
"Why are you so insufferable?"
"But you like it that way." Junhyung's smirk widens. He resists the urge to punch Junhyung. But he fails and so Junhyung gets another punch at the arm. "All of this is pretty much worth it to see you so open like this."
He flushes and looks down. It's true. He's been more and more expressive lately with Junhyung. What has the world gone into? Everything is so out of place because you're not supposed to be close to a person you barely know and who is courting you like a creepy stalker. The cosmic balance of the universe must have been tampered with. That can be the only explanation as to why things are happening the way they are. Admittedly though, he feels more lighthearted than he ever was before. Like Junhyung is his personal emotional outlet. Add in physical outlet because punching Junhyung makes everything feel a little bit better.
Still, something is bugging him at the back of his mind. Since when has Junhyung been looking at him? When exactly did he meet Junhyung? Or did Junhyung meet him but he didn't meet Junhyung? That cna happen. He looks at said person with the I'm-extremely-serious-so-you-better-be-too face. "When did we first meet? How do you know me?"
"Let's just say when we were still kids."
He looks crossly at Junhyung whose smirk is still in place. "You know that just makes me more curious. Details! Tell me details!"
"Oh look it's our stop." The bus stops and Junhyung gets up and grabs his bag. Surprised, he chases after his bag held by Junhyung. Once out of the vehicle, the other gives his bag back and he takes it roughly from the other's hand. He glares before heading in, leaving the chuckling Junhyung behind.
"I'm going to tear his insides out and throw them to the dogs."
"Who?" He looks to his side and Jiyong is grinning at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"Creepy mean stalker." He frowns and looks down as they continue walking.
"Oh you mean Junhyung-ssi." Jiyong nods and looks thoughtful. They fall into silence as students rush by them, some taking a longer look, some stopping just to stare. He doesn't notice Jiyong's cellphone pulled out from the other's pocket and readied for picture taking. "Hey Hyunnie."
He looks at Jiyong and a click is heard. His head snaps to look at the perpetrator, the cellphone. Knowing he looks ridiculous, he whines at Jiyong, "Yah! I wasn't ready. Again! Again! And delete that picture!"
"Whatever you say Hyunnie." They smile at the camera, still walking towards the school building. Before they could bump into anyone, Jiyong keeps the cellphone away and grins at him. "Well see now we got your smile back."
He smiles at the other. "You always do that. Thanks hyung!"
"Remember! Keep that smile even until later, ok?" His eyebrows knit in confusion but Jiyong is already walking away, or rather running towards Seunghyun. "Seunghyun!"
He contemplates whether to follow or not but decides not to and heads to his locker. He doesn't hear Jiyong say "It's time." All he's troubled with are the words Jiyong left him. What did his crazy hyung mean by that? Is something bad about to happen? He hopes not. He almost bangs his head on his locker but stops himself from doing so. It's not appropriate for him to do that especially with a lot of students walking around. He sighs, getting his things and making his way around the crowd towards his classroom.
He is in deep thought about him and smiling and later that the things on his desk goes by unnoticed. He places his bag down and rest his chin on his palm, looking outside. His other hand is roaming his desk, as if trying to find something to hold. When it does, he turns his head to look at the object. It's a paper airplane. It takes time before he actually remembers about him and airplanes and Junhyung. He lets go of the paper airplane and notices something underneath it. He takes the object and blinks in surprise as he is faces with a sticky note pad with the design of a deer with large doe eyes. It screams cuteness that a person can't even handle. He gets into a staring contest with the "deer".
After some time, he looks away from the sticky note pad and turns to the airplane. He doesn't understand why he feels excited to know what's written inside. Probably because Junhyung likes being a bit poetic. Said person could probably compose a song, sell it to an entertainment company and gain lots of money. Or is eh already doing that? Now he feels all the more curious about Junhyung. He shakes his head and takes the paper airplane in his hands, unfolding it carefully.
We match so well to a point that you might get jealous.
You want me too, I know it all. Without hesitation, tell me.
Okay that's just a bit too conceited now. But he can't help the heat rising to his cheeks at the straightforwardness. He has to admit, he's a bit dense sometimes so when someone is so straightforward, there's just something about it to him. There's a different impact than going around the bushes and making him even more confused. Going back to Junhyung and the letter, he resists the urge to let gravity have its way with his head and let it fall on his desk with a loud bang. In his head, he's torn between flailing around and blabbing about wishful courters. What is it with Junhyung and making him feel weird?
He decides to push those thoughts away first. He folds the paper neatly and puts it in his bag. The sticky note pad remains on his desk. He thinks it might be helpful later on. He tends to forget assignments and the like so he'll write them later there and stick it to somewhere in the house he looks at a lot. The ceiling? The window? The mirror? Or maybe his bedside table? That would do. And his teacher arrives just in time. He thinks that if he does anymore waiting, he might eventually think about Junhyung again which of course is a big no. So he focuses on the lessons at hand, diligently taking notes and listening to the lecture. He's not a lazy student, really. He likes learning. Most of the time, he listens attentively. It's just that sometimes he gets bored and his mind would wander off. But not today. He will definitely focus today.
And time passes by quickly. Soon, it's time for lunch. He gathers his things and joins the crowd towards the cafeteria. There he sees Youngbae already sitting down. He walks up to their table and places his bag down. But then he remembers the privy hands and decides to hold onto his bag. Even if Youngbae isn't likely to go through his things, he has to be careful. These people are ninja! Crazy ninjas, really. He sits down, smiling at Youngbae who smiles back unknowing of his thoughts.
"Hyung, not going to buy food yet?"
"I'll go buy with Ji later. You?"
"Hmm...I'll go buy now while the line is still a bit short." He stands up but backtracks. He looks seriously at Youngbae. "Hyung, take care of my bag. I entrust you with it."
He places it beside the other and heads off to buy his food. While in line, he keeps looking back and forth between the food and their table. It seems safe and he's getting tired of turning his head so he merely waits, looking at the food being served. Somehow, the wait seems longer than should be. Maybe today people are slower. Maybe it's because of the tipped cosmic balance since earlier. He gasps inwardly. Don't let it be that way. How would everybody live like this? Everything will be a mess, nothing would be like they used to. Come to think of it, wouldn't that be fun? Trying something new. Yes, it does sound like a lot of fun to him.
And it's his turn. He gets his share and pays. Turning around, he makes his way through the thickening mass of students. He does his best not to spill his food from all the shoving and the shoulder-hitting. Once at their table, he does a victory dance in his mind. But everyone is huddled up and he's got a bad feeling about it. They all turn around and lo and behold, Junhyung is with them. He would now like to have an award for being able to hold on to his tray of food even after being surprised like this. He takes deep, calming breaths and places his food down, sitting on his place and taking his bag from Youngbae's outstretched hand.
He remains indifferent to everything and pretends that he's all alone at the table without six eyes boring into his soul. He begins to eat his food and still people are looking at him. He tries to continue on but they just wouldn't be deterred. He turns to them and glares. "I'm trying to eat here."
"We know." Seunghyun shrugs.
"Care to tell me why you're all staring at me then?"
"No. No. Continue eating."
"Well, actually, I'm wondering why you're still not reacting about Junhyung...hyung being here."
"Because, Seungri, I do not care. Now let me eat in peace."
"Oh there won't be any such peace, Hyunnie. Because today, at this very moment, we shall interrogate Yong Junhyung! Who has so kindly agreed to it."
There is seriously something wrong with Junhyung's brain. Agreeing to be interrogated by Jiyong? Not to mention Seunghyung, Youngbae, Seungri and Daesung too? No doubt about it. Junhyung probably hit his head hard as a baby. You don't go prancing willingly into a carnivore's lair. Not unless you wanted to die and from what he can tell, Junhyung has yet to have plans on it. He stares, unabashedly stares, at Junhyung with the most incredulous face he could muster.
"Are you on drugs by any chance? Or have you hit your head on something extremely hard that it broke?"
"No. I just thought that it would be best if I get an approval from your friends. And since they already asked me to come to their table, which by the way is not a subtle way to tell a person you're going to scare them half to death for courting your friend, I thought it's better to get this done with already." Junhyung shrugs with a smirk directed at him. He has to admit, he'll give the other props for being that brave. Everyone knows protective friends are the next scariest thing to protective parents, if not sometimes scarier.
"Suit yourself. I'd say good luck, but you know I don't like you."
"I think that's your way of saying good luck so thanks. Go ahead and finish eating your food." Junhyung turns to look back at his friends who have been watching their exchange. He stares at Junhyung for awhile longer before going back to his food. From the corner of his eye, he could see them straightening up and trying to look all serious. And they do actually look serious and scary even. He begins to eat his food again but half of his attention is on the group beside him.
"Name."
"Yong Junhyung."
"Nuh-uh. Real name."
"...Yong Jaesoon." Cue laughter. The loudest one is from you know who. He chokes silently on his food. But quickly recovers before any of them could notice. He takes a glance at Junhyung who is staring at him. His eyes widen at being caught and he quickly looks back to his food. He doesn't find it funny. He actually likes it. There's a small smile on his face as he eats his food. Yong Jaesoon. Yong Jaesoon. Yong Jaesoon. Yong Hyunseung. He stops everything. No he did not just do that. He did not. He did not. But he did. Someone just punch him right now. But it slipped so easily, so freely. Does he like Junhyung like that? Has it escalated to that level? Oh God no. He buries himself in food.
"Status."
"Taken."
"Taken?!" Cue extremely loud shout.
"What the fuck? You are not-"
"Taken by Jang Hyunseung."
"-smooth."
"I'll use that as a pick-up line."
"Shut up, Ri. We're interrogating here." Cue multiple slaps from abusive hyungs to the dongsaeng.
"Ehem. Past girlfriends? Boyfriends?"
"Or any other sexual and-or emotional relationships?"
"None."
"What the heck? Then how are you-?" Cue slaps.
"How can we trust you?"
"You can ask everyone I've ever been in contact with."
"We'll hold you up to that."
"Where did you first meet Hyun?" If he had dog ears, they would have perked up excitedly. Since he is human and is not in any way a dog, his face lighten up. He tries to act nonchalant and continues to eat his food, but his full attention is actually at their conversation.
"When we were kids."
"Good eno-"
"No. Not good enough. How did you meet then?"
"Yang Yoseob is a family friend. When I went by his house, Hyunseung was there."
"And don't tell me you've liked him since."
"I liked him because I could see we had a lot in common. I didn't think back then I would like him like I do now. Although, even back then I think he's beautiful."
"He's my friend but I did not want to hear that, hyung." Cue smacks on Seungri's head.
"Sweet."
"Back to the interrogation!"
"You've been described as a stalker. Have you been stalking our Hyunnie?"
"If by stalking you mean following him persistently due to obsession and-or derangement, then no. No I haven't."
"Then what do you call what's you're doing."
"I am merely observing. And learning from those observations."
"Isn't that stalking?"
"No. Stalking is, again, due to obsession or derangement. I am not deranged nor am I obsessed. I am only in love." Cue puking sound. Cue multiple slaps. Cue him choking on his food without restraint. He doesn't even dare look at Junhyung. His face is probably as red as a ripe tomato. Someone save him right now.
"Okay. Ehem."
"Have you even for one second thought about cheating or courting another person?"
"No."
"Plans after becoming Hyun's boyfriend?"
"I don't want to have a lot of changes. I like staying the way we are." The way they are? How are they anyway? Always bickering?
"Will you hurt Hyunnie?"
"I would never want to be the one to cause him pain. If I do so unintentionally, then I will do everything to make it up to him." Junhyung really knows how to make him blush. And he couldn't even hide because he's finished all his food.
"Ok. Ok. Last question before we give the speech."
"Why do you like Hyun?"
"Because he's himself."
"...ok."
"Now we may proceed to the most awaited speech. Jiyong, do the honors."
"With pleasure, Seunghyun. Yong Junhyung, if you hurt our Jang Hyunseung, you will wake up with all your innards decorating your room and your dick cut off and burned. Not only that we will make sure you experience the highest, most gruesome torture ever known to man."
"I understand."
A moment of silence. He takes a peek and everyone is looking at Junhyung and Junhyung is looking at everyone. There seems to be some communication going on that he's not in. And then all of a sudden they all smile and he's just there staring confusedly at them. They look at him and his supposed friends give him a thumbs up. Junhyung is smirking at him.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you Junhyung-ssi." Jiyong makes a very serious face.
"I know Jiyong-ssi." And Junhyung matches it. And there it is again, that communication he doesn't quite get. It makes him frustrated like he's being sold to Junhyung or something. Oh he hopes he isn't. But then somehow it seems he is. What wonderful friends he has. Note very strong sarcasm.
"Life must hate me a lot." He stands up, grabs his bag and leaves them behind to go to his classroom. For the rest of the day, he pushes down all thoughts of Junhyung and his friends the moment they start to pop up in his mind because they're extremely irritating and distracting. He must not be overpowered by such trivial things. There are more important matters at hand, like their project and their papers. He's good at keeping thoughts at bay for the sake of learning and so the afternoon goes by with a normal, lazy air.
So maybe he hasn't exactly exhibited that skill a lot but he'll have you know that he is actually, most honestly, an expert at that. It's just that Junhyung is persistent and everything is just new and weird for him. Now, he's getting used to it. And so, he would like to proudly say, he has survived. He packs his things, the note pad filled with writings. He takes a second glance at it before shoving it inside his bag with his other things. A shadow looms over him and he looks up once he finishes zipping his bag. Junhyung is looking down at him with a ghost of a smile. He glares.
"I'm still angry with you."
"I can see that."
"Don't sit beside me."
"Can't do that."
"I'm telling Jiyong-hyung."
"I don't think this counts as hurting you."
"...fuck you."
"I'd be glad to." Junhyung smirks at him and he slaps his face.
"Thanks a lot Junhyung. God the mental image. And don't you even dare comment anymore about it." He points a warning finger at Junhyung whose hands go up in the air. He slings his bag to his back and walks out of the classroom and out of the school with Junhyung following him close behind. He doesn't even know how this isn't considered stalking. There is an injustice going on here. Junhyung keeps silent even when they're in the bus. But he just couldn't take it all silently.
"I thought I told you not to sit beside me?"
"And you think I would really agree to that?"
"Yes. Aren't you supposed to do things to make me happy? This? This is not making me happy."
"On the contrary, I think your safety overlaps your happiness at these kinds of times. And knowing you, you could be molested and stolen from easily."
"I am not that easy." Junhyung raises an eyebrow at him. "Okay. Maybe slightly."
"I'm here to watch over you."
"Can't you watch over there? Way, way back there?"
"How am I supposed to beat the crap out of the offender if I'm not near you. And prevention is better than cure."
"...just stay as far away from me as this seat allows."
"Of course, Seung-ah."
"Stop calling me that!" He crosses his arms and looks out the window,ending their conversation there. How can Junhyung answer that he likes them to stay this way? This way? This bickering way? This person has got some serious mental problems. But he thinks about it, thinks about how they could be any other way. And he couldn't. It couldn't be. It's just their thing. They have to be this awkward, bickering, silent pair and no other. He couldn't picture them being sweet most of the time. He couldn't picture them being lovely most of the time. It's just not them. This. This is them.
But what is them? Is there even a them? He hits his head on the window lightly. Why is he even thinking about this? He mentally stabs himself to death. Junhyung. Junhyung really is something. This person beside him has made him think about a lot of things and do a lot of different things as well. And yes, deep down, it feels great. Going out of the norm and your routine, it's always been a things of his. And looks like, Junhyung's too. Maybe they do have lot more in common than he admits.
He's finding out a lot of things because of Junhyung. He looks at said person from the corner of his eye. It's nice. This feeling is nice, experiencing different things. Maybe Junhyung isn't so bad to be around with. If not for his kissing habit. Without really properly thinking, he punches Junhyung. Said person looks incredulously at him.
"I didn't even do anything!"
"It's still for that kiss earlier. I will punch you every time I remember it."
"That's not fair."
"When is anything ever fair?"
"Touche."
He looks out the window again just in time to notice that they're at the stop. He pokes Junhyung who is already standing up and he follows suit. When they get down from the bus, he immediately walks towards his house. Junhyung falls into step beside him and begins a conversation.
"Well, I have the approval of your friends."
"Your point is?"
"Nothing really." He turns to look at Junhyung with a raised brow but he is only given a smirk.
"If you're just trying to make small talk, it's not really working."
"But it is."
"How so?"
"You're answering me aren't you?"
"..."
Junhyung takes hold of his hand and as per usual, he tries to tug it free. Still, it seems like he'll never be able to get his hand free once Junhyung's gotten a hold of it. Will it be the same with his heart? If ever Junhyung really does accomplish making him fall in love? Or even just liking him as more than a friend? Will he not be able to take his heart back as his?
Arriving at the porch once again, he readies himself. He shall not be distracted by anymore questions or the color of the sky. He looks at Junhyung squarely in the face as if challenging him to do something. Junhyung suddenly tugs at his hand and, caught in surprise, he staggers forward. Junhyung's other hand grabs his chin and his face is turned upward. The lightest touch of their lips and then gone. He can't even tell you that they did kiss without doubting himself. It's too fast, too soft, too light just like the wind. His hand flies up to his lips and he glares at Junhyung who, by all gloating means, is grinning at him.
Three punches and a slap to the arm. He wants to wring the other's neck right now but he doesn't think his parents will appreciate him murdering someone at their front steps. He settles for glaring and trying to kill Junhyung with his mind so that authorities would have no clues whatsoever. God why is he so easy? He couldn't help but release a frustrated sigh and stomp on the floor while the person in front of him merely chuckles in his demise. If murdering isn't illegal and will not sentence him to life imprisonment or death sentence then he would more than willingly kill Junhyung right now.
"I'll be going now, Seung-ah."
"Never come back."
"You know, I like holding your hand. When I'm not holding it, my hand feels empty. But I know I'll be able to hold it again so I don't have to worry about letting go."
"What?"
But Junhyung doesn't answer him and simply walks away, waving his hand in goodbye as if trying to act cool when he's not. He's not really. Because Hyunseung knows cool and Junhyung is definitely not cool like that. He's cool in a Junhyung sort of way. God what is he thinking now? He heads inside his house and does his usual routine of doing homework, eating dinner, getting teased by his parents and preparing himself to bed.
Once he is lying down on his bed, free from all the troubles of homework and mothers. He thinks about Junhyung's words. And he can't help but connect it to what he was thinking earlier on. Well then, Junhyung won't really take all of his heart and keep it just like when they're holding hands. It's true that Junhyung doesn't hold his every time he can because he could while they're on the bus but he doesn't. He could while they're waiting or walking out of school but he doesn't. It's nice to know that. It's nice to know that Junhyung is still giving him his space. Anyone would be lucky to have Junhyung love them. And then his inner voice decides to nag about Junhyung being in love with him and him being lucky, if that's the case.
He would like to very much argue and disagree but he's driven at a corner because it's his own words against him. He sighs and lays on his stomach, burying his face on his pillow. Every time Junhyung is involved, he always loses to his brain because somehow he says the wrong things and those words end up being used against him. He needs to see a psychiatrist soon or he'll end up going crazy. He sighs again and turns his head to the side just as his phone lights up and vibrates. He doesn't need to look to know that it's from Junhyung. He's sort of anxious what the message is.
He reaches out to his cellphone and clicks the open button. He doesn't see what's typed there because he's closing his eyes. Why is he acting like this? It's just a message. So he wills himself to open his eyes and with enough willpower they do open. He blinks for a few moments, trying to focus his sight and when he does he is rewarded with a cheesy line once again and his face turns red. There's a tingle on his lips and he feels like Junhyung's lips are lightly brushing his again. Despite his supposed hatred for the kiss, he sleeps well tonight. Because somehow, he knows Junhyung is good. And that Junhyung is doing everything to make him like the other. And somehow, maybe he is.
From: My Stalker
Good night Seung-ah.
Sweet dreams.
I know you'll be dreaming of me kissing you.
Kkkk.
I wish I could stop time.
I would stop it when our lips met.
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Note: Here's a little hint for the next chapter! Meet the parents! Whose parents though? Have a lucky guess!
This story is near its end. Is everyone excited? Until next chapter everyone! :D