Chaotic
chaotic
Myungsoo is always the one to notice things first, he notices how one of the fluorescent lamps in the practice room is missing, how Sungjong confuses his toothbrush with Woohyun’s, and how one of the windows in the living room, for some reason, can’t be closed fully.
Myungsoo is always the one to notice things first, but Myungsoo is also a human. So, when he spots a coke stain on the couch, but is too tired after the three hour long dance practice, he just goes to sleep. Just to be woken up by the enraged Sunggyu who barges into their room the next morning, yelling some nonsense, as Myungsoo thinks sitting up groggily, rubbing his face. Myungsoo is sleepy and sorry, because he’s just admitted he saw the stain the other day, and, sorry, I should have said earlier.
Sungyeol pulls another prank and Myungsoo is laughing his ass off seeing Woohyun drenched from head to toe, and Myungsoo’s eyes tear and his stomach hurts; but it’s funny, really, ant others are laughing too, and it’s all good until he says he’s been wondering why the bucket was gone. The laughter dies a little and Myungsoo feels the weight of few glares, and hunches, just a little.
The next comeback is near and they’re all tired and irritated, and the loss of one of the flowerpots in the kitchen doesn’t help, and Myungsoo argues with everyone, almost, and is entirely exhausted.
Myungsoo doesn’t feel okay, not at all, but he puts on a strong front and continues being the usual Myungsoo, the observant one. The numbness in his body and sticky eyelids make it harder, and everyone is pissed at him, Sunggyu, Woohyun, and even Sungjong and Sungyeol, or so he thinks. The fact that Dongwoo is still, well, Dongwoo, and that Howon is nice all the time gets on Myungsoo’s nerves this time. And this all is seriously dumb, and nothing helps, not even the vitamin water and an orange someone left stupidly on his nightstand.
Strange things are happening, and the boy is not quite sure if those things become too difficult for him to notice, or if he is just too observant this time. He tries to talk about it to Sungyeol, how the set of black covers disappeared and how he can’t predict what will happen recently, but the older just shrugs it off, saying that maybe Myungsoo is like this woman in that movie, when her husband tried to make her believe she was crazy by putting stuff not in the right places and, yeah, you’re the one that’s supposed to notice it, right?
Myungsoo is always the one to notice things first, but most importantly, he’s the one expected to notice things first.
Myungsoo finishes his individual schedule and hurries back to the dorm, his breathing discontinuous and face wet from sweat, and he knows he’ll be scolded if he gets sick, because he should have know it would end like this, now shouldn’t he?
As soon as the door slam closed behind him, Myungsoo crumples down to the floor, not knowing what is going on, but he’s giddy - like before a performance, but he doesn’t like it this time. Thoughts flood his brain, various ones, and what is it, a soft, single sob echoes in the empty flat. And Myungsoo guesses he’s being pathetic, and wipes furiously at his moist eyes, but guesses also that even he isn’t able to manage the requirements, not all the time.
“Fuck,” rolls gently from his tongue as a bright green stain on the floor catches his attention. Despite the thoughts of being paranoid, hypocritical and bipolar, Myungsoo pulls himself together and stands up. There’s only confusion when he goes along the traces of the little splashes on the floor, which lead him, surprisingly, to his bedroom.
His hand presses the doorknob without hesitance, because he knows he’s the one who has to check what in the blue Jesus that is.
The door fling open abruptly, and Myungsoo jumps back startled, and shrieks a Jesus Christ and some curses, because there’s a freaking Darth Vader in front of him.
With his heart all fluttery and squeezed brain, Myungsoo manages to voice out “What the hell?” as his previous tiny despair is pushed brutally to the back of his mind.
“Oh, crap, Myungsoo… You’ve finished already?”
The rustling of the black plastic bag taped to the hole that was cut out in the flowerpot is loud, but Myungsoo still recognizes Dongwoo. A very embarrassed Dongwoo, in fact.
“I thought it was going to take you longer…” the rapper continues and takes the so-called helmet off, then throws in on the bed.
Myungsoo’s pretty sure his eyeballs are going to pop out in a while, though he can’t do much about it.
“What is… this, hyung?”
“I always wanted to cosplay,” Dongwoo explains casually, fixing the cape made of the black covers and gripping the fluorescent lamp filled with the liquid from green lightsticks in his right hand. “Figured it would be awkward to tell you.”
“It would,” Myungsoo agrees, eyeing him all the time, because, hell, it’s probably the strangest and the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life. “And I thought I was crazy.”
“Sorry,” Dongwoo laughs shortly, shuffling on his feet and scratching his calf with the homemade lightsaber. “I left you pink water and an orange as a reward though.”
“You did?” Myungsoo mumbles, his eyes now fixed to the floor as it hits him, hard, and he doesn’t know how long he’s going to bear it all anymore.
“Yeah. I didn’t want you to notice.”
All hells break loose and the next thing he knows, Myungsoo is fisting tightly Dongwoo’s cape in between his palms, his lips trembling slightly against the older’s neck.
A constant stream of thank yous escapes Myungsoo’s mouth when Dongwoo chuckles and wraps his arms around visual’s waist, bringing him closer, then shifts a little. Myungsoo now feels Dongwoo’s lips brushing over his, and Dongwoo’s breathy may the force be with you mixes with his own breath, and even though the lamp is digging into Myungsoo’s shoulder blade, he can’t tell he doesn’t like it.
A/N I DONT KNOW. i wrote it yesterday about 3am, i don't know, honestly XD. it's my first time posting something to livejournal/community, i have no idea if i'm doing it right O___O so, um, yeah, enjoy?
and Dongwoo is love, just so we know ♥