one-shot。trustworthy。
trustworthy。| hyunjoong/kyujong, (hinted jungmin/youngsaeng.)。| pg-13
kyujong realizes how important it is to have a leader when he's almost gone。
三1,020 words。
the news of hyunjoong's new management hits kyujong and all the other members like a brick. hyunjoong's not there when the management tells them of the change. of course he knows that their contracts were almost over, and of course he knew that everything might change. but he's always, somewhere in that naive little mind of his, believed that they would always be together as one group. isn't that what they always promised? they were going to be like the next shinhwa and be a group even after the military.
so, he tries not to let it shock him too much, but he's boring holes into the carpet and holding the mug in his hands so tightly that it might shatter. "you okay?" youngsaeng nudges him in the arm, and he almost wants to laugh, because youngsaeng's eyes are filled with tears.
"i'm fine," he says, and he realizes a few seconds too late how accented his words are. the members shrug off the doom and hold themselves together as best they can, even though jungmin is throwing things around in the living room and hyungjoon is on the phone with his brother.
kyujong's still sitting there at the table, holding his mug of blackberry tea, listening to youngsaeng sing louder while he fixes his appearance in the bathroom mirror, while hyungjoon asks his brother "how is your japanese?" and "are you getting enough sleep?" jungmin has stopped throwing stuff and kyujong watched him in a daze as he joins youngsaeng in the bathroom. he can only imagine what they might be doing in there. there's only so much you can do when you're two boys in a cramped bathroom with the door locked, after all.
kibum hangs up the phone after hyungjoon advises him to use protection when he has sex with kevin, so he sighs a little and slumps next to kyujong on the table. "what is going to happen?" he asks just what everyone is wondering.
"nothing," kyujong says, still speaking in that accent. "we're going to be just fine." after all, they're double s, five-oh-one.
kyujong's awake when hyunjoong sneaks into his bedroom in the middle of the night. the door opens with a soft click and the floorboards creak under his weight. a warm body slides smoothly under the covers, breath ghosting against his neck for a moment. he shifts slightly, and all movement's stop like he paralyzed time.
he presses his face into the soft fur of his large teddy bear, his best sleeping partner; the kind that never leaves. he tries to ignore the other person in his bed as the movements start up again and he can almost fall asleep again, until someone grabs his teddy bear and chucks it onto the floor.
he opens his mouth to protest, but hyunjoong slides his arms around him and pushes them both forward until he's not in danger of falling off the bed anymore. a body warms him against cold sheets and breath wisps through his hair. he holds his breath, waiting for hyunjoong to fall asleep because he just doesn't want to face him right now.
kyujong is a nice, understanding person. but he doesn't understand why hyunjoong has to leave and he doesn't want too because he knows that hyunjoong has always loved music. he has always loved music more than acting, ever since he was a little boy (not that little, really) and his father took his guitar away from him.
so it's understandable why he can't believe that hyunjoong would just up and leave them all, go after a dream that he'd never shared, a dream that kyujong just wasn't going to follow. but of course, when you're an idol selling your body and your fame away to contracts, you just couldn't be a picky person. kyujong understood.
hyunjoong presses his lips against kyujong's hair and sighs against his neck. "if you're going to pretend to sleep, breathing usually helps."
there is no pretending anymore though, and when he turns around, it is to a shadowed figure in a twin bed and a warm hand inching up to cup his cheek. kyujong covers the hand with his own, straining in the darkness for the large brown eyes that he knows are searching for his.
there's a slight rustle of the sheets as hyunjoong's lips find kyujong's nose instead of his lips. the kiss is wet and sloppy, and he has to gently redirect hyunjoong to his mouth. kissing is still the same, but he doesn't know why he was afraid it would be different. kissing still makes his heart soar and his stomach do flipflops against the fingers that are tracing the line of his pajama pants.
"i'm sorry," hyunjoong murmurs when they break apart, panting, but kyujong is busy trying to understand. he doesn't understand how things can change and yet stay the same. for as much as the contracting changes, his heart and the groups heart is never going to change. how can their leader, how can his lover, leave and yet stay? because for as much as he understands, he doesn't, not this time.
(because really, for as much as he supports, he wants to scream and say that they need him too.)
"trust me," hyunjoong whispers, and kyujong realizes he's been shaking a little and there's the possibility that the wet against his face isn't saliva, but tears. if he could see in the dark, he's sure he would see that earnest stare, those pretty lips slightly parted and those eyes wide.
hyunjoong's always been innocent. it's the way he works, living in his own world. but he's a good friend, a good leader, a good lover. he's never really let any of them down before. he may be the most popular of the entire group, but he's never let it get to his head before. he's always kept his heart within double s five-oh-one.
(and with the whirlwind of the world around them, this notoriously confusing world of korean pop, what can a man do but cling to the one rock he has?)
"okay."
a/n: thank you dimentionally for listening to me and helping me make this better, because without you i would have burned in a fire. i'm sorry if the characters are insanely ooc, i haven't written ss501 in years, but i felt the overwhelming urge to write them this evening. thanks for reading!
kyujong realizes how important it is to have a leader when he's almost gone。
三1,020 words。
the news of hyunjoong's new management hits kyujong and all the other members like a brick. hyunjoong's not there when the management tells them of the change. of course he knows that their contracts were almost over, and of course he knew that everything might change. but he's always, somewhere in that naive little mind of his, believed that they would always be together as one group. isn't that what they always promised? they were going to be like the next shinhwa and be a group even after the military.
so, he tries not to let it shock him too much, but he's boring holes into the carpet and holding the mug in his hands so tightly that it might shatter. "you okay?" youngsaeng nudges him in the arm, and he almost wants to laugh, because youngsaeng's eyes are filled with tears.
"i'm fine," he says, and he realizes a few seconds too late how accented his words are. the members shrug off the doom and hold themselves together as best they can, even though jungmin is throwing things around in the living room and hyungjoon is on the phone with his brother.
kyujong's still sitting there at the table, holding his mug of blackberry tea, listening to youngsaeng sing louder while he fixes his appearance in the bathroom mirror, while hyungjoon asks his brother "how is your japanese?" and "are you getting enough sleep?" jungmin has stopped throwing stuff and kyujong watched him in a daze as he joins youngsaeng in the bathroom. he can only imagine what they might be doing in there. there's only so much you can do when you're two boys in a cramped bathroom with the door locked, after all.
kibum hangs up the phone after hyungjoon advises him to use protection when he has sex with kevin, so he sighs a little and slumps next to kyujong on the table. "what is going to happen?" he asks just what everyone is wondering.
"nothing," kyujong says, still speaking in that accent. "we're going to be just fine." after all, they're double s, five-oh-one.
kyujong's awake when hyunjoong sneaks into his bedroom in the middle of the night. the door opens with a soft click and the floorboards creak under his weight. a warm body slides smoothly under the covers, breath ghosting against his neck for a moment. he shifts slightly, and all movement's stop like he paralyzed time.
he presses his face into the soft fur of his large teddy bear, his best sleeping partner; the kind that never leaves. he tries to ignore the other person in his bed as the movements start up again and he can almost fall asleep again, until someone grabs his teddy bear and chucks it onto the floor.
he opens his mouth to protest, but hyunjoong slides his arms around him and pushes them both forward until he's not in danger of falling off the bed anymore. a body warms him against cold sheets and breath wisps through his hair. he holds his breath, waiting for hyunjoong to fall asleep because he just doesn't want to face him right now.
kyujong is a nice, understanding person. but he doesn't understand why hyunjoong has to leave and he doesn't want too because he knows that hyunjoong has always loved music. he has always loved music more than acting, ever since he was a little boy (not that little, really) and his father took his guitar away from him.
so it's understandable why he can't believe that hyunjoong would just up and leave them all, go after a dream that he'd never shared, a dream that kyujong just wasn't going to follow. but of course, when you're an idol selling your body and your fame away to contracts, you just couldn't be a picky person. kyujong understood.
hyunjoong presses his lips against kyujong's hair and sighs against his neck. "if you're going to pretend to sleep, breathing usually helps."
there is no pretending anymore though, and when he turns around, it is to a shadowed figure in a twin bed and a warm hand inching up to cup his cheek. kyujong covers the hand with his own, straining in the darkness for the large brown eyes that he knows are searching for his.
there's a slight rustle of the sheets as hyunjoong's lips find kyujong's nose instead of his lips. the kiss is wet and sloppy, and he has to gently redirect hyunjoong to his mouth. kissing is still the same, but he doesn't know why he was afraid it would be different. kissing still makes his heart soar and his stomach do flipflops against the fingers that are tracing the line of his pajama pants.
"i'm sorry," hyunjoong murmurs when they break apart, panting, but kyujong is busy trying to understand. he doesn't understand how things can change and yet stay the same. for as much as the contracting changes, his heart and the groups heart is never going to change. how can their leader, how can his lover, leave and yet stay? because for as much as he understands, he doesn't, not this time.
(because really, for as much as he supports, he wants to scream and say that they need him too.)
"trust me," hyunjoong whispers, and kyujong realizes he's been shaking a little and there's the possibility that the wet against his face isn't saliva, but tears. if he could see in the dark, he's sure he would see that earnest stare, those pretty lips slightly parted and those eyes wide.
hyunjoong's always been innocent. it's the way he works, living in his own world. but he's a good friend, a good leader, a good lover. he's never really let any of them down before. he may be the most popular of the entire group, but he's never let it get to his head before. he's always kept his heart within double s five-oh-one.
(and with the whirlwind of the world around them, this notoriously confusing world of korean pop, what can a man do but cling to the one rock he has?)
"okay."
a/n: thank you dimentionally for listening to me and helping me make this better, because without you i would have burned in a fire. i'm sorry if the characters are insanely ooc, i haven't written ss501 in years, but i felt the overwhelming urge to write them this evening. thanks for reading!