the ongoing yongseo/jongseo challenge
drabbling for (with!) tokyospine. oh boy this did not go the way I wanted it to -_-;;
WE ARE FOREVER, ME AND YOU
"How about--a key change here?"
"After the pause? Like--"
Jonghyun nods, counting with his head. One, two, three, Yonghwa joins in. Each looking straight at the other, forehead lining with simultaneous worry and delight. Especially Jonghyun. He revels in it. Seohyun wonders if it's true what they say about him, that if he'd be able to make do on a deserted island so long as he had his guitar. Or was it a gross oversimplification?
"Jonghyun's a simple person," Yonghwa says when she asks. He's in the middle of wrestling off a shrimp tail with his teeth. Seohyun reaches over to hold it in place as he bites it off. A sliver of drool rolls down his chin, and he tries valiantly to slurp it back up.
"Ew," Seohyun says. "Use a napkin!"
Yonghwa grins, revealing a mouthful of orange. "This is how a man eats."
"Minhyuk wouldn't eat this way."
Yonghwa looks about to argue, but decides against it. It's true; Minhyuk wouldn't. "Jonghyun would," he says instead. "When something's good, he goes all out for it."
"Even if there are girls around watching?"
Yonghwa thinks about it. "He's not the type to worry about that kind of thing. Jonghyun's not soft and sensitive like Minhyuk. Not saying anything bad about Minhyuk, but--" he pauses again, choosing his words. "Jonghyun's a good guy. Honest and kind of careless sometimes, but if you're important to him he makes sure you know it."
"I see," Seohyun says.
Yonghwa blinks, as though coming out of a reverie. "How'd I get to talking about Jonghyunnie?"
Seohyun doesn't have an answer to that.
Some days she thinks she's a little jealous. This is all so new to her, really, even the jealousy part. She's felt it before, as a child, when deprived of something that she felt deeply belonged to her, but the books have always said to be forgiving and let go of petty habits. So she let them go. She thought of silver linings and the things she had to be grateful for. Her eight sisters, their wild, miraculous success together; her health, her youth, the things that would not last, that she had to cherish and sustain for as long as possible; and this chance at living a little more fully, at forming a friendship with a strange, unlikely man, maybe at love. Just the thought frightened her. "You should read more about love," he'd said at their first meeting. Would reading be enough?
But this is different. Watching them together, him and Jonghyun, she feels a pinch in her chest. It's not enough to hinder breathing, of course, but uncomfortable nonetheless.
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ok let's just call it a C.N.Blue free-for-all
"The next time they ask me, 'Who do you dislike the most?' I'm naming you," Jonghyun says, rubbing his chest.
"They're not going to ask you that," Yonghwa says.
"You like it," Jungshin says.
"Oh, it hurts," Jonghyun says. "My chest."
It doesn't hurt.
WE ARE FOREVER, ME AND YOU
"How about--a key change here?"
"After the pause? Like--"
Jonghyun nods, counting with his head. One, two, three, Yonghwa joins in. Each looking straight at the other, forehead lining with simultaneous worry and delight. Especially Jonghyun. He revels in it. Seohyun wonders if it's true what they say about him, that if he'd be able to make do on a deserted island so long as he had his guitar. Or was it a gross oversimplification?
"Jonghyun's a simple person," Yonghwa says when she asks. He's in the middle of wrestling off a shrimp tail with his teeth. Seohyun reaches over to hold it in place as he bites it off. A sliver of drool rolls down his chin, and he tries valiantly to slurp it back up.
"Ew," Seohyun says. "Use a napkin!"
Yonghwa grins, revealing a mouthful of orange. "This is how a man eats."
"Minhyuk wouldn't eat this way."
Yonghwa looks about to argue, but decides against it. It's true; Minhyuk wouldn't. "Jonghyun would," he says instead. "When something's good, he goes all out for it."
"Even if there are girls around watching?"
Yonghwa thinks about it. "He's not the type to worry about that kind of thing. Jonghyun's not soft and sensitive like Minhyuk. Not saying anything bad about Minhyuk, but--" he pauses again, choosing his words. "Jonghyun's a good guy. Honest and kind of careless sometimes, but if you're important to him he makes sure you know it."
"I see," Seohyun says.
Yonghwa blinks, as though coming out of a reverie. "How'd I get to talking about Jonghyunnie?"
Seohyun doesn't have an answer to that.
Some days she thinks she's a little jealous. This is all so new to her, really, even the jealousy part. She's felt it before, as a child, when deprived of something that she felt deeply belonged to her, but the books have always said to be forgiving and let go of petty habits. So she let them go. She thought of silver linings and the things she had to be grateful for. Her eight sisters, their wild, miraculous success together; her health, her youth, the things that would not last, that she had to cherish and sustain for as long as possible; and this chance at living a little more fully, at forming a friendship with a strange, unlikely man, maybe at love. Just the thought frightened her. "You should read more about love," he'd said at their first meeting. Would reading be enough?
But this is different. Watching them together, him and Jonghyun, she feels a pinch in her chest. It's not enough to hinder breathing, of course, but uncomfortable nonetheless.
----
ok let's just call it a C.N.Blue free-for-all
"The next time they ask me, 'Who do you dislike the most?' I'm naming you," Jonghyun says, rubbing his chest.
"They're not going to ask you that," Yonghwa says.
"You like it," Jungshin says.
"Oh, it hurts," Jonghyun says. "My chest."
It doesn't hurt.