[One Day] Secrets, Part One
[Title] Secrets, Part One
[Rating] PG-13
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the One Day boys.
[Pairings] Jinwoon/Kwon, Khunyoung, Channuneo, Seulong/Jinwoon(?)
[Notes] Jinwoon and Seulong are up to something, and Kwon is determined to find out what. Belated birthday fic for blinkbling24. ♥ It was meant to be a short fic focusing on Jinwoon/Kwon and Seulong/Jinwoon(?) but it spun totally out of control. *sheepish* I hope it makes sense!
It had started innocently enough.
At lunchtime one day, Seulong had approached Jinwoon to whisper something into the younger boy's ear. The squeals that erupted from the girls around them prevented Kwon from catching what exactly the footballer said, no matter how much he strained to listen. Whatever it was, Jinwoon appeared to agree with it, judging by the amused grin flashing across his face.
Then came the secrecy.
According to Taecyeon, Seulong's daily routine now consisted of showering after football practice, and then heading straight for East Quad ("--but that's where Jinwoon stays!" Kwon gasped) with a large bag over his shoulder. When Kwon asked Jinwoon if he knew anything about Seulong's little visits, his boyfriend merely shrugged and shook his head. And then, with his usual inability to read a situation, Jinwoon went on to claim - complete with a disarming smile - to have extra band rehearsals at eight in the evening; top secret rehearsals that no one was privy to, not even Kwon.
Kwon was patient - heaven only knows how patient he's been with all the crazy fangirls Jinwoon had amassed - but he couldn't help fretting all the same, especially after he stumbled on that one fansite with shots of Seulong and Jinwoon in various acts of physical intimacy: arms around each other, hips pressed close. His friends (those unhelpful bastards) were generally unconcerned.
"Khunnie lives in East Quad too," Junsu pointed out.
Nichkhun looked up from his Korean textbook, puzzled. "Seulong? Visit me?"
"You're an idiot," Wooyoung said, when Kwon paced up and down their room agitatedly. "Unlike some people, Seulong's got other friends outside our circle, you know."
"Well," said Junho. Kwon had found him sitting on the bleachers next to the football pitch with a book on the application of quantum physics. "It's all about trust, isn't it?"
"Said it was personal," Chansung said, chest heaving. He turned to wave at Junho as they jogged to the back of the line for another round at the obstacle course. "Wouldn't say anymore."
"You're asking the wrong person," Changmin told him in the frat house kitchen, the fragrant aroma of a freshly baked pecan pie drifting in the air.
"Me?" said Taecyeon, Kwon's final hope for an answer. "Seulong hasn't told me a thing."
So 98 days after the beginning of this whole mess, Kwon was patient. Every day, he had the mandatory fanclub meeting at five, dinner with Jinwoon at six, then spent the rest of the night hanging out with his single friends - he tried to join Nichkhun's study session with Wooyoung once; 'awkward' didn't even begin to describe their agonizingly honeysweet love vibe - while Jinwoon had his (supposed) band practice.
All was well.
It was when Seulong jerked Jinwoon over to a corner after class to whisper something for the hundredth time - their tall, muscular builds matching oh-so-perfectly and Seulong's lips moving oh-so-close to Jinwoon's neck - that Kwon's patience finally ran dry.
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"Why," said Wooyoung, scowling darkly at his reflection, "Are we doing this?"
Beside him, Junho picked at his stockings, only to have his fingers smacked away. "Do we have to wear the panties?" Junho said with an expression of long-suffering torment.
"We have to feel the role to play it," Kwon said petulantly.
"Where'd you even get these things?"
Ignoring the question, Kwon turned back to his compact mirror to dab a little more eyeshadow. His plan was simple: they were to stalk Seulong after football practice to see exactly who he was visiting. Surmising that it would be easier to have partners in this mission, Kwon had roped in Junho and Wooyoung, both of whom happened to have the right height and stature to pull it off.
"Ruin a guy's in-soles one time and you're punished for life," said Junho, resignedly dragging a dark, sickeningly sweet bob-cut wig off the table and onto his head. "How was I supposed to know they weren't waterproof?"
"At least you look cute in your get-up," Wooyoung sniffed, before he whirled on Kwon, the thick blush on his cheeks flaming further in annoyance. "I don't see why we can't just follow Seulong as ourselves anyway!"
"Obviously we're too conspicuous," Kwon said.
"This isn't conspicuous!?" Wooyoung said incredulously, gesturing at his outfit and long, blond extentions.
"Why are you even here, hyung?" Junho asked as he adjusted his wig carefully. "You could've just said no."
"Wooyoung owes me a favour," Kwon said, lips curling in a smirk that looked decidedly frightening in full make-up.
Suddenly, a crackle of static sounded from beneath a pile of clothes on the floor. "Target has left the building. Repeat: target has left the building."
"You got Taecyeon in on this?" Wooyoung said, staring at Kwon in a mixture of awe and horror.
"He thought it'd be fun," Kwon said with a shrug. He shifted the edges of his mini-skirt over his thighs and crouched down daintily - while ignoring his friends' groans of agony in the background - to dig a walkie-talkie out of the pile and switch on the microphone with a flick of his thumb. "Which direction is he headed in?"
"Hang on, lemme check." A beat, then, "Looks like East Quad."
"Yeah," cut in another voice, higher and more excited than the first. "And he's carrying that big bag again."
"Chansung," Junho snapped, recognizing the new voice instantly. "You're supposed to be studying!"
"Try not to get caught, baby!" Chansung said cheerfully, completely unperturbed by the rebuke.
"Thank you," said Kwon into the walkie-talkie. Slowly, he rose up, straightened his plaid vest, and nodded grimly at the other two. "It's time."
"Time to be ridiculed and scorned by the rest of the mankind," Wooyoung muttered, accompanied by Junho's sniggers.
After ensuring that no one was around to witness this humiliating spectacle, they hastily sprinted down the path of North Quad and made a beeline for the East, Wooyoung's fake hair streaming out behind him. Having religiously studied a map of the quad to prevent a human traffic jam during scheduled fanclub visits, Kwon was well-versed with the unused routes in the area. He led them to the back of the buildings and around to the dormitory entrance, where they promptly hid behind a row of bushes near the doors.
Right on cue, Seulong came striding up to the front doors, a gigantic slingbag dangling off his shoulder.
"Isn't this a bit too convenient?" Wooyoung hissed.
"Luck is on my side," said Kwon confidently.
"Luck's a damn pervert," Junho grumbled, pulling at his stockings. "These things itch a storm," he whined, when Kwon swatted his hand away again.
"Hate to interrupt," said Wooyoung in a deadpan voice, "But our target's getting away."
Sure enough, they looked up in time to see the door closing behind the football captain.
"After him!" Kwon shrieked, shoving his companions through the bushes -- and straight into someone's sneakers.
Fabulously fashionable, blue sneakers.
"What the hell," said Junsu, looking down at them with wide eyes.
"You're it," Wooyoung whispered behind Junho's ear. Before Junho could ask what he meant, Wooyoung had whirled round to grab Kwon by the wrist and bolted through the dormitory doors, his heels clattering loudly across the wooden floor. Junho's despairing cry of betrayal echoed behind them, Junsu's explosive laughter following seconds later.
"Was that necessary?" Kwon said, clicking his tongue. "Poor Junho will never hear the end of it."
"Sacrifices must be made," said Wooyoung. Without warning, he screeched to halt - Kwon slamming his nose painfully into the back of his neck - before he ripped open the closest door and pushed Kwon through to the other side.
Nichkhun looked more than a little startled to have Kwon sprawled in an undignified manner across his lap. Carefully, he averted his gaze away from the flash of purple under Kwon's skirt, only to have his eyes land on Wooyoung's disheveled state, the blond wig slanting dangerously off his head. "Um," said Nichkhun, clearing his throat politely to mask his laughter. "Should I ask?"
"Don't," said Wooyoung, hurriedly patting his wig back in place. "Where is this?"
"Student lounge," said Nichkhun, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
"What are you doing!?" Kwon yelled, scrambling out of Nichkhun's lap and tumbling off the couch, white pom-poms attached to his knee-socks bouncing wildly. "We have to find Seulong--"
"He was right there," Wooyoung retorted. "What choice did I have?"
"Right there? What do you mean right there?"
"Out there! Talking to Jinwoon!"
"Talking to-- Ace of Spades should be rehearsing in the student center right now!" Kwon crowed.
Wooyoung dove forward to stop Kwon - heels skittering, skirt flying up, up, up - but it was too late; the footballer had thrown open the lounge doors to step triumphantly out into the hallway.
There followed a brief pause.
"They're gone," said Kwon disappointedly.
"Oh thank god," said Wooyoung.
Behind them, Nichkhun finally gave into the urge and fell off the couch, gasping with laughter. Blushing furiously in mortification, Wooyoung tried to swing a mock punch at his boyfriend, but Kwon grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him away.
"What now!?" Wooyoung demanded, struggling feebly against Kwon's vise-like grip.
"We're going to Jinwoon's room," Kwon said resolutely.
"In this!?" Wooyoung squawked.
"Pretend you're an ardent fan," said Kwon as they ascended the stairs.
"I'm sorry, I don't think you heard me," Wooyoung said, before he dropped his head down, bangs hiding his flaming face; two passing girls had shot them stares of bewilderment. "In this!?"
"Sometimes newbies forget the 'knock three times and wait' policy," Kwon continued, as though his best friend hadn't spoken at all. "So that's exactly what we're going to employ."
"Oh no," said Wooyoung, now kicking his feet about in an attempt to escape, "There is no 'we' in this crazy plan!"
"You're right," said Kwon, stopping. Wooyoung barely had time to register the large nameplate with the words 'Jung Jinwoon' written in fancy, cursive letters hanging on the door, before Kwon turned the doorknob and sent him flailing into the room with a strong push. "I should've said 'you'."
"Augh!" yelped a voice that was unmistakatably Seulong's.
But it wasn't Seulong's presence that caused Kwon's heart to fall and crumble into tiny pieces; it was the sound of something achingly familiar, something hidden but clearly present under Wooyoung's enraged shrieks and Seulong's shouts of disgust: Jinwoon's rich, vibrant laugh.
( Part Two---> )
[Rating] PG-13
[Disclaimer] I don't own any of the One Day boys.
[Pairings] Jinwoon/Kwon, Khunyoung, Channuneo, Seulong/Jinwoon(?)
[Notes] Jinwoon and Seulong are up to something, and Kwon is determined to find out what. Belated birthday fic for blinkbling24. ♥ It was meant to be a short fic focusing on Jinwoon/Kwon and Seulong/Jinwoon(?) but it spun totally out of control. *sheepish* I hope it makes sense!
It had started innocently enough.
At lunchtime one day, Seulong had approached Jinwoon to whisper something into the younger boy's ear. The squeals that erupted from the girls around them prevented Kwon from catching what exactly the footballer said, no matter how much he strained to listen. Whatever it was, Jinwoon appeared to agree with it, judging by the amused grin flashing across his face.
Then came the secrecy.
According to Taecyeon, Seulong's daily routine now consisted of showering after football practice, and then heading straight for East Quad ("--but that's where Jinwoon stays!" Kwon gasped) with a large bag over his shoulder. When Kwon asked Jinwoon if he knew anything about Seulong's little visits, his boyfriend merely shrugged and shook his head. And then, with his usual inability to read a situation, Jinwoon went on to claim - complete with a disarming smile - to have extra band rehearsals at eight in the evening; top secret rehearsals that no one was privy to, not even Kwon.
Kwon was patient - heaven only knows how patient he's been with all the crazy fangirls Jinwoon had amassed - but he couldn't help fretting all the same, especially after he stumbled on that one fansite with shots of Seulong and Jinwoon in various acts of physical intimacy: arms around each other, hips pressed close. His friends (those unhelpful bastards) were generally unconcerned.
"Khunnie lives in East Quad too," Junsu pointed out.
Nichkhun looked up from his Korean textbook, puzzled. "Seulong? Visit me?"
"You're an idiot," Wooyoung said, when Kwon paced up and down their room agitatedly. "Unlike some people, Seulong's got other friends outside our circle, you know."
"Well," said Junho. Kwon had found him sitting on the bleachers next to the football pitch with a book on the application of quantum physics. "It's all about trust, isn't it?"
"Said it was personal," Chansung said, chest heaving. He turned to wave at Junho as they jogged to the back of the line for another round at the obstacle course. "Wouldn't say anymore."
"You're asking the wrong person," Changmin told him in the frat house kitchen, the fragrant aroma of a freshly baked pecan pie drifting in the air.
"Me?" said Taecyeon, Kwon's final hope for an answer. "Seulong hasn't told me a thing."
So 98 days after the beginning of this whole mess, Kwon was patient. Every day, he had the mandatory fanclub meeting at five, dinner with Jinwoon at six, then spent the rest of the night hanging out with his single friends - he tried to join Nichkhun's study session with Wooyoung once; 'awkward' didn't even begin to describe their agonizingly honeysweet love vibe - while Jinwoon had his (supposed) band practice.
All was well.
It was when Seulong jerked Jinwoon over to a corner after class to whisper something for the hundredth time - their tall, muscular builds matching oh-so-perfectly and Seulong's lips moving oh-so-close to Jinwoon's neck - that Kwon's patience finally ran dry.
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"Why," said Wooyoung, scowling darkly at his reflection, "Are we doing this?"
Beside him, Junho picked at his stockings, only to have his fingers smacked away. "Do we have to wear the panties?" Junho said with an expression of long-suffering torment.
"We have to feel the role to play it," Kwon said petulantly.
"Where'd you even get these things?"
Ignoring the question, Kwon turned back to his compact mirror to dab a little more eyeshadow. His plan was simple: they were to stalk Seulong after football practice to see exactly who he was visiting. Surmising that it would be easier to have partners in this mission, Kwon had roped in Junho and Wooyoung, both of whom happened to have the right height and stature to pull it off.
"Ruin a guy's in-soles one time and you're punished for life," said Junho, resignedly dragging a dark, sickeningly sweet bob-cut wig off the table and onto his head. "How was I supposed to know they weren't waterproof?"
"At least you look cute in your get-up," Wooyoung sniffed, before he whirled on Kwon, the thick blush on his cheeks flaming further in annoyance. "I don't see why we can't just follow Seulong as ourselves anyway!"
"Obviously we're too conspicuous," Kwon said.
"This isn't conspicuous!?" Wooyoung said incredulously, gesturing at his outfit and long, blond extentions.
"Why are you even here, hyung?" Junho asked as he adjusted his wig carefully. "You could've just said no."
"Wooyoung owes me a favour," Kwon said, lips curling in a smirk that looked decidedly frightening in full make-up.
Suddenly, a crackle of static sounded from beneath a pile of clothes on the floor. "Target has left the building. Repeat: target has left the building."
"You got Taecyeon in on this?" Wooyoung said, staring at Kwon in a mixture of awe and horror.
"He thought it'd be fun," Kwon said with a shrug. He shifted the edges of his mini-skirt over his thighs and crouched down daintily - while ignoring his friends' groans of agony in the background - to dig a walkie-talkie out of the pile and switch on the microphone with a flick of his thumb. "Which direction is he headed in?"
"Hang on, lemme check." A beat, then, "Looks like East Quad."
"Yeah," cut in another voice, higher and more excited than the first. "And he's carrying that big bag again."
"Chansung," Junho snapped, recognizing the new voice instantly. "You're supposed to be studying!"
"Try not to get caught, baby!" Chansung said cheerfully, completely unperturbed by the rebuke.
"Thank you," said Kwon into the walkie-talkie. Slowly, he rose up, straightened his plaid vest, and nodded grimly at the other two. "It's time."
"Time to be ridiculed and scorned by the rest of the mankind," Wooyoung muttered, accompanied by Junho's sniggers.
After ensuring that no one was around to witness this humiliating spectacle, they hastily sprinted down the path of North Quad and made a beeline for the East, Wooyoung's fake hair streaming out behind him. Having religiously studied a map of the quad to prevent a human traffic jam during scheduled fanclub visits, Kwon was well-versed with the unused routes in the area. He led them to the back of the buildings and around to the dormitory entrance, where they promptly hid behind a row of bushes near the doors.
Right on cue, Seulong came striding up to the front doors, a gigantic slingbag dangling off his shoulder.
"Isn't this a bit too convenient?" Wooyoung hissed.
"Luck is on my side," said Kwon confidently.
"Luck's a damn pervert," Junho grumbled, pulling at his stockings. "These things itch a storm," he whined, when Kwon swatted his hand away again.
"Hate to interrupt," said Wooyoung in a deadpan voice, "But our target's getting away."
Sure enough, they looked up in time to see the door closing behind the football captain.
"After him!" Kwon shrieked, shoving his companions through the bushes -- and straight into someone's sneakers.
Fabulously fashionable, blue sneakers.
"What the hell," said Junsu, looking down at them with wide eyes.
"You're it," Wooyoung whispered behind Junho's ear. Before Junho could ask what he meant, Wooyoung had whirled round to grab Kwon by the wrist and bolted through the dormitory doors, his heels clattering loudly across the wooden floor. Junho's despairing cry of betrayal echoed behind them, Junsu's explosive laughter following seconds later.
"Was that necessary?" Kwon said, clicking his tongue. "Poor Junho will never hear the end of it."
"Sacrifices must be made," said Wooyoung. Without warning, he screeched to halt - Kwon slamming his nose painfully into the back of his neck - before he ripped open the closest door and pushed Kwon through to the other side.
Nichkhun looked more than a little startled to have Kwon sprawled in an undignified manner across his lap. Carefully, he averted his gaze away from the flash of purple under Kwon's skirt, only to have his eyes land on Wooyoung's disheveled state, the blond wig slanting dangerously off his head. "Um," said Nichkhun, clearing his throat politely to mask his laughter. "Should I ask?"
"Don't," said Wooyoung, hurriedly patting his wig back in place. "Where is this?"
"Student lounge," said Nichkhun, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
"What are you doing!?" Kwon yelled, scrambling out of Nichkhun's lap and tumbling off the couch, white pom-poms attached to his knee-socks bouncing wildly. "We have to find Seulong--"
"He was right there," Wooyoung retorted. "What choice did I have?"
"Right there? What do you mean right there?"
"Out there! Talking to Jinwoon!"
"Talking to-- Ace of Spades should be rehearsing in the student center right now!" Kwon crowed.
Wooyoung dove forward to stop Kwon - heels skittering, skirt flying up, up, up - but it was too late; the footballer had thrown open the lounge doors to step triumphantly out into the hallway.
There followed a brief pause.
"They're gone," said Kwon disappointedly.
"Oh thank god," said Wooyoung.
Behind them, Nichkhun finally gave into the urge and fell off the couch, gasping with laughter. Blushing furiously in mortification, Wooyoung tried to swing a mock punch at his boyfriend, but Kwon grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him away.
"What now!?" Wooyoung demanded, struggling feebly against Kwon's vise-like grip.
"We're going to Jinwoon's room," Kwon said resolutely.
"In this!?" Wooyoung squawked.
"Pretend you're an ardent fan," said Kwon as they ascended the stairs.
"I'm sorry, I don't think you heard me," Wooyoung said, before he dropped his head down, bangs hiding his flaming face; two passing girls had shot them stares of bewilderment. "In this!?"
"Sometimes newbies forget the 'knock three times and wait' policy," Kwon continued, as though his best friend hadn't spoken at all. "So that's exactly what we're going to employ."
"Oh no," said Wooyoung, now kicking his feet about in an attempt to escape, "There is no 'we' in this crazy plan!"
"You're right," said Kwon, stopping. Wooyoung barely had time to register the large nameplate with the words 'Jung Jinwoon' written in fancy, cursive letters hanging on the door, before Kwon turned the doorknob and sent him flailing into the room with a strong push. "I should've said 'you'."
"Augh!" yelped a voice that was unmistakatably Seulong's.
But it wasn't Seulong's presence that caused Kwon's heart to fall and crumble into tiny pieces; it was the sound of something achingly familiar, something hidden but clearly present under Wooyoung's enraged shrieks and Seulong's shouts of disgust: Jinwoon's rich, vibrant laugh.
( Part Two---> )