Retreat
Disclaimer: Not mine. Hope that's clear enough.
Writer's Note: This came to me last night after three different conversations based in the sapphireblue_rp, in which I play Junsu. And no, the conversations are not public. They are on my compter (somewhere), however. It was fun.
Dinner with Yoochun had been nice, and Junsu followed his friend and group mate up the stairs to the door of their shared apartment. He hesitated, suddenly unwilling to go in and face everyone, and then turned to Yoochun. “I’m going up on the roof for a while,” he said easily, lightly. “Let them know I’m back?”
Yoochun nodded. “You okay?”
“Yes. Just want to look at what stars I can find.”
“Okay. Let me know when you get in.”
“I will.”
Junsu headed back toward the stairs and started up, needing some measure of peace and quiet.
Today had been… strange. For some reason, he’d felt utterly… well, picked on (and if that didn’t enforce ChangMin’s argument, nothing would). ChangMin’s throwaway comment (“It’s not the dessert, it’s the company”) had thrown him completely off center for some reason. Yoochun’s Jekyll and Hyde thing later hadn’t helped, and left him feeling… vulnerable. Tentative, too, a word that few (if any) would use to describe him. And then HyukJae had just….
Well, to be honest, Junsu mused as he opened the door to the roof, that might have been a bad choice on his part. The members of SJ-M had come home, and of course HyukJae had wanted to spend time with them (and find out just how much trouble DongHae was in, for not going this time).
Junsu had the distinct feeling he’d come up here to hide, lick his metaphorical wounds (he’d felt oddly like a punching bag), and repair defenses.
He didn’t think he had defenses. Not against those three. Didn’t need them. Hadn’t needed them.
Junsu sank down in the darkest corner of the roof and looked up. A few visible stars winked back at him out of the clear sky, and he sighed, closing his eyes, feeling very alone.
One thing he could count on, though: tomorrow, things - he - would be back to whatever constituted normal in his life. This would pass and be forgotten.
He clung to that thought with all his strength.
Half an hour later, he went back downstairs, mask firmly in place, and ten minutes after that, excused himself and went to bed.
Yeah. I don't know. And it really needs a title. Never mind. found one.
Writer's Note: This came to me last night after three different conversations based in the sapphireblue_rp, in which I play Junsu. And no, the conversations are not public. They are on my compter (somewhere), however. It was fun.
Dinner with Yoochun had been nice, and Junsu followed his friend and group mate up the stairs to the door of their shared apartment. He hesitated, suddenly unwilling to go in and face everyone, and then turned to Yoochun. “I’m going up on the roof for a while,” he said easily, lightly. “Let them know I’m back?”
Yoochun nodded. “You okay?”
“Yes. Just want to look at what stars I can find.”
“Okay. Let me know when you get in.”
“I will.”
Junsu headed back toward the stairs and started up, needing some measure of peace and quiet.
Today had been… strange. For some reason, he’d felt utterly… well, picked on (and if that didn’t enforce ChangMin’s argument, nothing would). ChangMin’s throwaway comment (“It’s not the dessert, it’s the company”) had thrown him completely off center for some reason. Yoochun’s Jekyll and Hyde thing later hadn’t helped, and left him feeling… vulnerable. Tentative, too, a word that few (if any) would use to describe him. And then HyukJae had just….
Well, to be honest, Junsu mused as he opened the door to the roof, that might have been a bad choice on his part. The members of SJ-M had come home, and of course HyukJae had wanted to spend time with them (and find out just how much trouble DongHae was in, for not going this time).
Junsu had the distinct feeling he’d come up here to hide, lick his metaphorical wounds (he’d felt oddly like a punching bag), and repair defenses.
He didn’t think he had defenses. Not against those three. Didn’t need them. Hadn’t needed them.
Junsu sank down in the darkest corner of the roof and looked up. A few visible stars winked back at him out of the clear sky, and he sighed, closing his eyes, feeling very alone.
One thing he could count on, though: tomorrow, things - he - would be back to whatever constituted normal in his life. This would pass and be forgotten.
He clung to that thought with all his strength.
Half an hour later, he went back downstairs, mask firmly in place, and ten minutes after that, excused himself and went to bed.
Yeah. I don't know. And it really needs a title. Never mind. found one.