the reason behind his many words
Title: the reason behind his many words
Pairing: None; injoon-centric
Rating: PG
Summary: his personal reasons for snatching the mike so often.
Truthfully, injoon has never been fond of silence, even before it happened. After he reached five years old, he would often be left with his grandmother in her apartment during weekdays. The apartment was brand new, with all the indications of modern design, which injoon had no problem with. It was just - just too quiet. The first few minutes would be acceptable, as his grandmother rocked in the wooden chair which squeaked. but as time dragged further, the creaking of the chair would fade into background noise as he stared out of the window. He would become restless with the silence draping over the room until his grandmother moved to play the grand piano in the middle of the living room.
injoon was ten when it happened. He vaguely understood the term 'divorce', and thought that his parents were out of the ordinary. They didn't have the fights and arguments like his friend gwangchul's parents did. they gave each other the 'cold shoulder', of the term he learned after he grew up. The silence in the house became even more unbearable than at his grandmothers', and injoon would switch on the television and raise the volume to the maximum. He didn't care that he would get reprimanded by his mother, or irritate the neighbours. He needed sound, noise, anything - even the meaningless voices from the daily drama was better than the silence that had become an everyday occurance.
The next few years were spent with his mother, who had won custody of him. He didn't understand why she even wanted to have custody over him - probably for the money his father would have to pay her every month. His mother would then dump him with his grandmother while she left for days, even weeks on end. injoon didn't understand then, but his grandmother - whenever they held eye contact, would have this sympathetic and pitying look in her eyes as she looked at him.
When injoon passed auditions to join open world entertainment, he felt a glimpse of happiness and relief. He thought that during the training period was where he never had to suffer from silence again. The trainees to become singing would fill in the gap, the music the dancers were popping to would distract him, and the hectic schedule for preparation to debut would rid him of the torture.
He first met lee suhoon, who was endowed with a beautiful voice, and was immediately captivated by the smooth flowing lyrics of the song. He only discovered afterwards, that lee suhoon was quiet. too quiet, and hence he drifted away gradually.
Next was park hyunchul, and the sunny, bubbly nature with the tint of childish mischief hidden beneath drew him in. he was a talker, but he hung out with many other people like woo hyunmin who were much better than him, and barely left enough time for injoon. he didn't want hyunchul to think he was clingy, so he drew back.
Last was jeon jihwan. he was a dancer, and injoon had been drawn to the way jihwan could move his body the way he never could to the music blaring through the portable speaker in the practice room. He leaned against the door and gazed in awe at the dancer. His eyes followed the fluid motions and the natural grace that jihwan possessed even when moving to turn off the speaker. wait. He started, as jeon jihwan began walking in his direction, and hurriedly greeted him. The popping prodigy simply smiled and handed him a bottle of water before packing up.
"Do you want to go for some ice-cream? There's a really good store at the opposite street." intrigued, injoon nodded and followed him.
strangely, this time it wasn't him doing the talking to fill up what would have been awkward silence, but jihwan was chattering away about his adorable little sister and his parrot who liked to swear. it took a while to adapt to this change, but as they licked their triple scoop chocolate cones, injoon managed to inject a few sentences here and there while jihwan was busy licking the stray drips of melted ice-cream. soon, they had found a comfortable pattern in which the conversation thrived, both parties adding layers and layers of depth to the exchange.
"I hope we debut together, hyung. You seem like a fun person."
"You're more fun than me. But, yeah. I want to debut with you too."
the conversation slowly dwindled back to the seams of drifting clouds in the sky, and they parted with promises to meet up again.
injoon had finally found his savior.
Pairing: None; injoon-centric
Rating: PG
Summary: his personal reasons for snatching the mike so often.
Truthfully, injoon has never been fond of silence, even before it happened. After he reached five years old, he would often be left with his grandmother in her apartment during weekdays. The apartment was brand new, with all the indications of modern design, which injoon had no problem with. It was just - just too quiet. The first few minutes would be acceptable, as his grandmother rocked in the wooden chair which squeaked. but as time dragged further, the creaking of the chair would fade into background noise as he stared out of the window. He would become restless with the silence draping over the room until his grandmother moved to play the grand piano in the middle of the living room.
injoon was ten when it happened. He vaguely understood the term 'divorce', and thought that his parents were out of the ordinary. They didn't have the fights and arguments like his friend gwangchul's parents did. they gave each other the 'cold shoulder', of the term he learned after he grew up. The silence in the house became even more unbearable than at his grandmothers', and injoon would switch on the television and raise the volume to the maximum. He didn't care that he would get reprimanded by his mother, or irritate the neighbours. He needed sound, noise, anything - even the meaningless voices from the daily drama was better than the silence that had become an everyday occurance.
The next few years were spent with his mother, who had won custody of him. He didn't understand why she even wanted to have custody over him - probably for the money his father would have to pay her every month. His mother would then dump him with his grandmother while she left for days, even weeks on end. injoon didn't understand then, but his grandmother - whenever they held eye contact, would have this sympathetic and pitying look in her eyes as she looked at him.
When injoon passed auditions to join open world entertainment, he felt a glimpse of happiness and relief. He thought that during the training period was where he never had to suffer from silence again. The trainees to become singing would fill in the gap, the music the dancers were popping to would distract him, and the hectic schedule for preparation to debut would rid him of the torture.
He first met lee suhoon, who was endowed with a beautiful voice, and was immediately captivated by the smooth flowing lyrics of the song. He only discovered afterwards, that lee suhoon was quiet. too quiet, and hence he drifted away gradually.
Next was park hyunchul, and the sunny, bubbly nature with the tint of childish mischief hidden beneath drew him in. he was a talker, but he hung out with many other people like woo hyunmin who were much better than him, and barely left enough time for injoon. he didn't want hyunchul to think he was clingy, so he drew back.
Last was jeon jihwan. he was a dancer, and injoon had been drawn to the way jihwan could move his body the way he never could to the music blaring through the portable speaker in the practice room. He leaned against the door and gazed in awe at the dancer. His eyes followed the fluid motions and the natural grace that jihwan possessed even when moving to turn off the speaker. wait. He started, as jeon jihwan began walking in his direction, and hurriedly greeted him. The popping prodigy simply smiled and handed him a bottle of water before packing up.
"Do you want to go for some ice-cream? There's a really good store at the opposite street." intrigued, injoon nodded and followed him.
strangely, this time it wasn't him doing the talking to fill up what would have been awkward silence, but jihwan was chattering away about his adorable little sister and his parrot who liked to swear. it took a while to adapt to this change, but as they licked their triple scoop chocolate cones, injoon managed to inject a few sentences here and there while jihwan was busy licking the stray drips of melted ice-cream. soon, they had found a comfortable pattern in which the conversation thrived, both parties adding layers and layers of depth to the exchange.
"I hope we debut together, hyung. You seem like a fun person."
"You're more fun than me. But, yeah. I want to debut with you too."
the conversation slowly dwindled back to the seams of drifting clouds in the sky, and they parted with promises to meet up again.
injoon had finally found his savior.