Different : Better; Yesung x Shindong
Title: Better
Characters: Yesung / Shindong
Genre: Really sappy
Rating: G
Length: One-shot
Theme: Different
Summary: Sometimes, it’s through being different that we truly fit in.
This was written for the community bonamana_x and astormisbrewing. The rest of the fanfiction done for this challenge can be found here.
Jongwoon had always been an unusual sort of person. From the moment of his birth, he’d had oddities in his personality. They were impossible not to notice, and even his parents had pointed it out from time to time, always with a smile so that his feelings wouldn’t be hurt. “He’s cute,” his mother would say, and that would be the end of it.
Things changed for the worse upon entering school. The other children certainly didn’t find him as ‘cute’ as his mother had. Was it really that abnormal to collect bugs and enjoy pressing his finger to his friends’ philtrums? Jongwoon had never thought so. Everyone else did. It made keeping a playmate rather difficult.
Donghee had always been the fat kid in school. There hadn’t been a single bully who had hesitated to make fun of him, nor had there been a single girl to blush and giggle as he walked by. Shin Donghee was an outcast.
He knew that there were others who had it far worse than him. He actually had friends. He never had to eat lunch alone, and there was always someone to pass notes to in class, but that didn’t stop the pain of knowing that anyone who wasn’t making fun of him probably just pitied him.
Donghee didn’t particularly want to fill the space around him with either sort of people.
There had been a time when Donghee had tried, harder than he’d ever tried for anything before, to lose weight. But it wasn’t as easy as it sounded, and he liked food so much, and it just didn’t work out.
When SM Entertainment put Jongwoon and Donghee into a new project, Super Junior05, both were ecstatic. And when they were led into a room with ten other boys for their first practice, it was obvious that they all had their odd tendencies.
Leeteuk only laughed, that glorious laugh of his, when he awoke to Yesung’s finger resting just above his lip.
The jokes about Shindong’s weight mean next to nothing when uttered by those who he knew would defend him against anyone who truly meant them.
And both knew that, although it had taken longer than either would have desired, finding true friends made it all worthwhile.