More Than A Feeling
Title: More Than A Feeling.
Author: ChevyPortia.
Genre: Angst, Fluff.
Pairing: MinSu.
Character(s): YooChun.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: JunSu's confused....
A/N: My first MinSu fiction. Trying to explore the wide world of various OTPs. Again, if anyone don't know my way of writing, let me tell you that I have a tendency to use this method to end a story. Like a prompt...Enjoy!
The rain poured steadily against the windows and JunSu sighed, hoping that the annoying sound would finally end after being constant during the last few days. It was just the sound that was getting on his nerves, keeping him from thinking too deep thoughts because every time he dug too deep the sound got louder and pulled him back to reality.
It had been almost a week since the rain had begun, starting off with a few droplets here and there, no immense outburst or something like that which no one would have thought to become the storm of the year. But it had become exactly that and now people were starting to wonder just how much longer it would stay. JunSu wasn't one of them. He didn't care about the weather or anything trivial at the moment.
He was sitting on his bed, on top of the sheets he'd bought last year when he'd bought the town house, fully clothed but making no attempt of rising or even leaving the position he was in. His cell phone was resting in his open palm, declaring that it was active with small beeping sounds but he didn't use it nor made any move to shut it off. He had turned it on almost an hour ago, for reasons that he couldn't remember now, and some part of his brain registered that it wouldn't be long until the energy wouldn't last any longer but he didn't really care if that was sooner of later.
He was sure he wouldn't use it anytime in the near future anyway. He hadn't used it in days already, ever since he'd called YunHo and told him that he needed a few days off, that the latest case had taken its toll on him. The leader hadn't wondered why, had just agreed, telling him that if he needed anything or someone to talk he'd be there.
That had been his last contact to anyone or society in general and he knew that it was impossible to keep shutting himself off from the outside world and his friends for another week. He'd asked the other not to tell any of the members and once again the latter had
agreed. The older male could tell that his younger friend's mind had been somewhere else during their conversation. Where, he didn't really want to know.
JunSu's mind had been occupied with something or someone more and more during the last few weeks and JunSu believed that it had something to do with the deepening relationship between YooChun and ChangMin.
YooChun was the only one who knew about the real reason for his absence, but he had promised that his lips were sealed, emphasising that vow with a dramatic gesture, turning his fingers in front of his mouth as if locking it with a key. That guy was so childish sometimes that JunSu couldn't help but smile at the mere memory of that moment.
But he wasn't the only one who knew. The other one was at least able to guess that the flu was just a lame excuse because that person was just as involved in the incident as he himself was.
That person was ChangMin.
Of course ChangMin knew! If it wasn't for him, JunSu wouldn't be drowning in self-pity right now but would be chatting and laughing with his friends as if nothing had ever happened. But it happened, and that couldn't be made undone, no matter how hard they tried to forget it...if they were able to. JunSu hadn't done anything else but thinking about it and the consequences he was now experiencing more intense than he had ever expected.
They had all been at YooChun's last weekend, not really celebrating anything but their friendship and enjoying each others company.
They'd ordered pizza and in addition to that they'd had an enormous amount of popcorn, potato chips and beer, everything that was the guarantee for a fun night. And it had been great, even fantastic, at least as far as JunSu could remember. Because when he had woken up the next morning he'd found that he couldn't remember all of it, to be exact the memories became blurry around midnight and past two am there was nothing left, not the slightest hint of what he had done.
He hadn't had time to gather himself, still sleepy and confused as hell, because YooChun had come bursting through the door, stopping dead in his tracks. He remembered thinking why YooChun was in his room until he
had noticed that he wasn't at home and the previous evening had come floating back to him.
YooChun's eyes had become almost unbelievably large for reasons that JunSu hadn't been able to understand - partly because he'd still been tired and partly because he found nothing unusual about a man in bed - until he'd turned around and found himself face to face with a certain group member of his, sleeping only a few inches away from him. He'd never leaped out of bed so fast before and he hoped that he'd never have to do so again, at least not for a reason like this.
His heart had been beating so fast he'd thought it would burst right out of his chest when he'd realized what all those indications had to mean. It can't be, he'd thought. They were both adults and the last time he'd slept with someone, drunken, was ....never. But he knew that it had happened and all he had been able to think of was getting dressed and away.
To make things worse ChangMin had chosen that exact moment to wake up, stretching just as if he'd been at home, reminding JunSu of what he'd touched and experienced last night. Then ChangMin had realized where he was and had grabbed the sheets to cover himself, staring shocked at a half-clothed JunSu and a drooling YooChun.
It had been more than obvious to everyone in the room what had happened that night, it wouldn't have taken YooChun to speak it out aloud in a way that had both men confused despite their embarrassment.
I always knew this would happen, he had said, grinning hugely from one ear to the other, you two were bound to end up in bed together. The whole snarky episode were just a cover up both your attraction.
Neither JunSu nor ChangMin had been able to look at each other, let alone talk and deal with the situation, so JunSu grabbed his remaining clothes, had mumbled an apology and fled from the room without looking back. He'd never felt so miserable in his life.
Since that day JunSu had locked himself in his room, pondering whether or whether not to approach ChangMin and talk even though he still wasn't sure if a talk would change a lot, let alone restore their friendship to where it had been before. In his eyes that was impossible. It wasn't as if he feared the talk itself or the way the youngest would react.
What really scared him were his own emotions, the thoughts that kept running through his head since that morning. Thoughts so sappy they were almost ridiculous, but it was the first time in a long time that he, despite his better judgment, or so he claimed, allowing himself to acknowledge the existence of feelings that could expand into something rooted much deeper if given the opportunity.
Until now he'd put every feeling stronger than friendship for the younger man off as simple admiration or, when he'd dared to go that far, as a fleeting crush that would pass, as it had done other times before. But now he felt that it wouldn't be easy to get over whatever he was feeling.
A talk would solve their problem, hopefully, but JunSu didn't know if he wanted to go back to just being friends with ChangMin, if it would be enough for him. If the lanky growing man didn't feel anything for him that went beyond friendship, then they'll took a step back instead of one ahead. Then he wondered if he would always cling to the one night they shared or if he would be able to move on, get over it and find somebody else.
Silently a thought that had been hiding just below the surface of awareness crossed a line in his head, a thought that reminded him that the answer to his questions was laying in his hand. All he had to do was dial a number and see what happened.
With another sigh he raised the cell phone and grabbed it with both hands, silently praying that it would mark the beginning of something. Whatever that was.
Carefully, as if afraid he could break the buttons, he dialed the number he knew so well and listened to the beeping sound that followed until another sound announced that somebody had picked up at the other end.
"ChangMin...."
Author: ChevyPortia.
Genre: Angst, Fluff.
Pairing: MinSu.
Character(s): YooChun.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: JunSu's confused....
A/N: My first MinSu fiction. Trying to explore the wide world of various OTPs. Again, if anyone don't know my way of writing, let me tell you that I have a tendency to use this method to end a story. Like a prompt...Enjoy!
The rain poured steadily against the windows and JunSu sighed, hoping that the annoying sound would finally end after being constant during the last few days. It was just the sound that was getting on his nerves, keeping him from thinking too deep thoughts because every time he dug too deep the sound got louder and pulled him back to reality.
It had been almost a week since the rain had begun, starting off with a few droplets here and there, no immense outburst or something like that which no one would have thought to become the storm of the year. But it had become exactly that and now people were starting to wonder just how much longer it would stay. JunSu wasn't one of them. He didn't care about the weather or anything trivial at the moment.
He was sitting on his bed, on top of the sheets he'd bought last year when he'd bought the town house, fully clothed but making no attempt of rising or even leaving the position he was in. His cell phone was resting in his open palm, declaring that it was active with small beeping sounds but he didn't use it nor made any move to shut it off. He had turned it on almost an hour ago, for reasons that he couldn't remember now, and some part of his brain registered that it wouldn't be long until the energy wouldn't last any longer but he didn't really care if that was sooner of later.
He was sure he wouldn't use it anytime in the near future anyway. He hadn't used it in days already, ever since he'd called YunHo and told him that he needed a few days off, that the latest case had taken its toll on him. The leader hadn't wondered why, had just agreed, telling him that if he needed anything or someone to talk he'd be there.
That had been his last contact to anyone or society in general and he knew that it was impossible to keep shutting himself off from the outside world and his friends for another week. He'd asked the other not to tell any of the members and once again the latter had
agreed. The older male could tell that his younger friend's mind had been somewhere else during their conversation. Where, he didn't really want to know.
JunSu's mind had been occupied with something or someone more and more during the last few weeks and JunSu believed that it had something to do with the deepening relationship between YooChun and ChangMin.
YooChun was the only one who knew about the real reason for his absence, but he had promised that his lips were sealed, emphasising that vow with a dramatic gesture, turning his fingers in front of his mouth as if locking it with a key. That guy was so childish sometimes that JunSu couldn't help but smile at the mere memory of that moment.
But he wasn't the only one who knew. The other one was at least able to guess that the flu was just a lame excuse because that person was just as involved in the incident as he himself was.
That person was ChangMin.
Of course ChangMin knew! If it wasn't for him, JunSu wouldn't be drowning in self-pity right now but would be chatting and laughing with his friends as if nothing had ever happened. But it happened, and that couldn't be made undone, no matter how hard they tried to forget it...if they were able to. JunSu hadn't done anything else but thinking about it and the consequences he was now experiencing more intense than he had ever expected.
They had all been at YooChun's last weekend, not really celebrating anything but their friendship and enjoying each others company.
They'd ordered pizza and in addition to that they'd had an enormous amount of popcorn, potato chips and beer, everything that was the guarantee for a fun night. And it had been great, even fantastic, at least as far as JunSu could remember. Because when he had woken up the next morning he'd found that he couldn't remember all of it, to be exact the memories became blurry around midnight and past two am there was nothing left, not the slightest hint of what he had done.
He hadn't had time to gather himself, still sleepy and confused as hell, because YooChun had come bursting through the door, stopping dead in his tracks. He remembered thinking why YooChun was in his room until he
had noticed that he wasn't at home and the previous evening had come floating back to him.
YooChun's eyes had become almost unbelievably large for reasons that JunSu hadn't been able to understand - partly because he'd still been tired and partly because he found nothing unusual about a man in bed - until he'd turned around and found himself face to face with a certain group member of his, sleeping only a few inches away from him. He'd never leaped out of bed so fast before and he hoped that he'd never have to do so again, at least not for a reason like this.
His heart had been beating so fast he'd thought it would burst right out of his chest when he'd realized what all those indications had to mean. It can't be, he'd thought. They were both adults and the last time he'd slept with someone, drunken, was ....never. But he knew that it had happened and all he had been able to think of was getting dressed and away.
To make things worse ChangMin had chosen that exact moment to wake up, stretching just as if he'd been at home, reminding JunSu of what he'd touched and experienced last night. Then ChangMin had realized where he was and had grabbed the sheets to cover himself, staring shocked at a half-clothed JunSu and a drooling YooChun.
It had been more than obvious to everyone in the room what had happened that night, it wouldn't have taken YooChun to speak it out aloud in a way that had both men confused despite their embarrassment.
I always knew this would happen, he had said, grinning hugely from one ear to the other, you two were bound to end up in bed together. The whole snarky episode were just a cover up both your attraction.
Neither JunSu nor ChangMin had been able to look at each other, let alone talk and deal with the situation, so JunSu grabbed his remaining clothes, had mumbled an apology and fled from the room without looking back. He'd never felt so miserable in his life.
Since that day JunSu had locked himself in his room, pondering whether or whether not to approach ChangMin and talk even though he still wasn't sure if a talk would change a lot, let alone restore their friendship to where it had been before. In his eyes that was impossible. It wasn't as if he feared the talk itself or the way the youngest would react.
What really scared him were his own emotions, the thoughts that kept running through his head since that morning. Thoughts so sappy they were almost ridiculous, but it was the first time in a long time that he, despite his better judgment, or so he claimed, allowing himself to acknowledge the existence of feelings that could expand into something rooted much deeper if given the opportunity.
Until now he'd put every feeling stronger than friendship for the younger man off as simple admiration or, when he'd dared to go that far, as a fleeting crush that would pass, as it had done other times before. But now he felt that it wouldn't be easy to get over whatever he was feeling.
A talk would solve their problem, hopefully, but JunSu didn't know if he wanted to go back to just being friends with ChangMin, if it would be enough for him. If the lanky growing man didn't feel anything for him that went beyond friendship, then they'll took a step back instead of one ahead. Then he wondered if he would always cling to the one night they shared or if he would be able to move on, get over it and find somebody else.
Silently a thought that had been hiding just below the surface of awareness crossed a line in his head, a thought that reminded him that the answer to his questions was laying in his hand. All he had to do was dial a number and see what happened.
With another sigh he raised the cell phone and grabbed it with both hands, silently praying that it would mark the beginning of something. Whatever that was.
Carefully, as if afraid he could break the buttons, he dialed the number he knew so well and listened to the beeping sound that followed until another sound announced that somebody had picked up at the other end.
"ChangMin...."