Please do not go far away...
Pairing: JungMin/HyungJun
Rating: 13+
POV: HyungJun's
PART TWO
It started out like just another day while my body being exhausted from the insane hours of flight time I had some days ago. Not that I’m complaining but thes world map should have had some kind of a good developed country with an airport in between Seoul and LA. Why is it only the ocean?
I’m still on bed, too lazy to get up and leave for the schedules. By the way I’m completely clueless about my schedules. Manager hyung have been updating me ever since the arrival but seriously I keep nothing in my head. Nothing as in not Jung Min either.
I can’t help it. I’m too tired and I haven’t had any day off after we arrived from America. C’mon that was a 24h+ flight and I was nearly dying with boredom. Let’s not talk about the departure flight; another source of boredom and just boredom. Not even the air hostesses were pretty; not that I’m interested anyway but… I needed some entertainment. And no, I don’t find guys hot except for…
My phone rings. There, my sentence is completed with the name that appears on the screen. I slide the green button.
“Morning Jung Minah…” I say in a dull, sleepy voice.
“You still asleep? Ileonah!” He shouts from the other end.
The voice keeps ringing inside my mind like a bell. I groan with anger and turn to a side letting my grasp lose the phone. It barely balances on my ear.
“Ileonah paboya! We got recording today” He shouts, again.
“What?” I sit up and my phone falls onto the bed.
When did recording became a we thing not an I or you thing?
“What recording?” I ask, quickly picking up the phone.
“You need to see a doctor, now! You are so bad with remembering your schedules” He sighs.
“OST?” I ask as soon as something clicks inside my mind.
“No, no… we are going to record us moaning while having sex!” He speaks out of annoyance.
“Hey that would be an interesting duet” I go along with his sarcasm.
“Stop joking and come here!”
A beep comes from the other end. And then I know that he hung up. I shrug. My mind just doesn’t keep track of anything.
I don’t take more than fifteen minutes to get ready and head out. Omma tries to shove an omelette down my throat but the devil waiting for me at the studio will probably punch me hard enough to vomit it out. So I avoid and sprint to the elevator placing a hurried kiss on omma’s, Choco’s and Haengwon’s foreheads. Ah so many women in the house. How do I and Kibum survive? I don’t even know.
Mornings are cold. Why are mornings so cold? Why do I always have to walk through a huge underground car park that is freezing cold to reach my car? Why didn’t I book this spot next to the elevator? Well I should have thought about the walking distance than being excited on how I will never have to wait for another car to move to take my one out of the park.
I admit. I’m just like how Jung Min describes me; clumsy, lazy, clueless and unreasonable. But cute. Yes, he says I’m cute; one of the many compliments he gives me when he’s not in his devil mood which he is now.
My phone vibrates behind the gear. I know who it is without even having to look at the screen.
“I’m coming!” I say after answering the call with my trained hands keeping my eyes on the road.
“Driving?” He asks, no he actually snaps it at me.
A shiver goes down my spine. Hyung Junah… get ready for another scolding.
“Mhm…” I nod, my eyes still glued on the road.
But he doesn’t know that.
“How many times have I asked you not to answer your phone while driving?”
There he goes. I brake at a red light.
“I’m actually waiting for the green light. So I’m not dri-”
He cuts me off, as usual. “No excuses! No call answering either. Arrive here safe and sound or else you won’t be able to even imagine what I’d do to you”
“Worried?” I say in a teasing tone.
“Shut up and come”
He hangs up for the second time today ending the call with the same words. I let out a big sigh.
Wow… collaborating with Park Jung Min is worse than I thought. Well he was the one who proposed it though. I replay the conversation in my mind which we had at the hotel room.
“So I’m planning on singing this duet OST thing for a drama… won’t be doing it any soon though and they still haven’t decided the person I’m going to sing with” I said playing with a sticker I removed out of a water bottle.
“Duet… What’s the drama?” He asked forcing himself to ignore the word ‘duet’.
“Ermm… Empress something. Well it ain’t confirmed yet” I took another huge breath and watched his head go up and down on my stomach.
“Stop doing that”
“Stop what? Singing the OST?” I asked in confusion.
“No! I mean breathing so heavily. It ain’t funny anymore”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“So this OST… why are you suddenly singing an OST for a drama you aren’t even in? Don’t you have enough schedules already? And you got this Latin America tour coming up, and then back to album recording. You think you can keep up?” He asked trailing his hands along the lines of my shirt’s Mickey Mouse.
“I don’t… know” I answered with doubts.
“Don’t forget that you haven’t slept properly in over two weeks. You’ll collapse Junnie” He finally met my eyes.
“Lift me then” I laughed and he slightly lifted his head until I’m done with my laughter and rested back again.
“I wasn’t joking” I felt his tone being filled with annoyance.
“Neither was I” I laughed again and he slapped me chest.
“Ah…” I scrunched my face. “Okay fine! I’ll try to request for some day-off and sleep through it all”
“How about we collab?” He raised his eyebrows with excitement.
“For my album?” My voice went all loud with shock.
“For the OST”
“I knew you won’t let that duet thing go away” I said shaking my head.
“I don’t care if you do some stupid duet with someone but I’m sure that the person ain’t going to be as co-operative as I am” He sat up on the bed and turned his back at me.
“So how are you going to be co-operative than whomever I might sing with?” I asked watching out for a warning glance.
But he didn’t turn. “I won’t tire you at least”
“How is the other person going to tire me?”
“I don’t know…” He stared down and his long hair strands parted to the sides from the middle.
“You tired me enough in the past hour” I said through a laugh taking my hand through his messy hair which I was literally yanking earlier.
I heard him let out a slight laugh. “If they still haven’t found someone then we can collab”
“What about your schedules?” I asked.
“I’ll cope with them somehow”
“You are worried they’ll collab me with some male artist aren’t you?” I slid myself towards him and sent an arm around his shoulder.
“Of course not!” He tried to shrug off my arm. “I just want another moment like the one we had during my Not Alone showcase… remember?”
“Twitolaseon ni moseup cheortaero poimyeon andwae” I sang a line that matched to the current moment.
He immediately turned himself to face me. “Happy?” He asked.
I smiled at him. “I’ll tell manager hyung today. I want us to collab too”
Rating: 13+
POV: HyungJun's
PART TWO
It started out like just another day while my body being exhausted from the insane hours of flight time I had some days ago. Not that I’m complaining but thes world map should have had some kind of a good developed country with an airport in between Seoul and LA. Why is it only the ocean?
I’m still on bed, too lazy to get up and leave for the schedules. By the way I’m completely clueless about my schedules. Manager hyung have been updating me ever since the arrival but seriously I keep nothing in my head. Nothing as in not Jung Min either.
I can’t help it. I’m too tired and I haven’t had any day off after we arrived from America. C’mon that was a 24h+ flight and I was nearly dying with boredom. Let’s not talk about the departure flight; another source of boredom and just boredom. Not even the air hostesses were pretty; not that I’m interested anyway but… I needed some entertainment. And no, I don’t find guys hot except for…
My phone rings. There, my sentence is completed with the name that appears on the screen. I slide the green button.
“Morning Jung Minah…” I say in a dull, sleepy voice.
“You still asleep? Ileonah!” He shouts from the other end.
The voice keeps ringing inside my mind like a bell. I groan with anger and turn to a side letting my grasp lose the phone. It barely balances on my ear.
“Ileonah paboya! We got recording today” He shouts, again.
“What?” I sit up and my phone falls onto the bed.
When did recording became a we thing not an I or you thing?
“What recording?” I ask, quickly picking up the phone.
“You need to see a doctor, now! You are so bad with remembering your schedules” He sighs.
“OST?” I ask as soon as something clicks inside my mind.
“No, no… we are going to record us moaning while having sex!” He speaks out of annoyance.
“Hey that would be an interesting duet” I go along with his sarcasm.
“Stop joking and come here!”
A beep comes from the other end. And then I know that he hung up. I shrug. My mind just doesn’t keep track of anything.
I don’t take more than fifteen minutes to get ready and head out. Omma tries to shove an omelette down my throat but the devil waiting for me at the studio will probably punch me hard enough to vomit it out. So I avoid and sprint to the elevator placing a hurried kiss on omma’s, Choco’s and Haengwon’s foreheads. Ah so many women in the house. How do I and Kibum survive? I don’t even know.
Mornings are cold. Why are mornings so cold? Why do I always have to walk through a huge underground car park that is freezing cold to reach my car? Why didn’t I book this spot next to the elevator? Well I should have thought about the walking distance than being excited on how I will never have to wait for another car to move to take my one out of the park.
I admit. I’m just like how Jung Min describes me; clumsy, lazy, clueless and unreasonable. But cute. Yes, he says I’m cute; one of the many compliments he gives me when he’s not in his devil mood which he is now.
My phone vibrates behind the gear. I know who it is without even having to look at the screen.
“I’m coming!” I say after answering the call with my trained hands keeping my eyes on the road.
“Driving?” He asks, no he actually snaps it at me.
A shiver goes down my spine. Hyung Junah… get ready for another scolding.
“Mhm…” I nod, my eyes still glued on the road.
But he doesn’t know that.
“How many times have I asked you not to answer your phone while driving?”
There he goes. I brake at a red light.
“I’m actually waiting for the green light. So I’m not dri-”
He cuts me off, as usual. “No excuses! No call answering either. Arrive here safe and sound or else you won’t be able to even imagine what I’d do to you”
“Worried?” I say in a teasing tone.
“Shut up and come”
He hangs up for the second time today ending the call with the same words. I let out a big sigh.
Wow… collaborating with Park Jung Min is worse than I thought. Well he was the one who proposed it though. I replay the conversation in my mind which we had at the hotel room.
“So I’m planning on singing this duet OST thing for a drama… won’t be doing it any soon though and they still haven’t decided the person I’m going to sing with” I said playing with a sticker I removed out of a water bottle.
“Duet… What’s the drama?” He asked forcing himself to ignore the word ‘duet’.
“Ermm… Empress something. Well it ain’t confirmed yet” I took another huge breath and watched his head go up and down on my stomach.
“Stop doing that”
“Stop what? Singing the OST?” I asked in confusion.
“No! I mean breathing so heavily. It ain’t funny anymore”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“So this OST… why are you suddenly singing an OST for a drama you aren’t even in? Don’t you have enough schedules already? And you got this Latin America tour coming up, and then back to album recording. You think you can keep up?” He asked trailing his hands along the lines of my shirt’s Mickey Mouse.
“I don’t… know” I answered with doubts.
“Don’t forget that you haven’t slept properly in over two weeks. You’ll collapse Junnie” He finally met my eyes.
“Lift me then” I laughed and he slightly lifted his head until I’m done with my laughter and rested back again.
“I wasn’t joking” I felt his tone being filled with annoyance.
“Neither was I” I laughed again and he slapped me chest.
“Ah…” I scrunched my face. “Okay fine! I’ll try to request for some day-off and sleep through it all”
“How about we collab?” He raised his eyebrows with excitement.
“For my album?” My voice went all loud with shock.
“For the OST”
“I knew you won’t let that duet thing go away” I said shaking my head.
“I don’t care if you do some stupid duet with someone but I’m sure that the person ain’t going to be as co-operative as I am” He sat up on the bed and turned his back at me.
“So how are you going to be co-operative than whomever I might sing with?” I asked watching out for a warning glance.
But he didn’t turn. “I won’t tire you at least”
“How is the other person going to tire me?”
“I don’t know…” He stared down and his long hair strands parted to the sides from the middle.
“You tired me enough in the past hour” I said through a laugh taking my hand through his messy hair which I was literally yanking earlier.
I heard him let out a slight laugh. “If they still haven’t found someone then we can collab”
“What about your schedules?” I asked.
“I’ll cope with them somehow”
“You are worried they’ll collab me with some male artist aren’t you?” I slid myself towards him and sent an arm around his shoulder.
“Of course not!” He tried to shrug off my arm. “I just want another moment like the one we had during my Not Alone showcase… remember?”
“Twitolaseon ni moseup cheortaero poimyeon andwae” I sang a line that matched to the current moment.
He immediately turned himself to face me. “Happy?” He asked.
I smiled at him. “I’ll tell manager hyung today. I want us to collab too”