hc_bingo fic: hazing
Title: Snakes and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: none, Junsu/Hyukjae bffery
Prompt: Hazing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 656
Summary: Everybody’s new sometime. This time, it’s Junsu. He’s just moved in to the SME trainee dorms, and he wasn’t at all ready for what was in store.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
He stared in horror at his dorm bed. He had five hours until he had to be up for lessons and there was no way he was sleeping in that. Maybe not ever again.
It was covered in what looked like some sort of preserve. Several sorts of preserve, actually. Oranges and purples and reds, scrubbed into his sheets like they were trying to paint with them. If the dorm manager hadn’t seen this already, he would in the morning. There was no way he was going to get this clean AND get any sleep tonight.
Junsu sat down, on the floor because other than the bed, endtable, and desk there wasn’t any other furniture in the room, dropped his head into his hands and gave himself a minute. He just... he needed a minute.
~
He was right. He got his sheets cleaned, in the sink because they couldn’t use the washers or the showers this late at night, but he didn’t get any sleep at all. Not that he could have, anyway. His bedding was still wet when he put it back on the bed. It looked neat enough, but he’d have to find time to dry it before he could sleep comfortably in it again.
Despite everything, he was still late to his first lesson. Luckily, the teacher had been a trainee himself years earlier, took one look at the bags under Junsu’s eyes, and told him to just go sit down.
A couple of the other trainees snickered when slumped in his seat. One of them leaned forward and patted him heavily on the shoulder. “Welcome to the dorms, newbie.”
~
By the end of the day, his shoes had been filled with mud, he’d had a piece of bacon stuffed into the middle of one of his school books, and his water bottle filled with vinegar at voice practice. He didn’t even want to see what his room looked like tonight. Instead, he headed straight to Hyukjae’s apartment after his last class. He didn’t even say anything, just checking to make sure the bed was fruit-less before flopping onto it.
Hyukjae stood at the door, watching with a mix of concerned curiosity and complete confusion. “Uh... Junsu-yah?”
“It’s not fair!” He’d meant to lead up to that, but oh well. “I work just as hard as anyone, probably harder, and now I’ve finally got the money to do this, and why did they do that?!”
“...Right.” His sitting down on the edge of the bed was the only thing that kept Junsu from turning over and screaming into a pillow. “You want to start from the beginning?”
So Junsu did, although it wasn’t a very good beginning. He’d finally saved up enough money with the help of his parents to move into SME’s dorms and start lessons full time. That was a lot of money. It was why Hyukjae and a lot of the other trainees lived elsewhere, wherever they could afford. So it had been like a dream come true. He felt like he was actually getting somewhere. Somewhere that didn’t involve a bed full of jam.
“So what you’re saying is they’re afraid of you.”
Junsu stared. That was not what he’d been saying at all. “Huh?”
Hyukjae flopped onto his back. “Well, we’re all trainees, right? So we all theoretically have an equal chance of making it, right? Except we all know that’s not true. They think if they can scare you away, they’ll be closer to debuting.” He sat up again, looking serious. “You’re going to be better than any of us, Su-yah.”
Junsu didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know they all thought that. It wasn’t true. He was just like anyone else. And did Hyukjae-
He grinned. “Except me, of course!”
“YAH!” Junsu rolled over to launch himself at his best friend. “Just you wait!” If they were scared now, just wait! He’d show them all.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: none, Junsu/Hyukjae bffery
Prompt: Hazing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 656
Summary: Everybody’s new sometime. This time, it’s Junsu. He’s just moved in to the SME trainee dorms, and he wasn’t at all ready for what was in store.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
He stared in horror at his dorm bed. He had five hours until he had to be up for lessons and there was no way he was sleeping in that. Maybe not ever again.
It was covered in what looked like some sort of preserve. Several sorts of preserve, actually. Oranges and purples and reds, scrubbed into his sheets like they were trying to paint with them. If the dorm manager hadn’t seen this already, he would in the morning. There was no way he was going to get this clean AND get any sleep tonight.
Junsu sat down, on the floor because other than the bed, endtable, and desk there wasn’t any other furniture in the room, dropped his head into his hands and gave himself a minute. He just... he needed a minute.
~
He was right. He got his sheets cleaned, in the sink because they couldn’t use the washers or the showers this late at night, but he didn’t get any sleep at all. Not that he could have, anyway. His bedding was still wet when he put it back on the bed. It looked neat enough, but he’d have to find time to dry it before he could sleep comfortably in it again.
Despite everything, he was still late to his first lesson. Luckily, the teacher had been a trainee himself years earlier, took one look at the bags under Junsu’s eyes, and told him to just go sit down.
A couple of the other trainees snickered when slumped in his seat. One of them leaned forward and patted him heavily on the shoulder. “Welcome to the dorms, newbie.”
~
By the end of the day, his shoes had been filled with mud, he’d had a piece of bacon stuffed into the middle of one of his school books, and his water bottle filled with vinegar at voice practice. He didn’t even want to see what his room looked like tonight. Instead, he headed straight to Hyukjae’s apartment after his last class. He didn’t even say anything, just checking to make sure the bed was fruit-less before flopping onto it.
Hyukjae stood at the door, watching with a mix of concerned curiosity and complete confusion. “Uh... Junsu-yah?”
“It’s not fair!” He’d meant to lead up to that, but oh well. “I work just as hard as anyone, probably harder, and now I’ve finally got the money to do this, and why did they do that?!”
“...Right.” His sitting down on the edge of the bed was the only thing that kept Junsu from turning over and screaming into a pillow. “You want to start from the beginning?”
So Junsu did, although it wasn’t a very good beginning. He’d finally saved up enough money with the help of his parents to move into SME’s dorms and start lessons full time. That was a lot of money. It was why Hyukjae and a lot of the other trainees lived elsewhere, wherever they could afford. So it had been like a dream come true. He felt like he was actually getting somewhere. Somewhere that didn’t involve a bed full of jam.
“So what you’re saying is they’re afraid of you.”
Junsu stared. That was not what he’d been saying at all. “Huh?”
Hyukjae flopped onto his back. “Well, we’re all trainees, right? So we all theoretically have an equal chance of making it, right? Except we all know that’s not true. They think if they can scare you away, they’ll be closer to debuting.” He sat up again, looking serious. “You’re going to be better than any of us, Su-yah.”
Junsu didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know they all thought that. It wasn’t true. He was just like anyone else. And did Hyukjae-
He grinned. “Except me, of course!”
“YAH!” Junsu rolled over to launch himself at his best friend. “Just you wait!” If they were scared now, just wait! He’d show them all.