The Boy Who Lived Next Door ; Junsu/Changmin
For xiahtic, who wanted Junsu/Changmin fic ♥ It's been a long while since I wrote any DBSK fic, so I'm trying to get back into the momentum. Hopefully it's not glaringly obvious that I'm kind of out of touch.
This is a sort-of sequel/companion piece to The Boy Who Lives Next Door.
Title: The Boy Who Lived Next Door
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Junsu/Changmin
Word count: 982
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
The Boy Who Lived Next Door
: a sort-of companion piece to
The Boy Who Lives Next Door
Sometimes they end up on the same bus on their way home from school.
When Changmin gets on the bus, he is often accompanied by a flood of students, and it is only on the luckiest days that Junsu and Changmin get to stand side by side.
Neither of them say anything during times like these - they only acknowledgement each other's presence with a nod or a smile. Junsu will spend the rest of the way home, listening to his own treacherous heart beat out of time, and trying not to have a seizure whenever the bus jerks and Changmin brushes against him.
They get off at the same stop, and there is a stretch of road they have to walk to get back to their respective homes. Junsu always walks behind Changmin, taking smaller, slower steps. This way, they will reach their houses at the same time.
Mirroring each other's movement, they lean down to unlatch the gates, walk up the steps to their house, fish around their pockets for their keys, and let themselves in. Once in the house, Junsu climbs up the steps to his bedroom, relieving himself of his bag and flicking on the lights,
Through his window, he always sees the light simultaneously coming on in Changmin's bedroom.
They almost never meet in the mornings on their way to school, because Junsu's school is further away and he has to take the earlier bus to get there on time.
Once, though, Changmin leaves his house early.
Junsu is bending over to tie his shoelaces when he sees the door swing open next door. Changmin steps out, his bag slung over one shoulder, yawning widely and stretching like a cat. His shirt rides upwards to briefly reveal the side of his stomach.
In the distance, the sky starts to blush as the sun rises.
They fall into step next to each other as they walk to the bus stop, and when the silence becomes to heavy for Junsu to bear, he blurts out a question. "Going to school early today?"
Changmin looks surprised to hear his voice. "I'm meeting a friend first," he says.
"Ah," Junsu says, and silence falls between them once more.
Neither of them speak again. Eventually, the bus comes and they get on. Junsu moves to the back of the bus where he finds a seat. Changmin stands a few metres away, his eyes focused on the scenery outside the window, flashing by, as blurry and lacking clarity as the tangle of thoughts in Junsu's heart.
A few days after Junsu's graduation, Changmin moves.
One morning, Junsu looks out of his window across into Changmin's bedroom, and finds Changmin packing his belongings into several large cardboard boxes. Over the next few days, Changmin's room becomes increasingly bare, and by the end of the week, Changmin is gone.
Junsu loses his appetite for two weeks. He spends most of his time standing at his window, staring blankly into the empty room Changmin used to occupy.
He scribbles the words I miss you angrily onto pieces of paper, balls them in his fists and hurls them through the air. Most of the time, the crumpled balls of paper end up smacking against the window before falling miserably onto the ground. A miniature hill of crushed paper starts to accumulate on the ground beneath Changmin's bedroom window.
Junsu's period of depression and moping comes abruptly to an end when dance and singing practices start to pick up in intensity. Is this it? He can't help but think, his heart swelling with hope. My debut?
As practices drag longer and longer, Junsu returns home later and later at night. He is always too tired to think about anything else - including the boy who used to live next door.
Still, every now and then when he happens to glance out of his window, he is reminded of Changmin.
Changmin has a tendency to appear in his mind at the oddest times. Sometimes, the image of Changmin at his desk, bent over a textbook, flashes into his mind when he is dancing. Sometimes, he is on his way out of the house, standing on the doorstep, when he instinctively turns to his left, expecting to see Changmin opening the door. Sometimes Junsu pictures Changmin stepping out of his house in his school uniform with sleep still clouding his eyes, and it makes him dizzy.
Junsu thinks they may never meet again, but Changmin will forever be The Boy Who Lived Next Door, the boy Junsu will forever associate with awkward bus rides, sunrises and first loves.
Junsu grabs the towel hanging from the back of a chair and wipes the sweat off his face. His muscles are aching and protesting the hours of painful practice. Next to him, Yunho collapses onto the chair, still panting and covered with a sheen of sweat.
The door slides open and Junsu turns around to see who it is.
"He's new," Yunho tells Junsu, also looking at the new-comer. "I met him yesterday."
The new trainee is tall and slender, and when he finally looks up, Junsu chokes on that one near-forgotten name.
The boy catches his eye, and tilts his head sideways curiously before recognition flickers in his eyes, a light switching on in a darkened bedroom. Junsu walks towards him, pulled towards him by some unexplainable force, towards the boy he will always associate with awkward bus rides, sunrises and first loves.
Changmin is sitting on the sofa, memorizing the lyrics for their new song when Junsu walks out of the kitchen, holding two cups of steaming coffee. He sets the cups on the table in front of them and sits down next to Changmin, stretching his legs out and tangling their feet together.
Outside, the sun is rising and Junsu leans sideways to rest his head on Changmin's arm.
♥?
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
This is a sort-of sequel/companion piece to The Boy Who Lives Next Door.
Title: The Boy Who Lived Next Door
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Junsu/Changmin
Word count: 982
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
The Boy Who Lived Next Door
: a sort-of companion piece to
The Boy Who Lives Next Door
Sometimes they end up on the same bus on their way home from school.
When Changmin gets on the bus, he is often accompanied by a flood of students, and it is only on the luckiest days that Junsu and Changmin get to stand side by side.
Neither of them say anything during times like these - they only acknowledgement each other's presence with a nod or a smile. Junsu will spend the rest of the way home, listening to his own treacherous heart beat out of time, and trying not to have a seizure whenever the bus jerks and Changmin brushes against him.
They get off at the same stop, and there is a stretch of road they have to walk to get back to their respective homes. Junsu always walks behind Changmin, taking smaller, slower steps. This way, they will reach their houses at the same time.
Mirroring each other's movement, they lean down to unlatch the gates, walk up the steps to their house, fish around their pockets for their keys, and let themselves in. Once in the house, Junsu climbs up the steps to his bedroom, relieving himself of his bag and flicking on the lights,
Through his window, he always sees the light simultaneously coming on in Changmin's bedroom.
They almost never meet in the mornings on their way to school, because Junsu's school is further away and he has to take the earlier bus to get there on time.
Once, though, Changmin leaves his house early.
Junsu is bending over to tie his shoelaces when he sees the door swing open next door. Changmin steps out, his bag slung over one shoulder, yawning widely and stretching like a cat. His shirt rides upwards to briefly reveal the side of his stomach.
In the distance, the sky starts to blush as the sun rises.
They fall into step next to each other as they walk to the bus stop, and when the silence becomes to heavy for Junsu to bear, he blurts out a question. "Going to school early today?"
Changmin looks surprised to hear his voice. "I'm meeting a friend first," he says.
"Ah," Junsu says, and silence falls between them once more.
Neither of them speak again. Eventually, the bus comes and they get on. Junsu moves to the back of the bus where he finds a seat. Changmin stands a few metres away, his eyes focused on the scenery outside the window, flashing by, as blurry and lacking clarity as the tangle of thoughts in Junsu's heart.
A few days after Junsu's graduation, Changmin moves.
One morning, Junsu looks out of his window across into Changmin's bedroom, and finds Changmin packing his belongings into several large cardboard boxes. Over the next few days, Changmin's room becomes increasingly bare, and by the end of the week, Changmin is gone.
Junsu loses his appetite for two weeks. He spends most of his time standing at his window, staring blankly into the empty room Changmin used to occupy.
He scribbles the words I miss you angrily onto pieces of paper, balls them in his fists and hurls them through the air. Most of the time, the crumpled balls of paper end up smacking against the window before falling miserably onto the ground. A miniature hill of crushed paper starts to accumulate on the ground beneath Changmin's bedroom window.
Junsu's period of depression and moping comes abruptly to an end when dance and singing practices start to pick up in intensity. Is this it? He can't help but think, his heart swelling with hope. My debut?
As practices drag longer and longer, Junsu returns home later and later at night. He is always too tired to think about anything else - including the boy who used to live next door.
Still, every now and then when he happens to glance out of his window, he is reminded of Changmin.
Changmin has a tendency to appear in his mind at the oddest times. Sometimes, the image of Changmin at his desk, bent over a textbook, flashes into his mind when he is dancing. Sometimes, he is on his way out of the house, standing on the doorstep, when he instinctively turns to his left, expecting to see Changmin opening the door. Sometimes Junsu pictures Changmin stepping out of his house in his school uniform with sleep still clouding his eyes, and it makes him dizzy.
Junsu thinks they may never meet again, but Changmin will forever be The Boy Who Lived Next Door, the boy Junsu will forever associate with awkward bus rides, sunrises and first loves.
Junsu grabs the towel hanging from the back of a chair and wipes the sweat off his face. His muscles are aching and protesting the hours of painful practice. Next to him, Yunho collapses onto the chair, still panting and covered with a sheen of sweat.
The door slides open and Junsu turns around to see who it is.
"He's new," Yunho tells Junsu, also looking at the new-comer. "I met him yesterday."
The new trainee is tall and slender, and when he finally looks up, Junsu chokes on that one near-forgotten name.
The boy catches his eye, and tilts his head sideways curiously before recognition flickers in his eyes, a light switching on in a darkened bedroom. Junsu walks towards him, pulled towards him by some unexplainable force, towards the boy he will always associate with awkward bus rides, sunrises and first loves.
Changmin is sitting on the sofa, memorizing the lyrics for their new song when Junsu walks out of the kitchen, holding two cups of steaming coffee. He sets the cups on the table in front of them and sits down next to Changmin, stretching his legs out and tangling their feet together.
Outside, the sun is rising and Junsu leans sideways to rest his head on Changmin's arm.
♥?
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE