Story in the Making [4/?]
Whooooo....a filler like chapter with a bit of fluffy fluff of all three main and beautiful otps if you squint real close....and probably not even that much. But at least it's something!
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Youngjae was sitting at the table, helping the maknae with homework when the three elder men of the group come bursting into the apartment, loud and rowdy. It startled the silence that had fallen over the younger three who were busy with other business. The two youngest were doing homework and Youngjae was doing his best to help them to make things easier to juggle in between work and school.
Himchan has his arm thrown over Daehyun’s shoulder and Yongguk is following up behind them with his phone in hand. They all seemed to be a different level of drunk or wasted and Youngjae wasn’t sure he liked the way this might end up.
“I didn’t even get her phone number!” Daehyun laughed, a soft flush on his cheeked and Youngjae wondered if it was from alcohol or embarrassment given the tone of the conversation and all…
“I did!” Yongguk supplied as he managed to get out of his shoes without falling over. The maknae noticed his instability and rose from the table, his long limbs throwing him off for a moment. Youngjae watched as the youngest took hold of the leader’s arm and threw it over his shoulder, already close to being the eldest’s height and guided him to the bedroom that he shared with Himchan. “Maknae,” He whined and Youngjae wondered just how drunk he was, “I gotta give DaeDae the chick’s number.”
“DaeDae?” Junhong asked with a small smirk, amused.
“Yongguk, Yongguk, my name is Daehyun.” Said man corrected as though he and Yongguk had never known each other before this night and as though he had been struggling with Daehyun’s name for a while now.
“Hyungie, you can give him the number tomorrow. You’re about to fall over.” The soft voice of the maknae spoke and Youngjae smiled at the delicacy of the tone before registering the conversation. There was an almost burning like sensation in the pit of his stomach and he couldn’t figure out where it had resonated from. It was almost as though he were…jealous.
Yeah, he had wanted to go out that night with the guys. He wasn’t quite old enough to drink, unfortunately and so had to stay home with the maknaes. He had occupied himself with mundane housework and then eventually assisted with homework. It only entertained him so much.
Now he was jealous.
Perfectly logical.
Jongup rose from the table as well. “Let’s finish this tomorrow, Youngjae-hyung.” He walked over to Himchan and pried him away from Daehyun who collapsed on the couch right after.
Youngjae didn’t move from the table. He was lost in his thoughts. The two maknaes had gotten their hyungs to bed without much issue and then retired to their own room. Though, Youngjae suspected that it had more to do with the homework that they had been working on for hours and just wanting to be done with. Youngjae didn’t blame them.
“I can’t get my shoes off.” Daehyun whined pathetically and shook Youngjae from his thoughts. There was no way that he could refuse his friends obvious plea for help. That wasn’t the sort of friend that he was and he had to give assistance since he was capable of it.
“How much did you drink, mister?” He spoke, mostly to himself. He doubted that Daehyun would be able to answer coherently.
“This much!” Daehyun replied with a grin. His fingers were only held a few centimeters apart from one another.
The look that Youngjae gave him would usually only be enough to make him smirk with amusement. Now, being drunk and all, Daehyun laughed loudly and flung his arms around a bit. He then rolled his eyes and that seemed to cause Daehyun to laugh even more.
“Oh god…” This was going to be a long night.
Thirty minutes later, Youngjae had Daehyun in his pajamas and in bed but the man would not stop talking.
“And her tits were like wow!, or at least that’s what Himchan says.” Daehyun spoke. He had spent the last ten minutes informing Youngjae of this woman that had danced with him at the club. It irritated Youngjae greatly and in so many ways and he didn’t even know why. It was most likely because of how this woman was being objectified. He did not like that.
“Are you finished?” Youngjae snapped.
Daehyun gave a dramatic pout before poking the tip of Youngjae’s nose as he was tucked in. “Boop!”
Youngjae rolled his eyes and moved back to his bed, beginning to get undressed because he really didn’t want to hear any more about this woman that Daehyun would possibly be calling the next day.
“Her ass wasn’t that nice. I think I like asses more.” The words that he spoke were muttered and mostly incoherent but Youngjae always felt that he was tuned to whatever his best friend says for whatever reason. “Like your ass…or kinda like Jongup’s ass…Himchan seems to think that…Jongup has a nice ass…but he’s still a kid…so that’s…wrong…”
Before Youngjae could question the older man and ask for an elaboration, especially on the part about his ass, the man had fallen asleep. Youngjae rolled his eyes once again and slid into bed after changing into his clothes, refusing to think about anything that had been spoken because the way that it caused his stomach to twist and his chest to tighten. It was stupid and pointless. He’d never felt these things before and so attributed them to a bad dinner-which was take out because there was no time to cook usually or energy to do so.
It was an odd hour, but at least it signified the end of the night. Tomorrow, he would have to nurse three drunks back to health. At least that gave them a full day of rest before they had to return to work on Monday. And it would only be for a few days before they all had time to go and visit their families if they wanted for a short time before returning for promotions of their first mini-album.
Tomorrow would be better for sure.
Youngjae fell asleep listening to Daehyun’s loud and violent snoring from across the room.
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Previous Chapter
Youngjae was sitting at the table, helping the maknae with homework when the three elder men of the group come bursting into the apartment, loud and rowdy. It startled the silence that had fallen over the younger three who were busy with other business. The two youngest were doing homework and Youngjae was doing his best to help them to make things easier to juggle in between work and school.
Himchan has his arm thrown over Daehyun’s shoulder and Yongguk is following up behind them with his phone in hand. They all seemed to be a different level of drunk or wasted and Youngjae wasn’t sure he liked the way this might end up.
“I didn’t even get her phone number!” Daehyun laughed, a soft flush on his cheeked and Youngjae wondered if it was from alcohol or embarrassment given the tone of the conversation and all…
“I did!” Yongguk supplied as he managed to get out of his shoes without falling over. The maknae noticed his instability and rose from the table, his long limbs throwing him off for a moment. Youngjae watched as the youngest took hold of the leader’s arm and threw it over his shoulder, already close to being the eldest’s height and guided him to the bedroom that he shared with Himchan. “Maknae,” He whined and Youngjae wondered just how drunk he was, “I gotta give DaeDae the chick’s number.”
“DaeDae?” Junhong asked with a small smirk, amused.
“Yongguk, Yongguk, my name is Daehyun.” Said man corrected as though he and Yongguk had never known each other before this night and as though he had been struggling with Daehyun’s name for a while now.
“Hyungie, you can give him the number tomorrow. You’re about to fall over.” The soft voice of the maknae spoke and Youngjae smiled at the delicacy of the tone before registering the conversation. There was an almost burning like sensation in the pit of his stomach and he couldn’t figure out where it had resonated from. It was almost as though he were…jealous.
Yeah, he had wanted to go out that night with the guys. He wasn’t quite old enough to drink, unfortunately and so had to stay home with the maknaes. He had occupied himself with mundane housework and then eventually assisted with homework. It only entertained him so much.
Now he was jealous.
Perfectly logical.
Jongup rose from the table as well. “Let’s finish this tomorrow, Youngjae-hyung.” He walked over to Himchan and pried him away from Daehyun who collapsed on the couch right after.
Youngjae didn’t move from the table. He was lost in his thoughts. The two maknaes had gotten their hyungs to bed without much issue and then retired to their own room. Though, Youngjae suspected that it had more to do with the homework that they had been working on for hours and just wanting to be done with. Youngjae didn’t blame them.
“I can’t get my shoes off.” Daehyun whined pathetically and shook Youngjae from his thoughts. There was no way that he could refuse his friends obvious plea for help. That wasn’t the sort of friend that he was and he had to give assistance since he was capable of it.
“How much did you drink, mister?” He spoke, mostly to himself. He doubted that Daehyun would be able to answer coherently.
“This much!” Daehyun replied with a grin. His fingers were only held a few centimeters apart from one another.
The look that Youngjae gave him would usually only be enough to make him smirk with amusement. Now, being drunk and all, Daehyun laughed loudly and flung his arms around a bit. He then rolled his eyes and that seemed to cause Daehyun to laugh even more.
“Oh god…” This was going to be a long night.
Thirty minutes later, Youngjae had Daehyun in his pajamas and in bed but the man would not stop talking.
“And her tits were like wow!, or at least that’s what Himchan says.” Daehyun spoke. He had spent the last ten minutes informing Youngjae of this woman that had danced with him at the club. It irritated Youngjae greatly and in so many ways and he didn’t even know why. It was most likely because of how this woman was being objectified. He did not like that.
“Are you finished?” Youngjae snapped.
Daehyun gave a dramatic pout before poking the tip of Youngjae’s nose as he was tucked in. “Boop!”
Youngjae rolled his eyes and moved back to his bed, beginning to get undressed because he really didn’t want to hear any more about this woman that Daehyun would possibly be calling the next day.
“Her ass wasn’t that nice. I think I like asses more.” The words that he spoke were muttered and mostly incoherent but Youngjae always felt that he was tuned to whatever his best friend says for whatever reason. “Like your ass…or kinda like Jongup’s ass…Himchan seems to think that…Jongup has a nice ass…but he’s still a kid…so that’s…wrong…”
Before Youngjae could question the older man and ask for an elaboration, especially on the part about his ass, the man had fallen asleep. Youngjae rolled his eyes once again and slid into bed after changing into his clothes, refusing to think about anything that had been spoken because the way that it caused his stomach to twist and his chest to tighten. It was stupid and pointless. He’d never felt these things before and so attributed them to a bad dinner-which was take out because there was no time to cook usually or energy to do so.
It was an odd hour, but at least it signified the end of the night. Tomorrow, he would have to nurse three drunks back to health. At least that gave them a full day of rest before they had to return to work on Monday. And it would only be for a few days before they all had time to go and visit their families if they wanted for a short time before returning for promotions of their first mini-album.
Tomorrow would be better for sure.
Youngjae fell asleep listening to Daehyun’s loud and violent snoring from across the room.
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