Story in the Making [7/?]
Fluffy fluff, development, fluffy fluff. I swear that's all the chapters I've written so far, but probably not in that particular order....at least they're getting somewhere, right?
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Their promotions for No Mercy would be starting soon and they all wanted to get it perfect. It was a great song and they were excited to promote it, but of course that meant they were all working as hard as they possibly could. They were already known as one of the groups most believed were unfairly overworked. Most of them just didn’t know what to do on their downtime and prefer to be working as hard as they could to please their small but growing fan base.
During the chorus, the series of moves that they had all completed a dozen times over, a misjudgment in the stability of his foot led Daehyun into slipping onto the floor when he had jumped to separate his legs for the most popular move of this song.
He had dropped to the floor immediately, clutching his ankle with shock and pain written over his face. So far, none of them had come to any real injury and they were hoping to keep it that way. Injuries didn’t bode well for idols or their groups and Daehyun had been hoping to make this comeback without any hitches. Apparently, he wasn’t that lucky.
“Fuck!” He cried out in pain.
The music shut off immediately and the other guys along with the choreographer rushed over, the assistant leaving to call the manager. Youngjae was directly by Daehyun’s side within moments, his arm wrapping around him to give him something to lean against. The younger man’s eyes were wide with worry and concern and he was intensely afraid that something serious had happened to his best friend. Of course, he would be right by Daehyun’s side the entire time, but that didn’t meant that he wasn’t extremely concerned in the first place.
“Fuck…” Daehyun muttered out again and no one commented on his language in front of the maknae because it seemed like he was in tremendous pain. And Youngjae didn’t like this tremendous pain one bit. It hurt him to see his best friend hurt. “I think I sprained my ankle or something.”
The moment that Daehyun spoke those words, there was a collective gasp among those in the room. Having such an injury would be bad for them. They promoted in a week and a sprained ankle could take up to two weeks and all of this hard work on Daehyun’s part would be for naught. This would affect all of them and yet only Youngjae didn’t consider that. This was his best friend after all. He just cared for his wellbeing.
They all really hoped that Daehyun didn’t sprain his ankle.
Thankfully, it was only a rolled ankle that would heal in a few days with rest and ice.
Forty minutes later and Youngjae was helping Daehyun into the apartment. Daehyun’s arm was around the younger man’s shoulder and he was limping, but mostly hopping, into the dorm. He was then guided to the couch where he was deposited carefully.
“Ouch!” Daehyun cried out as it bumped into the corner table. Youngjae winced and looked to the other man apologetically because he would never intentionally cause his best friend pain. “It’s okay. It was my fault.”
Five minutes later, Daehyun was laid out across the couch with the foot elevated on pillows.
“You know…” Daehyun started as Youngjae walked back into the room with an icepack that he tenderly placed on his best friend’s ankle, causing him to wince but at least the ice would soothe it. “You didn’t have to come home with me, precious boy.”
The younger man shook his head as he adjusted the pillow behind Daehyun’s back to make sure that he was propped up comfortably. “I know I didn’t.” He had a couple pain killers in his hand, a water bottle with it as he held both out to the other man “Take these, mister.” He spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument even if the man attempted it.
“Thanks…” The elder man had spoken while doing as he was told. He felt foolish for having reacted to that as he had when he should have been a man about it and kept dancing. It was just a rolled ankle. It would heal in a few days. There was no reason to baby him as much as Youngjae was. Though, he was grateful for the younger man’s presence, as he always was. Something about Youngjae’s presence always comforted him and made him feel…calm and content, like nothing could bring him down as long as the other vocalist was by his side. It was silly to think that way, but he couldn’t’ help it.
“Daehyun.” Youngjae snapped, his voice sharp. The elder man shook his head clear of the thoughts, having obviously been lost in his thoughts. “Take the pills before I shove them down your throat myself.” Daehyun had a feeling that Youngjae wasn’t joking and would quite literally do that happily…
Without further ado, Daehyun knocked back the two anti-inflammatory pills and took a large swig of the water. Once he was finished, Youngjae took the water and drank a bit for himself before sitting down next to his best friend.
“Just a few days of this, right?” Daehyun spoke as though he had been sitting there for hours, unable to move or do anything on his own.
This caused Youngjae to laugh. “Just a few days, mister.” He didn’t snap because he wasn’t angry and had no beef with Daehyun now that he was listening to the instructions from the company physician.
“Can we-“ Before Daehyun could even give a clue as to what the question was going to be, Youngjae held out the remote for the elder man, not even glancing at him though there was a small smirk on his lips. Daehyun felt a flutter in his chest at how well his best friend knew him. Though, Youngjae always stated that Daehyun wasn’t a hard guy to figure out. Other than food, he didn’t require much; which reminded him… “I’m hungry.”
“I ordered pizza when I was in the kitchen.”
There was that flutter again and then a small flush to Daehyun’s cheeks. The man really thought of everything when it came to caring for him.
Daehyun didn’t bother asking for anything else because it seemed like Youngjae knew before he did. Turning on the TV, they sat in a comfortable silence before the food arrived in which Daehyun devoured half of the pie simply because he could.
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Previous Chapter
Their promotions for No Mercy would be starting soon and they all wanted to get it perfect. It was a great song and they were excited to promote it, but of course that meant they were all working as hard as they possibly could. They were already known as one of the groups most believed were unfairly overworked. Most of them just didn’t know what to do on their downtime and prefer to be working as hard as they could to please their small but growing fan base.
During the chorus, the series of moves that they had all completed a dozen times over, a misjudgment in the stability of his foot led Daehyun into slipping onto the floor when he had jumped to separate his legs for the most popular move of this song.
He had dropped to the floor immediately, clutching his ankle with shock and pain written over his face. So far, none of them had come to any real injury and they were hoping to keep it that way. Injuries didn’t bode well for idols or their groups and Daehyun had been hoping to make this comeback without any hitches. Apparently, he wasn’t that lucky.
“Fuck!” He cried out in pain.
The music shut off immediately and the other guys along with the choreographer rushed over, the assistant leaving to call the manager. Youngjae was directly by Daehyun’s side within moments, his arm wrapping around him to give him something to lean against. The younger man’s eyes were wide with worry and concern and he was intensely afraid that something serious had happened to his best friend. Of course, he would be right by Daehyun’s side the entire time, but that didn’t meant that he wasn’t extremely concerned in the first place.
“Fuck…” Daehyun muttered out again and no one commented on his language in front of the maknae because it seemed like he was in tremendous pain. And Youngjae didn’t like this tremendous pain one bit. It hurt him to see his best friend hurt. “I think I sprained my ankle or something.”
The moment that Daehyun spoke those words, there was a collective gasp among those in the room. Having such an injury would be bad for them. They promoted in a week and a sprained ankle could take up to two weeks and all of this hard work on Daehyun’s part would be for naught. This would affect all of them and yet only Youngjae didn’t consider that. This was his best friend after all. He just cared for his wellbeing.
They all really hoped that Daehyun didn’t sprain his ankle.
Thankfully, it was only a rolled ankle that would heal in a few days with rest and ice.
Forty minutes later and Youngjae was helping Daehyun into the apartment. Daehyun’s arm was around the younger man’s shoulder and he was limping, but mostly hopping, into the dorm. He was then guided to the couch where he was deposited carefully.
“Ouch!” Daehyun cried out as it bumped into the corner table. Youngjae winced and looked to the other man apologetically because he would never intentionally cause his best friend pain. “It’s okay. It was my fault.”
Five minutes later, Daehyun was laid out across the couch with the foot elevated on pillows.
“You know…” Daehyun started as Youngjae walked back into the room with an icepack that he tenderly placed on his best friend’s ankle, causing him to wince but at least the ice would soothe it. “You didn’t have to come home with me, precious boy.”
The younger man shook his head as he adjusted the pillow behind Daehyun’s back to make sure that he was propped up comfortably. “I know I didn’t.” He had a couple pain killers in his hand, a water bottle with it as he held both out to the other man “Take these, mister.” He spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument even if the man attempted it.
“Thanks…” The elder man had spoken while doing as he was told. He felt foolish for having reacted to that as he had when he should have been a man about it and kept dancing. It was just a rolled ankle. It would heal in a few days. There was no reason to baby him as much as Youngjae was. Though, he was grateful for the younger man’s presence, as he always was. Something about Youngjae’s presence always comforted him and made him feel…calm and content, like nothing could bring him down as long as the other vocalist was by his side. It was silly to think that way, but he couldn’t’ help it.
“Daehyun.” Youngjae snapped, his voice sharp. The elder man shook his head clear of the thoughts, having obviously been lost in his thoughts. “Take the pills before I shove them down your throat myself.” Daehyun had a feeling that Youngjae wasn’t joking and would quite literally do that happily…
Without further ado, Daehyun knocked back the two anti-inflammatory pills and took a large swig of the water. Once he was finished, Youngjae took the water and drank a bit for himself before sitting down next to his best friend.
“Just a few days of this, right?” Daehyun spoke as though he had been sitting there for hours, unable to move or do anything on his own.
This caused Youngjae to laugh. “Just a few days, mister.” He didn’t snap because he wasn’t angry and had no beef with Daehyun now that he was listening to the instructions from the company physician.
“Can we-“ Before Daehyun could even give a clue as to what the question was going to be, Youngjae held out the remote for the elder man, not even glancing at him though there was a small smirk on his lips. Daehyun felt a flutter in his chest at how well his best friend knew him. Though, Youngjae always stated that Daehyun wasn’t a hard guy to figure out. Other than food, he didn’t require much; which reminded him… “I’m hungry.”
“I ordered pizza when I was in the kitchen.”
There was that flutter again and then a small flush to Daehyun’s cheeks. The man really thought of everything when it came to caring for him.
Daehyun didn’t bother asking for anything else because it seemed like Youngjae knew before he did. Turning on the TV, they sat in a comfortable silence before the food arrived in which Daehyun devoured half of the pie simply because he could.
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