Fanfic: All is Well
Title: All is Well
Type: Oneshot
Pairing: Seungho/Joon
Rate: G
Genre: Fluff
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The five members of MBLAQ were half-asleep when they leaned their backs on the elevator, waiting as it carried them to the floor where their dorm was located. The ‘ding’ sound made them jolted a bit and forcing their eyes open, except for the maknae who was seemed to be in the need to faint. Byunghee pulled his hands to guide him to their room, Chulyong defenselessly following, his soft mumbles were almost inaudible.
Sanghyun, who had the best control of his sleepiness, took the key from a bed-deprived Seungho and opened the door, the next second all of them walked in, briskly, and rushing to their respective beds. Or in Chulyong’s case, the nearest sofa. Changsun managed to wash his face first because he had had a bad experience with pimples.
The leader laid himself on his small, crackly bed, closing his eyes with the sound of Byunghee throwing himself on his own bed in the next room and Sanghyun dragging his unconscious dongsaeng from couch to his bed. After five minutes or some, all the noisiness were gone, small snores replacing.
Seungho didn’t know how long he had shut his eyes, but he was sure he hadn’t been sleeping, because there were subconscious thoughts that kept on telling him to do his duties as the team leader. Windows, the thought talking to him, we didn’t even have a chance to open them this morning, he thought back. Boiler, it was telling him, but no one cooked anything, Seungho groaned. Lights, water… told his brain in a rhythm, as if it was singing. No lights, it’s dark everywhere… as for water…
Changsun. Bathroom.
Rubbing his sleepiness away from his eyes (and failed miserably, he was too exhausted), Seungho rose to his feet and walked (or practically dragging his feet along like a zombie) to their shared bathroom, turned on the lights, and found the sink still half-on, small amount of water running, and he immediately turned the tap. He placed his hands on the bathroom wall to support his body, feeling the familiar dizziness coming whenever he was worn out.
“Hyung…?” a small voice cracked.
Seungho tilted his head to look at the owner of the voice, he knew the voice too well. “Hey. Why are you not in bed?”
Changsun slowly approaching him, a glimpse of guilt on his eyes. He looked at Seungho, pointed his finger to the sink, and lowered his gaze again, his mouth formed a small sad pout.
The eldest who had watched his member’s expression with much amusement, couldn’t suppress his smile and laughed eventually, earning bigger pout from the younger. Seungho ruffled Joon’s hair and pulled him for an embrace, whispering `It’s okay`s to the latter’s ear. Changsun writhed a bit and let himself drowned under his warmth, the sobering heat from his leader’s hands rubbing his back soothingly.
Sure, Seungho was tired sick but watching Changsun sleeping peacefully next to him, somehow, swept all the heavy thoughts he had. And maybe, just maybe, as long as he had Changsun with him he could bear any hurtful feelings coming and deal with them, because he knew Changsun would lessen them all, and all will be well.
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A/N: … What is this crap? *facepalms* Goodbye, my writing muse, goodbye forever *cries*
Type: Oneshot
Pairing: Seungho/Joon
Rate: G
Genre: Fluff
--~*~--
The five members of MBLAQ were half-asleep when they leaned their backs on the elevator, waiting as it carried them to the floor where their dorm was located. The ‘ding’ sound made them jolted a bit and forcing their eyes open, except for the maknae who was seemed to be in the need to faint. Byunghee pulled his hands to guide him to their room, Chulyong defenselessly following, his soft mumbles were almost inaudible.
Sanghyun, who had the best control of his sleepiness, took the key from a bed-deprived Seungho and opened the door, the next second all of them walked in, briskly, and rushing to their respective beds. Or in Chulyong’s case, the nearest sofa. Changsun managed to wash his face first because he had had a bad experience with pimples.
The leader laid himself on his small, crackly bed, closing his eyes with the sound of Byunghee throwing himself on his own bed in the next room and Sanghyun dragging his unconscious dongsaeng from couch to his bed. After five minutes or some, all the noisiness were gone, small snores replacing.
Seungho didn’t know how long he had shut his eyes, but he was sure he hadn’t been sleeping, because there were subconscious thoughts that kept on telling him to do his duties as the team leader. Windows, the thought talking to him, we didn’t even have a chance to open them this morning, he thought back. Boiler, it was telling him, but no one cooked anything, Seungho groaned. Lights, water… told his brain in a rhythm, as if it was singing. No lights, it’s dark everywhere… as for water…
Changsun. Bathroom.
Rubbing his sleepiness away from his eyes (and failed miserably, he was too exhausted), Seungho rose to his feet and walked (or practically dragging his feet along like a zombie) to their shared bathroom, turned on the lights, and found the sink still half-on, small amount of water running, and he immediately turned the tap. He placed his hands on the bathroom wall to support his body, feeling the familiar dizziness coming whenever he was worn out.
“Hyung…?” a small voice cracked.
Seungho tilted his head to look at the owner of the voice, he knew the voice too well. “Hey. Why are you not in bed?”
Changsun slowly approaching him, a glimpse of guilt on his eyes. He looked at Seungho, pointed his finger to the sink, and lowered his gaze again, his mouth formed a small sad pout.
The eldest who had watched his member’s expression with much amusement, couldn’t suppress his smile and laughed eventually, earning bigger pout from the younger. Seungho ruffled Joon’s hair and pulled him for an embrace, whispering `It’s okay`s to the latter’s ear. Changsun writhed a bit and let himself drowned under his warmth, the sobering heat from his leader’s hands rubbing his back soothingly.
Sure, Seungho was tired sick but watching Changsun sleeping peacefully next to him, somehow, swept all the heavy thoughts he had. And maybe, just maybe, as long as he had Changsun with him he could bear any hurtful feelings coming and deal with them, because he knew Changsun would lessen them all, and all will be well.
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A/N: … What is this crap? *facepalms* Goodbye, my writing muse, goodbye forever *cries*