white (oneshot)
Title: White
Pairing: Suhoon/Jisang
Genre: future
Word Count: 1308
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: White and weddings go hand in hand.
The room is blindingly white when they enter- white tablecloths, white candles, white carnations strewn everywhere, and at the very center, a woman in a magnificent white dress. Suhoon blinks as if his eyes need to adjust, and someone nudges him from behind.
"Keep moving," Hyunmin orders, shoving Suhoon a little harder. After a brief hesitation, he complies, shuffling forward into the large, open room. Guests mingle, sipping champagne and smiling perfect smiles with perfect, white teeth. A waiter glides by, a glass is placed in Suhoon's hand, and then he's gone again. He doesn't have to look to know that Hyunmin is still beside him, watching. He takes a sip, then sputters when someone else enters through a door across the hall.
He looks taller than Suhoon remembers, as if that were even possible. Suhoon thinks it must be because they haven't seen each other in a long time. Counting back the days, then weeks, then months, he can't figure out exactly how long it's been. Long enough for Jisang to get a girlfriend, then suddenly engaged, without anyone knowing, that much is certain.
Jisang looks good, and Suhoon can't admit it without feeling just a tad bitter. He doesn't look like the Jisang he knows. He isn't tired, he's gained a little weight, and as much as Suhoon hates using the phrase, he's glowing. The woman in white beams as Jisang walks across the hall, waving at this guest and that guest, before standing proud at her side with one hand resting gently on her waist. Suhoon struggles to take another sip as he tries to recall her name from the invitation.
A hand grabs his elbow, propelling him forward. "Might as well go say hello," Hyunmin grumbles, a forced smile on his face as they make their way through the crowd. They spot Hyunchul and Injoon standing in a corner, but Hyunmin keeps Suhoon moving, ignoring the panicked looks on their friends' faces.
Jisang still hasn't noticed, Suhoon thinks to himself. Just one sharp tug and he could free himself from Hyunmin's grip and be out of there. He could pretend he didn't come at all. He never got the invitation. He was out of town. The only people who would know the truth would be Hyunmin, Hyunchul and Injoon, but they wouldn't dare say anything. Jisang would be none-the-wiser. Maybe that would be better than-
Hyunmin shoves him, hard and quite suddenly, into the view of the newlyweds. He nearly trips and a good portion of the guests turn to look at the man steadying himself awkwardly before the bride and groom. He's hesitant to look at Jisang, but when he finally raises his eyes, Jisang's smiling with surprised eyes. He clears the distance between them in two steps and hugs Suhoon, tightly, laughing into Suhoon's shoulder.
"I didn't think you were coming," he mumbles so that only Suhoon can hear.
"Sorry I'm late."
After a brief introduction to the bride, whose name Suhoon still can't seem to keep straight, and a quiet congratulations, Jisang pulls Suhoon off to the side, still grinning. "Why didn't you call me?" he demands, but with no hurt or anger in his voice, just excitement. "I thought maybe you didn't get the invitation or something."
Suhoon shrugs. "Sorry." He knows he's supposed to be smiling, but he can't manage it and Jisang doesn't seem to mind. Then again, Jisang was always able to tell what Suhoon was thinking despite his expression.
"So gloomy," he chuckles, again as if reading Suhoon's mind. "Tired? You guys have been so busy lately. Congrats, by the way. It's about time you won an award."
"I'm fine. We're all very happy about the award." He sips at his drink. "Though I'm not surprised it took us so long to win. We started out pretty rough. We've always been missing something." Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jisang frown, his mouth a tight line, and Suhoon coughs. "But now isn't the time for you to be congratulating us," he adds quickly. "Have you seen the others?"
A nod. "Yeah. Hyunchul, Gwangchul and Jihwan were able to make it to the ceremony, but Gwangchul cut out as soon as Injoon arrived for the reception, just before you and Hyunmin arrived." He sighs, smile returning. "They're still working it out, I guess."
A laugh escapes him despite himself. "If it makes you feel any better, Injoon spends most of his time nowadays at Gwangchul's place, so this must be a fairly recent argument." They look over to where Injoon is standing, with Hyunmin, and wave to them. Hyunmin raises his empty glass in a late toast, winking.
"That does make me feel better," he says, making a face at Hyunmin, who laughs from across the room. "Now, how about you two?" Suhoon almost chokes on his drink, hiding a smile by wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"What about us?"
Jisang rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his drink before handing it to a passing waiter. A ways away, the bride waves at him, and he waves back. Suddenly Suhoon wishes he hadn't finished his own drink, but doesn't feel like chasing down another waiter. Not that Jisang would let him, as he turns on Suhoon, a knowing look in his eye. "He still hasn't got a clue, am I right?" Because Jisang starts chuckling, so does Suhoon. It was funny how the person who knew Suhoon better than anyone could be so wrong about one very important thing.
But, as usual, just as he did back when they were all together on stage and off, he plays along. "No, Hyunmin still doesn't know." A friendly arm wraps around Suhoon's shoulders and Jisang rests his head on Suhoon's.
"I'm still rooting for you two, Suhoon. You deserve to be happy." Suhoon isn't sure if he's talking about the band or just him and Hyunmin. Maybe both.
"I know. Thank you," he replies, so quietly he almost whispers.
"You want me to be happy, too, right?" Now they're both whispering.
"Of course."
Jisang lifts his head, gazing at his guests. "You know, it's funny. I see all of this, and I think of you. Even before you two showed up, I was thinking that this reminded me of you."
Suhoon feels himself blushing, and asks indignantly, "Me?" What he gets in return is a pat on the head.
"Look at all the white. It reminds me of you, or do you not remember your old stage name?" His wags a finger at Suhoon, who frowns despite himself.
"Of course I do!" Satisfied, Jisang returns his gaze to the room.
"Weddings remind me of you. Snow reminds me of you. Anything white reminds me of you, Suhoon. I think white's always been my favorite color."
An odd feeling in his chest makes it hard for Suhoon to breathe. Jisang chuckles, gives him another pat on the head. After a moment, Suhoon finally replies: "I've always hated white."
A freshly waxed, white car pulls around in front of the reception hall. The bride and groom jog to the vehicle through a snowfall of white rose petals thrown by the guests. The last glimpse Suhoon and Hyunmin get of Jisang is a grin over the shoulder as he drives away. The bouquet sails out from the passenger side, nearly smacking Suhoon in the face before being snatched up by a young woman who immediately eyes up Hyunmin. One look at her, and Hyunmin throws his arm around Suhoon's shoulder and gives her an apologetic shrug. She scurries away with a scandalized look on her face.
Suhoon's gaze is still on the empty spot where the car used to be. Hyunmin squeezes him gently. "He still hasn't got a clue," he says, and it's not a question.
"Not a damn clue," Suhoon grumbles.
Pairing: Suhoon/Jisang
Genre: future
Word Count: 1308
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: White and weddings go hand in hand.
The room is blindingly white when they enter- white tablecloths, white candles, white carnations strewn everywhere, and at the very center, a woman in a magnificent white dress. Suhoon blinks as if his eyes need to adjust, and someone nudges him from behind.
"Keep moving," Hyunmin orders, shoving Suhoon a little harder. After a brief hesitation, he complies, shuffling forward into the large, open room. Guests mingle, sipping champagne and smiling perfect smiles with perfect, white teeth. A waiter glides by, a glass is placed in Suhoon's hand, and then he's gone again. He doesn't have to look to know that Hyunmin is still beside him, watching. He takes a sip, then sputters when someone else enters through a door across the hall.
He looks taller than Suhoon remembers, as if that were even possible. Suhoon thinks it must be because they haven't seen each other in a long time. Counting back the days, then weeks, then months, he can't figure out exactly how long it's been. Long enough for Jisang to get a girlfriend, then suddenly engaged, without anyone knowing, that much is certain.
Jisang looks good, and Suhoon can't admit it without feeling just a tad bitter. He doesn't look like the Jisang he knows. He isn't tired, he's gained a little weight, and as much as Suhoon hates using the phrase, he's glowing. The woman in white beams as Jisang walks across the hall, waving at this guest and that guest, before standing proud at her side with one hand resting gently on her waist. Suhoon struggles to take another sip as he tries to recall her name from the invitation.
A hand grabs his elbow, propelling him forward. "Might as well go say hello," Hyunmin grumbles, a forced smile on his face as they make their way through the crowd. They spot Hyunchul and Injoon standing in a corner, but Hyunmin keeps Suhoon moving, ignoring the panicked looks on their friends' faces.
Jisang still hasn't noticed, Suhoon thinks to himself. Just one sharp tug and he could free himself from Hyunmin's grip and be out of there. He could pretend he didn't come at all. He never got the invitation. He was out of town. The only people who would know the truth would be Hyunmin, Hyunchul and Injoon, but they wouldn't dare say anything. Jisang would be none-the-wiser. Maybe that would be better than-
Hyunmin shoves him, hard and quite suddenly, into the view of the newlyweds. He nearly trips and a good portion of the guests turn to look at the man steadying himself awkwardly before the bride and groom. He's hesitant to look at Jisang, but when he finally raises his eyes, Jisang's smiling with surprised eyes. He clears the distance between them in two steps and hugs Suhoon, tightly, laughing into Suhoon's shoulder.
"I didn't think you were coming," he mumbles so that only Suhoon can hear.
"Sorry I'm late."
After a brief introduction to the bride, whose name Suhoon still can't seem to keep straight, and a quiet congratulations, Jisang pulls Suhoon off to the side, still grinning. "Why didn't you call me?" he demands, but with no hurt or anger in his voice, just excitement. "I thought maybe you didn't get the invitation or something."
Suhoon shrugs. "Sorry." He knows he's supposed to be smiling, but he can't manage it and Jisang doesn't seem to mind. Then again, Jisang was always able to tell what Suhoon was thinking despite his expression.
"So gloomy," he chuckles, again as if reading Suhoon's mind. "Tired? You guys have been so busy lately. Congrats, by the way. It's about time you won an award."
"I'm fine. We're all very happy about the award." He sips at his drink. "Though I'm not surprised it took us so long to win. We started out pretty rough. We've always been missing something." Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jisang frown, his mouth a tight line, and Suhoon coughs. "But now isn't the time for you to be congratulating us," he adds quickly. "Have you seen the others?"
A nod. "Yeah. Hyunchul, Gwangchul and Jihwan were able to make it to the ceremony, but Gwangchul cut out as soon as Injoon arrived for the reception, just before you and Hyunmin arrived." He sighs, smile returning. "They're still working it out, I guess."
A laugh escapes him despite himself. "If it makes you feel any better, Injoon spends most of his time nowadays at Gwangchul's place, so this must be a fairly recent argument." They look over to where Injoon is standing, with Hyunmin, and wave to them. Hyunmin raises his empty glass in a late toast, winking.
"That does make me feel better," he says, making a face at Hyunmin, who laughs from across the room. "Now, how about you two?" Suhoon almost chokes on his drink, hiding a smile by wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"What about us?"
Jisang rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his drink before handing it to a passing waiter. A ways away, the bride waves at him, and he waves back. Suddenly Suhoon wishes he hadn't finished his own drink, but doesn't feel like chasing down another waiter. Not that Jisang would let him, as he turns on Suhoon, a knowing look in his eye. "He still hasn't got a clue, am I right?" Because Jisang starts chuckling, so does Suhoon. It was funny how the person who knew Suhoon better than anyone could be so wrong about one very important thing.
But, as usual, just as he did back when they were all together on stage and off, he plays along. "No, Hyunmin still doesn't know." A friendly arm wraps around Suhoon's shoulders and Jisang rests his head on Suhoon's.
"I'm still rooting for you two, Suhoon. You deserve to be happy." Suhoon isn't sure if he's talking about the band or just him and Hyunmin. Maybe both.
"I know. Thank you," he replies, so quietly he almost whispers.
"You want me to be happy, too, right?" Now they're both whispering.
"Of course."
Jisang lifts his head, gazing at his guests. "You know, it's funny. I see all of this, and I think of you. Even before you two showed up, I was thinking that this reminded me of you."
Suhoon feels himself blushing, and asks indignantly, "Me?" What he gets in return is a pat on the head.
"Look at all the white. It reminds me of you, or do you not remember your old stage name?" His wags a finger at Suhoon, who frowns despite himself.
"Of course I do!" Satisfied, Jisang returns his gaze to the room.
"Weddings remind me of you. Snow reminds me of you. Anything white reminds me of you, Suhoon. I think white's always been my favorite color."
An odd feeling in his chest makes it hard for Suhoon to breathe. Jisang chuckles, gives him another pat on the head. After a moment, Suhoon finally replies: "I've always hated white."
A freshly waxed, white car pulls around in front of the reception hall. The bride and groom jog to the vehicle through a snowfall of white rose petals thrown by the guests. The last glimpse Suhoon and Hyunmin get of Jisang is a grin over the shoulder as he drives away. The bouquet sails out from the passenger side, nearly smacking Suhoon in the face before being snatched up by a young woman who immediately eyes up Hyunmin. One look at her, and Hyunmin throws his arm around Suhoon's shoulder and gives her an apologetic shrug. She scurries away with a scandalized look on her face.
Suhoon's gaze is still on the empty spot where the car used to be. Hyunmin squeezes him gently. "He still hasn't got a clue," he says, and it's not a question.
"Not a damn clue," Suhoon grumbles.