WooSu: Stuck in the Middle
Title: Stuck in the Middle
Rating: PG
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Wooyoung/Junsu
Word Count: 624
Summary: Wooyoung needs a pillar.
stuck in the middle
Junsu lies awake at night, staying up long after Taekyeon stops clicking away at his laptop. As he counts the sheep in his head, Junsu starts to wonder when things started to change. When Jaebum left? Possibly, Junsu muses, but it’s been long before then too … hasn’t it?
Junsu’s unsure. Just like he always has been.
*
In between the performances backstage Wooyoung slips fingers between Junsu’s. Junsu doesn’t say anything but squeezes back softly, lets the words he’s unable to say flow through his hand and into Wooyoung. Wooyoung needs a pillar to lean on and Junsu’s not deaf. When Wooyoung’s eyes are on him, reaching out half-way to touch Junsu on the shoulder, Junsu can hear the screaming. Junsu can hear the way Wooyoung struggles to keep himself together with every stretch of his body, with every note he hits and -
Wooyoung wants Junsu to be his pillar.
Junsu’s not sure if he can.
*
It happens unexpectedly. Wooyoung dents Junsu’s feelings in just the right places with bruised fingers and chipping nails. Junsu is taken aback at how sudden everything is. He’s not ready for this, not ready for the oncoming heart ache that’s evident in every relationship he’s ever been in.
Wooyoung takes Junsu’s own hand in his, brushing his lips lightly across Junsu’s jaw line. “We’ll be okay.”
Junsu’s not sure how it happens, how instead of being the pillar Wooyoung needs it’s reversed. Yet, he brings a hand up to cup the side of Wooyoung’s cheek, smiling.
*
Somehow, it gets into Junsu’s head that this is all wrong. There shouldn’t be this rushing feeling that pushes at the caves of his chest when Wooyoung holds his hand in public. Everyone takes mistakes it as friendship but Junsu knows better, especially when Wooyoung’s eyes glaze over as he looks at him.
Junsu should push Wooyoung away when he climbs into his bed at night. Junsu should tell Wooyoung to go back into his own instead of pulling him closer. Junsu shouldn’t have kissed him back, shouldn’t have pushed him into the bed fisting a handful of his hair. There’s a lot of things that Junsu should have done but didn’t.
Junsu could have stopped this. He could have thrown up a wall between the two of them, could have said no. And he would have. He would have because it’s right thing to do. But there’s this heat that pools in his stomach, looping into a knot that has him gasping for air every time Wooyoung touches him.
In between trying to figure out the line of right and wrong it blurs. It blurs so much that Junsu’s no longer seeing straight. He wonders if he’s stuck in the middle of good and bad, right and wrong.
He looks over at Wooyoung, whose eyes are closed and feigning sleep. He doesn’t know why this happened - why they started off as friends and now this. He’s not sure if he should give this a name, not sure because -
And then Wooyoung opens his eyes, reaching out towards Junsu pulling him closer closer closer.
“You think too much,” he whispers.
*
There are days where Junsu’s still uncertain, where he’ll stop in the middle of whatever he’s doing to think if this is really right. And Wooyoung will storm in with brighter eyes and a surer heart, wrapping it around Junsu so close and so tight. And Junsu will take Wooyoung’s confidence in small doses; will take Wooyoung’s heart in larger doses because it’s all he can do.
At the end of the day, Junsu is still unsure but he’ll close that door as soon as he feels Wooyoung’s hand slip in between the open space of his own.
Rating: PG
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Wooyoung/Junsu
Word Count: 624
Summary: Wooyoung needs a pillar.
stuck in the middle
Junsu lies awake at night, staying up long after Taekyeon stops clicking away at his laptop. As he counts the sheep in his head, Junsu starts to wonder when things started to change. When Jaebum left? Possibly, Junsu muses, but it’s been long before then too … hasn’t it?
Junsu’s unsure. Just like he always has been.
*
In between the performances backstage Wooyoung slips fingers between Junsu’s. Junsu doesn’t say anything but squeezes back softly, lets the words he’s unable to say flow through his hand and into Wooyoung. Wooyoung needs a pillar to lean on and Junsu’s not deaf. When Wooyoung’s eyes are on him, reaching out half-way to touch Junsu on the shoulder, Junsu can hear the screaming. Junsu can hear the way Wooyoung struggles to keep himself together with every stretch of his body, with every note he hits and -
Wooyoung wants Junsu to be his pillar.
Junsu’s not sure if he can.
*
It happens unexpectedly. Wooyoung dents Junsu’s feelings in just the right places with bruised fingers and chipping nails. Junsu is taken aback at how sudden everything is. He’s not ready for this, not ready for the oncoming heart ache that’s evident in every relationship he’s ever been in.
Wooyoung takes Junsu’s own hand in his, brushing his lips lightly across Junsu’s jaw line. “We’ll be okay.”
Junsu’s not sure how it happens, how instead of being the pillar Wooyoung needs it’s reversed. Yet, he brings a hand up to cup the side of Wooyoung’s cheek, smiling.
*
Somehow, it gets into Junsu’s head that this is all wrong. There shouldn’t be this rushing feeling that pushes at the caves of his chest when Wooyoung holds his hand in public. Everyone takes mistakes it as friendship but Junsu knows better, especially when Wooyoung’s eyes glaze over as he looks at him.
Junsu should push Wooyoung away when he climbs into his bed at night. Junsu should tell Wooyoung to go back into his own instead of pulling him closer. Junsu shouldn’t have kissed him back, shouldn’t have pushed him into the bed fisting a handful of his hair. There’s a lot of things that Junsu should have done but didn’t.
Junsu could have stopped this. He could have thrown up a wall between the two of them, could have said no. And he would have. He would have because it’s right thing to do. But there’s this heat that pools in his stomach, looping into a knot that has him gasping for air every time Wooyoung touches him.
In between trying to figure out the line of right and wrong it blurs. It blurs so much that Junsu’s no longer seeing straight. He wonders if he’s stuck in the middle of good and bad, right and wrong.
He looks over at Wooyoung, whose eyes are closed and feigning sleep. He doesn’t know why this happened - why they started off as friends and now this. He’s not sure if he should give this a name, not sure because -
And then Wooyoung opens his eyes, reaching out towards Junsu pulling him closer closer closer.
“You think too much,” he whispers.
*
There are days where Junsu’s still uncertain, where he’ll stop in the middle of whatever he’s doing to think if this is really right. And Wooyoung will storm in with brighter eyes and a surer heart, wrapping it around Junsu so close and so tight. And Junsu will take Wooyoung’s confidence in small doses; will take Wooyoung’s heart in larger doses because it’s all he can do.
At the end of the day, Junsu is still unsure but he’ll close that door as soon as he feels Wooyoung’s hand slip in between the open space of his own.