"You okay?" Hongki asks Jonghun before getting off the van.
Jonghun just sits there, staring outside the window.
"Dude, yo. Jonghun, you okay?" Hongki repeats, waving a hand in front of the other man's face, trying to get his attention.
Jonghun turns to look at Hongki, a little dazed. "Huh? Yeah, I'm good," he says. "Go have fun, do your thing."
Hongki grins. "Yeah, you know I will. Cover for me, okay?"
Jonghun snorts. "Of course."
"See you at home!" Hongki tells him, winking at him slyly before he shuts the van door and trounces off to go on his secret date.
"Where's Hongki?" The manager asks when he gets back to the van, Jaejin and Minhwan and Seunghyun in tow.
"He'll get home later on his own," Jonghun mumbles, ignoring the way their manager's face contorts into a frown.
( 2 )
"Fuck!" Hongki's high-pitched profanity rings throughout the dorm, and Jonghun rushes to his room, concerned.
"What happened?" He asked, looking around, wondering what the hell is wrong this time.
"Have you seen my favorite shirt?" Hongki's room has always been a mess, but even more so now, clothes strewn all over the bed, and the floor.
"Which one?" Jonghun asks.
"The black and red one," Hongki answers. "With the skull pattern around the collar and the bottom hem."
"Ah!" Jonghun says, remembering something. "I think it got into the communal pile of clothes and Seunghyun grabbed it unthinkingly when we went out for dinner the other night."
Hongki frowns. "Seunghyun-ah!!!!!" He screams, annoyed.
"Christ, Hongki, calm down," Jonghun tells him. "It's just a fucking shirt."
"It's my fucking shirt," Hongki snaps. "You know how touchy I am with my personal things."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jonghun apologises. "I should've made him change, but we were in a hurry."
"Whatever," Hongki says, and grabbing the nearest shirt he can, and putting it on. "I'm going out."
Jonghun sighs as Hongki walks out of the room, and he raises his arms in the air out of frustration. He hates days when Hongki obviously gets up on the wrong side of the bed.
( 3 )
"It's so quiet with Hongki-hyung around isn't it?" Minhwan muses out loud one time, while Hongki is off alone in Japan, working on his own.
"Mhm," Jonghun nods, simply poring through the music sheet he is trying to study.
"Seunghyun is working really hard to fill in for the silence though," Jaejin remarks teasingly, and Seunghyun's laughter resounds throughout the practice room.
Jonghun remains quiet. He misses Hongki too much to say anything.
"Hyung," there is suddenly someone whispering in his ear, voice low, but teasing. "Hyung," the person repeats. It's Seunghyun.
"What?" Jonghun deadpans.
"You miss Hongki-hyung don't you?" Seunghyun asks, his voice suddenly so soft, that his words barely register to Jonghun. "You're too attached."
( 4 )
"Hey," Hongki grins at him, holding out a closed fist for Jonghun to bump.
They have a ritual, the two of them, one that they do right before big performances, right before the important concerts.
Jonghun smiles at him, and meets Hongki's fist with his own.
"Budokan, huh?" Hongki says.
"We're really here," Jonghun says.
"Couldn't have done it without each other." Hongki says it so simply, so matter-of-factly, that Jonghun almost gets whiplash when he snaps his head around to look at Hongki.
They're words that don't really come out often of Hongki's mouth. Jonghun grins. "Nope, couldn't have," he says.
jongki - fine line between love and hate, 837w [1/2]
( 1 )
"You okay?" Hongki asks Jonghun before getting off the van.
Jonghun just sits there, staring outside the window.
"Dude, yo. Jonghun, you okay?" Hongki repeats, waving a hand in front of the other man's face, trying to get his attention.
Jonghun turns to look at Hongki, a little dazed. "Huh? Yeah, I'm good," he says. "Go have fun, do your thing."
Hongki grins. "Yeah, you know I will. Cover for me, okay?"
Jonghun snorts. "Of course."
"See you at home!" Hongki tells him, winking at him slyly before he shuts the van door and trounces off to go on his secret date.
"Where's Hongki?" The manager asks when he gets back to the van, Jaejin and Minhwan and Seunghyun in tow.
"He'll get home later on his own," Jonghun mumbles, ignoring the way their manager's face contorts into a frown.
( 2 )
"Fuck!" Hongki's high-pitched profanity rings throughout the dorm, and Jonghun rushes to his room, concerned.
"What happened?" He asked, looking around, wondering what the hell is wrong this time.
"Have you seen my favorite shirt?" Hongki's room has always been a mess, but even more so now, clothes strewn all over the bed, and the floor.
"Which one?" Jonghun asks.
"The black and red one," Hongki answers. "With the skull pattern around the collar and the bottom hem."
"Ah!" Jonghun says, remembering something. "I think it got into the communal pile of clothes and Seunghyun grabbed it unthinkingly when we went out for dinner the other night."
Hongki frowns. "Seunghyun-ah!!!!!" He screams, annoyed.
"Christ, Hongki, calm down," Jonghun tells him. "It's just a fucking shirt."
"It's my fucking shirt," Hongki snaps. "You know how touchy I am with my personal things."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jonghun apologises. "I should've made him change, but we were in a hurry."
"Whatever," Hongki says, and grabbing the nearest shirt he can, and putting it on. "I'm going out."
Jonghun sighs as Hongki walks out of the room, and he raises his arms in the air out of frustration. He hates days when Hongki obviously gets up on the wrong side of the bed.
( 3 )
"It's so quiet with Hongki-hyung around isn't it?" Minhwan muses out loud one time, while Hongki is off alone in Japan, working on his own.
"Mhm," Jonghun nods, simply poring through the music sheet he is trying to study.
"Seunghyun is working really hard to fill in for the silence though," Jaejin remarks teasingly, and Seunghyun's laughter resounds throughout the practice room.
Jonghun remains quiet. He misses Hongki too much to say anything.
"Hyung," there is suddenly someone whispering in his ear, voice low, but teasing. "Hyung," the person repeats. It's Seunghyun.
"What?" Jonghun deadpans.
"You miss Hongki-hyung don't you?" Seunghyun asks, his voice suddenly so soft, that his words barely register to Jonghun. "You're too attached."
( 4 )
"Hey," Hongki grins at him, holding out a closed fist for Jonghun to bump.
They have a ritual, the two of them, one that they do right before big performances, right before the important concerts.
Jonghun smiles at him, and meets Hongki's fist with his own.
"Budokan, huh?" Hongki says.
"We're really here," Jonghun says.
"Couldn't have done it without each other." Hongki says it so simply, so matter-of-factly, that Jonghun almost gets whiplash when he snaps his head around to look at Hongki.
They're words that don't really come out often of Hongki's mouth. Jonghun grins. "Nope, couldn't have," he says.