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A year ago, Jieun had showed up at Younha's doorstep, one Sunday morning, looking lost and confused, suitcase in hand, and a guitar case slung over her bag.

"A-ah," she had stuttered. "Go Younha-sshi?"

Younha nodded. "Yeah, how may I help you?"

"I'm Lee Jieun," Jieun had introduced herself, giving her a 90 degree bow. "Kim Hyungsoo-oppa sent me— he said you might be able to give me board and lodging while I'm in Japan?"

Younha had stared at her in confusion for an entire minute, maybe even more, but then Jieun had quickly said, "I can help pay rent!"

But the reason Younha takes in Jieun is because she feels sorry for her, and because the younger girl reminds her of herself from a few years ago, newly arrived in Japan, lost, and barely speaking the language.

"Happy one year in Japan!" Younha greets Jieun when the latter wakes up, and walks into the living room. "What do you want for dinner later, I'll treat."

"Ah unnie!" Jieun exclaims, mouth forming an 'o'. "Has it really been a year?"

Younha laughs. "Doesn't feel like it, huh?"

"I'm so sorry for intruding on your space for such a long time," Jieun frowns.

Younha smiles at her. "You haven't been a bother, don't worry."

"But dinner doesn't have to special, unnie," Jieun tells her. "And I kind of have a gig tonight. Well not really a gig, but kind of, um, well there's an open mic night at this place. In town."

Younha smiles at her, amused. She finds it cute how Jieun tends to stumble all over her words.

"You should come!" Jieun declares, clapping her hands together excitedly.

"What time is it?" Younha asks. "I can try to swing by after work."

"The event starts around 7PM," Jieun says. "But you can come around 7:30 I guess."

"Okay, I'll be there," Younha says with a smile.

"Yay!" Jieun exclaims, enveloping Younha in a tight, excited hug. "Ah, actually, unnie," Jieun rambles even more excitedly, pulling away. "You should sing too! Or we can maybe sing together!"

"Oh, uh," Younha's face falls a little.

It's been a while since she last sang for an audience. Actually it's been a while since she last sang at all, she realises. She barely even hums in the shower these days. Her keyboard sits in the coner of her room, gathering dust, accompanied by the guitar she had bought, just before she flew from Korea to Japan.

She looks at Jieun, whose face is alight with excitement, and hopes, and youthful dreams— this is why Jieun used to remind her of herself. Younhs suddenly feels so old, and broken with time. Her dreams are at least that, she thinks. When she was younger, she felt that nothing can stop her. Music is what she loves, so music is what she will do, no matter how many hundred, or even thousands of rejections she gets.

And then one day, she just got fed up.

"Ah, I can't," she says, smiling, and trying to stop her sadness from showing. "I'm too old," and even as the words come out for her mouth she feels stupid for saying them. They sound so strange without context.

Jieun's brow creases, confused for a split second, but then she breaks out into a big smile.

"Don't be silly, unnie," she tells Younha. "No one is too old for music, and no one is too old for dreams."

Younha is surprised by her words, Jieun somehow knew what she meant, like the younger girl had somehow read her mind. She just smiles at Jieun, still a deflated, but somehow the smile Jieun flashes back at her gives her a little hope, like Jieun is sharing some of hers.

(That night they sing together, the two of them, and Younha suddenly remembers why she loves this— singing, the music, performing. And when they walk home together, Younha gives Jieun's hand a little squeeze, as if to say thank you, thank you for reminding me about things that mean a lot to me.

Jieun just looks at her, crinkles her nose, and lets out a little giggle.)

omg this is the most adorable thing in the universe♥ i love the entire premise - and idky i've always wanted fic with these two together but ahhh, this is so great that it makes me so insanely happyyyy♥

i love the idea of jieun helping younha regain her love for performing even though she thinks she's too old (lol i actually had a similar conversation with my mom, how weird is that?)♥♥♥ ty ty ty ty;;

when i saw them in your list i knew i'd def write them. precious, most talented, female performers ♥

and lol aww you and your mon :D

sobs they really are, i've always wanted them to have interaction tgt♥ i think jieun rly idolizes her so much♥

they were on director's cut christmas 2009, with na yoonkwon and brian joo iirc. but they didn't really interact, just the two of them. same when they did road of hope :(

when iu comes back this october i hope she goes on starry night ;~;

omg those two together for a radio show - imagine the luls that would be omg♥

( 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.

( 5 )

Jonghun has no idea when he got reduced to this, staring at his phone, waiting for Hongki's text or message, that he had gotten of his flight safely.

It's late, and he should probably sleep because he has to wake up early the next day for recording, but he's wide awake. Staring, like said, at his phone.

"Fuck you Hongki," he mumbles, finally throwing his phone across his bed, annoyed.

At himself or at Hongki, he's not sure, but what he's sure about is that he doesn't like how he has turned like this, constantly thinking about this one asshole.

Who isn't even a girl.

( 6 )

Hongki's kisses are usually rushed, hurried, like he's trying to just get over what they're doing as quick as he can. Usually.

They never ever talk about what they do, and most of the time Jonghun feels like it's just stress-relief for Hongki, and he thinks it's probably partly that for him as well.

Probably. But not really, and sometimes he hates himself for never having the courage to ask Hongki what the fuck in the world it is they're doing.

Except sometimes, for reasons Jonghun can never comprehend (and probably never will), Hongki likes to take things to slow, like he's taking in Jonghun's taste, and savoring it. Jonghun always grabs on to these precious opportunities, enjoying what he can out of whatever this is, thinking at the back of his mind that maybe he can finally ask Hongki if this means more than just nothing to him.

And then the morning after, Jonghun will wake up, as cowardly as ever, hating himself, until Hongki snuggles closer, and nuzzles his neck with his nose. Jonghun will just close his eyes then, because whatever this is, he'll take it for now.

*______________* this was such a pleasant surprise to come out of work to, omg. i love the way you write jongki, i love it so much. jonghun is so acutely aware of everything hongki does, and aaaaaaaaaaah, why is he like this, omg. why is this pairing otp, they're so frustrating but at the same time i love it so much and you write it the best in the universe. i esp love:

Probably. But not really, and sometimes he hates himself for never having the courage to ask Hongki what the fuck in the world it is they're doing.

I LOVE HOW MANY FEELINGS HE HAS, i just, don't have any other way to describe it♥ thank you so much bby ;~;♥♥♥

well this is the impression he gives when tweets and deletes a lot of shit regarding hongki. stupid stupid jonghun. but we love him anyway :(

and jongki is otp because we want jonghun happy? CRIES.

sobbbb, gdi jonghunnnn. :(

i wonder if he's ever tweeted him and told him that he loves him before deleting it right away. #ttlyobsessedfangirl

SO TRUE. :( just be happy, jonghunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

HAHAHA DYING. HE KNOWS FANS WOULD CATCH THAT SHIT FAST, HE'D NEVER. ...or would he D:

LOL YEAH, but WHAT IIIIF. he'd deny it like the plague and we'd be like 'BUT WE SAW IIIIT D:'

lol fuck him i'd screencap it if i saw it, hahaha.

lol right? he'd be like, I SEE YOUR PHOTOSHOP SKILLS ARE GENUINE. lolirl oh my go if this ever happened

HAHA on a slightly unrelated but still related note, now i want fic where jonghun tells hongki he loves him and then it all gets awkward not because of hongki, but because jonghun tries to take it back and pretends it never happened.

...omg yes please :( this is the greatest idea ever, lol

and then hongki is all "yeah ok whatever" and goes along with the pretense so jonghun is all WTF WHY IS HE NOT FREAKING OUT?!?!

god, jonghun, lmao.

oh my god why is he like this, oh my god, oh my god. screams. and then maybe they can go drinking and hongki can be like 'did you mean what you said?' and jonghun can be like 'mean what?' and then hongki will be like 'loooooooool probably not' or something

HAHAHAHAHA YESSSS. and then hongki will shrug it off all over again and jonghun will agonize about it, because all he really wants is for hongki to agonize about it and do something and notice him finally!!

AN ENDLESS CYCLE.

omg i feel so bad WE TORTURE HIM SO MUCH AAAH.

this is like 1 of the best Jongki fic i had ever read!!!!!part 3 pahliiii!!!

HE BRINGS IT UPON HIMSELF.

sorry this is cliche as fuq :( also we agreed on 300 minimum right? /o\

Jaejin only wakes up because the sun is peeping through the window and the rays were hitting him directly on the face. He shifts a little, and he wants to just go back to sleep again, but he figures if the sun is that high up, then it means it's at least noon already. He groans, feeling a headache coming up— he barely remembers anything that happened the night before, which is totally unlike him.

He stretches his arms and suddenly, he feels that there is someone on the bed beside him. He turns his head.

Shit.

And then flashes of the night before appear in his mind.

This is not the first this has happened to Jaejin, because for some reason he always, always, always allows himself to let go every time he meets up with his high school friends. For some reason, Kibum just needs to say the word, and they all fucking do.

He stares at the sleeping figure beside him and Jaejin vaguely remembers this exact same thing almost happening the last time they all met up. And it actually happening the time before that. And this isn't even counting that first time after they got high halfway through their senior year.

"Dongwoon," he says, abruptly shaking the other guy awake. "Dongwoonie."

"Asfdsgfhgfhj," Dongwoon mumbles, turning over to his other side.

"Dongwoon, wake up," Jaejin repeats, shaking him harder.

"Whasdfsgft?" Dongwoon groans, turning back around. "What?!"

Jaejin stares at him, and waits for him to comprehend things.

Dongwoon blinks and slowly sits up, looking around.

"Shit," he finally says. Jaejin just nods.

"Ugh my head hurts," Dongwoon mutters, rubbing his face with his palms and slowly lowering himself back on the bed.

"Kibum is going to kill us," Jaejin groans. "If he finds out."

Dongwoon sighs. "Yeah, probably. If he finds out."

And they both know it's true, and the words are said with absolutely no trace of any sort of joking manner in them, but for some reason both of them suddenly burst out laughing anyway.

"Fuck," Dongwoon says in between snorts and chuckles he can't contain.

"Yeah," Jaejin nods. "Fuck. I think that's what we did last night."

And then he goes back to laughing when Dongwoon jabs him hard with an elbow at his side.

screams at you, keysmashing morning dongwoon and jaejin's internally freaking out session - this was the cutest in the world. and just imagining it. and imagining key being furious. if he finds out. screams at you forever eee

i ♥ sparta!

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