Ok, there may or may not be some 'Fact', but there is probably a lot of 'Fiction'al stuff in here, (see what i did there, ne? "3), because EVERYONE who ships Dongseung/Hyunwoon - Dongwoon tops either way - knows how rare (not even kidding, rarest pairing I've ever seen EVER) the opt is to see in action. Anyway, I'm having a conflict in my ship-ment with the other pairings, because I ship 2Jun/Kiseob/Junkwang/Dookwang - I pretty much pimped out Doojoon the most... - so I've made this really strange love square and soo...unfortunately, no Junkwang in this, but plan to write Junkwang BEFORE 2Jun and Kiseob. Aha, my other stories are still in-progress, though I'm just taking a break from them; -^ ^-' it's not a hiatus, not like I've run dry of ideas, just there have been others I've been GUSHING with to do, so I'm trying to work on k-pop/pacific opts AND my...um...western opts(?). Um...yeah. AND! School! I'm getting used to highschool, alright? Please be patient THANK YOU~. ｶﾍｿﾁﾆｭｾｳ｢`B
The random romanized Korean (because there WILL be a few lines in every chapter)...if you speak Korean and this seems incorrect, please leave it be! I don't aim to actually learn Korean until I manage Japanese, but the places I put it seemed like the right places for it to be. I put all the English translations (as far as I could to my ability) at the bottom, in order (just amazing, ne?).
Pairings: Dongseung (Dongwoon x Hyunseung); Mentioned! Dooseob (Doojoon x Yoseob), Mentioned! 2Jun (Doojoon x Junhyung), Imaginary! Junseung.
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/General
"lala" - out loud
"lala" - in head
'lala' - something said/written in the past, remembered
'lala' - the title of something
Prolouge
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"And BEAST is the winner!"
Dongwoon gaped, a shocked smile forming on his face. He turned to Yoseob, patting him on the back in good gesture and happiness, when he felt two arms slide up his shoulders, slightly turning him until he got the hint to do it himself. All he saw was fiery orange before the arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him tightly and whispering, "Woonie, we did it, ne? I didn't think we'd do it this time but we did."
Ch. 1
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Dongwoon was sure something was different.
Well, not about him - he'd gone through puberty, he was sure - or really anything to do with him. But yet, it did.
Because it had much to do with Hyunseung, and how he'd been acting lately.
Dongwoon already knew, well, he knew when he was sure of what it was - this kind of thing wasn't easy for him to explain - but, to put it simply, he knew the feelings he had for his very 4D and very pretty hyung were a bit more than what he would normally feel towards a friend, or an older friend - but Hyunseung was a special case, as many knew - in most situations, especially not one of his male friends. Yes, he became flustered when Kikwang would kiss his hand during their 'Oasis' performances, or embarrased when Yoseob would pat his cheek softly, but he was pretty much like that around everyone he knew.
Something, though, about Hyunseung was different. No, not different now, he'd get to that difference soon enough. Different from the beginning. When he'd stuck his hand out to Hyunseung, his luggage in his other hand and backpack straining his back, and given a cheerful 'Hello' and smile, the other boy had stared for a few seconds, neutral, as if not really seeing him, until his eyes focused and coincidentally zoned in on Dongwoon's upper lip, before simply stating, 'You have a moustache.' was when Dongwoon knew he would be different. As far as he could remember, he'd gotten a warm greeting from everyone else - Junhyung didn't count - and became close quite fast. He'd joke and laugh and tell secrets and play tricks; they were basically like his best friends. Except Hyunseung. He'd never spoken, really, directly to Dongwoon, and certainly not alone. The first actual conversation he could remember having with Hyunseung was one day two months after he'd moved in, and while he thought he was the only one in the dorm, quietly singing to himself while he read his manga. A head had popped up from below, literally out of nowhere. Dongwoon remembered, embarrassingly so, that he'd screamed, starting in his bed.
The doe-eyes belonging to said head blinked as the corners of its mouth tugged slightly, until Dongwoon realized it wasn't a head - well, not just a head, anyway - but Hyunseung, who was staring intently at him as if in deep thought (which was either all the time or non-existent for his hyung), cheeks puffed out.
'Sing again. A soft song.' was all he said, before returning properly to his own bunk. Dongwoon didn't know why, but he didn't think twice about it (though whether that was smart was questionable) and just...sang. After he stopped, an awkward silence had filled the room, until he heard his hyung shift in the bunk below him, climbing halfway up the ladder. He stared again, making Dongwoon start to feel just slightly uncomfortable, when he threw a paper ball at him, climbing down the ladder and skipping out of the room without a word. Dongwoon sighed, dropping his head. Did his hyung really just want to make fun of his voice? He'd gotten up to throw the ball away, about to toss it into the recycle bin, when - he really didn't know why he did this - he uncrumpled the paper, reading the rushed yet eloquent handwriting, a small smile and feeling in his chest both starting unnoticed. 'I really like your voice.'
No. That wasn't really a conversation. Or it was just a really pathetic one. Dongwoon only knew, after that, he'd try to be close to Hyunseung, or impress him, but it would always end up...well, not so. He'd always been unsuccessful, and had either gone by Hyunseung unnoticed or only noticed when it was something embarrassing. So that was why he was laying in his bed now instead of practicing the routine for 'Fiction' (after his 'crack', he needed to regain his pitch), his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling (because, you know, it was above him) while his thoughts swirled around in his head. It had now been about two and a half years and he was still lost. What was he to Hyunseung? Just..maknae? That thought, for some reason, depressed him, so he turned over onto his stomach and folded his arms beneath his chin, staring at the wall. "What is Hyunseungie hyung to me?" That thought startled him, and he realized how stupid he was, to know he meant something, wanted to be something to him in return, yet he didn't know what. Well, it wasn't as if his said hyung was making him less confused, acting how he was now. First, he'd avoid saying more than three words to Dongwoon, then the next thing, he would be more then necessarily - and definitely longer than necessary - touching his arm or smiling at him with that look or telling him something he thought was so secret he couldn't tell anyone but Dongwoon, his eyes lit up and his cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Ige mwoya..?" Dongwoon grumbled when he felt a small blush on his cheeks, turning back over and resting an arm over his eyes, sighing. He kicked his foot out, hitting the bottom of the frame with sudden force, but he didn't care.
"Eh, Dongwoon? Are you not feeling well?"
Dongwoon could tell everyone's voice by now, but that didn't mean that he was looking forward to speaking to anyone right at that moment. "Ah, Doojoon hyung, I'm not sure." He heard the soft creak of the ladder before feeling the bottom of his bed dip down, and he could feel the eyes on him. He uncovered his face, looking down towards his hyung. "What?" Doojoon motioned his hand. "Sit up. Let me check you." Dongwoon knew this routine by now, sitting still while Doojoon checked his throat, eyes, and took his temperature.
"What is this? You seem fine, but you don't look good. Your eyes have dark circles, your skin is a little pale and you have barely eaten anything today. What's going on?" Dongwoon shrugged, drawing a knee up and holding it, resting his chin. "I don't even know..." "Then tell me what you think you know, and maybe I'll be able to tell you what I know, ok? How does that sound?" Dongwoon hesitated before gradually nodding his head slowly, slouching a bit more. He could talk to Doojoon; he was the hyung that never delved or pried and just waited.
"Do...do you ever get butterflies, hyung?"
"What?"
Dongwoon mentally slapped himself. "The butterflies, you know, the ones that you get in your stomach." "Oh. Yes, all the time." "Well, what causes them?" "Well...if you're very nervous, or, um...anxious? Or waiting for something very bad or very good to happen, is when they usually happen." "Well, you see, hyung...I've been getting them a lot. And I don't know why. It's...I know it has something to do with Hyunseung hyung."
"Hyunseungie?" Doojoon's face was one of mild surprise at the mention of the orange-topped dancer. Dongwoon nodded, holding his hands out in front of him and opening and closing his fists, staring at them. "Yes. It's not just my stomach, though. My hands get cold and clammy," he held a fisted hand over his heart, "Or my chest aches, and it always happens when I see Hyunseung, or hear him. I don't get it. Am I sick?"
Doojoon stared at Dongwoon for a while, when a smile twitched on his face for a second (what? was he laughing? his hyungs were so strange...) before he regained his serious composure. He rubbed the back of his head, clearing his throat. "Eh...I don't know if I can explain this...thing you're talking about, Dongwoon ah. I think this is one of those life lessons that you must learn as you grow older. It's time for you to learn this one." Doojoon ruffled Dongwoon's chocolate brown hair, grinning and getting up, climbing down the ladder and motioning to the door. Dongwoon gaped at him, a look forming on his face that he was preparing to whine already set. "Ne, hyung...wwwhhyyyyy..." Doojoon continued on nevertheless, waving his hand in an unimportant air, chuckling. "Life lesson!"