"Junsu, stop talking Engrish again. You're making a fool out of yourself," Yoochun sighed as he patted the man's arm and pointed at the camera he caught filming them secretly for the release of their tour DVD, while shaking his head at the bad accent his friend had. Junsu had a long way to go.
He walked over to his other member, Jaejoong, and let himself fall on the couch. He was tired. Yoochun was very tired. It was physically yes. They just had a meeting with their fans, and while one would think that answering questions, most of them already answered before, wouldn't be as tiring as having to perform, it still was the opposite. There was a reason for that. He was tired mentally. A lot had happened the past few years and a lot had changed. The group dynamic, the shared bonds, they all evolved in a different way. There was much to sigh about, much to complain about and while he knew it was selfish of him to want to back out, it was also selfish of them for not keeping him out.
He took Changmin's bottle of water that was lingering on the table in front of him and put it to his lips. A little sip eased his mind quickly as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. Sleep. That was all he needed. Then he would be away from the mess that was going to happen eventually.
"I don't know how many headaches I can take any longer," he groaned to himself as he hit his cheeks with the palms of his hands. He felt an apologetic stroke over his arm in response. He knew who it was. He also knew that person knew what he referred too. But the man, both of them, were too selfish to think about each other for once. They were too selfish to relieve everyone from this plotting and hiding.
"I'm sorry." He heard him apologize with sincerity coating the tone of his voice.
"Hmm," Yoochun grunted defeated, tired, but he still managed to be understanding. It wasn't entirely their fault. It just was the mindset of the world. In order to protect what was dear to them, they couldn't act as freely as they would have liked. In order to keep what they had worked for so hard, together, they were all willing to do this scheming for them.
By now you should have already known who they were. The truth that had laid hidden beneath all that fans had observed over the years. The chemistry between them was something that came naturally, and this meant that it was harder for them all to act. They thought that maybe taking it lightly, mocking it for a laugh, could have focused the attention away from the truth. The drama they shot, Dangerous Love, was supposed to make that happen. But in the end suspicions grew bigger. And now, now it was that much harder.
"We need to talk once we're back in our dorm," Jaejoong informed his members. No one said anything in reply, they only nodded as confirmation that the message had gotten through, as they headed home. No one knew what was going through Jaejoong's mind, but Yoochun sensed it. He sensed the loss of his willingness. Just as Yoochun himself had lost that will.
This was a tiring day.
Yet, what had to come would be the most tiring.