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writetomyheart2015-05-20 10:19 pm
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[Team Five] Under Covers
*quietly falls into hell on a unicorn*
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He was safe here. That seemed like such a bizarre thing to be concerned about - Seungyoun was popular among the trainees, mentors, and teachers. He had no shortage of friends, but some days… some days felt like too much. This was his escape, his little hideout, which was laughable, as it offered little more privacy than the room he shared with Yibo. Maybe it was just because Yixuan was oldest of all because not many frequented his room – he was usually the one swinging by. Seungyoun figured he was hanging out with Wenhan somewhere, since his room was empty.
Empty or not, it was Seungyoun’s secret hideout.
Currently Seungyoun was curled up deep under the covers, trying to muffle his sniffling and dry his eyes. He hated crying where Yibo could see, even if he knew Yibo didn’t think less of him. Yibo was more likely to get angry and confront others if he saw Seungyoun crying and those fights never turned out well. It was better for Seungyoun to just retreat and lick his wounds.
The door opened softly, a familiar creak to the swing, as if welcoming the master home. “Yibo said I’d find you here,” Yixuan remarked, in Chinese rather than his accented Korean. There was a cadence to his native tongue that Seungyoun found soothing, something he’d confessed during one of his previous late night sessions hidden beneath Yixuan’s covers.
“Yibo should keep his nose out of my business,” Seungyoun said, sounding far more sulky than biting.
“You can’t fault him for caring,” Yixuan said, a verbal shrug before he began peeling back the covers. Seungyoun curled up into a ball as Yixuan situated himself on the other half of the bed – his half of the bed, per the norm of these times. A familiar, comfortable weight settled on Seungyoun’s shoulder. “You want to talk about it?”
Seungyoun shook his head, even as he blurted it out. “Yejun said I didn’t deserve a spot.” He hated that it had stabbed deep enough for tears, but it hurt. “H-he said I shouldn’t have been added.”
Yixuan regards him for a moment, his thumb pressing patterns into Seungyoun’s shirt. “He doesn’t get to decide that.”
“But I…” I’m new. He doesn’t like me. He’s right. There are a million things he wants to say, but they stick in his throat, making his eyes sting.
“Hey now,” Yixuan said, soft and warm, his thumb pressing in ever so slightly. “Don’t…” He paused, considering his words for a moment. “It’s impossible for everyone to be happy with what happens in the end. We all know that. And yeah, maybe you ruffled a few feathers, but you still have Yibo and Seungyoon, right? And Taehyun?”
“I guess so,” Seungyoun mumbled, swiping at his eyes. While it didn’t make everything right, it eased the tightness of his chest, leaving him strung out and exhausted, but comforted.
“And me,” Yixuan said, flashing a smile. “Right?”
“Not you, ge,” Seungyoun said, shoving at Yixuan’s hand, though he made no move to get out from under the covers. “You’re gross.”
Yixuan didn’t even bat an eye as he tugged the blankets over his legs. “You’re so ungrateful.”
Early on, Seungyoun would leave or timidly ask if he could stay, but now it was just habit to settle in for the night. They had to be up in a few hours anyway, and Yixuan tended to be the first one awake.
“Please text Yibo so he doesn’t start hunting down whoever kidnapped you,” Yixuan muttered as he pulled a pillow over his eyes.
Seungyoun actually laughed, soft and sincere as he obeyed, his phone tucked under the pillows as he burrowed under the covers again.
He was safe here. He was always safe wherever Yixuan was.
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nachtegael
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He was safe here. That seemed like such a bizarre thing to be concerned about - Seungyoun was popular among the trainees, mentors, and teachers. He had no shortage of friends, but some days… some days felt like too much. This was his escape, his little hideout, which was laughable, as it offered little more privacy than the room he shared with Yibo. Maybe it was just because Yixuan was oldest of all because not many frequented his room – he was usually the one swinging by. Seungyoun figured he was hanging out with Wenhan somewhere, since his room was empty.
Empty or not, it was Seungyoun’s secret hideout.
Currently Seungyoun was curled up deep under the covers, trying to muffle his sniffling and dry his eyes. He hated crying where Yibo could see, even if he knew Yibo didn’t think less of him. Yibo was more likely to get angry and confront others if he saw Seungyoun crying and those fights never turned out well. It was better for Seungyoun to just retreat and lick his wounds.
The door opened softly, a familiar creak to the swing, as if welcoming the master home. “Yibo said I’d find you here,” Yixuan remarked, in Chinese rather than his accented Korean. There was a cadence to his native tongue that Seungyoun found soothing, something he’d confessed during one of his previous late night sessions hidden beneath Yixuan’s covers.
“Yibo should keep his nose out of my business,” Seungyoun said, sounding far more sulky than biting.
“You can’t fault him for caring,” Yixuan said, a verbal shrug before he began peeling back the covers. Seungyoun curled up into a ball as Yixuan situated himself on the other half of the bed – his half of the bed, per the norm of these times. A familiar, comfortable weight settled on Seungyoun’s shoulder. “You want to talk about it?”
Seungyoun shook his head, even as he blurted it out. “Yejun said I didn’t deserve a spot.” He hated that it had stabbed deep enough for tears, but it hurt. “H-he said I shouldn’t have been added.”
Yixuan regards him for a moment, his thumb pressing patterns into Seungyoun’s shirt. “He doesn’t get to decide that.”
“But I…” I’m new. He doesn’t like me. He’s right. There are a million things he wants to say, but they stick in his throat, making his eyes sting.
“Hey now,” Yixuan said, soft and warm, his thumb pressing in ever so slightly. “Don’t…” He paused, considering his words for a moment. “It’s impossible for everyone to be happy with what happens in the end. We all know that. And yeah, maybe you ruffled a few feathers, but you still have Yibo and Seungyoon, right? And Taehyun?”
“I guess so,” Seungyoun mumbled, swiping at his eyes. While it didn’t make everything right, it eased the tightness of his chest, leaving him strung out and exhausted, but comforted.
“And me,” Yixuan said, flashing a smile. “Right?”
“Not you, ge,” Seungyoun said, shoving at Yixuan’s hand, though he made no move to get out from under the covers. “You’re gross.”
Yixuan didn’t even bat an eye as he tugged the blankets over his legs. “You’re so ungrateful.”
Early on, Seungyoun would leave or timidly ask if he could stay, but now it was just habit to settle in for the night. They had to be up in a few hours anyway, and Yixuan tended to be the first one awake.
“Please text Yibo so he doesn’t start hunting down whoever kidnapped you,” Yixuan muttered as he pulled a pillow over his eyes.
Seungyoun actually laughed, soft and sincere as he obeyed, his phone tucked under the pillows as he burrowed under the covers again.
He was safe here. He was always safe wherever Yixuan was.
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I taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag
nachtegael
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