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writetomyheart2016-02-26 11:30 pm
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[team one] pick you up
This is from a Suyeol AU I thought of sometime last year but haven't really written a full fic of yet. Chanyeol is a rich kid who keeps getting into trouble and getting arrested, and Junmyeon is his caretaker - I don't have a better word - who keeps having to bail Chanyeol out of jail.
Indeed, Junmyeon thinks, he could be doing better things with his time. He could, for example, be sleeping. He could be taking a long and comfortable bath with a good book in his hands. He could be getting ready to meet up with Minseok.
Bailing Park Chanyeol out of custody is not Junmyeon's idea of a good time. And yet, here he is. Bailing Park Chanyeol out of custody, yet again.
He's done this so many times it has become routine; get a call from either Chanyeol or a police officer, arrive at the station, fill out the necessary forms and pay what must be paid with money from Chanyeol's parents -- Junmyeon's employers --, let Chanyeol out of the cell, complain about his bad habits and drive him home. It's part of his job as Chanyeol's caretaker, or at least he feels like it is, and that's why he comes every time Chanyeol gets taken into custody, and ignores his ever increasing worry about the kid and his tendency to get into trouble.
If he could get into the other's head and understand why he does what he does, Junmyeon could do something, change something so that jail won't become Chanyeol's second home. But Chanyeol walks around with a big grin on his face most of the time and doesn't talk about things that trouble him, instead getting in with bad people, getting arrested. He only gets out so easily because his family has money. So Junmyeon tries to dismiss it, deciding that that's definitely not his job, and simply chastises the younger in frustration, a reluctant savior when he's needed. It's better than meddling in something that's not his problem.
That door needs to be oiled, he thinks as the cell door creaks open, and then he sees Chanyeol sitting on a bed. He opens his mouth to say a sarcastic remark, but the words die in his throat when he really gets a good look.
Chanyeol has been in jail many times, but usually he hasn't had much more than a scratch here and there, mainly self-inflicted in intoxication. This time he has a black eye, a busted lip, and cuts on his cheekbone, as well as bruises on his throat as if someone has tried to choke him, and he looks slightly shaky. Still, when he sees Junmyeon, he grins a lopsided grin, his eyes lighting up. "Hey, hyung."
This is such a new sight that Junmyeon takes extra long to reply. "What the hell happened to you?" he finally asks, quiet.
"I got in a fight," Chanyeol replies, and he's grinning, but for once he looks ashamed of his actions.
Junmyeon sighs. “Come on, let’s go,” he says, and Chanyeol gets to his feet and exits the cell, limping slightly, though he seems to be trying to hide it.
Usually Junmyeon will drag the boy home from the police station when this happens, a little roughly, to show that he’s annoyed and because it’s become a habit. But now he can’t help but feel sorry for Chanyeol, even though he’s the one who got into a fight. Chanyeol isn’t the type to fight others; get drunk and trash places, yes, do drugs, yes, but fighting? There is probably a good reason. So instead of dragging him by the ear, Junmyeon quietly walks him to the car, drives to Chanyeol’s house, and sits him down in the bathroom. He leaves for a minute, and comes back with a first aid kit, without a word starting to clean the worst of the bruises on Chanyeol’s face.
It’s also the first time Chanyeol is this quiet, not cracking as many jokes as he usually does and letting his caretaker take care of him.
He winces a little in pain when Junmyeon touches the open wound on his cheekbone. “You damn idiot,” Junmyeon says then, frustrated, finally breaking the silence. “You’re such an idiot. How did you get into a fight?”
Chanyeol chuckles weakly. “I didn’t start it, okay. And I was really drunk. Some guy, big guy, was also drunk, got mad at me for some reason I can’t remember, and he started throwing punches. You know I’m usually peaceful, hyung, but I had to protect myself, you know? I would have looked much worse right now if I didn’t.”
“I imagined you would’ve just run away.” Chanyeol snorts at that, smiling as much as he can without bothering his busted lip. Pressing the cloth a little firmer against the other’s cheekbone, Junmyeon continues, “It would have been the smart thing to do.”
“No one’s smart when they’re drunk.”
“Certainly not you,” Junmyeon shoots back without missing a beat.
“Definitely not.” And Chanyeol smiles bashfully, and Junmyeon softens a little. For a moment, they just sit watching each other.
Then he pats Chanyeol’s cheek with the cloth. “Now, sit still so I can patch you up. We’ll talk afterwards.”
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cairistiona, here we go!
Indeed, Junmyeon thinks, he could be doing better things with his time. He could, for example, be sleeping. He could be taking a long and comfortable bath with a good book in his hands. He could be getting ready to meet up with Minseok.
Bailing Park Chanyeol out of custody is not Junmyeon's idea of a good time. And yet, here he is. Bailing Park Chanyeol out of custody, yet again.
He's done this so many times it has become routine; get a call from either Chanyeol or a police officer, arrive at the station, fill out the necessary forms and pay what must be paid with money from Chanyeol's parents -- Junmyeon's employers --, let Chanyeol out of the cell, complain about his bad habits and drive him home. It's part of his job as Chanyeol's caretaker, or at least he feels like it is, and that's why he comes every time Chanyeol gets taken into custody, and ignores his ever increasing worry about the kid and his tendency to get into trouble.
If he could get into the other's head and understand why he does what he does, Junmyeon could do something, change something so that jail won't become Chanyeol's second home. But Chanyeol walks around with a big grin on his face most of the time and doesn't talk about things that trouble him, instead getting in with bad people, getting arrested. He only gets out so easily because his family has money. So Junmyeon tries to dismiss it, deciding that that's definitely not his job, and simply chastises the younger in frustration, a reluctant savior when he's needed. It's better than meddling in something that's not his problem.
That door needs to be oiled, he thinks as the cell door creaks open, and then he sees Chanyeol sitting on a bed. He opens his mouth to say a sarcastic remark, but the words die in his throat when he really gets a good look.
Chanyeol has been in jail many times, but usually he hasn't had much more than a scratch here and there, mainly self-inflicted in intoxication. This time he has a black eye, a busted lip, and cuts on his cheekbone, as well as bruises on his throat as if someone has tried to choke him, and he looks slightly shaky. Still, when he sees Junmyeon, he grins a lopsided grin, his eyes lighting up. "Hey, hyung."
This is such a new sight that Junmyeon takes extra long to reply. "What the hell happened to you?" he finally asks, quiet.
"I got in a fight," Chanyeol replies, and he's grinning, but for once he looks ashamed of his actions.
Junmyeon sighs. “Come on, let’s go,” he says, and Chanyeol gets to his feet and exits the cell, limping slightly, though he seems to be trying to hide it.
Usually Junmyeon will drag the boy home from the police station when this happens, a little roughly, to show that he’s annoyed and because it’s become a habit. But now he can’t help but feel sorry for Chanyeol, even though he’s the one who got into a fight. Chanyeol isn’t the type to fight others; get drunk and trash places, yes, do drugs, yes, but fighting? There is probably a good reason. So instead of dragging him by the ear, Junmyeon quietly walks him to the car, drives to Chanyeol’s house, and sits him down in the bathroom. He leaves for a minute, and comes back with a first aid kit, without a word starting to clean the worst of the bruises on Chanyeol’s face.
It’s also the first time Chanyeol is this quiet, not cracking as many jokes as he usually does and letting his caretaker take care of him.
He winces a little in pain when Junmyeon touches the open wound on his cheekbone. “You damn idiot,” Junmyeon says then, frustrated, finally breaking the silence. “You’re such an idiot. How did you get into a fight?”
Chanyeol chuckles weakly. “I didn’t start it, okay. And I was really drunk. Some guy, big guy, was also drunk, got mad at me for some reason I can’t remember, and he started throwing punches. You know I’m usually peaceful, hyung, but I had to protect myself, you know? I would have looked much worse right now if I didn’t.”
“I imagined you would’ve just run away.” Chanyeol snorts at that, smiling as much as he can without bothering his busted lip. Pressing the cloth a little firmer against the other’s cheekbone, Junmyeon continues, “It would have been the smart thing to do.”
“No one’s smart when they’re drunk.”
“Certainly not you,” Junmyeon shoots back without missing a beat.
“Definitely not.” And Chanyeol smiles bashfully, and Junmyeon softens a little. For a moment, they just sit watching each other.
Then he pats Chanyeol’s cheek with the cloth. “Now, sit still so I can patch you up. We’ll talk afterwards.”
cairistiona, here we go!