#j;drabble

A Jun and @asy-yooneunhye drabble

It wasn’t often Hana triggered during sessions. She was typically so quiet, refusing to say much that there had been no need. But lately, there was something off about the girl her doctor couldn’t quite put her finger on. And it caused her to go from extreme to extreme. She was either severely tight lipped, animated to a level Eunhye wasn’t sure existed in the girl, or traumatized enough to recede and let another take over. 

And today it was Jun. And today, it was met with a bit of resentment. She wasn’t able to hold back the small curse that left her lips the moment she realized Jun was sitting before her. He could only blink, already beginning to adjust Hana’s hair and clothing to better suit him as he stood.

“Well, excuse me. I don’t control when I appear. Guess you’d prefer your boyfriend to me but here I am. Sorry,” he half pouted, using his reflection in one of Eunhye’s plaques on the way to fix his hair back, just so, leaving the right amount of hair framing the left side of his face.

“That’s not it, Junhyung,” she began, ignoring the slight cringe and eye narrow she received at using his full name. “I was getting somewhere with Hana! Possibly getting her to try and confront more of the things she’s trying to forget and she triggers. I’m frustrated.”

“But, I mean, why are you upset? I mean, aren’t we like a failsafe? She gets past all the other locks on the security system and just when it opens out we pop like ‘better luck next time!’? It’s not like you still can’t finish the session.”

“That’s not- Never mind,” the doctor sighed, setting her pen and pad down. “Might as well have triggered anyway. I’m not prepared to actually hear some of things I suspect she is going to uncover in her memories and honestly it could just make things worse.”

“What the hell are you even talking about? Her talking about that stuff is supposed to make things better, right?” He had finally adjusted the t-shirt and jeans properly, unzipped the hoodie part way and plopped back into the chair, leaning back.

“For her. It supposed to make things better for her. I’m- I’m not so sure about myself.”

“But you’re a therapist. At a psych hospital. I doubt anything she says can shock you like that.”

“You forgot why I was gone for so long. My testimony?”

His lips rounded into an rounded shaped. “Oh yeah..... but what does that have to do with anything? I’ll be honest, I don’t really know what all Hana has suppressed and I don’t really know everything that happened with you. Just that it’s all bad but how can it hurt you?”

Eunhye’s lips pursed as she tried to think of a way to explain without explaining anything finally settling with, “It just affects my relationships with guys. It’s hard to be around them is all.”

“You’re around me,” Jun rebutted, holding out his hand. “And Koei. I don’t see the problem.”

“I- I think it’s different cause you- you’re alters and even though I know you’re men, my mind doesn’t necessarily connect you as such since Hana is usually in control. I know you’re men but my subconscious doesn’t. Not truly. But my subconscious is going to catch up to my conscious sooner or later and I’ll finally see you guys as men completely and then..... I don’t know.....”

Admittedly, Jun was confused. He didn’t understand much of what she was saying but enough was grasped for him to be able to ask, “And so.... if you start seeing us as guys, things could get bad?”

“I might push you away, act scared of you suddenly, lose you as a friend completely. I might even do the same with Koei.”

“No, you won’t.”

Eunhye blinked, head tilting. “How do you know? It’s a problem that I’m trying to fix but it’s getting worse day by day. I could turn on you and Koei and then you’ll both leave.”

“Zinger told me once- Hey, don’t roll your eyes. I’m serious. Zinger once told me sometimes she’s surprised that Hana doesn’t just stay away from guys with her luck with them. And really I didn’t get what she meant and all Athenais would say was that there weren’t a lot of guys that were nice to her. Maybe it’s the same for you. Not a lot of guys were nice to you. And you know, to be honest, Hana is worse off than you. Okay, I mean, she’s really fragile, I think-”

“Jun, you’re starting to ramble again.....,” Eunhye interrupted, Jun scrambling to make his point.

“B-b-b-but, she doesn’t shy away from guys cause some were really, really bad to her! She’s got Jiyong and Sungmin and Taekwoon and yeah it wasn’t easy for her to warm up to them, I’m sure. I wouldn’t know cause I don’t see what she sees but she did and she loves them and nothing gets in the way of their friendship. I even think she and an old boyfriend are reconnecting. I mean to say, we’re friends, man. No matter how bad you get, it’s not like I’m going to up and leave you.”

“Yeah, and when I cower in fear in front of you one day, you’ll change your mind.”

“Eun, I share a head space with a woman who had killed people for far less that accidentally bumping her on the sidewalk. I doubt you can’t frighten or weird me out enough to go, ‘Done with this chick’. Koei, either. We’re not that shallow I don’t think. I mean, considering the fact that we don’t even really exist we have no reason to up and leave someone working through stuff, you know?”

Eunhye sighed. “When did this become my therapy session?”

“I don’t know cause I’m not good at this stuff. You’re the head shrink lady person.”

“I can’t have one serious conversation with you.”

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Inspired by this.

Jongin buttons up his school uniform with a small frown over his face. Yellow is not even his color and honestly this doesn’t feel right at all. After getting transferred and finally spending a year in the academy, he only lets out a small sigh, putting on his blazer as well, preparing for the graduation ceremony. Checking out his reflection once he’s done, the boy slips on his shoes after glancing at the time. He doesn’t want to be late after all but knowing how his parents are, he only shrugs, exiting his room as a faint grumble could be heard.

Once he finally arrived, the whole auditorium already filled with students and all teachers. Spotting Monkyuu, he waves his hand up in the air, immediately taking the seat the other saved for him with a glee. They both spends a half an hour listening to the principal speech before suddenly he notices someone already taking a seat beside him, widening his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he’s seeing.

"Why are you he—"

"No one’s here, so."

Jongin only bites his tongue to her sharp reply, staring at Iris while jabbing Moonkyu’s side when he heard his horrible muffled laughter.  It’s not a secret that they hate each other, always arguing and of course, not to mention the constant beating she did to him. Nonetheless, deep down inside, he secretly thinks she’s quite a looker.  

"Well okay, I don’t—"

"Ssh, Kim Jongin, respect the elder, he’s trying to do his speech."

With that, he finally shuts himself up, giving another jab to Moonkyu’s ribs, smiling a bit when he heard the other finally stopping his laughter as well. Almost choking if he might adds.

Along the speech, he tries to keep himself awake since it’s taking too long for his own liking. But then he freezes, feeling her head already resting on his shoulder, dozing out silently.

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"Oppa- oppa.."

In between his half asleep state, the boy's struggling for a moment before realizing something. Wait, Isn't that Seul's voice?. No, it can't be-- Relaxing, he forces his subconscious back to rest before hearing her gentle voice once more.

"Oppa.. wake up"

Her voice sounds even more real this time, but he's pretty sure that if it's hers, that could only mean one thing and it would be--

Jongin jerks himself awake just to find the said girl already on sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him closely while tucking her loose brown strand behind her ear. Yet, he's more than surprised knowing it's actually her and not just his mind playing tricks on him. With a loud scream, the 21 year old boy kicks himself out of the bed, laying on the ground, desperately tugging on his blankets to conceal his half naked body.

Not long after that, he finds Chanyeol already by the door, laughing at him mercilessly.

"How did she get in?? I mean how??" Words continuously flowing through his lips still horribly incoherent due to the abrupt waking part. 

"She told me she's your girlfriend so I let her in, okay? Chill man, I'm going out anyway and the other's members are out too. Have fun, slick"

Jongin could only swallows at the older's words, watching him exiting the shared room before eyeing her back for a moment, still too shocked to form any words.

Then she only gives him a small cheeky smile, placing her head against the pillow while turning on her side to face him.

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"Am I heavy?"

Her soft voice rings to his ear as he fits his strong arms on the back of her thighs, carrying her on his back while continuing to walk through the empty street, somehow tugging the corners of his lips into a chid-like grin at her question. He couldn't help to think for a bit, finding it too adorable for words whenever the other simply worrying about herself being a burden to him. When actually, he enjoys being with her and cherishes every time they're together.

"Of course not." The boy muses back in such low and steady tone, keeping his step while occasionally adjusting his arms just so the other could feel more comfortable, he inhales the scent of her fresh shampoo in between. Nostalgic, he lets out a small chuckle before stopping when she heard her words.

"Yah why are you laughing.. is it because I'm heavy..? You know I could try walking now, I think my ankle is finally okay... "

To that the boy simply answers with disapproval hum, knowing her sprained ankle wouldn't be better in another few days, no week if he's being precise.

"It's fine. I'll make sure you get home safely and for the record you're not heavy at all because if you are, I wouldn't be here in the first place."

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"Hey uh."

The skype notification keeps on blinking repeatedly on his laptop screen, Jongin reads out the message before typing back his reply in a flash, still on his boxer, the brown haired guy sits down with a towel around his neck.

"You okay?"

He simply waits for the other's reply, hands occasionally trying to towel dry his wet hair, then shifting his brown irises back at the screen once he received his message in a blink.

"Just feeling like shit, are you sleepy?"

With that, he cranes his neck to side, taking his time since he already knows the other too well.  

"No, I'm cool. Trouble sleeping again?"

Jongin gazes at the white chat screen, noticing the typing notification taking a longer time than it used to. With that, he opens a new tab, surfing through random blogs before focusing back once there's a new message on his view.

"Yeah." 

Scrolling through his itunes, he finally sets out a song by The Smiths, plugging earphones as well while forming his reply quickly after checking on the clock. 3 AM like usual.

"Try to go back to sleep, I'm here."

Once he replied, he stretches his arms out, trying to relax in his chair. He knows about Seokjin like the back of his hand and it's starting to become their daily routine to receive a message  from the other specifically at 3 AM in the morning. Sometimes he wonders why, even though in all honesty, he doesn't really mind accompanying him.

"Night, Jin."

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          ×○▫     Jongin pauses at the moment he feels the female's head resting upon his shoulder, still holding the PS4 controller in his hands, he simply smiles to himself. She's probably tired - he thinks, before resting his back against the couch as quiet as he could. Thinking back, he doesn't really mind being her pillow after all, the girl looks like she's been working too hard and he really wants her to rest even only for a short time. So, the dancer stares at nothing in particular, adjusting his position slightly just to let her rest more comfortably before putting down the controller beside him. He feels his breath stopping whenever the female occasionally shifting. But then, he finally closes his eyes, waiting for sleep to take him in before he hears a small crack of the door and marching footsteps towards the living room.

"Scandalous! Oh so scandalous!!" He finally snaps his eyes open just to find Sehun snapping a few photos of them while playing his usual smirk then casually rushing out while laughing loudly. "You're screwed, pal. Do my laundry for a week or else I'll publish them on instagram. Love you, twerp.'

A soft hum escapes the plump lips as he scrolled through the playlist on his ipod, waiting patiently in the line for ice coffee; his favourite drink. For Jongin, this was an ordinary day with the usual schedule. Wake up, get dressed, walk out into the cold, arrive at cafe, stand in line, order ice coffee before going back to have a lazy day that was common for Sunday; a day with no work.

Soon enough, Jongin offered a sweet smile in return for the ice coffee before he made his way out of the small building and looked up at the sky at the beautiful snowflakes. He nuzzled into his scarf and started to walk down the path, looking down to avoid the cracks. “If you step of a crack, you break your mother’s back..” he mumbled to himself with a slight frown. That was something he definitely didn’t want to happen.

Suddenly, his body jerked forward from pain flowing through his body, gripping tightly onto the pole as he quickly looked down at the number on his arm. 00:00:00. The rare number people see until they see and meet the love of their life. The shock of pain is the process of the numbers changing to the six zeros. His head quickly looked up to look across the busy road to see the most handsome man he has ever seen in his life. His heart was already beating fast, causing a grin to appear on his lips. He’s the one. Jongin couldn’t help but blush when he saw the other looking at him in shock but excitement at the same time. He could feel it too. The love that filled their body and soul. 

The ice coffee slowly slipped from Jongin’s fingers and spilled it’s substance all over the icy pavement. But Jongin didn’t care about the stupid drink right now. Jongin looked right and left twice and waited for no cars to drive by before he suddenly sprinted across the road, nearly slipping on ice in the process. The moment he was close to the other, his arms wrapped around his neck and his nose nuzzled into the crook of the other’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent. This is where he was meant to be. “I found you..I finally found you..” he whispered in a soft voice for only the other to hear. Who cares if it was odd for two soul mates to hug at first sight. Jongin waited for years. He watched the time slowly ticking by until he could finally meet his love. 

A soft giggle escaped his lips when he noticed people staring at the couple, looking up into the other’s eyes, their bodies pressed flushed up against each other. He felt the taller’s arms wrap around his waist to hold him in place. They truly were perfect for each other and Jongin only felt happiness and love now. Sure they were going to have arguments in the future; all couples do. It’s common. But Jongin knows that the both of them will always stay true to each other and strong. He silently hoped the other felt happy too and wanted him just as much as he wanted the other.

"My name is Kim Jongin and I hope you aren’t too embarrassed of me just suddenly hugging on our first meeting but you should know how painful it was to look at the time and see no six zeros until now." he mumbled quietly with a small pout appearing on his lips. He heard the other chuckle quietly, looking down at him. "Oh Sehun and I feel exactly the same. Jongin..”  A faint blush appeared on Jongin’s cheeks, his heart beating even more as the butterflies were becoming more wild in his stomach.

True love exists after all.