Ship/Member: Im Nayoung/Jeonghan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: canon compliant Permission to remix: Yes
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“Well, I want advice,” Mingyu whined. It was two hours to soundcheck sometime in the middle of a tour, which was usually around when Soonyoung started forgetting which city they were in. Better him than the rest of them, really. “Isn’t that what members are for? Listening to me in my time of need?” He collapsed into the waiting room couch.
“They’re for telling you to work harder instead of lying around,” Seungcheol shot back lightly, but he was getting pulled away to have the medical team check on him anyway. Mingyu scowled, before he felt kinda bad about it.
“Anyone else want to tell me what to do about Chaeyeon?”
“It’s pointless to love someone who loves their career more than you,” Jeonghan said, not looking up from his phone. “If you ask me.”
Seungkwan gave Jeonghan a long, knowing look. “I already told you this, Mingyu, but you’re too susceptible to other people’s suggestions. Shouldn’t you do what you want? Do you even like her?”
“It’s complicated,” Mingyu complained. “I’m going to go make ramyun.”
Unlike Mingyu Jeonghan would never solicit public opinion on his relationship issues. In fact Seungkwan was quite literally told “It’s none of your business, but thank you,” in such a faux customer service voice that Jeonghan had to know it would infuriate him.
“Hyung, you don’t want to talk about it at all?” he pressed on the walk to the venue backstage.
“What a ridiculous question,” Jeonghan said.
Seungkwan huffed beside him, ignoring the confused look Chan was giving them. He wouldn’t ask about it later anyway. “I know you aren’t gonna bring it up first.”
“That’s because I don’t think you can help me,” Jeonghan returned.
“You look sad,” Seungkwan said.
Jeonghan stopped in his tracks then, letting the group go ahead as they fell to the back, arms crossed. “Is now really a good time to talk about this?”
“You can’t keep making excuses forever,” Seungkwan said, deliberately walking past him and leaving him alone in the dark.
There was no need to intentionally forget about Nayoung. Jeonghan blinked and five years had passed since the last time he saw her.
She looked up from the pajamas she’d been holding and they fell back into their place on the rack. “It’s you,” she said. Jeonghan had a hat and mask on — so did she — it would be pointless to pretend they didn’t recognize each other anyway.
Something tightened in his chest and he pretended it hadn’t. “What are you doing here?” he asked, quietly. It wasn’t a big shop.
“My friend is having a baby,” Nayoung responded. “I need a gift for the shower.” A moment passed as he barely acknowledged her answer on the surface. “And what about you?”
He had lost as soon as he asked the question. “I wanted to look at baby clothes,” he said.
She gazed at him. “Are you— do you?” She paused. “Just looking?”
“Yeah.” He was on his way to the picture books, next.
“We’re getting quite old,” she murmured. “Hey, since you seem to have a taste for this stuff, do you want to help me pick something out?”
“I wouldn’t give myself that much credit,” Jeonghan said. What he really wanted to say was—
Nayoung adjusted her shoulder bag. “I hate shopping, you know that. So it would help.”
“A diaper bag would be practical,” Jeonghan said. “If you’re putting yourself in your friend’s shoes.”
Nayoung walked out with 80,000 won in merchandise. Jeonghan was empty-handed.
“This is for you actually,” she said after they’d exited onto the street through the front door. She handed him the wooden dinosaur figure he’d been eyeing from the start. “You were always so obvious,” she added, despite herself.
He looked down at it. “Now I owe you,” he said.
Nayoung turned towards him. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I hadn’t thought about you in a while,” Jeonghan said. It was so outwardly cruel that Nayoung would have known it was only intended to look callous, because Jeonghan couldn’t strip his feelings out of his voice no matter how hard he tried.
A black car pulled up to the curb and Nayoung opened the passenger door for herself, as he stood there watching. “I wish I could say the same,” Nayoung said. “I hope you’re well.”
A/N: omg I started listening to all because of the prompt and it's such a nice song T_T♥
[FILL] this is not a love song
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: canon compliant
Permission to remix: Yes
***
“Well, I want advice,” Mingyu whined. It was two hours to soundcheck sometime in the middle of a tour, which was usually around when Soonyoung started forgetting which city they were in. Better him than the rest of them, really. “Isn’t that what members are for? Listening to me in my time of need?” He collapsed into the waiting room couch.
“They’re for telling you to work harder instead of lying around,” Seungcheol shot back lightly, but he was getting pulled away to have the medical team check on him anyway. Mingyu scowled, before he felt kinda bad about it.
“Anyone else want to tell me what to do about Chaeyeon?”
“It’s pointless to love someone who loves their career more than you,” Jeonghan said, not looking up from his phone. “If you ask me.”
Seungkwan gave Jeonghan a long, knowing look. “I already told you this, Mingyu, but you’re too susceptible to other people’s suggestions. Shouldn’t you do what you want? Do you even like her?”
“It’s complicated,” Mingyu complained. “I’m going to go make ramyun.”
Unlike Mingyu Jeonghan would never solicit public opinion on his relationship issues. In fact Seungkwan was quite literally told “It’s none of your business, but thank you,” in such a faux customer service voice that Jeonghan had to know it would infuriate him.
“Hyung, you don’t want to talk about it at all?” he pressed on the walk to the venue backstage.
“What a ridiculous question,” Jeonghan said.
Seungkwan huffed beside him, ignoring the confused look Chan was giving them. He wouldn’t ask about it later anyway. “I know you aren’t gonna bring it up first.”
“That’s because I don’t think you can help me,” Jeonghan returned.
“You look sad,” Seungkwan said.
Jeonghan stopped in his tracks then, letting the group go ahead as they fell to the back, arms crossed. “Is now really a good time to talk about this?”
“You can’t keep making excuses forever,” Seungkwan said, deliberately walking past him and leaving him alone in the dark.
There was no need to intentionally forget about Nayoung. Jeonghan blinked and five years had passed since the last time he saw her.
She looked up from the pajamas she’d been holding and they fell back into their place on the rack. “It’s you,” she said. Jeonghan had a hat and mask on — so did she — it would be pointless to pretend they didn’t recognize each other anyway.
Something tightened in his chest and he pretended it hadn’t. “What are you doing here?” he asked, quietly. It wasn’t a big shop.
“My friend is having a baby,” Nayoung responded. “I need a gift for the shower.” A moment passed as he barely acknowledged her answer on the surface. “And what about you?”
He had lost as soon as he asked the question. “I wanted to look at baby clothes,” he said.
She gazed at him. “Are you— do you?” She paused. “Just looking?”
“Yeah.” He was on his way to the picture books, next.
“We’re getting quite old,” she murmured. “Hey, since you seem to have a taste for this stuff, do you want to help me pick something out?”
“I wouldn’t give myself that much credit,” Jeonghan said. What he really wanted to say was—
Nayoung adjusted her shoulder bag. “I hate shopping, you know that. So it would help.”
“A diaper bag would be practical,” Jeonghan said. “If you’re putting yourself in your friend’s shoes.”
Nayoung walked out with 80,000 won in merchandise. Jeonghan was empty-handed.
“This is for you actually,” she said after they’d exited onto the street through the front door. She handed him the wooden dinosaur figure he’d been eyeing from the start. “You were always so obvious,” she added, despite herself.
He looked down at it. “Now I owe you,” he said.
Nayoung turned towards him. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I hadn’t thought about you in a while,” Jeonghan said. It was so outwardly cruel that Nayoung would have known it was only intended to look callous, because Jeonghan couldn’t strip his feelings out of his voice no matter how hard he tried.
A black car pulled up to the curb and Nayoung opened the passenger door for herself, as he stood there watching. “I wish I could say the same,” Nayoung said. “I hope you’re well.”
A/N: omg I started listening to all because of the prompt and it's such a nice song T_T♥