#oh doyeon i will consume you and your brain and your soul ughshshsh

[shenrickyz]

work your fingers to the bone

⭑ «  and listen, doyeon is trying. featuring doyeon & yijun of @chcrryade. late nov–2022. 841 words.

!!!! these little gay boys are taking over my brain, somebody save me!! pulled a jj and decided to write about random interesting man who is not real, everyone in cherryade is very intriguing but im lowkey scared to touch gogo.. my glorious gemini king 💔💔 also jalen scares me soooooo 😓 we have this :)) thank you kil doyeon and qiao yijun for making me lose my mind 💗 thank you jj for letting me shake them around in my hands like bobble heads

to be completely fair, righteous, honest in the manner you have to be when concerning your fellow human beings, doyeon does not think yijun is all that bad.

however, that’s about the extent of credence he’ll allow the rapper, there isn’t even the added existence of a somewhat pleasant aid to his personality. he’s aware that’s rude, contradictory, hypocritical, and everybody has their ticks, he can’t exactly lord superiority in that regard.. not much anyway.

doyeon supposes the lack of such attributes could domineer as clear strengths; abrasive, exceedingly headstrong and rousing. it provides enough of a front, an argumentative expression which allows him to ease his way through most of everything, it’s a skilled strategy.

the look doyeon is receiving currently, though shadowed over in the dim lighting the two am dorm atmosphere offers, contains a scarce animosity, unusual for yijun.

doyeon will take anything he can get, which includes the little gleam of curiosity he sourly mistakens for something much better.

“you’re good, hyung, i’ll give you that one”.

the leader blinks, the rapper stares, amused, slightly content.

“elaborate on that one for me”.

doyeon feels idiotic attempting to ask, as if he would tell you, you think he’s a kid or something?

well he surely acts like one.

“you’re smart, can’t you figure it out?”

doyeon didn’t even have to ask a question.

he doesn’t want to say it, dreads the upcoming gaze and idiotic comments he’s aware will follow, already foreshadowing minhui’s shit eating grin, jalen’s drawling about his words being “after school special shit”, haeil would probably take the words with a nod, shyly shading his contentment in his typically reserved manner, and hasun.. well doyeon’s already aware of the advancing reaction with that one, he’s about the simplest member in terms of reaching out to.

and yijun appears evident, an ample display of vitriol he cannot exactly pinpoint. doyeon’s not.. nosy, he thinks, he hopes he doesn’t appear that way, yijun won’t care to leave it untouched, he has that knack for commenting on such specific things.

“i just— i mean.. i don’t know actually, we obviously aren’t going back to the company anytime soon, so can’t you keep a measure of civility while we’re stuck in this dorm for who knows how long?”

perhaps he’s asking for too much, his teeth grit and he prepares a physical wince at the responding silence, as if yijun will attempt a punch or some shit, of course he wouldn’t actually do that but doyeon has also kept in mind to not underestimate the little nuisance.

“civility is fine with me, it’s just—“

“jaehee yes lord i know you don’t exactly make it subtle..”

doyeon almost believes his sight has begun acting up once he observes the not so visceral reaction he earns. he guesses yijun has a measure of integrity, he wouldn’t yell outlandishly whilst the other members are fast asleep (or are staring endlessly at their ceilings, sleep is always a difficult feat), he can give him that one, he isn’t heartless by any means.

“i’ll try”.

and the mutter widens doyeon’s eyes so far they about pop from his sockets, it earns a slight breath, just barely the roots of budding laughter. doyeon is.. pleased.

he’s actually getting somewhere with this, who would even guess?

“what’s with that look? do you have no faith in me, hyung?”

doyeon blinks, silently nervous regarding the offense of his expressions. however, yijun’s got some well scrawled elation over his features, blossoming brightly again despite the lack of noticeable light permeating the room.

“no no it’s not that.. i just..” he’s unaware of how to continue that one, i just wasn’t expecting that from you? well that’s a rude way to continue it, he does care about how yijun feels, even if the rapper might lack some in that regard. “sorry, i do have faith in you”.

you’re better than you like to appear.

okay, so he won’t say that one, he’ll save it for a hopefully finer moment.

“you better, hyung, you know you’re one of my favorites right?”

doyeon falters for a mere second, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth, chilling air seizing his throat. it isn’t surprising by any standards, yijun is brash, yes, but not completely terrible, hopefully not completely terrible.

“ah, really”.

it’s less of a sure inquiry, his hand comes through his hair and he hopes there’s little of clear astonishment on his face, now that would be embarrassing.

yijun doesn’t appear to mind, possibly the brightest smile doyeon’s ever seen blooming over his features. “yeah, don’t tell hasun-ah i said any of that”.

and lord doyeon fucking chuckles, shaking his head in tandem with an exhaling breath. “i think you should go to sleep”.

the words settle into the air, yijun offers nothing more than his endless smile.

“sure hyung”.

doyeon surmises it isn’t much of a success, only one wall taken down, yet it’s a start. yijun’s got his ticks, yes, every human being does, but he really isn’t that bad.