the spotlights are all turned to you

(hoya surely enjoys being junhee. // myungsoo / hoya, slice-of-life and a bit of angst,

dedicated to my beautiful sailor twin, jen.)

Myungsoo’s heard a lot.

“Thank God you have a handsome face!”

People actually don’t know that he does, that he thanks God for being here, with six friends of his, that the prize of all hard work is sweet and beautiful and encourages Myungsoo in continuing in what he does. Sometimes he loses faith, though. Loses faith when he hears Woohyun who will always be better than him, when he sees Sungjong acting cuter than anything he had seen, when he sees Sungyeol brightening up the mood better than he ever will, when he sees Dongwoo rapping faster than him, when he sees Sunggyu ruling the group with fierce hands.

When he sees Hoya dancing greatly so that he outshines all the others.

The only thing Myungsoo has is acting, and even this is being taken by his best friend, by his hyung, by everybody.

Thank God you have a handsome face!

“Kang Junhee,” Hoya says, and Myungsoo understands. (He doesn’t need much words to understand.)

I hope you fail.

(No, wrong thought.)

“Hoya fighting.” The smiles hurt, they hurt so much, why even bothering to escape gravity, when they want to curve down?

(No, no, no wrong actions. Don’t hurt Hoya, he thinks.)

Hoya laughs. “Hopefully. You would play it certainly better than me.”

(I would.)

“Sh, concentrate on your work or else I get out,” he teases him and laughs. Hoya joins in.

Maybe they’ve gotten tired of Myungsoo. Tired of the face that doesn’t look like a twenty-one year old but rather like a seventeen year old, tired of the look that doesn’t look cold or warm but rather empty and tired, tired of his speech that doesn’t sound like a Seoul boy but rather from somebody from the outskirts.

People get tired of faces, at times. Of persons.

And sometimes, silver is more precious than gold is.

Main Dancer Hoya. Main Actor Hoya. Spotlight Hoya. Shadow Myungsoo.

Shadows make realize that there is a light, after all.

Myungsoo supports him the most, teases him the most, helps him the most.

But Hoya’s not helping him when his drama is hopelessly failing.

But that’s the light – light doesn’t help the shadow.

Light make only realize that there is a shadow, after all.

(Nobody’s helping him when his drama is hopelessly failing.)

“Yah! You are a singer, so concentrate in being one! You are a part of us! You aren’t an actor, and you never had intentions in doing so! So stop that !” Myungsoo hears. It’s loud, and it’s cruel, (and it voices his thoughts, somewhere, deep and angrily in his mind) and Myungsoo takes Hoya and hugs him tightly. “I love you no matter what,” he whispers.

(Lies.)

“Thank you, Myungsoo. That you out of all people would comfort me… I…” Hoya sobs, once, twice, before he bursts into crying.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“Of course not!” Myungsoo chuckles and hugs him tighter. (Maybe he gets killed of that tight hug. Hopefully, the envious side of him says. )

“No, you don’t do something wrong, Hoya, I swear.” He hugs him, with many feelings (burning anger and soft loving, is that possible?) and says silently, “I love you no matter what.”

“Thank you, Myungsoo.”

The MCs keep asking Hoya. Hoya laughs, but it’s awkward. Sungyeol’s gotten used to it – that people don’t ask him anymore. He’s relieved, and Myungsoo can tell. Sungjong’s happy, like two thousand suns shining on him, Woohyun has a look that says enjoy your popularity while you’re at it, and Sunggyu’s simply annoyed.

And Myungsoo?

That you out of all people would comfort me…

(No, he isn’t supposed to feel that way. No. No.)

Thank you, Myungsoo.

(No.)

But he still feels that way.

And all the spotlight is onto you, Hoya. Make sure that you shine bright. For me, at least.

a/n:

well, jen, you will never like this. I bet you won’t. aish. Anyways, still dedicated to you, and still the answer to all my feels regarding them.

(NAL DONAJIMAAAAAAA.)

(is this too much like the one from before? OTL)