6. Like a Black Hole I Get In

Three Halves to Make Me Whole

((A/N But wait, didn't I just update last friday? Yes I did ^^ I am here with good news~ I've gotten so much written for this story in reserve that I will be starting with weekly updates instead of ones every other week! Depending on how school next term goes, I may have the occassional week without update, but hopefully not, and I will give a warning if it ever is going to happen because I'll know the week before if I'll be able to update ^^

Any how, I hope you all are enjoying this ^^ Still a little slow, things will start to pick up in a couple chapters. Thank you for baring with us while we get things set up in the story ^^))

 


Chapter Six:
Like A Black Hole, I Get In

 

“I don’t think this is necessary, Yixing.” Junmyeon sighed, staring at the different shades of blues and blacks on the screen of his laptop. The device had recently made a ding, indicating that installation of the newest version of StarCraft II had finished. The dimple that appeared on Yixing’s cheek was hidden as he pressed it against Junmyeon’s shoulder, eyes trailing over the words on the screen – the same words his friend had been staring at as the installation bar crept across the screen for the last thirty minutes.  It seemed like a game that even the older male couple play and the amount of fussing Junmyeon was doing over it… well, Yixing couldn’t help but be amused by it.

“It’s just because you’ve never tried before,” He soothed. “You were told that Terren would suit you best, right?” He continued, and Junmyeon’s eyebrows knitted together.

“I don’t think this game suits me,” He argued, very apparent in his attempt to find a way out of trying his hand at the game. Yixing shook his head, giving the other’s shoulder a slight nuzzle.

“You’re thinking too hard about this, that’s all. You’ll be fine,” He replied. “Didn’t Kyuhyun-hung say that it was a good way to make new friends?” He asked, removing his cheek from Junmyeon’s shoulder and replacing it with his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Just give it one try, for me?”

Yes, he was playing that card. But the other didn’t really talk to any of his classmates other than Kyuhyun, even in this their second year at the college. And he was always so reluctant to join in the conversations that happened at the lunch table Yixing had dragged him to sit at with Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo. Yixing would never admit it to the other, but he occasionally worried about what would have happened had they not been in a class together. Sure, they were both a little off balance as neither had found their romantic soulmates yet, but at this age some hadn’t found either soulmate. Yixing had heard that some never found their platonic soulmate and that it often lead to sparking of high tensions with their romantic soulmates. You could never be truly happy until you had both in your life.

Junmyeon looked away from the screen finally, his furrowed brow softening once he met Yixing’s gaze. A soft sigh passed his lips and he hung his head, pressing his cheek against Yixing’s fingers that still held his shoulder.

“Alright, alright,” He replied, lifting his head back up and turning his attention back to his laptop and taking the mouse in hand. Yixing smiled a little, then looked to the open book he had been taking notes from after he had directed Junmyeon’s browser to the Battle.net site and showed him how to install it to his laptop. His eyes flickered to Junmyeon once mote, surprising a giggle at how concentrated he was on a username and returned to taking notes as he deemed the uncertainty had passed for the post part.  Ten minutes of the other blond muttering ‘why are all of these names taken already’ and finally the laptop showed a loading screen.

… And about another fifteen before his screen read ‘game over’.

Before Yixing could say anything, Junmyeon had exited the game and closed his laptop, quickly standing and walking away, leaving the younger to sigh on the couch. Yixing did brighten a little when he came home early from his job at the local daycare three days later to see Junmyeon sitting at the desk on his side of their shared room, headphones on and playing the game again.
 

 

“Come on…. Come on,” Junmyeon muttered under his breath, watching his troops battling against the sudden invasion of Zerg. Yixing looked up from his composition, hearing the other blond let out a soft hiss followed by the almost continuous click of his mouth. Yixing stood from his bed, padding up behind the other slowly.

A few more moments and the movement of the screen stopped and Junmyeon sighed, pulling off his head set and leaning back in his chair. Yixing placed a hand on the back of Junmyeon’s head, and he looked up at Yixing as he began to pet Junmyeon’s head.

“I almost got him,” He said, sounding less upset about losing than Yixing had been expecting. Junmyeon looked back at the screed. “He was using Zerg. They can be invisible until they’re close enough to attack somehow. You need special things to be able to detect them,” He explained and Yixing nodded. He didn’t usually understand when Junmyeon talked about the game, but this was something simple enough. “I’ll get him next time,” He added, reaching back and placing his hand over Yixing’s. Yixing nodded, pulling his hand back when Junmyeon did, looking at the clock in the corner of Junmyeon’s screen.

“It’s getting late. I’ll go start on dinner,” He said, and Junmyeon nodded.

“I’ll come help you in a minute,” He replied and Yixing exited the room.

Junmyeon took a slow breath, looking over the numbers on the screen as he let it out. He moves his cursor over the x in the corner of his game screen when there was a soft ding and the chat box it up. His brows furrowed together before he clicked the box.
 

Danshing-Machine> hey you didn’t do too bad!
 

Junmyeon looked at the name then back to the game session he had been in. This was the first time that someone had contacted him after a match. Ever, actually.

Danshing-Machine> pretty sure if it wasn’t for my bainlings you would have won :3
 

Guardian-Junmyeon> Thanks. I’m still a little new.
I’m not usually paired with Zerg players.

Danshing-Machine> new?
how long have you been playing?

Guardian-Junmyeon> A little over a month.
 

There was a long paused and Junmyeon felt himself tense a little.
 

Danshing-Machine> that’s pretty new to me x3


Junmyeon let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.
 

Danshing-Machine> I’ve been playing for closer to 6. Only 2 with zerg though

Guardian-Junmyeon> I’ve only played Terren so far.

Danshing-Machine> you should try zerg sometime!
people get pissed and it’s fun



Junmyeon laughed at that, knowing well already that Zerg was the race that caused many to rage quit.
 

Guardian-Junmyeon> I’m sure it would take me a while to learn.

Danshing-Machine> i’ll teach you!
we can play together as a team and you can learn to do what I show you :3

 

Junmyeon felt a smile creep across his face.

 

Guardian-Junmyeon> Sounds like a plan.
How about this time tomorrow?
I’m supposed to be logging off and helping with dinner.

Danshing-Machine> helping with dinner?
you’re not like, 12 are you?

 

And just like that his smile was replaced with a small frown.

 

Guardian-Junmyeon> I’m not 12!
My roommate and I take the time most nights to make and eat dinner together.


With a particularly hard strike to the enter key the text appeared in the hat box and he stared at them for a moment before typing again.
 

Guardian-Junmyeon> I don’t have to explain myself to you.
 

He added before closing his laptop with a huff.

 

 

Danshing-Machine> i was thinking you wouldn’t come back :3

Junmyeon hadn’t planned on it, but here he was, game open to the chat box

 

Danshing-Machine> maybe you aren’t 12
a 12 year old would have thrown a bigger fit and wouldn’t have

Guardian-Junmyeon> I don’t see how helping with dinner made you think I was 12

Danshing-Machine> just sounded like something some kid would complain about

 

Junmyeon rolled his eyes at that.

 

Guardian-Junmyeon> You’re one of those trolls that people complain about, aren’t you?
You seem like you’re just trying to ruffle me up.

 

Danshing-Machine> it worked, didn’t it? ;3

 

Junmyeon almost closed out of the chat. This wasn’t what he had been looking for when he went looking for friends.

 

Danshing-Machine> anyway
you wanna learn how to play the best class? 83

 

Junmyeon sighed, but felt the smile from the day before pick at the corner of his lips

 

Guardian-Junmyeon> Only if you’re better at teaching than you are at guessing someone’s age.


 

“Junmyeon~” Yixing called, hooking his chin over the other’s shoulder. Junmyeon jumped a little at the touch, looking to Yixing as pulling his headset back and off of one of his ears.

“Yes?”

“You didn’t answer when I called,” Yixing said, staring curiously at the game session in play. “But you were talking. Have you made a friend?” He asked, tilting his head a little.

>“Hey! Pull your head outta your , we’re being attacked!” Came Danshing-machine’s voice from his headset. Junmyeon looked back to the screen, and back to deploying his units as quickly as he could.

“Y-yeah. Sorry I didn’t hear you, Yixing.” He said slowly, playing more attention to what he was doing than what he was saying. “He’s been teaching me a different class, so I’ve been trying to pick up the information as fast as I can.”

>“Tell your mom to extend your bed time.” He heard the other laugh.

“For the last time I’m not twelve! And he’s not my mom, he’s my roommate,” Junmyeon argues, feeling Yixing’s chin lift off of his shoulder after. He heard the blond say something, but Danshing-machine’s yelling in his other ear easily drown out the other’s oddly soft voice. He looked back over his shoulder at the other what he thought was only a few seconds later- once Danshing-machine had stopped freaking out about being attacked- to find himself alone in the room. He sighed, releasing his mouse and laying back in his chair.

>“Why the sigh? We won.”

“Yeah, but I think I hurt Yixing’s feelings. I think he thinks I was blowing him off. I’m pretty sure I did, actually. It’s about an hour past when we make dinner.”

>“I don’t see the big deal. He’s the one who convinced you to start playing, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, but—“

>“He should be happy you’re making friends.”

“He is-”

>“Then what’s the big deal? It’s not like he’s your soulmate or anything.”

Junmyeon’s eyes widened at that, his mouth hanging open a little as he wracked his brain for all the times he had mentioned Yixing, and something hit him. He had only ever called Yixing by his name, or said the other was his roommate.

“Actually… He is,” There was silence on the other end of his headset before he was pretty sure he heard the other mutter ‘’. “I need to go check on him. I‘ll talk to you tomorrow or something,” He said.

>“Yeah. Do what you need to.” Came the other’s reply before he closed his laptop and pulled off his headset, placing it on top of his closed laptop. He looked back at the closed door, taking a slow breath before getting up and heading out of their room. Hearing the sink running he made his way to and into the kitchen without a word.

He watched Yixing’s back for a few moments as he other washed some vegetables, waiting to father some nerve. Taking a few careful steps up behind the other, he rested his chin on Yixing’s shoulder, just as Yixing had to him a little earlier. He had far from expected being shrugged off, and for Yixing to slip from between Junmyeon and the sink, moving to the cupboard to the left of the stove, digging around noisily. Junmyeon frowned softly, turning off the sink, and then turned back to the unusually noisy blond.

“Yixing,” He called, silencing and stilling the other’s movement. “Yixing, I didn’t mean to ignore you. My friend was just being very loud, and I couldn’t hear you because of it.”

Yixing gave a single bod but made no movement that indicted he planned on leaving the cupboard any time soon. Near a minute of awkward silence and Yixing started digging around in the cupboard again. Junmyeon crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head a little. Yixing was always so non-chelate about things. Junmyeon had never seen him react even remotely like this- even when he had missed out on a chance to get into a school for advanced musicians. He had just smiled and snuggled closer to Junmyeon saying they could continue to go to the same college.

“Yixing.” He called again and Yixing stopped rusting around once again. “Yixing, look at me.” He got a head shake in response this time and when he stepped towards the other Yixing moved closer to the pots and pans inside the cupboards, looking as if he was planning on climbing inside.

“Yixing, please. I’m starting to think this isn’t just about me not hearing you. Did I do something to upset you?” He asked, now standing beside the other with the wooden door of the cupboard separating them. When he was still met with silence he squatted down, able to still see over the wooden door. “Please talk to me, so I know what I did and I’ll try everything I can never to do it again,” He pleaded softly and Yixing finally looked over at him. The misty puppy dog eyes he was met with had Junmyeon moving back enough to fully open the cupboard so the door no longer separated them.

“I…” He reached out towards the other but stopped half way when the other pulled back ever so slightly. “Yixing,” He sighed. “I didn’t think calling you my roommate would upset you,” He said, part of him hoping that the other would tell him that wasn’t what this was about. Yixing’s gaze dropped to the checker tile floor.

“You’ve never described me to someone… as being your roommate,” He replied softly, and it stung more when Junmyeon reminded himself that it was the only word he had used to describe their relationship to his friend.

“I know,” Junmyeon said, feeling a twinge of relief when Yixing didn’t try to pull away as he reached out again and he pulled the blond half way into his lap. “And after these last couple months it should be completely ingrained in my head. But like with the poetry, it’s taking a while to fully sink in.”

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Jung_SooyeonBD
#1
Chapter 7: this is AMAZING
Djatasma
#2
Chapter 105: Bless. *claps*
Moneylovefashionfame
#3
Chapter 105: nooooooo I can't believe it's over!!!!!!!!!!! I await eagerly for the epilogue!!
this was such a great story idea and such a great story!!! I'm glad it ended happily although that car crash scared me, suchen will always be my otp but I have a soft spot for xiutao in this. I think my favourite chapter is actually when jongdae confronts baekhyun after he leaves cy. idk there's something so precious about baekhyun running away only to run into the big red sign that is jongdae saying "wrong way, go back". man I can't believe this story is over but I'm also happy that it ends well, i don't think i could take another round of drama (seriously??? baekhyun with taehyung as a son????? I'm crying ) idk everything about this is good I love it all <333333333333333 x 100
Moneylovefashionfame
#4
Chapter 103: it was taehyung!!!!! i didn't even figure it out until you said it!!!!!
XiaoShixun #5
Chapter 105: awwww hunnie hannie
XiaoShixun #6
Chapter 104: Why would he said No?
Djatasma
#7
Chapter 104: What is up their sleeves? Yaaay Wus!
XiaoShixun #8
Chapter 103: Awwwwww
Djatasma
#9
Chapter 103: OMG why am I misting about the eyes
Teaspoone #10
Chapter 102: Omg don't do that to me! What is it with the boys and cars? Probably didn't help that I just read a fic where these two got in a wreck and Yeol actually died. *sobs* I was so scared you were just gonna off one of them XD. Great chapter, as usual. And a tiny bit of angsty-fluff at the end to wrap it up, well done. :)