Doyoung stepped inside the kitchen, his footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. His heart was heavy with the weight of yesterday's fight with Junghwan. As he turned the corner, he saw Junghwan and Haruto sitting at the dining table, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the morning light. They were laughing and chatting away like they didn't have a care in the world, their voices filling the room with a sense of warmth and comfort.
Doyoung couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched them. It was like watching two puzzle pieces fit perfectly together, a sight that made his stomach churn with a mix of anger and sadness. He knew he was the odd one, the outsider looking in on a moment that wasn't meant for him.
Doyoung knew it was mostly his fault, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just stood there, watching them, feeling like he was being replaced by someone else.
The air in the room felt thick and heavy like a storm was brewing just beneath the surface. Doyoung could feel the tension between him and Junghwan, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. He wanted to speak, to say something that would break the silence and ease the tension, but his throat felt tight and constricted.
Oblivious to the tension, Haruto continued to talk, his voice filling the room with warmth. Doyoung couldn't help but feel like an outsider like he didn't belong there anymore. The room felt like it was closing in on him like he was suffocating in a sea of unspoken emotions. He wanted to scream, to cry, to lash out at them both, but he couldn't find the words. He just stood there, feeling like his heart was breaking into a million tiny pieces.
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Junkyu barged into the kitchen, his presence filling the room with energy. He asked Doyoung why he was just standing there, and without waiting for an answer, he dragged him to the dining table, where they started eating.
Junghwan, already sitting at the table, smiled at Doyoung, his eyes full of warmth. It was as if he had already forgotten their argument from the day before, and Doyoung found himself unable to resist Junghwan's charm and smiled back.
The kitchen filled itself with the other members arriving to eat breakfast. The sound of their chatter echoed through the room, creating a symphony of voices that made Doyoung forget all of his problems.
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After eating, all the members prepared themselves to go to the dance training. The comeback was very close; it was only a matter of days. The MV shooting was done; the members only had to practice one more time for their showcase on Inkigayo.
Arriving at the dance room, they all started their dance routine. The music filled the space, and the members moved in perfect synchronicity. It was as if they were one, their bodies moving harmoniously with the beat. Doyoung found himself lost in the music, his body moving effortlessly. He felt alive as if he was in his element. It was as if nothing else mattered at that moment but the dance.
Doyoung and Junkyu's dance routine was an expression of love, filled with emotions and tension, just like the dance teacher asked. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, creating a poetic dance that spoke to the soul. However, Doyoung found himself struggling with a move. His body tensed up, his mind racing to catch up with the steps. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Junghwan approaching.
Junghwan, who had been watching them closely, came to help. He moved Doyoung's arm in the right direction, his hand lingering a bit longer than it should have on Doyoung's arm. But none of them seemed to mind.
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The Torture Of Being In Love [Dohwan/Hwanyoung)
Fanfiction(We need more Hwanbby stories in English!) A story where Doyoung feels a lot, and doesn't know how to process his feelings. A broken friendship, a new one leads to desire and jealousy. Will this circle end well? (English isn't my first language) ...
