Prompt o1 - o5 chocolate, tired, fast, light, fire
For the Casual Writer @ in_vazn
o1. Chocolate
DBSG (Jaejoong)
Dark, thick, laying down layer after layer, so dark it was almost black in the steadily darkening kitchen. Jaejoong wondered if he could finish before he was plunged into complete darkness.
Almost an hour later, the oven disturbs the silence of the seemingly empty room, pulling him away from reminiscing and bringing his attention to the darkness, the obvious lack of light emphasized by the green glow from the neon lights of the shop below.
He takes the cake out of the oven, carefully sets it on the counter, and sticks five candles into it, lighting it one by one-but stopping before the fifth. Jaejoong takes a look at the four lit candles glowing in his solitude, and turns around.
The rustle of a coat, the slamming of the door and the click of the lock. The apartment is empty and there seems to be no difference, but the tongues of flame waver in the wind, and are extinguished at the next gust.
Smoke curls up, white and thick, before disappearing into the wind. The curtain in Jaejoong’s kitchen flutters with the breeze as it leaves the apartment, waving into the emptiness.
Happy Fifth Anniversary.
o2. Tired
DBSG (Yunho)
Yunho ends the dance routine with his solo, and as the cd player loops itself from the beginning, he unlocks his joints and waves his hand as a signal to take a break. The three behind him take it gratefully, slumping to the ground, or making a run for the water bottles, or heading to the benches to lie down a bit. Achingly, he looks at their reflections, the absence of one significant in the way the bench was less one occupant, usually lying back with a cold towel over his forehead.
His heart is racing, the blood pumping in his veins races through his body, and his clothes are drenched with sweat. His muscles groan as he tries to loosen them, and start screaming as he catches the song’s beat.
Yunho dances, and he continues to dance, closing his eyes and moving fast enough so that he can’t see their reflections in the mirror anymore.
o3. Fast
DBSG (Yoochun)
It went by too fast, Yoochun thinks. Far too quickly. He’d only had a few years-and now he was gone, they were separated, and Yoochun couldn't do anything to follow him.
Now, life seemed to drip by like thick molasses, achingly painful in its sluggishness. Each minute ticked by; each millisecond felt like eternity stretching out emptily, void of smiles and warmth and him.
He leaves his workroom for a moment, and as he passes by the living room, the kitchen, the garden, he sees someone, tending to their own wounds in their own ways-and yet as he walks past that door opening to an empty bedroom, he feels like it would take more than eternity for him to heal.
o4. Light
DBSG (Junsu)
Silence, so thick and heavy and unnatural that all Junsu can think of is absence, and he closes his eyes, squeezing them shut and trying hard to hear what he can.
Nowadays, all four of them sleep together, in one room, three beds pushed together. But even now, in the darkness of their bedroom, Junsu can’t imagine there being five of them. It’s too quiet, the silence deafening as he lies there, still, holding his breath, eyes shut against any light.
He takes the darkness and pulls it around him like a comforting blanket, using it to blind him, to imagine that just beyond his reach, behind the two bodies in front of him, he slept silently, for Junsu to see the first thing in the morning.
Junsu reaches-beyond two bodies, the tips of this fingers searching, but he touching nothing.
o5. Fire
DBSG (Changmin)
It burns sometimes, sudden and searing and painful. One moment, Changmin could be speaking into a microphone, the next, crumpling to the ground in pain as his thoughts scatter into oblivion, shattered into millions of microscopic pieces by the sudden lancing of pain in his chest.
He’ll never get used to this, he thinks as he leans heavily against the shower wall. The tiles are mercifully freezing against his skin, and slowly, slowly, as he half-crouches, half-lies on the shower floor, the water loses its heat too, and drenches him in cold, numbing water. He closes his eyes and tries to feel nothing, tries to embrace the numbing cold around him.
When he wakes up later under the stifling heat of blankets and a hot compress next to him, Changmin looks up into the faces of his hyungs-there are only three of them now, because the other one is absent, causing this burning feeling to come, piercing and consuming like acid under his skin and in his chest, and he shouts, yells, wordless and full of meaning, and the last thought he has before succumbing to his feverish dreams again is how sorry he is, to the other hyungs for adding to their worries.
:DDD Prs to not be shooting me? :DDD
o1. Chocolate
DBSG (Jaejoong)
Dark, thick, laying down layer after layer, so dark it was almost black in the steadily darkening kitchen. Jaejoong wondered if he could finish before he was plunged into complete darkness.
Almost an hour later, the oven disturbs the silence of the seemingly empty room, pulling him away from reminiscing and bringing his attention to the darkness, the obvious lack of light emphasized by the green glow from the neon lights of the shop below.
He takes the cake out of the oven, carefully sets it on the counter, and sticks five candles into it, lighting it one by one-but stopping before the fifth. Jaejoong takes a look at the four lit candles glowing in his solitude, and turns around.
The rustle of a coat, the slamming of the door and the click of the lock. The apartment is empty and there seems to be no difference, but the tongues of flame waver in the wind, and are extinguished at the next gust.
Smoke curls up, white and thick, before disappearing into the wind. The curtain in Jaejoong’s kitchen flutters with the breeze as it leaves the apartment, waving into the emptiness.
Happy Fifth Anniversary.
o2. Tired
DBSG (Yunho)
Yunho ends the dance routine with his solo, and as the cd player loops itself from the beginning, he unlocks his joints and waves his hand as a signal to take a break. The three behind him take it gratefully, slumping to the ground, or making a run for the water bottles, or heading to the benches to lie down a bit. Achingly, he looks at their reflections, the absence of one significant in the way the bench was less one occupant, usually lying back with a cold towel over his forehead.
His heart is racing, the blood pumping in his veins races through his body, and his clothes are drenched with sweat. His muscles groan as he tries to loosen them, and start screaming as he catches the song’s beat.
Yunho dances, and he continues to dance, closing his eyes and moving fast enough so that he can’t see their reflections in the mirror anymore.
o3. Fast
DBSG (Yoochun)
It went by too fast, Yoochun thinks. Far too quickly. He’d only had a few years-and now he was gone, they were separated, and Yoochun couldn't do anything to follow him.
Now, life seemed to drip by like thick molasses, achingly painful in its sluggishness. Each minute ticked by; each millisecond felt like eternity stretching out emptily, void of smiles and warmth and him.
He leaves his workroom for a moment, and as he passes by the living room, the kitchen, the garden, he sees someone, tending to their own wounds in their own ways-and yet as he walks past that door opening to an empty bedroom, he feels like it would take more than eternity for him to heal.
o4. Light
DBSG (Junsu)
Silence, so thick and heavy and unnatural that all Junsu can think of is absence, and he closes his eyes, squeezing them shut and trying hard to hear what he can.
Nowadays, all four of them sleep together, in one room, three beds pushed together. But even now, in the darkness of their bedroom, Junsu can’t imagine there being five of them. It’s too quiet, the silence deafening as he lies there, still, holding his breath, eyes shut against any light.
He takes the darkness and pulls it around him like a comforting blanket, using it to blind him, to imagine that just beyond his reach, behind the two bodies in front of him, he slept silently, for Junsu to see the first thing in the morning.
Junsu reaches-beyond two bodies, the tips of this fingers searching, but he touching nothing.
o5. Fire
DBSG (Changmin)
It burns sometimes, sudden and searing and painful. One moment, Changmin could be speaking into a microphone, the next, crumpling to the ground in pain as his thoughts scatter into oblivion, shattered into millions of microscopic pieces by the sudden lancing of pain in his chest.
He’ll never get used to this, he thinks as he leans heavily against the shower wall. The tiles are mercifully freezing against his skin, and slowly, slowly, as he half-crouches, half-lies on the shower floor, the water loses its heat too, and drenches him in cold, numbing water. He closes his eyes and tries to feel nothing, tries to embrace the numbing cold around him.
When he wakes up later under the stifling heat of blankets and a hot compress next to him, Changmin looks up into the faces of his hyungs-there are only three of them now, because the other one is absent, causing this burning feeling to come, piercing and consuming like acid under his skin and in his chest, and he shouts, yells, wordless and full of meaning, and the last thought he has before succumbing to his feverish dreams again is how sorry he is, to the other hyungs for adding to their worries.
:DDD Prs to not be shooting me? :DDD