Prompt 11-15 midnight, letters, planets, sexy, unhealthy
For the casual writer at in_vazn
11. Midnight
DBSG (Yoochun, Changmin)
As was expected, sleep wouldn’t come.
Yoochun rolled off the bed-and looking back into the darkened room, he discerns two figures curled up close without actually touching, their breaths steady and reassuring in the otherwise empty silence.
He closes the door quietly behind him and makes his way towards the beach house’s porch, making a small detour on the way to pour himself a cut of coffee, padding quietly across the living room towards the early morning ocean breeze and the beginnings of a new day.
Changmin’s already there, and he lifts the blanket around him in invitation, and together, they spend the day’s first hours in silence and watch as the sun spills up from the ocean, greeting another day of breaths and heartbeats and mingling voices.
12. Letters
DBSG (Yunho, Junsu)
They spend the afternoon in quiet solitude woven in with voices from the past, sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by newspaper clippings, photographs, films and at least a hundred pieces of paper as Heart, Mind and Soul loops from the kitchen island.
Yunho finds himself holding a picture from their Rising Sun days, when they had started to take over Asia, emerging from Korea to dominate Japan, the first step to the whole world knowing their names. He touches the picture fondly, his fingers running over each face, before leaning over and pressing it into the scrapbook he’s been compiling, now thick with preserved memories and pieces from their past.
He pulls back, and makes a motion for the man beside him to look.
“It’s finished, ‘Su.”
“Aa.”
They look at the book- a mere binding of fibres and cloth and plastic, and see something so much more important, and Junsu leans over, grabs a marker and flips to the last page, already the back cover. Yunho watches, and grins as he sees what Junsu did.
DongBang HWAITING! Let’s take over the west next! Rising Gods forever!! \(>u<)/
"That's so cheesy, 'Su!!!"
13. Planets
DBSG (Jaejoong, Shadow!Yoochun, Shadow!Changmin)
But on your tiny little planet, all you needed to do was move your chair a few steps. And you could watch the twilight falling whenever you felt like it…
‘You know… When one is terribly sad, one loves sunsets…’
‘The day you watched those forty-four sunsets, were you that sad?’ I asked.
But the Little Prince made no reply.
When Jaejoong wakes up, it’s to a cooling back and a warm front, and he knows without looking that two of them are gone from the bed again. He looks at the sleeping man before him and smiled fondly, plumping up the pillows and tucking in the blanket tight around the lone figure, before approaching the window and watching the two forms silhouetted by the fast rising sun.
He smiles, and looks at the still-darkened half of the sky behind the palm trees bordering the beach house, sending up a prayer before he slips out of the room, and makes his way to the kitchen, already thinking of what breakfast to make.
Jaejoong hums quietly to himself and puts in one of their old CDs into the even older player in the kitchen, and as he starts to mix a batter, the sunrise paints his back orange, and light begins to bleed into the kitchen.
14. Sexy + 15. Unhealthy
DBSG (Anyone. Could be a fangirl’s pov)
You sigh and flip the pages of the magazine, waiting for the telltale sound of the mailbox being opened. The pages drop from your limp grasp, one by one, paragraph after paragraph of things you would’ve usually found interesting.
But ever since DongBang had lost a member, everything seemed to melt away in comparison, and all you could do was worry ‘Is DongBang going to be alright?’
Half the night passes-you read books, check your email, your blog, have dinner, and it’s past eight when you finally hear the creaking of the rusty hinge, and you’re off, dashing to the front door in record time to see he package fall next to your shoes.
Paper flies, and the next thing you know, the latest SMag, right there in your hands, fresh off the printing press so from just earlier that morning. You bite your lip and try to suppress the growing excitement, flipping the pages till you find it, a simple black and white article-two whole pages of text, and you skim through, your eyes landing on the picture at the bottom.
Your teeth worry your lip and finally break the skin.
DongBang with just four members, and they look darker, more mature, but at the same time, you glance at the picture’s composition and you cannot ignore that one empty space, gaping and real.
Your eyes travel back to the text, and you begin to read the article.
11. Midnight
DBSG (Yoochun, Changmin)
As was expected, sleep wouldn’t come.
Yoochun rolled off the bed-and looking back into the darkened room, he discerns two figures curled up close without actually touching, their breaths steady and reassuring in the otherwise empty silence.
He closes the door quietly behind him and makes his way towards the beach house’s porch, making a small detour on the way to pour himself a cut of coffee, padding quietly across the living room towards the early morning ocean breeze and the beginnings of a new day.
Changmin’s already there, and he lifts the blanket around him in invitation, and together, they spend the day’s first hours in silence and watch as the sun spills up from the ocean, greeting another day of breaths and heartbeats and mingling voices.
12. Letters
DBSG (Yunho, Junsu)
They spend the afternoon in quiet solitude woven in with voices from the past, sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by newspaper clippings, photographs, films and at least a hundred pieces of paper as Heart, Mind and Soul loops from the kitchen island.
Yunho finds himself holding a picture from their Rising Sun days, when they had started to take over Asia, emerging from Korea to dominate Japan, the first step to the whole world knowing their names. He touches the picture fondly, his fingers running over each face, before leaning over and pressing it into the scrapbook he’s been compiling, now thick with preserved memories and pieces from their past.
He pulls back, and makes a motion for the man beside him to look.
“It’s finished, ‘Su.”
“Aa.”
They look at the book- a mere binding of fibres and cloth and plastic, and see something so much more important, and Junsu leans over, grabs a marker and flips to the last page, already the back cover. Yunho watches, and grins as he sees what Junsu did.
DongBang HWAITING! Let’s take over the west next! Rising Gods forever!! \(>u<)/
"That's so cheesy, 'Su!!!"
13. Planets
DBSG (Jaejoong, Shadow!Yoochun, Shadow!Changmin)
But on your tiny little planet, all you needed to do was move your chair a few steps. And you could watch the twilight falling whenever you felt like it…
‘You know… When one is terribly sad, one loves sunsets…’
‘The day you watched those forty-four sunsets, were you that sad?’ I asked.
But the Little Prince made no reply.
When Jaejoong wakes up, it’s to a cooling back and a warm front, and he knows without looking that two of them are gone from the bed again. He looks at the sleeping man before him and smiled fondly, plumping up the pillows and tucking in the blanket tight around the lone figure, before approaching the window and watching the two forms silhouetted by the fast rising sun.
He smiles, and looks at the still-darkened half of the sky behind the palm trees bordering the beach house, sending up a prayer before he slips out of the room, and makes his way to the kitchen, already thinking of what breakfast to make.
Jaejoong hums quietly to himself and puts in one of their old CDs into the even older player in the kitchen, and as he starts to mix a batter, the sunrise paints his back orange, and light begins to bleed into the kitchen.
14. Sexy + 15. Unhealthy
DBSG (Anyone. Could be a fangirl’s pov)
You sigh and flip the pages of the magazine, waiting for the telltale sound of the mailbox being opened. The pages drop from your limp grasp, one by one, paragraph after paragraph of things you would’ve usually found interesting.
But ever since DongBang had lost a member, everything seemed to melt away in comparison, and all you could do was worry ‘Is DongBang going to be alright?’
Half the night passes-you read books, check your email, your blog, have dinner, and it’s past eight when you finally hear the creaking of the rusty hinge, and you’re off, dashing to the front door in record time to see he package fall next to your shoes.
Paper flies, and the next thing you know, the latest SMag, right there in your hands, fresh off the printing press so from just earlier that morning. You bite your lip and try to suppress the growing excitement, flipping the pages till you find it, a simple black and white article-two whole pages of text, and you skim through, your eyes landing on the picture at the bottom.
Your teeth worry your lip and finally break the skin.
DongBang with just four members, and they look darker, more mature, but at the same time, you glance at the picture’s composition and you cannot ignore that one empty space, gaping and real.
Your eyes travel back to the text, and you begin to read the article.