faulty wiring (500 word drabble)
title: faulty wiring
pairing: kaisoo
rating: pg
word count: 500 (drabble)
summary: kyungsoo is afraid of the dark. or something.
The lights have been flickering for the last hour and a half. Kyungsoo is sure they're going to go out, while Jongin remains optimistic. Jongin thinks this may be a metaphor for their relationship.
But, of course, he can't be sure of anything at the moment, because Kyungsoo has been complaining since the lights started going haywire. Every time the lights stay out for more than a few seconds, Kyungsoo begins with “I told you--” before they come back on again.
It has to be a metaphor of some kind.
Half an hour goes by painfully slow, each second sharpening the pain in Jongin's back as he sits next to Kyungsoo on the floor by the large window in their shared apartment. It's weird, sharing an apartment. Annoying, sometimes, especially when the lights flicker. Especially when Kyungsoo is in a bad mood when the lights flicker.
“I told you--” and they're on again, Kyungsoo falling back into his state of staring out the window and occasionally mumbling something about the bad weather. Jongin doesn't know why he's so upset. Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the lighting, maybe it's the fact that if the lights do go out for any extended period of time, everything in the freezer will melt.
Whatever. Jongin can feel his ass going numb. He needs a pillow.
Jongin moves to get up from his seat beside his more-than-friend, and Kyungsoo's eyes immediately shift from their watch to meet his. “Where are you going?” Jongin senses something in the question. Must be the metaphor.
“You're making me sit here until the lights settle down, yeah? I'm going to find a pillow.”
Kyungsoo just nods and turns back to his window (which, now that Jongin thinks about it, isn't much of a window in the dark, more of a mirror), and though Jongin suspects he wants to say more, he really needs to find something to sit on.
When he returns to Kyungsoo's chosen sulking spot, salmon-colored pillow in hand, the lights have gone out, and Kyungsoo isn't watching the dark window or mumbling about the bad weather. His eyes are on the floor and his hands are covering his ears, obviously not enjoying the combination of the storm outside.
Jongin sets the pillow down next to Kyungsoo, taking back his place and pulling Kyungsoo closer easily. Kyungsoo's eyes meet his for only a second before squeezing shut at another flash of light (Jongin couldn't tell if it was the lighting or the lamp trying to revive itself), all signs of complaining gone at the loss of indoor lighting.
“Should've told me,” he says, rubbing Kyungsoo's back soothingly. They sit side by side, because Jongin thinks all Kyungsoo needs is his shitty side-hug and a little reassurance. But eventually Kyungsoo leans his head on Jongin's shoulder, and everything seems fine, even when Kyungsoo mumbles about the bad weather and cringes at the lighting.
It's so beautiful, Jongin thinks, it has to be a metaphor.
pairing: kaisoo
rating: pg
word count: 500 (drabble)
summary: kyungsoo is afraid of the dark. or something.
The lights have been flickering for the last hour and a half. Kyungsoo is sure they're going to go out, while Jongin remains optimistic. Jongin thinks this may be a metaphor for their relationship.
But, of course, he can't be sure of anything at the moment, because Kyungsoo has been complaining since the lights started going haywire. Every time the lights stay out for more than a few seconds, Kyungsoo begins with “I told you--” before they come back on again.
It has to be a metaphor of some kind.
Half an hour goes by painfully slow, each second sharpening the pain in Jongin's back as he sits next to Kyungsoo on the floor by the large window in their shared apartment. It's weird, sharing an apartment. Annoying, sometimes, especially when the lights flicker. Especially when Kyungsoo is in a bad mood when the lights flicker.
“I told you--” and they're on again, Kyungsoo falling back into his state of staring out the window and occasionally mumbling something about the bad weather. Jongin doesn't know why he's so upset. Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the lighting, maybe it's the fact that if the lights do go out for any extended period of time, everything in the freezer will melt.
Whatever. Jongin can feel his ass going numb. He needs a pillow.
Jongin moves to get up from his seat beside his more-than-friend, and Kyungsoo's eyes immediately shift from their watch to meet his. “Where are you going?” Jongin senses something in the question. Must be the metaphor.
“You're making me sit here until the lights settle down, yeah? I'm going to find a pillow.”
Kyungsoo just nods and turns back to his window (which, now that Jongin thinks about it, isn't much of a window in the dark, more of a mirror), and though Jongin suspects he wants to say more, he really needs to find something to sit on.
When he returns to Kyungsoo's chosen sulking spot, salmon-colored pillow in hand, the lights have gone out, and Kyungsoo isn't watching the dark window or mumbling about the bad weather. His eyes are on the floor and his hands are covering his ears, obviously not enjoying the combination of the storm outside.
Jongin sets the pillow down next to Kyungsoo, taking back his place and pulling Kyungsoo closer easily. Kyungsoo's eyes meet his for only a second before squeezing shut at another flash of light (Jongin couldn't tell if it was the lighting or the lamp trying to revive itself), all signs of complaining gone at the loss of indoor lighting.
“Should've told me,” he says, rubbing Kyungsoo's back soothingly. They sit side by side, because Jongin thinks all Kyungsoo needs is his shitty side-hug and a little reassurance. But eventually Kyungsoo leans his head on Jongin's shoulder, and everything seems fine, even when Kyungsoo mumbles about the bad weather and cringes at the lighting.
It's so beautiful, Jongin thinks, it has to be a metaphor.