control (500 word drabble)
title: control
pairing: someone x someone
rating: pg
word count: 500 (drabble)
summary: this will be a nice change, i think.
*author's note: i imagined baekhyun as the other person, not sure who the narrator is.
You are very forward about everything you do.
You like pushing your way into conversations you're not really apart of and dictating what is said and done. You want to be in control, I think, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
When you ask me if I want to come over and watch a movie, a black and white film, I tell you I don't want to do that tonight.
“Why not?” you ask, voice sounding annoyed even over the phone. I take a deep breath and tell you I would rather do something else, something with color and sound and excitement. Not that a black and white movie can't be exciting, I explain, because I know you like black and white movies, but I would rather do something else.
You ask me what I want to do instead, and I think I can hear you tapping a pen on that wood-colored plastic desk you refuse to trade in for something better. Figures.
“Let's go out, somewhere outside,” I say and the tapping stops. Like where? you ask. I say the fair is in town. You tell me the fair is too loud. I tell you I want to go anyway. There's a pause and you agree, the tapping sound continues briefly before the line goes silent.
You are very forward about everything you do, which is why I'm surprised you will go to the fair with me. Surprised and excited, I think my heartbeat is going faster than before.
A few minutes go by before I get a text with a meeting place and a time, tonight at 8pm in front of the fairgrounds
You like to be in control of situations, setting the meeting time and place. I'll give you that, mostly because I'm happy you've agreed to go and don't want you in a bad mood for the rest of the night.
I'll give you that.
I think you need this, I think you need to get out and be surrounded by things you cannot control. I know how that sounds, it sounds awful, because you like to be in control and I don't want to deprive you of something you like, but you need this. Maybe I need this.
We never go out. This will be a nice change, I think.
When we meet at the fairgrounds, 8pm on the dot, you wrap your arm around my waist and we walk to the ticket counter together, having light conversation on the nice weather. You aren't sulking as much as I thought you would, and for that I'm grateful. I hope you're being this way to make me happy. The lights are making me happy, too.
The rides go by quickly, one after another until we both have to take a cotton-candy break. I think, now, you like the fair, or at least have gotten used to the bright lights and screaming children.
I hope you're having fun.
I hope you're happy.
pairing: someone x someone
rating: pg
word count: 500 (drabble)
summary: this will be a nice change, i think.
*author's note: i imagined baekhyun as the other person, not sure who the narrator is.
You are very forward about everything you do.
You like pushing your way into conversations you're not really apart of and dictating what is said and done. You want to be in control, I think, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
When you ask me if I want to come over and watch a movie, a black and white film, I tell you I don't want to do that tonight.
“Why not?” you ask, voice sounding annoyed even over the phone. I take a deep breath and tell you I would rather do something else, something with color and sound and excitement. Not that a black and white movie can't be exciting, I explain, because I know you like black and white movies, but I would rather do something else.
You ask me what I want to do instead, and I think I can hear you tapping a pen on that wood-colored plastic desk you refuse to trade in for something better. Figures.
“Let's go out, somewhere outside,” I say and the tapping stops. Like where? you ask. I say the fair is in town. You tell me the fair is too loud. I tell you I want to go anyway. There's a pause and you agree, the tapping sound continues briefly before the line goes silent.
You are very forward about everything you do, which is why I'm surprised you will go to the fair with me. Surprised and excited, I think my heartbeat is going faster than before.
A few minutes go by before I get a text with a meeting place and a time, tonight at 8pm in front of the fairgrounds
You like to be in control of situations, setting the meeting time and place. I'll give you that, mostly because I'm happy you've agreed to go and don't want you in a bad mood for the rest of the night.
I'll give you that.
I think you need this, I think you need to get out and be surrounded by things you cannot control. I know how that sounds, it sounds awful, because you like to be in control and I don't want to deprive you of something you like, but you need this. Maybe I need this.
We never go out. This will be a nice change, I think.
When we meet at the fairgrounds, 8pm on the dot, you wrap your arm around my waist and we walk to the ticket counter together, having light conversation on the nice weather. You aren't sulking as much as I thought you would, and for that I'm grateful. I hope you're being this way to make me happy. The lights are making me happy, too.
The rides go by quickly, one after another until we both have to take a cotton-candy break. I think, now, you like the fair, or at least have gotten used to the bright lights and screaming children.
I hope you're having fun.
I hope you're happy.