dreams
dreams
→ jinki x kibum; pg; 572 words.
it's 11.09AM, my brain's still in a fuzz. i wrote this in a two hour period because it feels like today is a good day and because i'm almost done with my exams. yipee. inspired because i dreamt about something, but i can't remember exactly what. and also something that my friend posted on tumblr.
dreams.
Dreams are usually categorized into two groups - one, the kind of dreams that would usually just flow through perfectly, just the way you want and two, the kind of dreams that would usually flow through in a twisted way, just the way you don’t want it to. Jinki’s dreams, however, lingers somewhere in between the two. He tucks himself under the pink comfy sheets and lets his heavy eyelids curtain his eyes.
There is a bench, those kind of wooden ones and it looks like it’s about to break the minute you sit on it. There is a man, those kind of men that looks absolutely harmless but somehow not. There is Jinki, who looks around and wonders why is he here. Jinki, there is a voice and Jinki knows it belongs to the man on the half-threatening-to-break bench. The man’s face is somehow blurred but Jinki knows who he is. Kibum, Jinki replies.
Kibum pats the empty seat beside him. The bench is going to break, Jinki dumbly says. Kibum’s face is blurred, but Jinki knows he’s smiling. Jinki takes a step forward, two steps forward, three steps forward and he slowly sits on the wooden bench. There is a loud creak, but the bench, to Jinki’s amusement, doesn’t break. Kibum takes Jinki’s fingers, intertwined his own long and slender ones with Jinki’s.
Jinki smiles to himself, Kibum lets his face rest on Jinki’s shoulder. Kibum starts humming a song, Jinki decides to not ask what song it was, afraid that it would break the comfortable silence between them. Kibum plays with Jinki’s fingers and he feels a cold feeling on one of his fingers.
Jinki looks.
It is a ring, just a plain ring with no carvings or what nonsense.
Kibum grins, because Jinki can feel his cheek muscles moving on his shoulder, it looks good on you. Jinki chuckles back. Kibum lifts his head off Jinki’s shoulder, his shoulder suddenly feels like it weighs a ton, like it suddenly feels as if there was an entire load of brick on it.
He feels Kibum leaning in, their noses almost touching.
Jinki wakes up, only because he feels someone pulling off his warm blanket and the cold air embracing his pair of legs. Are you done dreaming, Kibum says, crossing his arms and the blankets wrapped around his perfect arms. Jinki rubs his eyes, what time is it. Kibum snorts and tosses the blanket back to him, it’s half past twelve in the afternoon and you’re the only one not awake.
Jinki massages his temples, and recollects the pieces of his dreams. He somehow wants the continuation to happen, yet he doesn’t. He lifts himself off the bed and drags his heavy legs out of the bedroom. Good afternoon, Minho’s voice reaches his ears to which Jinki replies back with a short smile.
You dream a lot, don’t you, Minho says as he munches on the sandwich Kibum passes to him.
The leader doesn’t answer, he looks at Kibum in the kitchen, fussing about something that Jinki can’t really catch, and he looks at Jonghyun who’s beside Kibum his hands somehow wrapped around his slender waist. Jinki turns to Minho and gives him another smile.
I dream, because there’s no other way I can see it happen.
→ jinki x kibum; pg; 572 words.
it's 11.09AM, my brain's still in a fuzz. i wrote this in a two hour period because it feels like today is a good day and because i'm almost done with my exams. yipee. inspired because i dreamt about something, but i can't remember exactly what. and also something that my friend posted on tumblr.
dreams.
Dreams are usually categorized into two groups - one, the kind of dreams that would usually just flow through perfectly, just the way you want and two, the kind of dreams that would usually flow through in a twisted way, just the way you don’t want it to. Jinki’s dreams, however, lingers somewhere in between the two. He tucks himself under the pink comfy sheets and lets his heavy eyelids curtain his eyes.
There is a bench, those kind of wooden ones and it looks like it’s about to break the minute you sit on it. There is a man, those kind of men that looks absolutely harmless but somehow not. There is Jinki, who looks around and wonders why is he here. Jinki, there is a voice and Jinki knows it belongs to the man on the half-threatening-to-break bench. The man’s face is somehow blurred but Jinki knows who he is. Kibum, Jinki replies.
Kibum pats the empty seat beside him. The bench is going to break, Jinki dumbly says. Kibum’s face is blurred, but Jinki knows he’s smiling. Jinki takes a step forward, two steps forward, three steps forward and he slowly sits on the wooden bench. There is a loud creak, but the bench, to Jinki’s amusement, doesn’t break. Kibum takes Jinki’s fingers, intertwined his own long and slender ones with Jinki’s.
Jinki smiles to himself, Kibum lets his face rest on Jinki’s shoulder. Kibum starts humming a song, Jinki decides to not ask what song it was, afraid that it would break the comfortable silence between them. Kibum plays with Jinki’s fingers and he feels a cold feeling on one of his fingers.
Jinki looks.
It is a ring, just a plain ring with no carvings or what nonsense.
Kibum grins, because Jinki can feel his cheek muscles moving on his shoulder, it looks good on you. Jinki chuckles back. Kibum lifts his head off Jinki’s shoulder, his shoulder suddenly feels like it weighs a ton, like it suddenly feels as if there was an entire load of brick on it.
He feels Kibum leaning in, their noses almost touching.
Jinki wakes up, only because he feels someone pulling off his warm blanket and the cold air embracing his pair of legs. Are you done dreaming, Kibum says, crossing his arms and the blankets wrapped around his perfect arms. Jinki rubs his eyes, what time is it. Kibum snorts and tosses the blanket back to him, it’s half past twelve in the afternoon and you’re the only one not awake.
Jinki massages his temples, and recollects the pieces of his dreams. He somehow wants the continuation to happen, yet he doesn’t. He lifts himself off the bed and drags his heavy legs out of the bedroom. Good afternoon, Minho’s voice reaches his ears to which Jinki replies back with a short smile.
You dream a lot, don’t you, Minho says as he munches on the sandwich Kibum passes to him.
The leader doesn’t answer, he looks at Kibum in the kitchen, fussing about something that Jinki can’t really catch, and he looks at Jonghyun who’s beside Kibum his hands somehow wrapped around his slender waist. Jinki turns to Minho and gives him another smile.
I dream, because there’s no other way I can see it happen.