coppélia
coppélia
→ jonghyun x taemin; pg-13; 1716 words
i haven't been writing lately because i've been suffering from lack of imaginations and creativity, which results to a writers' block. i got this idea from my ballet class today, my teacher was telling us about a musical called coppelia. it's about a dancing doll, basically. i was inspired by it and thus this kind-of-failed-fantasy-genre. but i hope you do enjoy because i got out of my writers' block /happy/ but this is kind of jonghyun-centric. ah, whatever, am gonna classify it under jongtae anyway.
coppélia
There is a man named Kibum who makes dolls.
Kibum makes thunderous amounts of dolls, not the dolls like oh i can play with her hair and braid it too kind of dolls, more like the it’s so elegant and it’s dancing kind of dolls. If Kibum had to describe his dolls, it is his heart, mind and soul. Kibum makes his dolls so beautiful that you wouldn’t even think twice to buy. You see, set your eyes on it and empty out your wallets just for it. Kibum’s dolls are the definition of beautiful.
There is a doll named Taemin who dances in a majestic perfection.
Taemin dances, dances and dances because he was made and programmed that way, not the dances like oh it’s so beautiful and let’s clap for it, more like the oh it’s so per-fucking-fect and i want that doll kind of dance. If someone had to describe (because Taemin doesn’t talk) his dances, it would be the perfection of contemporary genre. It’s not that Taemin doesn’t talk, it’s because he sees the same foreign eyes everyday that they look the same, like aliens looking at a human.
“You’ll find your perfect person, one day” Kibum says softly as he combs his hair.
And there is a man named Jonghyun who dreams a lot.
Jonghyun falls a lot in his dreams, not the falls like oh there’s a stone and i fall kind of dreams, more like the why is it so dark and why is there no end to this kind of dreams. If Jonghyun had to describe his dreams, it would like falling into a pit of never-ending abyss where it’s not cold nor warm. It’s just, empty. He just falls, falls, falls, falls and falls. It doesn’t stop until the ringing of his alarm infiltrate his world of dreams.
He wakes up breaking in cold sweat. It’s pathetic, he thinks.
Jonghyun doesn’t really like to sleep, you see. It’s always the same falling, depressing dream. He comes home, body heavy and tired, almost passing out right on the couch, but he bears it. He cleans himself up, flops himself on the unmade bed and he just sleeps in an instant. He wakes up four hours later, sweating. He grabs a cup of coffee and thinks it’s probably the worst thing to do at four in the morning because he probably won’t be able to go back to sleep.
He doesn’t try either, he just sits, stares at the empty screen of his television until the clock strikes ten.
“Is that doll for sale?” He points at Taemin, who’s sitting on the window sill. Kibum smiles, “I’m sorry, Seungri. He’s not for sale”. Seungri frowns, “I’m willing to pay ten times for that doll”. Kibum shakes his head, “That doll is not for sale and that’s final”. Seungri leaves the shop in frustration, muttering something like i’m going to be back for it.
Kibum shrugs it off, there’s always the same kind of customers who would ask for Taemin.
“Sorry, Taemin. I’ll get you out of this shop soon” Kibum mutters as he brushes Taemin’s hair, Taemin’s lip twitches, he tries to smile.
“Uhm, excuse me”
Kibum turns his back on Taemin, “Welcome to the Dollhouse”. The man in front of him smiles warmly, “Are you the doll maker?”. Kibum nods slowly, observing the man before him with eagle-like eyes, as if he was about to steal something, “Yes I am. I’m Kim Kibum, and you are..?”
“Kim Jonghyun”
“Well then, Mr. Jonghyun. What brings you into the shop?”
“I was just wondering about that doll over at the window sill”
Kibum frowns, “He’s not for sale”
“Oh no. Not that, I wanted to ask if he’s the one that is going to be dancing at the Town Square this week”
“Yeah, he is”
Jonghyun leaves the shop a little while after, Kibum doesn’t really know what’s his purpose of being in the shop either. He turns around and looks at Taemin, he smiles at the sight of the doll. Under the glows of the warm sunlight, Taemin’s eyes were sparkling.
Sungmin invites Jonghyun to a contemporary ballet showcase, Jonghyun thinks that Sungmin is screwed up in the head and gives him the are you screwed up in your head look but the older boy only shoves the tickets in his hands, winking and whispering, “You won’t regret because the famous Lee Taemin will be dancing”.
Jonghyun has heard of this Lee Taemin, alright. He was a doll and according to Sungmin, he was beautiful and he was truly (“Oh shut up”, Jonghyun snaps) beautiful. Sungmin somehow persuades Jonghyun to ‘check out’ the dancing doll, and true enough, Taemin sparkles, even without the glows of the sunlight.
His feet somehow find their way into the shop, somehow gets that doll maker’s number (his name is Kim Kibum, Jonghyun reminds himself) somehow feel like that Taemin doll is looking at him and he somehow feels self-conscious.
Jonghyun thinks he’s growing more and more pathetic as the days go by.
“Do you know the story of Coppélia?” Sungmin asks the next day over lunch. Jonghyun only stares at gives him the does it look like i know about all this copper ballet shows look. Sungmin ignores his look (he always does or he won’t live long anyway) and recites the story, “It’s about this mysterious and faintly diabolical inventor, Doctor Coppélius who has made a life-size dancing doll. It is so lifelike that Franz, a village swain, is infatuated with it, and sets aside his true heart's desire, Swanhilde, who in Act II shows him his folly by dressing as the doll and pretending to come to life..” Sungmin continues on.
(And to his surprise, Jonghyun is actually listening with his ears open)
Kibum closes his shop for the week, he spends it on making Taemin’s costume for the contemporary ballet showcase and redecorating his store (he does it every week, it’s a habit and hobby). It’s twelve midnight when he decides to turn in for the day and go home. He fixes Taemin’s sailor outfit, wishes him a good night and locks the shop.
Taemin flutters his eyelids close, Kibum smiles at his attempt to be human.
Jonghyun goes to sleep (i’m going to fall again) and he doesn’t fall in his dreams, it surprises him. Maybe it’s because he had a good day (no, listening to Sungmin blab about some copper ballet thing isn’t a good day), he doesn’t really know what. But this, the scenery before him is really beautiful and breathtaking. It’s a vast field of flowers (tulips, to be specific), and there’s a small cottage behind him.
The doors aren’t locked, he pushes it with a smile on his face and he sees T-
“Who the fuck is calling me at four in the morning?” Jonghyun grumbles out of his comfortable bed and grabs his phone. “Hello?” “Jonghyun?” Jonghyun sits up, it’s Kibum’s voice. “It’s Kibum. I’m sorry to call you in the wee hours in the morning because I don’t have anyone to turn into” Kibum’s voice is shaking so bad, Jonghyun frowns, “What’s wrong, Kibum? (they decided to drop the formalities during their first meet)”.
“Taemin’s missing”
Seungri holds onto his passport, “Just get the bag into check-in!”. He looks at the cello-sized bag beside him, “I’ve got the doll now”. He walks fast across the marble floors on the airport, he tenses up in a second at the sight of the police but it’s alright, i did nothing wrong he tells himself.
“Flight MF301 to California is now boarding”
Seungri speeds up and reaches the gates to the flight, after what seems a long track of running. “Excuse me, Mr. Lee” someone says, Seungri freezes. “This is the police, you have been suspected of robbery” The two men hold up their police identity card, Seungri breaks into a run.
It’s impossible to outrun two polices of course, with a life-sized doll stuffed into a bag in your hands.
“OH MY GOD JONGHYUN I OWE YOU SO MUCH!” Kibum repeats for the fourth time, Jonghyun doesn’t tell him to shut up either because he’s not really listening to Kibum’s much-too-annoying voice. “He’s.. scratched” Jonghyun comments at the doll before him. This hits Kibum like a predator who sees his prey in a radius of a meter. There is indeed a scratch on his right hand, it’s so small that you can barely see it.
“Do you want to have him?” Kibum asks while he covers up Taemin’s scratch.
“What?” Jonghyun’s shriek can almost rival an opera singer’s, Kibum scrunches up his face at the sudden pitch of his voice (he’s also amazed by how high his voice goes)
“Do you want to keep Taemin?”
Jonghyun stares at Kibum as if he just set off some nuclear bomb in the States. Kibum throws his sewing box at his face (jonghyun avoids it, of course).
Jonghyun doesn’t fall in his dreams anymore, he sees flowers, a small cottage and most importantly, Taemin. His dreams are always, Taemin. Taemin, Taemin, Taemin, Taemin, and Taemin. He wakes up on a Saturday morning, it’s been a week since Taemin was given to him and Jonghyun makes it a habit to comb his hair, wipe his face and let him out in the sunlight.
At times, he turns the key on his back and watches him dance across his living room so gracefully.
Taemin stops dancing at some point because the key has finished turning. Jonghyun catches him before he falls lifelessly on the ground and sets him on the couch. And then Jonghyun sees the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Taemin lips are pursed into a thin line and his eyes sparkling more than ever.
Taemin was smiling.
oh man, doll!taemin was cute at first, but it turned out to be some creepy doll. what kind of dolls actually smile. i'd pee in my pants if my dolls actually smiled at me. but i actually meant for the ending to be a soft ending, so i hope it didn't creep any of you out. ):
anon-post for anyone who's too shy to talk to me who wants to leave anything anonymous.
→ jonghyun x taemin; pg-13; 1716 words
i haven't been writing lately because i've been suffering from lack of imaginations and creativity, which results to a writers' block. i got this idea from my ballet class today, my teacher was telling us about a musical called coppelia. it's about a dancing doll, basically. i was inspired by it and thus this kind-of-failed-fantasy-genre. but i hope you do enjoy because i got out of my writers' block /happy/ but this is kind of jonghyun-centric. ah, whatever, am gonna classify it under jongtae anyway.
coppélia
There is a man named Kibum who makes dolls.
Kibum makes thunderous amounts of dolls, not the dolls like oh i can play with her hair and braid it too kind of dolls, more like the it’s so elegant and it’s dancing kind of dolls. If Kibum had to describe his dolls, it is his heart, mind and soul. Kibum makes his dolls so beautiful that you wouldn’t even think twice to buy. You see, set your eyes on it and empty out your wallets just for it. Kibum’s dolls are the definition of beautiful.
There is a doll named Taemin who dances in a majestic perfection.
Taemin dances, dances and dances because he was made and programmed that way, not the dances like oh it’s so beautiful and let’s clap for it, more like the oh it’s so per-fucking-fect and i want that doll kind of dance. If someone had to describe (because Taemin doesn’t talk) his dances, it would be the perfection of contemporary genre. It’s not that Taemin doesn’t talk, it’s because he sees the same foreign eyes everyday that they look the same, like aliens looking at a human.
“You’ll find your perfect person, one day” Kibum says softly as he combs his hair.
And there is a man named Jonghyun who dreams a lot.
Jonghyun falls a lot in his dreams, not the falls like oh there’s a stone and i fall kind of dreams, more like the why is it so dark and why is there no end to this kind of dreams. If Jonghyun had to describe his dreams, it would like falling into a pit of never-ending abyss where it’s not cold nor warm. It’s just, empty. He just falls, falls, falls, falls and falls. It doesn’t stop until the ringing of his alarm infiltrate his world of dreams.
He wakes up breaking in cold sweat. It’s pathetic, he thinks.
Jonghyun doesn’t really like to sleep, you see. It’s always the same falling, depressing dream. He comes home, body heavy and tired, almost passing out right on the couch, but he bears it. He cleans himself up, flops himself on the unmade bed and he just sleeps in an instant. He wakes up four hours later, sweating. He grabs a cup of coffee and thinks it’s probably the worst thing to do at four in the morning because he probably won’t be able to go back to sleep.
He doesn’t try either, he just sits, stares at the empty screen of his television until the clock strikes ten.
“Is that doll for sale?” He points at Taemin, who’s sitting on the window sill. Kibum smiles, “I’m sorry, Seungri. He’s not for sale”. Seungri frowns, “I’m willing to pay ten times for that doll”. Kibum shakes his head, “That doll is not for sale and that’s final”. Seungri leaves the shop in frustration, muttering something like i’m going to be back for it.
Kibum shrugs it off, there’s always the same kind of customers who would ask for Taemin.
“Sorry, Taemin. I’ll get you out of this shop soon” Kibum mutters as he brushes Taemin’s hair, Taemin’s lip twitches, he tries to smile.
“Uhm, excuse me”
Kibum turns his back on Taemin, “Welcome to the Dollhouse”. The man in front of him smiles warmly, “Are you the doll maker?”. Kibum nods slowly, observing the man before him with eagle-like eyes, as if he was about to steal something, “Yes I am. I’m Kim Kibum, and you are..?”
“Kim Jonghyun”
“Well then, Mr. Jonghyun. What brings you into the shop?”
“I was just wondering about that doll over at the window sill”
Kibum frowns, “He’s not for sale”
“Oh no. Not that, I wanted to ask if he’s the one that is going to be dancing at the Town Square this week”
“Yeah, he is”
Jonghyun leaves the shop a little while after, Kibum doesn’t really know what’s his purpose of being in the shop either. He turns around and looks at Taemin, he smiles at the sight of the doll. Under the glows of the warm sunlight, Taemin’s eyes were sparkling.
Sungmin invites Jonghyun to a contemporary ballet showcase, Jonghyun thinks that Sungmin is screwed up in the head and gives him the are you screwed up in your head look but the older boy only shoves the tickets in his hands, winking and whispering, “You won’t regret because the famous Lee Taemin will be dancing”.
Jonghyun has heard of this Lee Taemin, alright. He was a doll and according to Sungmin, he was beautiful and he was truly (“Oh shut up”, Jonghyun snaps) beautiful. Sungmin somehow persuades Jonghyun to ‘check out’ the dancing doll, and true enough, Taemin sparkles, even without the glows of the sunlight.
His feet somehow find their way into the shop, somehow gets that doll maker’s number (his name is Kim Kibum, Jonghyun reminds himself) somehow feel like that Taemin doll is looking at him and he somehow feels self-conscious.
Jonghyun thinks he’s growing more and more pathetic as the days go by.
“Do you know the story of Coppélia?” Sungmin asks the next day over lunch. Jonghyun only stares at gives him the does it look like i know about all this copper ballet shows look. Sungmin ignores his look (he always does or he won’t live long anyway) and recites the story, “It’s about this mysterious and faintly diabolical inventor, Doctor Coppélius who has made a life-size dancing doll. It is so lifelike that Franz, a village swain, is infatuated with it, and sets aside his true heart's desire, Swanhilde, who in Act II shows him his folly by dressing as the doll and pretending to come to life..” Sungmin continues on.
(And to his surprise, Jonghyun is actually listening with his ears open)
Kibum closes his shop for the week, he spends it on making Taemin’s costume for the contemporary ballet showcase and redecorating his store (he does it every week, it’s a habit and hobby). It’s twelve midnight when he decides to turn in for the day and go home. He fixes Taemin’s sailor outfit, wishes him a good night and locks the shop.
Taemin flutters his eyelids close, Kibum smiles at his attempt to be human.
Jonghyun goes to sleep (i’m going to fall again) and he doesn’t fall in his dreams, it surprises him. Maybe it’s because he had a good day (no, listening to Sungmin blab about some copper ballet thing isn’t a good day), he doesn’t really know what. But this, the scenery before him is really beautiful and breathtaking. It’s a vast field of flowers (tulips, to be specific), and there’s a small cottage behind him.
The doors aren’t locked, he pushes it with a smile on his face and he sees T-
“Who the fuck is calling me at four in the morning?” Jonghyun grumbles out of his comfortable bed and grabs his phone. “Hello?” “Jonghyun?” Jonghyun sits up, it’s Kibum’s voice. “It’s Kibum. I’m sorry to call you in the wee hours in the morning because I don’t have anyone to turn into” Kibum’s voice is shaking so bad, Jonghyun frowns, “What’s wrong, Kibum? (they decided to drop the formalities during their first meet)”.
“Taemin’s missing”
Seungri holds onto his passport, “Just get the bag into check-in!”. He looks at the cello-sized bag beside him, “I’ve got the doll now”. He walks fast across the marble floors on the airport, he tenses up in a second at the sight of the police but it’s alright, i did nothing wrong he tells himself.
“Flight MF301 to California is now boarding”
Seungri speeds up and reaches the gates to the flight, after what seems a long track of running. “Excuse me, Mr. Lee” someone says, Seungri freezes. “This is the police, you have been suspected of robbery” The two men hold up their police identity card, Seungri breaks into a run.
It’s impossible to outrun two polices of course, with a life-sized doll stuffed into a bag in your hands.
“OH MY GOD JONGHYUN I OWE YOU SO MUCH!” Kibum repeats for the fourth time, Jonghyun doesn’t tell him to shut up either because he’s not really listening to Kibum’s much-too-annoying voice. “He’s.. scratched” Jonghyun comments at the doll before him. This hits Kibum like a predator who sees his prey in a radius of a meter. There is indeed a scratch on his right hand, it’s so small that you can barely see it.
“Do you want to have him?” Kibum asks while he covers up Taemin’s scratch.
“What?” Jonghyun’s shriek can almost rival an opera singer’s, Kibum scrunches up his face at the sudden pitch of his voice (he’s also amazed by how high his voice goes)
“Do you want to keep Taemin?”
Jonghyun stares at Kibum as if he just set off some nuclear bomb in the States. Kibum throws his sewing box at his face (jonghyun avoids it, of course).
Jonghyun doesn’t fall in his dreams anymore, he sees flowers, a small cottage and most importantly, Taemin. His dreams are always, Taemin. Taemin, Taemin, Taemin, Taemin, and Taemin. He wakes up on a Saturday morning, it’s been a week since Taemin was given to him and Jonghyun makes it a habit to comb his hair, wipe his face and let him out in the sunlight.
At times, he turns the key on his back and watches him dance across his living room so gracefully.
Taemin stops dancing at some point because the key has finished turning. Jonghyun catches him before he falls lifelessly on the ground and sets him on the couch. And then Jonghyun sees the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Taemin lips are pursed into a thin line and his eyes sparkling more than ever.
Taemin was smiling.
oh man, doll!taemin was cute at first, but it turned out to be some creepy doll. what kind of dolls actually smile. i'd pee in my pants if my dolls actually smiled at me. but i actually meant for the ending to be a soft ending, so i hope it didn't creep any of you out. ):
anon-post for anyone who's too shy to talk to me who wants to leave anything anonymous.