On the Road - Drabble
Title: On the Road
Pairing: Jongyu
Genre: Drabble - Marching Band AU, Friendship, Fluff
Rating: G
Words: 507
Summary: Jinki gets nervous for their first competition.
A/N: Just something I started on the way to our competition on saturday. :3 Drum Majors are the conductors of the band, they tend to have so much stress on show days. I'm imagining Jjong on the drumline tbh probably like a bass drum or snare idk
Forgive typos because I'm a noob and this was on the bus on my ipod OTL
Jinki groaned, awakened by something poking at him steadily. Sun was somehow shining in his eyes, despite his thick pink letterman jacket shielding him from the oversized bus windows.The bus was rumbling, hot- the back of his neck was sticky and grimey with sweat. He shifted uncomfortably and faced the perpetrator who woke him, finding a teen boy peering in between the two seats he occupied; large brown eyes shining. He looked a little lanky for his age, his loose t-shirt pulling taut over broad shoulders built up with muscle from the instrument he played.
"What do you want?" He grumbled- his voice a little thick from sleep.
"Gotta get up, captain!" He poked at him again, laughing boisterously when the older boy tried to smack his hand away. The bus hit a bump, jolting the two bodies to the side. "Your walkie-talkie has been going off for a while now." Jinki groaned, again.
"Don't call me that..." He trailed off, sitting up reaching around for the miniature radio, holding it up to his face and mumbling something about repeating orders. The director relayed something about being close to the stadium, the distorted words not really registering in his mind until he saw the expectant look on the other boy's face; beaming like a dumb ass. "What?"
"Aren't you excited?" He grinned, that ridiculous kind of grin Jinki got used to seeing where his bottom teeth would jut out and he would tilt his head- the apples of his cheeks glowing. The honey-haired boy swallowed, throat constricting and stomach twisting in knots.
"No." He answered honestly, playing with the clasp on his hat box and poking the antennae of the radio into the cushions of the seat. He avoided the boy's gaze, trying to stop himself from comparing the glint in his eyes to the bright stadium lights, the energy following through him just like the rush of adrenaline that he would get when he stood on the center podium and put his hands in set position-
"Hey," The boy whispered, breath suddenly on Jinki's face. He settled his head right between the two head rests, breaching the little bubble of privacy the drum major got from having his own seats. The elder blinked, getting caught up in the way his fellow band mate suddenly got serious- the way his voice dropped to a volume only they could hear- the way that for a moment everything else was drowned out and the incessant chatter from everyone seemed to cease and only the steady hum of the buses' engine was present; faintly.
"You're not head drum major for no reason. You can do this. We believe in you."
Somehow, this didn't calm Jinki down very much.
The other boy seemed to sense it, reaching over with his gloved hand; the fingers of it cut off in a stylish and practical manner. He stuck out his bare pinky, waiting for his friend to do the same.
"I believe in you."
Jinki smilied softly, his eyes crinkling up and a lightness coming over the both of them as he twined their pinkies together, gripping with all his might.
"Thanks, Jjong."
A/N 2: One of our drum majors seriously looked like he needed someone to be like "Hey buddy YOU GOT THIS". Poor thing.
Band is my life //sigh
Pairing: Jongyu
Genre: Drabble - Marching Band AU, Friendship, Fluff
Rating: G
Words: 507
Summary: Jinki gets nervous for their first competition.
A/N: Just something I started on the way to our competition on saturday. :3 Drum Majors are the conductors of the band, they tend to have so much stress on show days. I'm imagining Jjong on the drumline tbh probably like a bass drum or snare idk
Forgive typos because I'm a noob and this was on the bus on my ipod OTL
Jinki groaned, awakened by something poking at him steadily. Sun was somehow shining in his eyes, despite his thick pink letterman jacket shielding him from the oversized bus windows.The bus was rumbling, hot- the back of his neck was sticky and grimey with sweat. He shifted uncomfortably and faced the perpetrator who woke him, finding a teen boy peering in between the two seats he occupied; large brown eyes shining. He looked a little lanky for his age, his loose t-shirt pulling taut over broad shoulders built up with muscle from the instrument he played.
"What do you want?" He grumbled- his voice a little thick from sleep.
"Gotta get up, captain!" He poked at him again, laughing boisterously when the older boy tried to smack his hand away. The bus hit a bump, jolting the two bodies to the side. "Your walkie-talkie has been going off for a while now." Jinki groaned, again.
"Don't call me that..." He trailed off, sitting up reaching around for the miniature radio, holding it up to his face and mumbling something about repeating orders. The director relayed something about being close to the stadium, the distorted words not really registering in his mind until he saw the expectant look on the other boy's face; beaming like a dumb ass. "What?"
"Aren't you excited?" He grinned, that ridiculous kind of grin Jinki got used to seeing where his bottom teeth would jut out and he would tilt his head- the apples of his cheeks glowing. The honey-haired boy swallowed, throat constricting and stomach twisting in knots.
"No." He answered honestly, playing with the clasp on his hat box and poking the antennae of the radio into the cushions of the seat. He avoided the boy's gaze, trying to stop himself from comparing the glint in his eyes to the bright stadium lights, the energy following through him just like the rush of adrenaline that he would get when he stood on the center podium and put his hands in set position-
"Hey," The boy whispered, breath suddenly on Jinki's face. He settled his head right between the two head rests, breaching the little bubble of privacy the drum major got from having his own seats. The elder blinked, getting caught up in the way his fellow band mate suddenly got serious- the way his voice dropped to a volume only they could hear- the way that for a moment everything else was drowned out and the incessant chatter from everyone seemed to cease and only the steady hum of the buses' engine was present; faintly.
"You're not head drum major for no reason. You can do this. We believe in you."
Somehow, this didn't calm Jinki down very much.
The other boy seemed to sense it, reaching over with his gloved hand; the fingers of it cut off in a stylish and practical manner. He stuck out his bare pinky, waiting for his friend to do the same.
"I believe in you."
Jinki smilied softly, his eyes crinkling up and a lightness coming over the both of them as he twined their pinkies together, gripping with all his might.
"Thanks, Jjong."
A/N 2: One of our drum majors seriously looked like he needed someone to be like "Hey buddy YOU GOT THIS". Poor thing.
Band is my life //sigh