from me to you
from me to you
Jonghyun/Jinki
drabble, G; slight angst, future!fic
He's barely offstage, and there's still confetti and rose petals in his hair when their eyes meet.
Suddenly, the stage makeup feels too heavy on his skin and he's intensely aware of the way his suit hangs off him, stiff and starched. The hard edges of the trophy dig into his fingers, and he looks down; the knuckles of his hands are white and the fingertips a deep red where they meet the metal.
He is having the most inane urge to disappear into the sea of people around him.
"From the fans," The bouquet is the standard mix of a few red roses, baby's breath. There's a card, hanging precariously by a ribbon, and it falls off. "You were amazing today, hyung,"
His eyes flick over the expensive shoes, sensible hair.
"I'd like to do a duet with you," Jonghyun's voice is quiet amongst the buzz of conversation from the crowd.
Jinki hears himself let out a breath he hadn't been holding.
Comments? I'm not really happy with it, but well...
Jonghyun/Jinki
drabble, G; slight angst, future!fic
He's barely offstage, and there's still confetti and rose petals in his hair when their eyes meet.
Suddenly, the stage makeup feels too heavy on his skin and he's intensely aware of the way his suit hangs off him, stiff and starched. The hard edges of the trophy dig into his fingers, and he looks down; the knuckles of his hands are white and the fingertips a deep red where they meet the metal.
He is having the most inane urge to disappear into the sea of people around him.
"From the fans," The bouquet is the standard mix of a few red roses, baby's breath. There's a card, hanging precariously by a ribbon, and it falls off. "You were amazing today, hyung,"
His eyes flick over the expensive shoes, sensible hair.
"I'd like to do a duet with you," Jonghyun's voice is quiet amongst the buzz of conversation from the crowd.
Jinki hears himself let out a breath he hadn't been holding.
Comments? I'm not really happy with it, but well...