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snapshots .o1
soohyun/kiseop ; seunghyun/seungri ; seungri. pg.
drabbles. useless drivel.
SNAPSHOTS .O1
if we have eternities to spare, let us pray
i. u-kiss : soohyun/kiseop.
"what if they take away your voice?"
they are playing twenty questions, their backs to the mirrors and soohyun's hand heavy on kiseop's shoulder. practice ends minutes, maybe hours ago but they are too tired to move, too worn out to do anything else but ask questions. kiseop keeps count and it's his sixth (or is it seventh).
"what if you can't say anything?" he pauses and adds, almost malicious, " what if you can't sing, hyung?"
kiseop steals a glance at soohyun and regrets it in an instant. there's something in soohyun's eyes that terrifies him, as if soohyun has already lost his voice (what if, hyung, what if) and kiseop learns to hate how loud silence can get.
"i don't want to play anymore," kiseop says when the seconds stretch too far. he thinks i'm sorry i asked is already implied, so he tucks his face into the slope of soohyun's shoulder without much guilt. "sing for me."
soohyun grins half a second too slow, somewhat skewered. bent. "are you going to sleep here?"
"sing me a lullaby," kiseop mumbles and closes his eyes. "something nice, okay hyung?"
"sure," soohyun says. he doesn't sing and kiseop frowns. but before the frown turns ugly, soohyun pokes a finger at kiseop's cheek and adds, "but you know. everything that's worth saying, i don't need my voice for them."
it takes him a while but kiseop maybe understands. because maybe he can see them; soohyun's voiceless words. he can see them along the lines of soohyun's lips. soohyun's fingertips.
the way soohyun looks at him.
kiseop hears the words loud and clear. soohyun's smile stretches across his face and it says something else quietly, quietly.
kiseop has always been a little slow, after all.
END
ii. big bang : seunghyun/seungri.
seungri runs his third red light and seunghyun's hand shakes (only a little, just a twitch) when he lights his fifth cigarette. the front of his suit is peppered with ash, grey on midnight blue. the road is framed by sweep of headlights, swallowed by darkness beyond that.
there could have been monsters but seunghyun is pretty damn sure he's already sitting next to one.
"i think i heard sirens," seunghyun grits out around the cigarette. he looks at the rearview mirror and everything blurs behind them. nothing reds and blues and he's almost disappointed.
the car swerves sudden and sharp, burning rubber on asphalt. seungri steers with one hand. he steals seunghyun's cigarette with the other and takes a drag. "we'll outrun them, hyung."
"yeah. to the grave," seunghyun snaps. he watches his cigarette flicker between seungri's fingers and frowns. jacks the seat almost horizontal and props his legs over the dashboard, heels clicking against windshield. "how did jiyong agree to lend you the car?"
"i gave him a blowjob."
seunghyun wrinkles his nose and seungri laughs. "save it for the interviews."
"i'll give you one too," seungri says, sing-song. his eyes meet seunghyun's for a second and his grin slants too wide. "if you ask nicely."
"huh."
"we'll pull over and i'll do it right by the roadside." the needle on the speedometer races past a hundred and fifty, a hundred and sixty. all the way to hell, seunghyun thinks. stopping by the roadside would be nice. seungri stubs the cigarette on the steering. "just ask nicely, hyung."
seunghyun sinks into leather upholstery, presses the back of an arm over his eyes. seungri finds a station that doesn't play their songs and it's forty miles past the last rundown motel when seunghyun sighs, says, "please?"
seungri slams the brakes hard enough to send them spinning in crazy circles, tires shrieking.
END
iii. big bang : seungri.
the cake is diabetic white, a tumble of red ribbons over its three tiers and hearts made of frozen sugar. there are seungris crawling along the slopes, with blank eyes and memories attached to them.
when seungri sees the cake, his laugh turns a little hysterical that youngbae has to hush him down before everyone else notices. they sing happy birthday and someone pops a cracker to punctuate the celebration. but there are no candles to blow when the song trails to an end because the cake is too pretty to have burning wax sticks jammed into it.
seungri doesn't really mind; he doesn't believe in closing his eyes and wishing on candles anyway. they congratulate him, pats his back like good hyungs and noonas and he picks up a seungri that's sitting at the side of the cake.
he picks up a seungri (with a cute yellow hood) and bites off his its head.
happy birthday, lee seunghyun.
END