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if you dream in technicolours
seungri/jonghyun. pg.
nice boys don't sneak into school after-hours.
IF YOU DREAM IN TECHNICOLOURS
keep a ticket close and a clown closer
it's three am and seungri sits outside the music room; halfway asleep, halfway in love and maybe all the way crazy. the door is cold against his back and he forgets his sweater on the way out, unfortunately dressed in a threadbare shirt and skinny jeans.
seungri bites his lip when his phone beeps. he probably should've put that on silent.
where are you.
guess, he types back with half-frozen fingers. and adds :) as an afterthought.
it's five seconds later that he hears a soft knock, the rattle of the door and subsequent beep to signal another text message.
stalker.
am not. seungri tucks his chin between drawn knees and smiles into the scratchy fabric of his jeans. we're gonna get caught.
there's stifled laughter somewhere behind him. i'm pretty good at running.
no. you're shit actually.
the door slides open behind him and when seungri looks up, he sees the stretch of jonghyun's grin.
"at least i can outrun you."
"hi," seungri says since he can't really say anything else. he grimaces at the angle of his head. "you're a pain in my neck."
jonghyun closes the door and sits besides seungri, squeezed between doorframes. it's awkward and uncomfortable. it's perfect. "what're you doing here?"
seungri huffs, disgruntled. "you told me to come. i have english homework and i'm gonna get grounded. this is all your fault."
jonghyun laughs and digs an elbow into seungri's side. seungri doesn't really understand why his heart hurts instead so he blinks and nudges back. tries to ignore the echoes of jonghyun's laughter at the back of his head. it gets harder when an arm wraps around his shoulder, pulling them closer.
"i wrote a new song," jonghyun confides into the silence, slow and languid secrets. "it's not finished but."
seungri reads between the lines. "let me hear it."
jonghyun's smile is self-deprecation and gratitude, something so far removed from the arrogance he carries in daylight. when he parts his lips, the first note a whisper against seungri's cheek, seungri closes his eyes and remembers.
memories made of music files instead of polaroids.
END