Flight 3102
jaebum/chansung
pg-13
drabble; 485 words
A/N: we are all sad. But i hope Jaebum well.
sorry if this is sad and crappy, becoz i feel sad and crappy right now. i'll miss you heaps leadah-sshi
my first...and last Jaysung...
Its dark. Chansung watches the television absentmindedly, the flickering light from screen dances across the living room walls. His eyes are sore and they want to fall shut be he refuses to let them.
He pulls the blanket a bit closer to his hips, trying to delve into some needed warmth but his body stays cold.
His ears perk at the sound of shuffling and then a door being opened and closed. He shuts his eyes tight, trying to burn an image of Jaebum at the back of his eyelids. So when he opens them, with tremors of high hope that somehow the leader will miraculously appear in front of his very eyes.
So he opens them-
Oh. Nichkhun.
“Chansung, What are still doing up? Its late.” Nichkhun croaks, voice hoarse and eyes a bit red from crying.
Hoping, Chansung thinks. But He shrugs carelessly staring harder at the TV and ignoring the older. Nichkhun smiles sadly and sighs with discern, walking back into there shared room.
He grabs a pillow and sets in his lap, hugging it tight with closed eyes. Silent tears slip past, and his body wrack with bottled sobs. He grabs at his pained chest, somehow the beating inside is dull and empty. 'please, give my heart back...'
-
Jaebum inhales and drops his shoulders when he breathes out.
The members hobble closely together unsure of what to say. They look like there on the verge of tears, but they hold back.
“So this is it.”
The rest nod, shuffling closer to the leader. The airport is light and cool, with views of planes taking off through the windows and People puling their suitcases in jumbled directions.
When the members inch closer Chansung stands somewhere in the back.
The speaker announces ‘Flight 3102, to Seattle Washington, is now boarding’
He watches silently when the others bid their farewells and thankyou’s, rolling into fits of hugs and teary eyes. What’s left of 2pm clears out; Jaebum stands there waiting and a bit hesitant.
Chansung realises that everyone is staring at him. He’s the only one left who hasn’t said goodbye.
When he stands there for an awkward moment hesitant on what to say, the leader scoffs grinning at him.
“Yah! Are you ignoring your hyung?” Jaebum warns threateningly.
Chansung shakes his head mutely, he thinks that will be the last time he’ll ever hear that line so he treasures it.
Jaebum slowly walks over, and wraps his arms around him having to stand on the tip of his toes. Chansung thinks this the part where he’s supposed to cry, but he just wraps his arms around the shorter, ducking to reach him.
Chansung forces a smile on his lips when the leader pulls away.
Chansung thinks this the part where he begs him to stay, “Have a safe trip hyung.”
‘Please don’t go’ Jaebum grins and pokes him hard one last time. ‘Please Stay’
“Goodbye Chansung.”
Chansung thinks this the part where he’s supposed to chase after him, he waves instead.
‘Goodbye, I love you.’
pg-13
drabble; 485 words
A/N: we are all sad. But i hope Jaebum well.
sorry if this is sad and crappy, becoz i feel sad and crappy right now. i'll miss you heaps leadah-sshi
my first...and last Jaysung...
Its dark. Chansung watches the television absentmindedly, the flickering light from screen dances across the living room walls. His eyes are sore and they want to fall shut be he refuses to let them.
He pulls the blanket a bit closer to his hips, trying to delve into some needed warmth but his body stays cold.
His ears perk at the sound of shuffling and then a door being opened and closed. He shuts his eyes tight, trying to burn an image of Jaebum at the back of his eyelids. So when he opens them, with tremors of high hope that somehow the leader will miraculously appear in front of his very eyes.
So he opens them-
Oh. Nichkhun.
“Chansung, What are still doing up? Its late.” Nichkhun croaks, voice hoarse and eyes a bit red from crying.
Hoping, Chansung thinks. But He shrugs carelessly staring harder at the TV and ignoring the older. Nichkhun smiles sadly and sighs with discern, walking back into there shared room.
He grabs a pillow and sets in his lap, hugging it tight with closed eyes. Silent tears slip past, and his body wrack with bottled sobs. He grabs at his pained chest, somehow the beating inside is dull and empty. 'please, give my heart back...'
-
Jaebum inhales and drops his shoulders when he breathes out.
The members hobble closely together unsure of what to say. They look like there on the verge of tears, but they hold back.
“So this is it.”
The rest nod, shuffling closer to the leader. The airport is light and cool, with views of planes taking off through the windows and People puling their suitcases in jumbled directions.
When the members inch closer Chansung stands somewhere in the back.
The speaker announces ‘Flight 3102, to Seattle Washington, is now boarding’
He watches silently when the others bid their farewells and thankyou’s, rolling into fits of hugs and teary eyes. What’s left of 2pm clears out; Jaebum stands there waiting and a bit hesitant.
Chansung realises that everyone is staring at him. He’s the only one left who hasn’t said goodbye.
When he stands there for an awkward moment hesitant on what to say, the leader scoffs grinning at him.
“Yah! Are you ignoring your hyung?” Jaebum warns threateningly.
Chansung shakes his head mutely, he thinks that will be the last time he’ll ever hear that line so he treasures it.
Jaebum slowly walks over, and wraps his arms around him having to stand on the tip of his toes. Chansung thinks this the part where he’s supposed to cry, but he just wraps his arms around the shorter, ducking to reach him.
Chansung forces a smile on his lips when the leader pulls away.
Chansung thinks this the part where he begs him to stay, “Have a safe trip hyung.”
‘Please don’t go’ Jaebum grins and pokes him hard one last time. ‘Please Stay’
“Goodbye Chansung.”
Chansung thinks this the part where he’s supposed to chase after him, he waves instead.
‘Goodbye, I love you.’