Seouldout drabbles
I didn't get very far in the seouldout challenge, but I'm just posting the drabbles I wrote (before getting thrown out in favor of the more talented writers) anyway.
Title: Unspoken
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang; Seungri/Daesung
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Daesung wishes for warmth, Seungri uses the heat as an excuse.
Warnings: N/A
Seungri is awaken by the sun burning his eyelids and turns his back to the window, letting the intense rays press against his back. He finds Daesung awake, hair dark from sweat, looking at him, smiling.
"Good morning.”
Closing his eyes to the smile, Seungri doesn't answer. His mind floats inside the heat surrounding them. Gentle fingers touch his temple, his cheek. Maybe they're shaking a little. It makes him feel powerless; the moisture on his face, the layer of salt and water separating them. Like melting.
“Too warm,” he says, jerks his head, hot air leaving his lungs.
The hand disappears; when he looks the other is on his back, staring at the ceiling, face blank.
“I wish it was cold,” Daesung says. “We'd build a fort of pillows and blankets and hide inside it. I'd kiss you warm.”
He thinks about the grey winter city, knows there's more than sweat and mindscorching heat keeping them apart. A fort of fabric wouldn't shelter their broken dreams.
“Maybe then you wouldn't mind me smiling when I think you're beautiful.”
Daesungs voice is just a whisper. He suddenly wants to tell him, doesn't quite have the heart.
Title: Apathy
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang; Jiyong/Youngbae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: The enemy isn't the shame or the rage but the opposite of love.
Warnings: N/A
Jiyong, with badly hidden intentions, is getting the others out of the studio, claiming they don't need to stay with only Youngbaes parts left to record. Don't they want to eat? Sleep? The innocent smile grazing his lips doesn't fool anyone and Youngbae feels the tiniest hint of shame swipe past him under their knowing looks. Still, he doesn't protest. It is the way it is, has always been. He belongs, like this.
Even before the door closes, Jiyong is kissing his unmoving mouth and somewhere deep within him, rage is clawing. Under brand clothes, tanned skin and muscles created by someone else he feels the heat of revolution. The fog in his mind swirls and suddenly dissipates, his black eyes narrowing and his posture tensing. Jiyong must sense something because he hastily leans away from him, smile lost between vague dreams and a reality only beginning to be explored, his eyes asking questions not yet thought of.
But no, this won't be the time, as it turns out. The blanket of apathy wraps itself around Youngbae's mind again, leans him back into the gray.
"Let's get to work," Jiyong decides.
A ghost trapped in a body shining with life.
Title: Metro gardening
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang/2NE1; Seungri/Chaerin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: She plants the seed you can't help to grow. This picture.
Warnings: None
You may have seen her one day, standing deep beneath the earth. She seemed grey under the artificial lights and you knew that the blond waves falling down her back were not real. Her features appeared sharp and hollow, not at all like you used to know them. Looking in your direction her eyes became big upon recognizing you. Her lips moved and her hand reached out as if to touch you over the distance of the platform, the concrete slightly bending into eternity.
Had the hair not surrounded her like a halo you would probably never have felt that small tug in your chest. You would never have felt that faint stab of regret, whispering about your future of maybe nothingness, with expensive suits and unknown girls in messy beds, intertwined with see-through images of her smile, smeared with yesterday's failures.
You would never have gotten that guilty feeling when turning away, reminding you of her frustration when you tried to hold her down, reminding you of milk not spilt but sour, of dreams not hers but yours.
It could have been a trifling detail in history, had it not been for the nagging idea of having misinterpreted life.
Title: Unspoken
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang; Seungri/Daesung
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Daesung wishes for warmth, Seungri uses the heat as an excuse.
Warnings: N/A
Seungri is awaken by the sun burning his eyelids and turns his back to the window, letting the intense rays press against his back. He finds Daesung awake, hair dark from sweat, looking at him, smiling.
"Good morning.”
Closing his eyes to the smile, Seungri doesn't answer. His mind floats inside the heat surrounding them. Gentle fingers touch his temple, his cheek. Maybe they're shaking a little. It makes him feel powerless; the moisture on his face, the layer of salt and water separating them. Like melting.
“Too warm,” he says, jerks his head, hot air leaving his lungs.
The hand disappears; when he looks the other is on his back, staring at the ceiling, face blank.
“I wish it was cold,” Daesung says. “We'd build a fort of pillows and blankets and hide inside it. I'd kiss you warm.”
He thinks about the grey winter city, knows there's more than sweat and mindscorching heat keeping them apart. A fort of fabric wouldn't shelter their broken dreams.
“Maybe then you wouldn't mind me smiling when I think you're beautiful.”
Daesungs voice is just a whisper. He suddenly wants to tell him, doesn't quite have the heart.
Title: Apathy
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang; Jiyong/Youngbae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: The enemy isn't the shame or the rage but the opposite of love.
Warnings: N/A
Jiyong, with badly hidden intentions, is getting the others out of the studio, claiming they don't need to stay with only Youngbaes parts left to record. Don't they want to eat? Sleep? The innocent smile grazing his lips doesn't fool anyone and Youngbae feels the tiniest hint of shame swipe past him under their knowing looks. Still, he doesn't protest. It is the way it is, has always been. He belongs, like this.
Even before the door closes, Jiyong is kissing his unmoving mouth and somewhere deep within him, rage is clawing. Under brand clothes, tanned skin and muscles created by someone else he feels the heat of revolution. The fog in his mind swirls and suddenly dissipates, his black eyes narrowing and his posture tensing. Jiyong must sense something because he hastily leans away from him, smile lost between vague dreams and a reality only beginning to be explored, his eyes asking questions not yet thought of.
But no, this won't be the time, as it turns out. The blanket of apathy wraps itself around Youngbae's mind again, leans him back into the gray.
"Let's get to work," Jiyong decides.
A ghost trapped in a body shining with life.
Title: Metro gardening
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang/2NE1; Seungri/Chaerin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: She plants the seed you can't help to grow. This picture.
Warnings: None
You may have seen her one day, standing deep beneath the earth. She seemed grey under the artificial lights and you knew that the blond waves falling down her back were not real. Her features appeared sharp and hollow, not at all like you used to know them. Looking in your direction her eyes became big upon recognizing you. Her lips moved and her hand reached out as if to touch you over the distance of the platform, the concrete slightly bending into eternity.
Had the hair not surrounded her like a halo you would probably never have felt that small tug in your chest. You would never have felt that faint stab of regret, whispering about your future of maybe nothingness, with expensive suits and unknown girls in messy beds, intertwined with see-through images of her smile, smeared with yesterday's failures.
You would never have gotten that guilty feeling when turning away, reminding you of her frustration when you tried to hold her down, reminding you of milk not spilt but sour, of dreams not hers but yours.
It could have been a trifling detail in history, had it not been for the nagging idea of having misinterpreted life.