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Lonely Street
Park Jaebum, G, 330 words
They greet him at the airport terminal with open arms and smiling faces. The knot of fear, anxiousness and guilt that has been churning over and over in his stomach eases somewhat at the sight of their familiar faces. It’s easy and comforting and it isn’t until much later than evening when they’ve said their goodnights after a shared meal and shared laughter that it hits him.
It’s when he’s alone that the tears come. The tears he has held in all day force their way to the surface. His eyes sting and his chest trembles as he desperately tries to hold in his broken sobs. His breath catches and he drags his hands over his face and through his hair. It’s ugly and messy and this despair is soul crushing.
He draws himself up, blows his nose, washes his face and stops short as he exits the bathroom. His Mother’s kind eyes; eyes that are forever watching and eternally understanding, pierce through all of his hurriedly constructed barriers. She doesn’t ask for him to explain and he’s thankful as his throat has closed up and he feels the burn of unshed tears against his eyes.
It’s okay to lose your way once in a while Jaebum. Just so long as you remember where you’ve come from and those you have left behind. You’ll find the right path again. It may not be the road you were traveling along before but it’ll work out in the end.
She leaves without another word. Her eyes soft and somber. He lets her words wash over him, the soothing timbre of her voice calms his racing heart.
My path. The right path. Where I come from. Who I have left behind.
He thinks of them. Six faces flash before him in his mind’s eye and for the first time since he left them behind he feels something akin to peace.
He’ll find his way back. He just has to find the right path.
Invitation to Dance
Wooyoung/Junho, G, 292 words
You trip through the doorway in your haste to round the corner. Your arms pin wheeling madly for a moment as your struggle to regain your centre. You race down the hall, heading for the studios; you don’t want to be late getting home lest you find that Chansung has eaten your dinner again. Your phone rings loudly in the dead calm of the night and you jump in spite of yourself. It’s a message from Junsu telling you to hurry up because he can’t hold Chansung off forever.
You push open the studio doors and the music hits you like a slap in the face. You hover in the doorway, suddenly uncertain. Your mind blanks as your jaw drops and all you can see is him. The way his body twists as he glides over the dance floor. His movement is liquid and you knew he could dance but you just never realized that dance could look like this.
His eyes are closed and he meanders closer and you dare not even breathe for fear of him hearing you. You don’t want to break this spell he has cast with the look on his face and the sensual way his body seems to call out to yours.
Your heart leaps into your throat when he stops and you resist the urge to reach out and touch. He’s so close but he’s never seemed so far away.
He holds out his hand to you, his eyes opening; lifting to meet your gaze. Your heart races in time with the battle drum back beat of the music. Suddenly your hand is nestled in his and you don’t quite remember how that happened. He sweeps you across the floor and your leave your breath behind.
Playing For Keeps
Nichkhun/Wooyoung, PG+, 230 words
The hand on my arm was trembling but the grip was iron fast. The gaze that met mine was unfocused and impossibly dark. The hand in my hair was rough. Impatient. Frantic. I smiled; it was moments like these that I lived for.
Watching him from beneath lowered lids, watching his resolve crumble under that white hot rush, it sent a thrill racing down my spine that I just can’t explain in words. The very thought that he was still in control was laughable. His skin twitched beneath my caress and I hide my smile against the soft smooth skin of his thighs.
His hand slides up to grasp at my shoulder, his fingers clench in my hair and it draws a hiss from my lips and I pinch his hip in warning. I know when it happens; I’ve seen the signs before. He pushes at my shoulders and whines low in his throat when I don’t let go.
I raise my gaze so I can watch as he tumbles over the edge. My smile stretches wide and I swipe my tongue from his belly button to his sternum, catching him as his knees buckle. I trace the shell of his ear and he trembles against me.
I whisper the words he wants to hear and his hands reach for me, desperate.
I know he’ll be mine when I say…
ARCHIVE
Park Jaebum, G, 330 words
They greet him at the airport terminal with open arms and smiling faces. The knot of fear, anxiousness and guilt that has been churning over and over in his stomach eases somewhat at the sight of their familiar faces. It’s easy and comforting and it isn’t until much later than evening when they’ve said their goodnights after a shared meal and shared laughter that it hits him.
It’s when he’s alone that the tears come. The tears he has held in all day force their way to the surface. His eyes sting and his chest trembles as he desperately tries to hold in his broken sobs. His breath catches and he drags his hands over his face and through his hair. It’s ugly and messy and this despair is soul crushing.
He draws himself up, blows his nose, washes his face and stops short as he exits the bathroom. His Mother’s kind eyes; eyes that are forever watching and eternally understanding, pierce through all of his hurriedly constructed barriers. She doesn’t ask for him to explain and he’s thankful as his throat has closed up and he feels the burn of unshed tears against his eyes.
It’s okay to lose your way once in a while Jaebum. Just so long as you remember where you’ve come from and those you have left behind. You’ll find the right path again. It may not be the road you were traveling along before but it’ll work out in the end.
She leaves without another word. Her eyes soft and somber. He lets her words wash over him, the soothing timbre of her voice calms his racing heart.
My path. The right path. Where I come from. Who I have left behind.
He thinks of them. Six faces flash before him in his mind’s eye and for the first time since he left them behind he feels something akin to peace.
He’ll find his way back. He just has to find the right path.
Invitation to Dance
Wooyoung/Junho, G, 292 words
You trip through the doorway in your haste to round the corner. Your arms pin wheeling madly for a moment as your struggle to regain your centre. You race down the hall, heading for the studios; you don’t want to be late getting home lest you find that Chansung has eaten your dinner again. Your phone rings loudly in the dead calm of the night and you jump in spite of yourself. It’s a message from Junsu telling you to hurry up because he can’t hold Chansung off forever.
You push open the studio doors and the music hits you like a slap in the face. You hover in the doorway, suddenly uncertain. Your mind blanks as your jaw drops and all you can see is him. The way his body twists as he glides over the dance floor. His movement is liquid and you knew he could dance but you just never realized that dance could look like this.
His eyes are closed and he meanders closer and you dare not even breathe for fear of him hearing you. You don’t want to break this spell he has cast with the look on his face and the sensual way his body seems to call out to yours.
Your heart leaps into your throat when he stops and you resist the urge to reach out and touch. He’s so close but he’s never seemed so far away.
He holds out his hand to you, his eyes opening; lifting to meet your gaze. Your heart races in time with the battle drum back beat of the music. Suddenly your hand is nestled in his and you don’t quite remember how that happened. He sweeps you across the floor and your leave your breath behind.
Playing For Keeps
Nichkhun/Wooyoung, PG+, 230 words
The hand on my arm was trembling but the grip was iron fast. The gaze that met mine was unfocused and impossibly dark. The hand in my hair was rough. Impatient. Frantic. I smiled; it was moments like these that I lived for.
Watching him from beneath lowered lids, watching his resolve crumble under that white hot rush, it sent a thrill racing down my spine that I just can’t explain in words. The very thought that he was still in control was laughable. His skin twitched beneath my caress and I hide my smile against the soft smooth skin of his thighs.
His hand slides up to grasp at my shoulder, his fingers clench in my hair and it draws a hiss from my lips and I pinch his hip in warning. I know when it happens; I’ve seen the signs before. He pushes at my shoulders and whines low in his throat when I don’t let go.
I raise my gaze so I can watch as he tumbles over the edge. My smile stretches wide and I swipe my tongue from his belly button to his sternum, catching him as his knees buckle. I trace the shell of his ear and he trembles against me.
I whisper the words he wants to hear and his hands reach for me, desperate.
I know he’ll be mine when I say…
ARCHIVE