Car Exhaust - Drabble (DBSK; general)
Title: Car Exhaust
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 234
Pairing: general
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: drabble/action/angst
Rating: PG
Warning: deathfic :|
Disclaimer: Don't own these boys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: 85 mph down the interstate, the bass on high and Jaejoong screaming melody, off pitch and loud as hell.
Comments: I don't know where this came from. Had Infra-Red by Placebo stuck in my head.
85 mph down the interstate, the bass on high and Jaejoong screaming melody, off pitch and loud as hell. The song’s something obscure and all emotion; he knows every word. Junsu’s looking sudden-pale against black vintage leather. He’s yelling, “Don’t look back! Don’t look back!”
Fast-forward motion; Junsu’s laughter set to high, Yoochun asleep on the backseat (“how can he sleep through this?” “dunno, try going faster”) and exhaust trails behind them in near-invisible swirls of toxins. A beautiful catastrophe; excitement burning into their eyes and numbing their hands.
Jaejoong’s heart races the speedometer - 45 mph, 50, 80, 90 how fast, just how fast? His phone is vibrating in the backseat but it’s muffled by Yoochun’s back. He’s draped heavy over the seats. Junsu’s drawing lines of stars on his arm, a compliment to the sharpie mustache on Yoochun’s face.
“Wake up, wake up,” Jaejoong yells over the stereo - they’re nearing the intersection. A glance behind him at Yoochun - and
stop - wait -
Hit the breaks; rewind:
Changmin dials Jaejoong’s number. He’s pulling off a sweaty shirt, tired from rehearsal and wondering where the three of them are - Yunho touches his back lightly and moves past him towards the bathroom. Six rings, a sigh, and then suddenly; the line goes blank.
“That’s weird.”
Pause.
85 mph down the interstate.
Press play.
Sirens, flashing red lights making patterns against broken glass. Nobody thought to say careful.
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 234
Pairing: general
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: drabble/action/angst
Rating: PG
Warning: deathfic :|
Disclaimer: Don't own these boys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: 85 mph down the interstate, the bass on high and Jaejoong screaming melody, off pitch and loud as hell.
Comments: I don't know where this came from. Had Infra-Red by Placebo stuck in my head.
85 mph down the interstate, the bass on high and Jaejoong screaming melody, off pitch and loud as hell. The song’s something obscure and all emotion; he knows every word. Junsu’s looking sudden-pale against black vintage leather. He’s yelling, “Don’t look back! Don’t look back!”
Fast-forward motion; Junsu’s laughter set to high, Yoochun asleep on the backseat (“how can he sleep through this?” “dunno, try going faster”) and exhaust trails behind them in near-invisible swirls of toxins. A beautiful catastrophe; excitement burning into their eyes and numbing their hands.
Jaejoong’s heart races the speedometer - 45 mph, 50, 80, 90 how fast, just how fast? His phone is vibrating in the backseat but it’s muffled by Yoochun’s back. He’s draped heavy over the seats. Junsu’s drawing lines of stars on his arm, a compliment to the sharpie mustache on Yoochun’s face.
“Wake up, wake up,” Jaejoong yells over the stereo - they’re nearing the intersection. A glance behind him at Yoochun - and
stop - wait -
Hit the breaks; rewind:
Changmin dials Jaejoong’s number. He’s pulling off a sweaty shirt, tired from rehearsal and wondering where the three of them are - Yunho touches his back lightly and moves past him towards the bathroom. Six rings, a sigh, and then suddenly; the line goes blank.
“That’s weird.”
Pause.
85 mph down the interstate.
Press play.
Sirens, flashing red lights making patterns against broken glass. Nobody thought to say careful.