[1] Song Drabbles (Tablo/Brian; Yunjae; Blochun; Blojaechun; OT5)
I get on these music runs that last a couple days, and currently it's a Placebo one. So here's some requests/open ended pairing wants that I turned out for the songs, because gah, they're such.. feeling songs. And apparently what I can write right now is drabbles with emotions taken from songs >_>. There will probably be another post with others for other people who I owe things, later on.
corporate america wakes
coffee republic in case
we open the latch on the gate
of the hole that we call our home
protect me from what i want
tablo/brian. for simply_emotion
you come over late, after the lights are on outside and the cars are crossing lanes on the highway outside my door. the place to live: my spot on catastrophe’s doorstep. you sit on the couch and talk triple speed fast and i’m staring again.
thinking.
there will be no wedding. there will be no eloping, there will be no ring. it will be you and me pressed tight and close together on my dingy twin bed in the apartment with the rent i can barely pay, and it’ll be me telling you that damn, i need you.
because damn, i need you.
carve your name into my arm.
instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
cuz theres nothing else to do,
every me and every you.
yunjae. for fading_sun_sock
“I can’t taste you,” he says and it should be the strange - should make you blink and write it off as another one of his peculiarities, but you say, “Huh?”
The line crackles. You picture him shifting on the floor; he takes all his calls on the cold tile of the bathroom with the shower glass biting into his back and the fan turned on to drown out the noise. “When you’re away. When it’s like this. It tastes… flat.”
What do I taste like? You’d ask, but you’ve asked that before and he was difficult - like Yunho of course, he’d laughed. “Oh.” You say. Intelligently.
He sighs into the phone. “Yunho.”
“Jaejoong?”
“Come back soon.”
You smile.
this one world vision
turns us in to compromise
damn the government
damn the lies
soulmates never die.
blochun. for yomi_chan305
yoochun plays melody into insanity on the tablo’s right, sprawled out over black-shine beauty with hands on the ebony keys. he’s got the tune for the yelling in tablo’s head; they’re making beauty.
if you live like this for much longer you’re going to fall down and collapse, their world tells them. boa, bora, junsu. they take turns worrying hearts and averting eyes. the two of you, boa says - finally breaking, the two of you are so goddamn crazy.
and tablo follows his own thoughts in the columns of yoochun’s spine - so traceable, so noticeable. they’re all skin and bones these days. reality eats away flesh and leaves only the essence of human, inside they’re all breaking apart to the sound of silence. on the streets, in the museums, in their eyes blocking out the light.
hey, yoochun says, voice raspy from no use. hey, i think we got it.
the chord strikes true.
these bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.
get through this night, there are no second chances.
this time i might.
blojaechun. for under_an_oak
jaejoong and yoochun have been fucking around for ages. tablo knows it from the first time they get drunk together, after a radio show and still casual acquaintances - because alcohol loosens lips.
but tablo doesn’t know why it makes him nervous, he knows the way the industry works. the casual flings, the this and that and he’s used to it, hell, he’s indulged in it himself. but with them it’s different, with jaejoong’s eyes all heavy lidded and tired, and yoochun’s hand curling soft around the neck of his drink and his voice dropping low.
fuck. tablo thinks, by the end of the night when they’re all more than a little drunk and yoochun suggests they get a cab. and yeah, jaejoong adds, we’ll go to your place first, hyung. fuck - he thinks, adds, this time i’m really screwed.
you talk in paragraphs
i write my sentence
it's not treason, it's no lie
it seemed a place for us to dream
ot5. for rawthorne
junsu takes a bite out of the red apple and smiles wide. “if we’re falling this time, we’ll fall all together” - it’s paraphrased lines of jaejoong’s drunk-spilling-truth speech. yoochun laughs from his corner of the world and adds in, “babe, we already fell.”
“from grace?” changmin asks. a snort. “from heaven?” says yunho, and there’s a groan.
“trust you to say something like that.” jaejoong’s washing his hands in the fake-gold plastered sink. he’s been washing them for five minutes now, over and over, careful glide of one hand against the other. no one calls him out.
“from reality.” yoochun starts humming a few bars of a whole new world. junsu grins, takes another bite of the apple. the crunch seems too loud.
corporate america wakes
coffee republic in case
we open the latch on the gate
of the hole that we call our home
protect me from what i want
tablo/brian. for simply_emotion
you come over late, after the lights are on outside and the cars are crossing lanes on the highway outside my door. the place to live: my spot on catastrophe’s doorstep. you sit on the couch and talk triple speed fast and i’m staring again.
thinking.
there will be no wedding. there will be no eloping, there will be no ring. it will be you and me pressed tight and close together on my dingy twin bed in the apartment with the rent i can barely pay, and it’ll be me telling you that damn, i need you.
because damn, i need you.
carve your name into my arm.
instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
cuz theres nothing else to do,
every me and every you.
yunjae. for fading_sun_sock
“I can’t taste you,” he says and it should be the strange - should make you blink and write it off as another one of his peculiarities, but you say, “Huh?”
The line crackles. You picture him shifting on the floor; he takes all his calls on the cold tile of the bathroom with the shower glass biting into his back and the fan turned on to drown out the noise. “When you’re away. When it’s like this. It tastes… flat.”
What do I taste like? You’d ask, but you’ve asked that before and he was difficult - like Yunho of course, he’d laughed. “Oh.” You say. Intelligently.
He sighs into the phone. “Yunho.”
“Jaejoong?”
“Come back soon.”
You smile.
this one world vision
turns us in to compromise
damn the government
damn the lies
soulmates never die.
blochun. for yomi_chan305
yoochun plays melody into insanity on the tablo’s right, sprawled out over black-shine beauty with hands on the ebony keys. he’s got the tune for the yelling in tablo’s head; they’re making beauty.
if you live like this for much longer you’re going to fall down and collapse, their world tells them. boa, bora, junsu. they take turns worrying hearts and averting eyes. the two of you, boa says - finally breaking, the two of you are so goddamn crazy.
and tablo follows his own thoughts in the columns of yoochun’s spine - so traceable, so noticeable. they’re all skin and bones these days. reality eats away flesh and leaves only the essence of human, inside they’re all breaking apart to the sound of silence. on the streets, in the museums, in their eyes blocking out the light.
hey, yoochun says, voice raspy from no use. hey, i think we got it.
the chord strikes true.
these bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.
get through this night, there are no second chances.
this time i might.
blojaechun. for under_an_oak
jaejoong and yoochun have been fucking around for ages. tablo knows it from the first time they get drunk together, after a radio show and still casual acquaintances - because alcohol loosens lips.
but tablo doesn’t know why it makes him nervous, he knows the way the industry works. the casual flings, the this and that and he’s used to it, hell, he’s indulged in it himself. but with them it’s different, with jaejoong’s eyes all heavy lidded and tired, and yoochun’s hand curling soft around the neck of his drink and his voice dropping low.
fuck. tablo thinks, by the end of the night when they’re all more than a little drunk and yoochun suggests they get a cab. and yeah, jaejoong adds, we’ll go to your place first, hyung. fuck - he thinks, adds, this time i’m really screwed.
you talk in paragraphs
i write my sentence
it's not treason, it's no lie
it seemed a place for us to dream
ot5. for rawthorne
junsu takes a bite out of the red apple and smiles wide. “if we’re falling this time, we’ll fall all together” - it’s paraphrased lines of jaejoong’s drunk-spilling-truth speech. yoochun laughs from his corner of the world and adds in, “babe, we already fell.”
“from grace?” changmin asks. a snort. “from heaven?” says yunho, and there’s a groan.
“trust you to say something like that.” jaejoong’s washing his hands in the fake-gold plastered sink. he’s been washing them for five minutes now, over and over, careful glide of one hand against the other. no one calls him out.
“from reality.” yoochun starts humming a few bars of a whole new world. junsu grins, takes another bite of the apple. the crunch seems too loud.