it's not so (convincing) - Drabble (Kichul)
Title: it's not so (convincing)
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 181
Pairing: Kibum/Heechul
Band: Super Junior
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Warning: mention of drug use
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: he's a cut-out replacement of a Boy That Was
Comments: written listening to The Author by The Academy Is...
Heechul’s mouth is moving in drawn-out phrases of conspiracy theories and cut-throat business deals. If Kibum could follow along he’d be surprised at just how much sense it makes, but today there’s a lack of color in the base of his spine and he knows Heechul doesn’t taste anything like the smoke around them, his mouth is pretty and bitter and a little vulgar all at once.
Kibum doesn’t talk much anymore. He never talked much, but now he’s a cut-out replacement of a Boy That Was and his heart still beats but his mouth doesn’t really smile. Heechul once told him he should do tooth paste commercials, and Kibum glinted those white, white teeth while something died a little more.
“I don’t know.” Heechul says, and crawls thin fingers across the lapel of Kibum’s jacket. He pulls at the buttons, sets down the joint. Kibum watches the last trails of smoke wisp away, and then Heechul’s biting down harsh on his collarbone, waiting for the inevitable protest. There’s silence.
“I wish you would talk,” Heechul spits out.
Kibum doesn’t answer.
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 181
Pairing: Kibum/Heechul
Band: Super Junior
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Warning: mention of drug use
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: he's a cut-out replacement of a Boy That Was
Comments: written listening to The Author by The Academy Is...
Heechul’s mouth is moving in drawn-out phrases of conspiracy theories and cut-throat business deals. If Kibum could follow along he’d be surprised at just how much sense it makes, but today there’s a lack of color in the base of his spine and he knows Heechul doesn’t taste anything like the smoke around them, his mouth is pretty and bitter and a little vulgar all at once.
Kibum doesn’t talk much anymore. He never talked much, but now he’s a cut-out replacement of a Boy That Was and his heart still beats but his mouth doesn’t really smile. Heechul once told him he should do tooth paste commercials, and Kibum glinted those white, white teeth while something died a little more.
“I don’t know.” Heechul says, and crawls thin fingers across the lapel of Kibum’s jacket. He pulls at the buttons, sets down the joint. Kibum watches the last trails of smoke wisp away, and then Heechul’s biting down harsh on his collarbone, waiting for the inevitable protest. There’s silence.
“I wish you would talk,” Heechul spits out.
Kibum doesn’t answer.