Fic : Drenched
Title: Drenched
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Kibum
Rating: PG
Warnings: Rain, symbolism,
Words: 357
Summary : Eunhyuk is sitting in the rain
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu fic challenge prompt 086 : Violins ( my archive)
It was raining, no, just raining didn’t do it justice, pouring was closer. It was the kind of rain that didn't have droplets because it was so heavy, just sheets of pure unstoppered water, stand in it for even a breath and you'd be soaked to the skin. So heavy, you'd almost fear to use an umbrella to protect yourself because it would just bend and buckle into some insane metal parody of modern art.
The kind of rain angsty dramas tried to create for the big emotional scenes as people cried and violins sang mournfully along with them, but it wasn't the same, somehow it seemed the weight of this rain was too heavy for delicate actors to bear. Arty writers would create stories of this rain where the clouds themselves were unloading eons of emotional baggage down into the world so it too would feel their pain or something equally tragic. But in reality it was just rain.
And Eunhyuk just sat there beyond drenched at this point, curled in on himself, bowed under the weight of his own thoughts, almost unaware of the rain. He was clutching a thin convenience store carrier bag beyond rescue in one hand, his whole image frozen in some cruel montage of heart wrenching pain.
"You left for snacks hours ago. We were worried."
Eunhyuk looked up at the silhouette, blurry from tears and rain, of Kibum, umbrella straining to keep it’s bearer dry and another clutched in his hand for Eunhyuk to use no doubt.
"I bought them," holding up the long ruined bag as evidence of his statement, "they had all Donghae's favourites," a weak smile as he recalled the happy discovery, "but he's not here."
Kibum was always slated for being one of few words, but he didn't need words to read between the lines, to comfort those who were past talking and he quietly retracted his umbrella and sat in the rain with Eunhyuk.
When two soaked to the bone Super Junior members trudged solemnly back in the front door, a mixture of downtrodden lethargy and determined protectiveness radiating off them, no-one said a word.
Notes :
A bit short and crappy because I jus wanted to get something out while I work on the next longer smutty one which wasn't ready for today.
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Kibum
Rating: PG
Warnings: Rain, symbolism,
Words: 357
Summary : Eunhyuk is sitting in the rain
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu fic challenge prompt 086 : Violins ( my archive)
It was raining, no, just raining didn’t do it justice, pouring was closer. It was the kind of rain that didn't have droplets because it was so heavy, just sheets of pure unstoppered water, stand in it for even a breath and you'd be soaked to the skin. So heavy, you'd almost fear to use an umbrella to protect yourself because it would just bend and buckle into some insane metal parody of modern art.
The kind of rain angsty dramas tried to create for the big emotional scenes as people cried and violins sang mournfully along with them, but it wasn't the same, somehow it seemed the weight of this rain was too heavy for delicate actors to bear. Arty writers would create stories of this rain where the clouds themselves were unloading eons of emotional baggage down into the world so it too would feel their pain or something equally tragic. But in reality it was just rain.
And Eunhyuk just sat there beyond drenched at this point, curled in on himself, bowed under the weight of his own thoughts, almost unaware of the rain. He was clutching a thin convenience store carrier bag beyond rescue in one hand, his whole image frozen in some cruel montage of heart wrenching pain.
"You left for snacks hours ago. We were worried."
Eunhyuk looked up at the silhouette, blurry from tears and rain, of Kibum, umbrella straining to keep it’s bearer dry and another clutched in his hand for Eunhyuk to use no doubt.
"I bought them," holding up the long ruined bag as evidence of his statement, "they had all Donghae's favourites," a weak smile as he recalled the happy discovery, "but he's not here."
Kibum was always slated for being one of few words, but he didn't need words to read between the lines, to comfort those who were past talking and he quietly retracted his umbrella and sat in the rain with Eunhyuk.
When two soaked to the bone Super Junior members trudged solemnly back in the front door, a mixture of downtrodden lethargy and determined protectiveness radiating off them, no-one said a word.
Notes :
A bit short and crappy because I jus wanted to get something out while I work on the next longer smutty one which wasn't ready for today.