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thirty-minute writing exercises
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.*
a home for the heart, jonghyun/onew.
Quote by Paulo Coelho. PG, 251W.
There's Jinki when he's trying unsuccessfully to shake the hair out of his eyes; Jinki when he is Onew, all smiles and ninety-degree bows and please look after me, I'll work harder. Jinki, who still thinks collared shirts and sweater vests together equate high fashion (still better than Kibum, who insists they could make tartan pants the next contemporary fad); Jinki, who, in a last-ditch attempt to make them smile after another long day, says, What did Batman say when he caught the villains? Gotham.
But the Jinki Jonghyun likes best is the one that brushes his teeth in the morning in a sleepy daze, eyes closed to try and catch a few more moments of sleep, one hand gripping the edge of the sink for balance. The Jinki that scratches drowsily at the slip of stomach between the hem of his worn sweater and pajama pants and mumbles, "Morning, Jonghyun-ah," stifling a yawn.
There is no plot, Jonghyun likes to think. No rising action, no pivotal moment, no climax-just that sometime in between a casual threading of fingers over piano keys and shared lyrics sheets, he'd figured out the mathematics to Jinki's smile, like something else to be tucked into his notebook for safekeeping. Jonghyun stealing Jinki away from sleep for illicit vending machine endeavours; the two of them, reading side by side on Jinki's bed, Jinki's chin propped up with a pillow while Jonghyun flips the pages.
(And if sometimes they kiss in between chapters, Jonghyun doesn't tell.)
teeth, onew/yonghwa.
Based on the 하늘을달리다 performance, PG, 247W.
The moment Jinki steps onto the stage, he is a different person, the soft, brilliant smile Yonghwa had become accustomed to off-camera transformed into a smirk, bold and confident, consuming the space between them until Yonghwa can feel his face flare with heat. Jinki leans away the moment Yonghwa does, Yonghwa flustered, Jinki turning to the crowd with a million-watt smile.
Jonghyun flashes him a smile as he steps back into place on stage, a subtle one-two-three count before they start into the chorus. There are echoes of Drew Bowie, the I wanna rock! scream vibrating through Jinki's voice; when Jinki turns away from the sea of screams to mouth Yonghwa's lines to him, Yonghwa nearly stumbles on the chords, gaze catching on the shape of Jinki's mouth, forming silent syllables. They'd rehearsed this on ten different occasions, and Jinki had never smiled at him like he was dying to be kissed.
You did well is all Jinki says afterward, face still flushed and adrenaline-high. Jungshin's quick to reply when Yonghwa doesn't, and when Minhyuk prods him none-too-discreetly, Yonghwa stumbles over the formalities - what, oh, you too, thank you, well done - and watches Jinki trail off towards the rest of his group members, exchanging smiles and greetings and words of congratulations on the way back.
You were just a boy who laughed at my bad jokes, Yonghwa thinks, and then: maybe I just liked the way your mouth moved. He says the next part out loud: "Shit."
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.*
a home for the heart, jonghyun/onew.
Quote by Paulo Coelho. PG, 251W.
There's Jinki when he's trying unsuccessfully to shake the hair out of his eyes; Jinki when he is Onew, all smiles and ninety-degree bows and please look after me, I'll work harder. Jinki, who still thinks collared shirts and sweater vests together equate high fashion (still better than Kibum, who insists they could make tartan pants the next contemporary fad); Jinki, who, in a last-ditch attempt to make them smile after another long day, says, What did Batman say when he caught the villains? Gotham.
But the Jinki Jonghyun likes best is the one that brushes his teeth in the morning in a sleepy daze, eyes closed to try and catch a few more moments of sleep, one hand gripping the edge of the sink for balance. The Jinki that scratches drowsily at the slip of stomach between the hem of his worn sweater and pajama pants and mumbles, "Morning, Jonghyun-ah," stifling a yawn.
There is no plot, Jonghyun likes to think. No rising action, no pivotal moment, no climax-just that sometime in between a casual threading of fingers over piano keys and shared lyrics sheets, he'd figured out the mathematics to Jinki's smile, like something else to be tucked into his notebook for safekeeping. Jonghyun stealing Jinki away from sleep for illicit vending machine endeavours; the two of them, reading side by side on Jinki's bed, Jinki's chin propped up with a pillow while Jonghyun flips the pages.
(And if sometimes they kiss in between chapters, Jonghyun doesn't tell.)
teeth, onew/yonghwa.
Based on the 하늘을달리다 performance, PG, 247W.
The moment Jinki steps onto the stage, he is a different person, the soft, brilliant smile Yonghwa had become accustomed to off-camera transformed into a smirk, bold and confident, consuming the space between them until Yonghwa can feel his face flare with heat. Jinki leans away the moment Yonghwa does, Yonghwa flustered, Jinki turning to the crowd with a million-watt smile.
Jonghyun flashes him a smile as he steps back into place on stage, a subtle one-two-three count before they start into the chorus. There are echoes of Drew Bowie, the I wanna rock! scream vibrating through Jinki's voice; when Jinki turns away from the sea of screams to mouth Yonghwa's lines to him, Yonghwa nearly stumbles on the chords, gaze catching on the shape of Jinki's mouth, forming silent syllables. They'd rehearsed this on ten different occasions, and Jinki had never smiled at him like he was dying to be kissed.
You did well is all Jinki says afterward, face still flushed and adrenaline-high. Jungshin's quick to reply when Yonghwa doesn't, and when Minhyuk prods him none-too-discreetly, Yonghwa stumbles over the formalities - what, oh, you too, thank you, well done - and watches Jinki trail off towards the rest of his group members, exchanging smiles and greetings and words of congratulations on the way back.
You were just a boy who laughed at my bad jokes, Yonghwa thinks, and then: maybe I just liked the way your mouth moved. He says the next part out loud: "Shit."