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RAW;; PG
Balloons pop - champagne fizzes - a violin strums. But he stands behind it all, back camouflaging upon the coolness of the wall, mind easing with the pure touch. There's a certain elasticity in the room, egos inflating, nerves jittery, metaphoric love entanglements coming into play, but he's content with the bottle of wine he snagged from Sungmin earlier. He clutches on to it, devouring the in tact label swabbed across it, pocketing the drink when he's sure no one will notice.
"Sssshhh, sshh! She's coming, everyone shut up!" Ryeowook ironically shouts and everyone obliges. Chaos erupts soon after, her miniature body being visible only slightly when someone decides to throw her up in the air like the monumental trophy she is. The stench of stale whiskey (her favorite) fills the room and everybody downs a glass, cheers maximizing, happy skins glowing, the crowd surrounding her never growing dismal, never neglecting to tell their queen she's loved; they love her.
"She's here, she's here, the queen is finally here! Huzzah!"
The exception is that they cheer around her- never to her, drink to her - not with her, tell each other they've missed her - never make eye-contact with her and ask, 'Hey there, how you've been I heard the weather over there is beautiful, you're sort of beautiful too,' and they just lift her in the air like a bet, the easiest afterthought. She's still suffocated and never detached though, much to her regret and Heechul prances her around like a fresh piece of galbi, re-emerged from the past, brand spanking to new to show off all over again.
He watches it all from his wall, chuckling silently as his fingers trace the tip of the bottle in his pocket.
Heechul gets extremely boastful when he reaches his SHINee hoobaes, arm tightening around Boa's waist, eyes sparkling majestically into their faces, and he laughs mercilessly when they bow twenty times a piece, too scared to even her take her hand and kiss it. Heechul takes her around some more through the crowd, and Eunhyuk lurches forward, teeth aligned with fright as his upper gums display themselves spectacularly while he tries to work up the nerve and make some sort of dubious statement to her. But he never does, mouth staying agape, only moving out of the way when Heechul shoves his aside to make room to show off the queen to someone else.
"Welcome back," is all he tells her when she finally makes a clean break out of the manifest, her petite frame practically tumbling out of the crowd and into his corner, little blonde hairs sticking out extraordinarily. She tries to tame them while simultaneously giving him a half-hearted hug, frowning throughout.
They look back at the SM orgy, minds titialting into a frenzy in the air above them and sure enough, no one misses her, too wrapped up in their own facades.
"You have to get me out of here." she begs, her voice eager and stern per usual. He shrugs nonchalantly, turning his shoulder away.
"Meet you there in ten."
The dive is such a hole in the wall that often they blink and miss it on the days they try to visit when they aren't sober. It's through the local ajhumma's resturant back door, by the side of the alleyway and onto the forgotten, submissive blackhole of a rooftop. Old beer cans are lined on a tangent of string, lazy lights are hung wherever someone was too careless to string them, and the edge lacks a proper safety rail for those who are tempted to committ suicide on their worst thoughts.
For them, it's their sanctuary.
Yunho gets there first and he props his feet off the roof, inhaling the immenseley cold waft of the night. He's not bundled well enough, but he takes out the wine, expertly breaking the opener against the corner of the roof. She creeps behind him moments later, face purple with chill, dimples excerbating with full force.
"You spent too much time in California, it's not that bad." He takes a chug of the wine, knowing that if Sungmin was around he'd probably faint at the insulting and improper way of drinking it.
"Shut up." She scoots in close, hoarding herself into his coat, feet dangling far away from where the end of his legs can reach. He hands her the bottle and she chugs it down her throat, the cool burning sensation making her go into overdrive. She jabs her chin into his shoulder, wipes the snot off her nose onto his shirt.
"Is that necessary?"
She says nothing, giggling and takes another drink before Yunho snatches the bottle away for himself.
"I called you five times last week, Jung."
"I was in Japan."
"So?"
They stare out in to the open, city lights staring back at them, the sound of angry traffic beckoning them to fight back.
"I think Eunhyuk has a thing for you. He was such a hot mess back there when he saw you."
She leans away, mouth pursed, eyes open.
"What are you talking about?"
"Changmin told me that Kyuhyun told him that Eunhyuk hasn't shut up about you ever since he learned you were coming back. Something about the world star coming back to him, how he was going to make her fall in love with him, his next new conquest or something."
"Huh." She smiles, looking back in to the vastness, stars between the smog sky twinkling back at her. A little tinge of jealousy overcomes Yunho and he nudges her, hard.
"What, you like him too?"
"No, I didn't know boys gossip."
"It's not gossip, it's disclosing information. About you, to you."
"It's called gossip."
Yunho takes another swig, eyebrows slanted.
"I wish you two well," he resigns, eyes closing in the cold. Boa just laughs, her high-pitched shrills echoing into the dark and they sit like this forever until her lips freeze over to blue and Yunho's hair frosts over. She takes her steel-boot shaped lighter out and a pack of cigarettes, passing him one.
He takes the lighter and lights hers, embers quickly disentegrating in tune of the air and he presses forward, the end of his own cigarette meeting with hers, her eyes meeting with his, as he lights his stick up before leaning back and exhaling.
"I think I'm finally ready to be more."
It sounds like an insult but she gets it, words by bluntness are who they are.
"I could never love you." Her voice is like silk, her words are venomous. It doesn't deter him.
"I'm in capable of heartbreak."
He glances over, takes the time to measure her feelings but she's not pining or anything of the sort. Her feet are kicking and she's pouting, throwing her cigarette over the roof and into the beyond.
"The cold wind kept freezing my puffs of smoke." She whines, arms crossed like a sordid child. He leans over again, closer than usual and he takes a big puff of his own cigarette, lips sucking deep around the stick, tilting in concentration and she stifles a whimper as she watches, engrossed in his actions. He lifts a finger under her chin, forcing her to lean in and he exhales into her slightly open mouth, the hazy smoke erupting between them, disappearing into the night as it soon as it escapes from the warmth of their mouths and into the open freeze.
"That's disgusting," she mutters after she lets out a couple of coughs and he smiles, eyes forming little moons. She frowns, then decidedly decides to come forward and kiss his little mole at the tip of his lips. She kisses it twice for good luck before snatching his still lit cigarette as her own.
"You already love me. When you're in Japan, when I'm in Japan. When you're in LA, when I'm in Seoul. Your heart wants me."
"My mind tells me otherwise, Jung. Mind matters over heart." She philosophizes well, taking an extra long drag of his, her cigarette, blowing the excess smoke into his face teasingly.
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Balloons pop - champagne fizzes - a violin strums. But he stands behind it all, back camouflaging upon the coolness of the wall, mind easing with the pure touch. There's a certain elasticity in the room, egos inflating, nerves jittery, metaphoric love entanglements coming into play, but he's content with the bottle of wine he snagged from Sungmin earlier. He clutches on to it, devouring the in tact label swabbed across it, pocketing the drink when he's sure no one will notice.
"Sssshhh, sshh! She's coming, everyone shut up!" Ryeowook ironically shouts and everyone obliges. Chaos erupts soon after, her miniature body being visible only slightly when someone decides to throw her up in the air like the monumental trophy she is. The stench of stale whiskey (her favorite) fills the room and everybody downs a glass, cheers maximizing, happy skins glowing, the crowd surrounding her never growing dismal, never neglecting to tell their queen she's loved; they love her.
"She's here, she's here, the queen is finally here! Huzzah!"
The exception is that they cheer around her- never to her, drink to her - not with her, tell each other they've missed her - never make eye-contact with her and ask, 'Hey there, how you've been I heard the weather over there is beautiful, you're sort of beautiful too,' and they just lift her in the air like a bet, the easiest afterthought. She's still suffocated and never detached though, much to her regret and Heechul prances her around like a fresh piece of galbi, re-emerged from the past, brand spanking to new to show off all over again.
He watches it all from his wall, chuckling silently as his fingers trace the tip of the bottle in his pocket.
Heechul gets extremely boastful when he reaches his SHINee hoobaes, arm tightening around Boa's waist, eyes sparkling majestically into their faces, and he laughs mercilessly when they bow twenty times a piece, too scared to even her take her hand and kiss it. Heechul takes her around some more through the crowd, and Eunhyuk lurches forward, teeth aligned with fright as his upper gums display themselves spectacularly while he tries to work up the nerve and make some sort of dubious statement to her. But he never does, mouth staying agape, only moving out of the way when Heechul shoves his aside to make room to show off the queen to someone else.
"Welcome back," is all he tells her when she finally makes a clean break out of the manifest, her petite frame practically tumbling out of the crowd and into his corner, little blonde hairs sticking out extraordinarily. She tries to tame them while simultaneously giving him a half-hearted hug, frowning throughout.
They look back at the SM orgy, minds titialting into a frenzy in the air above them and sure enough, no one misses her, too wrapped up in their own facades.
"You have to get me out of here." she begs, her voice eager and stern per usual. He shrugs nonchalantly, turning his shoulder away.
"Meet you there in ten."
The dive is such a hole in the wall that often they blink and miss it on the days they try to visit when they aren't sober. It's through the local ajhumma's resturant back door, by the side of the alleyway and onto the forgotten, submissive blackhole of a rooftop. Old beer cans are lined on a tangent of string, lazy lights are hung wherever someone was too careless to string them, and the edge lacks a proper safety rail for those who are tempted to committ suicide on their worst thoughts.
For them, it's their sanctuary.
Yunho gets there first and he props his feet off the roof, inhaling the immenseley cold waft of the night. He's not bundled well enough, but he takes out the wine, expertly breaking the opener against the corner of the roof. She creeps behind him moments later, face purple with chill, dimples excerbating with full force.
"You spent too much time in California, it's not that bad." He takes a chug of the wine, knowing that if Sungmin was around he'd probably faint at the insulting and improper way of drinking it.
"Shut up." She scoots in close, hoarding herself into his coat, feet dangling far away from where the end of his legs can reach. He hands her the bottle and she chugs it down her throat, the cool burning sensation making her go into overdrive. She jabs her chin into his shoulder, wipes the snot off her nose onto his shirt.
"Is that necessary?"
She says nothing, giggling and takes another drink before Yunho snatches the bottle away for himself.
"I called you five times last week, Jung."
"I was in Japan."
"So?"
They stare out in to the open, city lights staring back at them, the sound of angry traffic beckoning them to fight back.
"I think Eunhyuk has a thing for you. He was such a hot mess back there when he saw you."
She leans away, mouth pursed, eyes open.
"What are you talking about?"
"Changmin told me that Kyuhyun told him that Eunhyuk hasn't shut up about you ever since he learned you were coming back. Something about the world star coming back to him, how he was going to make her fall in love with him, his next new conquest or something."
"Huh." She smiles, looking back in to the vastness, stars between the smog sky twinkling back at her. A little tinge of jealousy overcomes Yunho and he nudges her, hard.
"What, you like him too?"
"No, I didn't know boys gossip."
"It's not gossip, it's disclosing information. About you, to you."
"It's called gossip."
Yunho takes another swig, eyebrows slanted.
"I wish you two well," he resigns, eyes closing in the cold. Boa just laughs, her high-pitched shrills echoing into the dark and they sit like this forever until her lips freeze over to blue and Yunho's hair frosts over. She takes her steel-boot shaped lighter out and a pack of cigarettes, passing him one.
He takes the lighter and lights hers, embers quickly disentegrating in tune of the air and he presses forward, the end of his own cigarette meeting with hers, her eyes meeting with his, as he lights his stick up before leaning back and exhaling.
"I think I'm finally ready to be more."
It sounds like an insult but she gets it, words by bluntness are who they are.
"I could never love you." Her voice is like silk, her words are venomous. It doesn't deter him.
"I'm in capable of heartbreak."
He glances over, takes the time to measure her feelings but she's not pining or anything of the sort. Her feet are kicking and she's pouting, throwing her cigarette over the roof and into the beyond.
"The cold wind kept freezing my puffs of smoke." She whines, arms crossed like a sordid child. He leans over again, closer than usual and he takes a big puff of his own cigarette, lips sucking deep around the stick, tilting in concentration and she stifles a whimper as she watches, engrossed in his actions. He lifts a finger under her chin, forcing her to lean in and he exhales into her slightly open mouth, the hazy smoke erupting between them, disappearing into the night as it soon as it escapes from the warmth of their mouths and into the open freeze.
"That's disgusting," she mutters after she lets out a couple of coughs and he smiles, eyes forming little moons. She frowns, then decidedly decides to come forward and kiss his little mole at the tip of his lips. She kisses it twice for good luck before snatching his still lit cigarette as her own.
"You already love me. When you're in Japan, when I'm in Japan. When you're in LA, when I'm in Seoul. Your heart wants me."
"My mind tells me otherwise, Jung. Mind matters over heart." She philosophizes well, taking an extra long drag of his, her cigarette, blowing the excess smoke into his face teasingly.
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