Phase
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Kyuhyun/Donghae: What if icarus never wanted to fly? 358.
"there has to be an easier way to do this," donghae groaned, trying for the last time to squirm away, but kyuhyun was having none of it. in one practiced motion, he dabbed a handsome eagle feather with melted wax and slapped it onto donghae's shoulder.
if he had to admit it, donghae's pained yelps provided half the entertainment in their desolate, trapped isolation.
"just three thousand, six hundred and forty-four more to go." kyuhyun couldn't resist saying, "and then you can just...flap your arms and take off."
donghae fidgeted. he reached back to scratch his shoulder - the feathers itched like crazy - but was halted by a well-timed slap from kyuhyun. "i'm still not convinced this will work."
"it has to. just don't fly too close to the sun."
"but-"
"look." kyuhyun said firmly, "you have to try. if you don't, then we'll both be stuck here forever." he pauses. "with each other."
donghae wanted to say that he didn't mind, if it meant he didn't have to fly with waxed wings that operated on the principle of "if you believe in it enough, it will work" rather than reliable engineering. but kyuhyun was adamant, slapping on feathers so quickly that donghae could barely feel the burn of hot wax down his arms.
"if i die," donghae said, "you owe me fifteen bajillion blowjobs. in fact, i will personally go to hades himself and request a new punishment for you. we'll get our private island where the fruits are just out of your reach and water slips away between your fingers and the only sustenance you'll get is - "
kyuhyun pressed a feather over donghae's mouth. "don't worry, i'll eat you first."
two weeks later, kyuhyun shoved donghae off the cliff. he didn't come back up, as kyuhyun had expected, although the wax wings helped him float long enough for the sharks to tear him to shreds.
kyuhyun gave himself a moment to feel a shred of remorse, and then went back to crafting "waxed wings, ver. 2.0"
-
"so," donghae drawled, leaning against a fruit tree, from which a single apple dangled just above kyuhyun's fingertips, "you'd better get started."
Kyuhyun/Donghae: So happy i could die. 290.
"happy," kyuhyun tells his reflection. "you're supposed to be happy."
his reflection gives him an accusatory look.
"look," kyuhyun sighs, "obviously we need to work and practice on this. ok, let's try that smile again."
it's the most insincere thing he has ever seen. wooden and forced, he's reminded of botox injections gone horribly wrong.
"happy," he says. his reflection repeats it through gritted teeth, more of a grimace than a smile. kyuhyun tries it with a bit more effort, crinkles his eyes until they're wrinkly slits on his face.
now he just looks constipated.
"hey kyuhyun," donghae bursts into the room. "have you seen the ring? i can't remember where i've put it. i mean, i've looked everywhere but i can't find it - oh god, what if i lost it?!" he tugs helplessly at his tie and messes up his hair with a nervous hand. looking like he just rolled out of bed breaks his veneer of black-and-white straight-laced perfection. it reminds kyuhyun of earlier days, simpler days, when he woke up to this sight, when he helped make it happen on some mornings with extra time on their hands.
"it's right here." kyuhyun says, patting the breast pocket of his tuxedo. "i'll have it all ready for you when you need it, don't worry." he attempts another smile. it comes easier this time, more genuine, because donghae is around.
"ok!" donghae's relief is palpable. "i need to greet more guests. don't be late!"
"i won't." kyuhyun promises. he watches donghae leave, his hair a mess and tie still crooked, hardly able to walk because of nerves. when the door closes behind him, kyuhyun turns back to the mirror and says, "happy, remember? happy. let's try that smile again."
Kyuhyun/Donghae: You belong with me. 336.
Kyuhyun's fingers clutch around his clarinet helplessly, eyes cast over the football field below. Donghae is juggling a soccer ball with his knees while waiting for practice to start. He's a superstar, captain of the football team, and there's no way he would want Kyuhyun, music geek extraodinare. He deserves someone like Jessica, pretty and blond and cheerleader captain, who can give him the fairytale romance he wants.
"I haven't a chance in hell." He sighs, dreaming about the day when Donghae will wake up and find the one he truly wants is him.
Ryeowook looks up from his manuscript pad, a pen between his fingers and another pencil behind his ear. "Again?"
Kyuhyun frowns. "You don't have the right to judge. At least I have better taste." He points to Yesung twiddling his thumbs on the sidelines. Since the football season has begun, not once has Yesung's ass left the bench. It may have had something to do with his habit of scoring in his own team's net.
"It's not his fault he gets confused sometimes ok? The sun was too bright and he got dizzy."
"Sure." Kyuhyun says, ready to retort with another acerbic critique of Yesung's character, but at that moment, Donghae looks up towards them, shielding his eyes from the sun, and waves.
Kyuhyun looks behind himself and whirls back, pointing to himself. "M-me?" He stutters out, while Ryeowook rolls his eyes with disgust.
"Obviously. He either finds your acne really endearing, or he's just wanting to copy your homework again. Don't let him do that again, Kyuhyun."
A shadow is cast over them. "As a matter of fact, I do find his acne really endearing." Donghae says, making Ryeowook jump in surprise. Kyuhyun drops his clarinet with proverbial stars in his eyes.
Donghae picks it up and places it into Kyuhyun's slack hands. "Want a ride home today? Hyukjae's lent me his car. I thought we could pass by the concert hall beforehand and catch that thing you wanted to see."
Henry, ZE:A: Days of the week. 150.
Sometimes, Henry wished he weren’t the scholarship student from Canada who was failing remedial-remedial Korean. He came here to play violin, not chat in some language he’d never even thought existed before the Canadian Royal Conservatory handed him that letter of congratulations and strongly recommended his ass into the music program at this school. He especially didn’t want to waste precious minutes of his time tutoring students in the remedial-remedial English.
Between the numerous hand gestures and countless looks of confusion, he wondered who was supposed to be the one learning from this.
"Mon-mon-" The boy (Kwanghyun? Kwanghee?) stuttered. Henry looked at him and could only think about rabbits.
It took a few moments for him focus again. When he did, he sighed, scratched his head, and tapped the blackboard impatiently until the nine boys faced him again. "Repeat after me.” He said in a long-suffering monotone. “Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday."
Kyuhyun/Donghae: What if icarus never wanted to fly? 358.
"there has to be an easier way to do this," donghae groaned, trying for the last time to squirm away, but kyuhyun was having none of it. in one practiced motion, he dabbed a handsome eagle feather with melted wax and slapped it onto donghae's shoulder.
if he had to admit it, donghae's pained yelps provided half the entertainment in their desolate, trapped isolation.
"just three thousand, six hundred and forty-four more to go." kyuhyun couldn't resist saying, "and then you can just...flap your arms and take off."
donghae fidgeted. he reached back to scratch his shoulder - the feathers itched like crazy - but was halted by a well-timed slap from kyuhyun. "i'm still not convinced this will work."
"it has to. just don't fly too close to the sun."
"but-"
"look." kyuhyun said firmly, "you have to try. if you don't, then we'll both be stuck here forever." he pauses. "with each other."
donghae wanted to say that he didn't mind, if it meant he didn't have to fly with waxed wings that operated on the principle of "if you believe in it enough, it will work" rather than reliable engineering. but kyuhyun was adamant, slapping on feathers so quickly that donghae could barely feel the burn of hot wax down his arms.
"if i die," donghae said, "you owe me fifteen bajillion blowjobs. in fact, i will personally go to hades himself and request a new punishment for you. we'll get our private island where the fruits are just out of your reach and water slips away between your fingers and the only sustenance you'll get is - "
kyuhyun pressed a feather over donghae's mouth. "don't worry, i'll eat you first."
two weeks later, kyuhyun shoved donghae off the cliff. he didn't come back up, as kyuhyun had expected, although the wax wings helped him float long enough for the sharks to tear him to shreds.
kyuhyun gave himself a moment to feel a shred of remorse, and then went back to crafting "waxed wings, ver. 2.0"
-
"so," donghae drawled, leaning against a fruit tree, from which a single apple dangled just above kyuhyun's fingertips, "you'd better get started."
Kyuhyun/Donghae: So happy i could die. 290.
"happy," kyuhyun tells his reflection. "you're supposed to be happy."
his reflection gives him an accusatory look.
"look," kyuhyun sighs, "obviously we need to work and practice on this. ok, let's try that smile again."
it's the most insincere thing he has ever seen. wooden and forced, he's reminded of botox injections gone horribly wrong.
"happy," he says. his reflection repeats it through gritted teeth, more of a grimace than a smile. kyuhyun tries it with a bit more effort, crinkles his eyes until they're wrinkly slits on his face.
now he just looks constipated.
"hey kyuhyun," donghae bursts into the room. "have you seen the ring? i can't remember where i've put it. i mean, i've looked everywhere but i can't find it - oh god, what if i lost it?!" he tugs helplessly at his tie and messes up his hair with a nervous hand. looking like he just rolled out of bed breaks his veneer of black-and-white straight-laced perfection. it reminds kyuhyun of earlier days, simpler days, when he woke up to this sight, when he helped make it happen on some mornings with extra time on their hands.
"it's right here." kyuhyun says, patting the breast pocket of his tuxedo. "i'll have it all ready for you when you need it, don't worry." he attempts another smile. it comes easier this time, more genuine, because donghae is around.
"ok!" donghae's relief is palpable. "i need to greet more guests. don't be late!"
"i won't." kyuhyun promises. he watches donghae leave, his hair a mess and tie still crooked, hardly able to walk because of nerves. when the door closes behind him, kyuhyun turns back to the mirror and says, "happy, remember? happy. let's try that smile again."
Kyuhyun/Donghae: You belong with me. 336.
Kyuhyun's fingers clutch around his clarinet helplessly, eyes cast over the football field below. Donghae is juggling a soccer ball with his knees while waiting for practice to start. He's a superstar, captain of the football team, and there's no way he would want Kyuhyun, music geek extraodinare. He deserves someone like Jessica, pretty and blond and cheerleader captain, who can give him the fairytale romance he wants.
"I haven't a chance in hell." He sighs, dreaming about the day when Donghae will wake up and find the one he truly wants is him.
Ryeowook looks up from his manuscript pad, a pen between his fingers and another pencil behind his ear. "Again?"
Kyuhyun frowns. "You don't have the right to judge. At least I have better taste." He points to Yesung twiddling his thumbs on the sidelines. Since the football season has begun, not once has Yesung's ass left the bench. It may have had something to do with his habit of scoring in his own team's net.
"It's not his fault he gets confused sometimes ok? The sun was too bright and he got dizzy."
"Sure." Kyuhyun says, ready to retort with another acerbic critique of Yesung's character, but at that moment, Donghae looks up towards them, shielding his eyes from the sun, and waves.
Kyuhyun looks behind himself and whirls back, pointing to himself. "M-me?" He stutters out, while Ryeowook rolls his eyes with disgust.
"Obviously. He either finds your acne really endearing, or he's just wanting to copy your homework again. Don't let him do that again, Kyuhyun."
A shadow is cast over them. "As a matter of fact, I do find his acne really endearing." Donghae says, making Ryeowook jump in surprise. Kyuhyun drops his clarinet with proverbial stars in his eyes.
Donghae picks it up and places it into Kyuhyun's slack hands. "Want a ride home today? Hyukjae's lent me his car. I thought we could pass by the concert hall beforehand and catch that thing you wanted to see."
Henry, ZE:A: Days of the week. 150.
Sometimes, Henry wished he weren’t the scholarship student from Canada who was failing remedial-remedial Korean. He came here to play violin, not chat in some language he’d never even thought existed before the Canadian Royal Conservatory handed him that letter of congratulations and strongly recommended his ass into the music program at this school. He especially didn’t want to waste precious minutes of his time tutoring students in the remedial-remedial English.
Between the numerous hand gestures and countless looks of confusion, he wondered who was supposed to be the one learning from this.
"Mon-mon-" The boy (Kwanghyun? Kwanghee?) stuttered. Henry looked at him and could only think about rabbits.
It took a few moments for him focus again. When he did, he sighed, scratched his head, and tapped the blackboard impatiently until the nine boys faced him again. "Repeat after me.” He said in a long-suffering monotone. “Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday."