[fic preview] ANYBAND BLOHYUKSU.
a new year's present? :D
just so you guys know that i AM working on it and it DOES exist and things ARE progressing.
of bridges, of burnings, of aftermaths. [working title!]
r - blohyuksu [tablo/junsu/eunhyuk]
summary: I don’t know yet, thanks.
the tunnel is dark around him, and it's a place junsu would normally avoid being in on his own. he doesn't like the slickness of it, the quiet dark that's broken only by the few lanterns that light the length.
boa's words from the day before run in his mind.
saving eunhyuk was no longer a conviction he held tight into his stomach. it was now a goal, a plan that was coming alive with tablo's words and boa's voice and bora's fingers flying across her keyboard.
tablo.
junsu... he's started to believe that tablo is a genius- but not exactly. tablo is something more. tablo is someone who can create life out of nothing, who can create using only a half-formed idea and tuneless words and a few presses of a keyboard.
day by day, tablo becomes someone that isn't eunhyuk at all, but someone with his own identity, and junsu is even more confused because of it.
he could understand the initial attraction, the longing for a man who liked like eunhyuk. it wasn't rational, but it could be explained. but now, as tablo becomes more and more tablo, why does junsu feel as if he's falling faster then before? tablo's hidden strength and fluid warmth makes junsu ache to reach out and touch him and cover himself in it like a blanket, and the guilt and want eats deeper and deeper into him.
"junsu?"
junsu wants to groan, wants to cry out that he's not strong enough to handle this. he reluctantly looks up from the dirt floor and tablo is closer then he thought, crouching next to junsu with a hand over junsu's knee for balance. "what are you doing?"
junsu gives him a wry smile. "being human."
there's a look in tablo's eyes that says that while tablo doesn't know exactly what's going on, he knows the feeling of being human all too well.
the look makes the ache inside of junsu burn a little brighter. he doesn't think as he reaches out and touches his fingers to the skin of tablo's cheek. it's just as warm as it always looked.
"junsu, what are you-" tablo's eyes are widening but he doesn't pull away, doesn't blink.
junsu feels insensible tears gather in his eyes. "i want to be warm like you." his voice is only a whisper, but it carries in the tunnel. "i want to be warm like you for just a little while, and i hate myself for it. i have-i have eun-i have someone else to think about, but all i do is want to reach out and touch you."
tablo is still and breathless.
junsu pulls his hand away and turns to look away but he's suddenly covered in warmth, tablo filling his arms and nose and eyes and tablo looks up at him with his heart in his eyes. junsu can read it clearly, the matching want and aches, the guilt that's pushed away because it's just the two of them alone and it really finally does feel as if the world is empty around them.
junsu makes a sound deep in his throat and he clenches his fingers into the fabric of tablo's shirt. tablo kisses him.
his mouth is as bright as his eyes.
junsu tears himself in half, he tears himself into junsu that only lives for eunhyuk and junsu that can't get enough of tablo and presses close and tries to sink into tablo's skin through his clothes.
tablo pulls away. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, but fuck, you're in every corner of my mind and i don't think i want you anywhere else." he leans back closer and his cheek rests against junsu's with his arms around junsu's waist. junsu closes his eyes. "you're so close in front of me, but i can't touch you because you're not mine to touch."
the mention of eunhyuk, eunhyuk, blossoms in junsu's mind and he wants to die, wants to sink into the earth beneath his feet, but he can't bring himself to pull away from tablo. he wants everything.
---
"are you scared?"
tablo holds junsu's hand as they drive.
boa and bora sit close to each other in the backseat, their hands slightly touching as they talk to each other in quiet, inaudible voices.
"no." junsu doesn't take his eyes from the road. "i'm anxious." his hand squeezes tablo's.
tablo feels as if he's going to throw up. the last couple of days have been nothing but planning, nothing but stealing kisses from junsu in the dark when the girls are sleep, stealing touches of junsu's skin as they sit side by side and plan and coordinate, stealing junsu's smiles and laughter and worries from the person they were meant for, the person he was now going to save.
tablo doesn't know when the plan changed from "save the world which included junsu's boyfriend" to "save junsu's boyfriend and conveniently save the world at the same time", but he knows it doesn't matter. it's happened way too fast, but tablo already knows that he'd give anything, do anything, to make junsu smile just a little bit bright, just a little bit longer.
"i wish we didn't have to split up." junsu's voice is careful and wistful and his hand tightens around tablo's. "i.. i don't like the idea of going alone." there's a stillness that comes from the backseat that shows that even though bora and boa are still talking, they're also very intently listening.
"i know... but we have to. if we go together, there's a bigger chance we might get caught. we can't let that happen." tablo looks over at junsu as they city grows nearer and they're only minutes away. "you remember where-"
junsu cuts him off with a nod. his free hand holds the neck of a guitar. he's been learning earnestly over the last few weeks, and he can play their songs perfectly. junsu has an innate talent with music. he can feel the rhythm and the notes and he seems to melt into it in a way tablo's never seen before. junsu says he's never much been into music, he's never had time for much else then working hard to keep his soccer scholarship at the university. after listening to junsu sing the words tablo labored over, he thinks that junsu somehow got off track from the life he was supposed to lead. tablo can feel it in his lungs, junsu was born to make music.
"we need to stop here, blo. " boa's voice is sweetly soft, candy melted over metal.
tablo stops the car.
the batch of trees hide the car from the city, hides it as best as they could manage.
they stand behind the trees and stare at the city. it's been their lives for so long, and now it's an emey they have to destory. tablo thinks about the ice cream store a few blocks away from his apartment and wonders if they cleaned away the ice cream before they took over, or if they left it to melt over the candy pink floor that was always mopped shiny clean.
tablo ignores the way boa and bora ignore his hand around junsu's as they creep towards the city. the sun is just setting, their clothes are dark to hide as much as they can. as they near the city, the air around them seems to still. belong long, they can all hear the thunderous march of boots against cement and the cold dead voice that rings out.
"no talk no play no love."
tablo feels his heart drop and sway back up, and he steels himself. this is what he had to do. tablo was never meant for leading masses, was never meant to be a savior in the night, but he was meant for freedom. tablo had never known a life being tied to something he didn't want. tablo knew that the only reason he was doing this now was to save himself from the insanity, and the only way he could do it was to save the city while he was at it.
tablo never meant to rescue the world, but he was going to do it anyways.
junsu's hand tigthens even more on his and when tablo sneaks a peek at him, his eyes are wide and he's mouthing something.
it's a name and it's not tablo's.
they're finally too close to the city to be together.
junsu and bora share a hug that's neither long or particulary close, but junsu kisses bora's cheek before she pulls away and disappears into the city with a nod to tablo and a touch of her hand to boa's. boa waits a few moments in silence before squeezing tablo's hand, smiling at junsu, and she disappears too.
tablo and junsu are left staring at each other.
"don't forget, if anything goes wrong, come back to the car." tablo whispers.
junsu swallows, nods. "come- come back to me, okay?" his voice is a whisper to match tablo's, and tablo understands the quiet greed in junsu. he understands that junsu needs him, and junsu needs eunhyuk and all tablo can do is wait and see.
"i'll be waiting for you." tablo grins and junsu rolls his eyes and it's one last kiss, quick and soft, before they both turn away from each other and disappear.
the city watches on.
just so you guys know that i AM working on it and it DOES exist and things ARE progressing.
of bridges, of burnings, of aftermaths. [working title!]
r - blohyuksu [tablo/junsu/eunhyuk]
summary: I don’t know yet, thanks.
the tunnel is dark around him, and it's a place junsu would normally avoid being in on his own. he doesn't like the slickness of it, the quiet dark that's broken only by the few lanterns that light the length.
boa's words from the day before run in his mind.
saving eunhyuk was no longer a conviction he held tight into his stomach. it was now a goal, a plan that was coming alive with tablo's words and boa's voice and bora's fingers flying across her keyboard.
tablo.
junsu... he's started to believe that tablo is a genius- but not exactly. tablo is something more. tablo is someone who can create life out of nothing, who can create using only a half-formed idea and tuneless words and a few presses of a keyboard.
day by day, tablo becomes someone that isn't eunhyuk at all, but someone with his own identity, and junsu is even more confused because of it.
he could understand the initial attraction, the longing for a man who liked like eunhyuk. it wasn't rational, but it could be explained. but now, as tablo becomes more and more tablo, why does junsu feel as if he's falling faster then before? tablo's hidden strength and fluid warmth makes junsu ache to reach out and touch him and cover himself in it like a blanket, and the guilt and want eats deeper and deeper into him.
"junsu?"
junsu wants to groan, wants to cry out that he's not strong enough to handle this. he reluctantly looks up from the dirt floor and tablo is closer then he thought, crouching next to junsu with a hand over junsu's knee for balance. "what are you doing?"
junsu gives him a wry smile. "being human."
there's a look in tablo's eyes that says that while tablo doesn't know exactly what's going on, he knows the feeling of being human all too well.
the look makes the ache inside of junsu burn a little brighter. he doesn't think as he reaches out and touches his fingers to the skin of tablo's cheek. it's just as warm as it always looked.
"junsu, what are you-" tablo's eyes are widening but he doesn't pull away, doesn't blink.
junsu feels insensible tears gather in his eyes. "i want to be warm like you." his voice is only a whisper, but it carries in the tunnel. "i want to be warm like you for just a little while, and i hate myself for it. i have-i have eun-i have someone else to think about, but all i do is want to reach out and touch you."
tablo is still and breathless.
junsu pulls his hand away and turns to look away but he's suddenly covered in warmth, tablo filling his arms and nose and eyes and tablo looks up at him with his heart in his eyes. junsu can read it clearly, the matching want and aches, the guilt that's pushed away because it's just the two of them alone and it really finally does feel as if the world is empty around them.
junsu makes a sound deep in his throat and he clenches his fingers into the fabric of tablo's shirt. tablo kisses him.
his mouth is as bright as his eyes.
junsu tears himself in half, he tears himself into junsu that only lives for eunhyuk and junsu that can't get enough of tablo and presses close and tries to sink into tablo's skin through his clothes.
tablo pulls away. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, but fuck, you're in every corner of my mind and i don't think i want you anywhere else." he leans back closer and his cheek rests against junsu's with his arms around junsu's waist. junsu closes his eyes. "you're so close in front of me, but i can't touch you because you're not mine to touch."
the mention of eunhyuk, eunhyuk, blossoms in junsu's mind and he wants to die, wants to sink into the earth beneath his feet, but he can't bring himself to pull away from tablo. he wants everything.
---
"are you scared?"
tablo holds junsu's hand as they drive.
boa and bora sit close to each other in the backseat, their hands slightly touching as they talk to each other in quiet, inaudible voices.
"no." junsu doesn't take his eyes from the road. "i'm anxious." his hand squeezes tablo's.
tablo feels as if he's going to throw up. the last couple of days have been nothing but planning, nothing but stealing kisses from junsu in the dark when the girls are sleep, stealing touches of junsu's skin as they sit side by side and plan and coordinate, stealing junsu's smiles and laughter and worries from the person they were meant for, the person he was now going to save.
tablo doesn't know when the plan changed from "save the world which included junsu's boyfriend" to "save junsu's boyfriend and conveniently save the world at the same time", but he knows it doesn't matter. it's happened way too fast, but tablo already knows that he'd give anything, do anything, to make junsu smile just a little bit bright, just a little bit longer.
"i wish we didn't have to split up." junsu's voice is careful and wistful and his hand tightens around tablo's. "i.. i don't like the idea of going alone." there's a stillness that comes from the backseat that shows that even though bora and boa are still talking, they're also very intently listening.
"i know... but we have to. if we go together, there's a bigger chance we might get caught. we can't let that happen." tablo looks over at junsu as they city grows nearer and they're only minutes away. "you remember where-"
junsu cuts him off with a nod. his free hand holds the neck of a guitar. he's been learning earnestly over the last few weeks, and he can play their songs perfectly. junsu has an innate talent with music. he can feel the rhythm and the notes and he seems to melt into it in a way tablo's never seen before. junsu says he's never much been into music, he's never had time for much else then working hard to keep his soccer scholarship at the university. after listening to junsu sing the words tablo labored over, he thinks that junsu somehow got off track from the life he was supposed to lead. tablo can feel it in his lungs, junsu was born to make music.
"we need to stop here, blo. " boa's voice is sweetly soft, candy melted over metal.
tablo stops the car.
the batch of trees hide the car from the city, hides it as best as they could manage.
they stand behind the trees and stare at the city. it's been their lives for so long, and now it's an emey they have to destory. tablo thinks about the ice cream store a few blocks away from his apartment and wonders if they cleaned away the ice cream before they took over, or if they left it to melt over the candy pink floor that was always mopped shiny clean.
tablo ignores the way boa and bora ignore his hand around junsu's as they creep towards the city. the sun is just setting, their clothes are dark to hide as much as they can. as they near the city, the air around them seems to still. belong long, they can all hear the thunderous march of boots against cement and the cold dead voice that rings out.
"no talk no play no love."
tablo feels his heart drop and sway back up, and he steels himself. this is what he had to do. tablo was never meant for leading masses, was never meant to be a savior in the night, but he was meant for freedom. tablo had never known a life being tied to something he didn't want. tablo knew that the only reason he was doing this now was to save himself from the insanity, and the only way he could do it was to save the city while he was at it.
tablo never meant to rescue the world, but he was going to do it anyways.
junsu's hand tigthens even more on his and when tablo sneaks a peek at him, his eyes are wide and he's mouthing something.
it's a name and it's not tablo's.
they're finally too close to the city to be together.
junsu and bora share a hug that's neither long or particulary close, but junsu kisses bora's cheek before she pulls away and disappears into the city with a nod to tablo and a touch of her hand to boa's. boa waits a few moments in silence before squeezing tablo's hand, smiling at junsu, and she disappears too.
tablo and junsu are left staring at each other.
"don't forget, if anything goes wrong, come back to the car." tablo whispers.
junsu swallows, nods. "come- come back to me, okay?" his voice is a whisper to match tablo's, and tablo understands the quiet greed in junsu. he understands that junsu needs him, and junsu needs eunhyuk and all tablo can do is wait and see.
"i'll be waiting for you." tablo grins and junsu rolls his eyes and it's one last kiss, quick and soft, before they both turn away from each other and disappear.
the city watches on.