[ double + ] saving daylight
saving daylight
kyuhyun / eeteuk - flangst? :p - pg - 283 words
a/n: this came after a lifetime of NOT writing. guuuuuh.
prompt: chinky_angel - affection
there isn't much that kyuhyun can do.
when jungsu falls in his usual pit of spontaneous despair, it's rare to find anyone consoling him for fear of an inevitable backlash. when jungsu's down, he's in too deep - way beyond saving, sensibility - and he's not exactly willing to get back up. he enjoys the darkness to a point. it's the feeling of not having to be responsible for anyone but yourself that drives him. and it's the same feeling that leaves him drowning with not enough will to call for help.
so kyuhyun calls to him, comes around with a witty remark and a ready smirk just so jungsu knows that a pity party is not part of the agenda.
"hyung..."
"..."
"you know this doesn't suit you."
"you know this is how i am."
"no. this is what you let yourself become when you're feeling like you're not good enough."
"..."
"come on, let's get out of here."
they do nothing in particular. there's nothing but cold air, warm hands, and soft lips for them to share (give and take). by the time it gets too cold outside, the couch is already warm enough for them to sit on. they keep doing nothing until the living room is washed blue and it's not quite that dark anymore.
the sun rises, the others wake up... and so does jungsu. the first thing he does is pick up the phone and dial the number he's come to know by heart the past few months.
"you're up early."
"didn't really sleep."
"are you okay?"
"..." i miss you.
"hyung..." i miss you too.
there really isn't much that kyuhyun can do, no.
not when he's not there.
kyuhyun / eeteuk - flangst? :p - pg - 283 words
a/n: this came after a lifetime of NOT writing. guuuuuh.
prompt: chinky_angel - affection
there isn't much that kyuhyun can do.
when jungsu falls in his usual pit of spontaneous despair, it's rare to find anyone consoling him for fear of an inevitable backlash. when jungsu's down, he's in too deep - way beyond saving, sensibility - and he's not exactly willing to get back up. he enjoys the darkness to a point. it's the feeling of not having to be responsible for anyone but yourself that drives him. and it's the same feeling that leaves him drowning with not enough will to call for help.
so kyuhyun calls to him, comes around with a witty remark and a ready smirk just so jungsu knows that a pity party is not part of the agenda.
"hyung..."
"..."
"you know this doesn't suit you."
"you know this is how i am."
"no. this is what you let yourself become when you're feeling like you're not good enough."
"..."
"come on, let's get out of here."
they do nothing in particular. there's nothing but cold air, warm hands, and soft lips for them to share (give and take). by the time it gets too cold outside, the couch is already warm enough for them to sit on. they keep doing nothing until the living room is washed blue and it's not quite that dark anymore.
the sun rises, the others wake up... and so does jungsu. the first thing he does is pick up the phone and dial the number he's come to know by heart the past few months.
"you're up early."
"didn't really sleep."
"are you okay?"
"..." i miss you.
"hyung..." i miss you too.
there really isn't much that kyuhyun can do, no.
not when he's not there.