TWO. {-yesung, -blohyuk}
This was supposed to be my first set of drabbles but then the third one sort of.. shriveled into nothing, and so there's only two and thats not really a set. It's.. two. Yup.
for gigglefit buddy runawayxxlovee , look, you got your own tag ! D:
i gotta get a life, and some friends. D:
> Alone, Yesung, 106 words, why so sad?
He knows he’s different - the way he falls through every crack. Thoughts, ideas, words, beats, swarming in his head. He’s scanning the room for a familiar face, a reassuring smile. There’s nothing there, but a cracked mirror, laying face down next to those empty beer bottles. He picks it up, looks inside. He doesn’t like what he sees. It’s not enough, and it never will be. He’s all alone - some things never change. He never lies, he won’t pretend. There’s no hidden agenda - there’s nothing to hide. He’s tired of hiding, like everything’s alright. He closes his eyes and his voice takes flight.
> You‘re My Music, Blohyuk, 156, omg noooo i killed my otp and my tablo ): that should be illegal.
The thoughts, the words, they don’t stop. They can’t stop. His hands are cold, his mind is numb - racing too fast for him to keep up. He’s searching for something - but he doesn’t know what. He knows it’s there. But there are just too many thoughts, too many words.
His mind is searching, his hands are searching.
“Hey,” a voice says. He looks up and sees that timeless smile, the sunshiny warmth. It’s Hyukjae. He stops searching. He doesn’t want to search anymore. He clears his mind, he’ll reinvent the soul later. Right now, Hyukjae’s here to help him redefine love.
He doesn’t know how he ends up in the dance studio, but now Hyukjae is turning up the music. The music that is his body, his life. The wheels start turning, Hyukjae starts to move, and he starts to write.
He wasn’t searching anymore, but he thinks he’s found what he was looking for.
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D: comment, yes?
for gigglefit buddy runawayxxlovee , look, you got your own tag ! D:
i gotta get a life, and some friends. D:
> Alone, Yesung, 106 words, why so sad?
He knows he’s different - the way he falls through every crack. Thoughts, ideas, words, beats, swarming in his head. He’s scanning the room for a familiar face, a reassuring smile. There’s nothing there, but a cracked mirror, laying face down next to those empty beer bottles. He picks it up, looks inside. He doesn’t like what he sees. It’s not enough, and it never will be. He’s all alone - some things never change. He never lies, he won’t pretend. There’s no hidden agenda - there’s nothing to hide. He’s tired of hiding, like everything’s alright. He closes his eyes and his voice takes flight.
> You‘re My Music, Blohyuk, 156, omg noooo i killed my otp and my tablo ): that should be illegal.
The thoughts, the words, they don’t stop. They can’t stop. His hands are cold, his mind is numb - racing too fast for him to keep up. He’s searching for something - but he doesn’t know what. He knows it’s there. But there are just too many thoughts, too many words.
His mind is searching, his hands are searching.
“Hey,” a voice says. He looks up and sees that timeless smile, the sunshiny warmth. It’s Hyukjae. He stops searching. He doesn’t want to search anymore. He clears his mind, he’ll reinvent the soul later. Right now, Hyukjae’s here to help him redefine love.
He doesn’t know how he ends up in the dance studio, but now Hyukjae is turning up the music. The music that is his body, his life. The wheels start turning, Hyukjae starts to move, and he starts to write.
He wasn’t searching anymore, but he thinks he’s found what he was looking for.
---
D: comment, yes?