Erythrocytes (Kevin/Kiseop/Hoon)
Title: Erythrocytes
Character(s): Kevin/Kiseop/Hoon
Rating: safe
Length: drabble, 581 words
Genre: friendship, slight!angst, biology!au
Summary: Life is too short for emotional attachments.
A/N: because I am a biology rep who is on her way to failing biology
It is not easy being a red blood cell.
It is not very fun to be rushed about in an extremely cramped vessel filled with millions of other different blood cells while carrying oxygen and then changing shapes just to fit into a bloody capillary (haha, bloody).
Kiseop thinks it’s a chore being a red blood cell, rushing about the same veins and arteries and capillaries every single day. It’s better, he feels, when there’s Hoon and Kevin around.
The three blood cells travel together in the tunnels of the human body, never straying too far apart because, you know, the human body is awfully large so once you’re lost it’s really hard to locate you. It’s entertaining because Kevin and Hoon would sing while being pushed forward by the strong surges of blood and sometimes Kiseop would dance his way through the vessels.
(Who says red blood cells can’t dance?)
Sometimes they would bump into Dongho and Soohyun, the white blood cells, or maybe Eli and Jaeseop, the platelets. It doesn’t happen often though, because huge-human-body and all.
Kiseop muses to himself sometimes, about how he would probably have committed suicide out of boredom if not for this lively bunch of cells. The vessel towards the spleen, where they get destroyed, is always open after all.
It gets depressing sometimes, travelling past the spleen and seeing some cells they know travel up what cells call the “Vessel to Heaven”. It’s the painful reality that hits them as they remember that they won’t last long, that they’re being replaced every five seconds, they their time is horribly short.
--
Lately Kevin has been very clumsy, Kiseop observes. The singing cell has been bumping into walls and forgetting to pick up oxygen on their rounds around the lungs, and he’s been singing lesser lately.
Are you okay, he asks, but Kevin merely shakes his cell being and smiles.
(Kevin has a very pretty smile.)
Hoon doesn’t say much about this, probably because everyone knows why Kevin is acting up. It’s obvious yet scary at the same time, and Kiseop’s pretty sure their lifespan is too short to form any sort of emotional attachment with other cells - hell, do cells even feel?
Kevin himself seems to feel it too, but no one says anything. Lately the platelets have been dropping by to add some noise, and sometimes they’d bring the white blood cells. It’s not easy, but not impossible.
Kiseop thinks they’re visiting Kevin before he disappears.
--
As they squish their way through the blood vessels, a new batch of red blood cells enter the bloodstream from the bone marrow, young and excited and ready for their new job.
Kiseop pities them then thinks sadly, that they wouldn’t last very long so there wasn’t really any need to pity them.
They’re nearing the Vessel of Heaven and Kiseop swallows, blobbing form convulsing gently. Kevin is in front of him, and he watches carefully because there is no way he’d just let his friend go just like that.
Kevin stops at the side of the vessel, effectively stopping both Hoon and Kiseop.
So… I guess this is it.
We’ll miss you, Kevin.
See you.
No cell says anything; Kevin makes his way slowly to the Vessel of Heaven. The remaining two watch him, blobs of cytoplasm in a sea of blood.
--
Cells do not scream; they do not have that ability.
(But Kevin’s screams echo in Kiseop’s being until it’s his turn.)
Character(s): Kevin/Kiseop/Hoon
Rating: safe
Length: drabble, 581 words
Genre: friendship, slight!angst, biology!au
Summary: Life is too short for emotional attachments.
A/N: because I am a biology rep who is on her way to failing biology
It is not easy being a red blood cell.
It is not very fun to be rushed about in an extremely cramped vessel filled with millions of other different blood cells while carrying oxygen and then changing shapes just to fit into a bloody capillary (haha, bloody).
Kiseop thinks it’s a chore being a red blood cell, rushing about the same veins and arteries and capillaries every single day. It’s better, he feels, when there’s Hoon and Kevin around.
The three blood cells travel together in the tunnels of the human body, never straying too far apart because, you know, the human body is awfully large so once you’re lost it’s really hard to locate you. It’s entertaining because Kevin and Hoon would sing while being pushed forward by the strong surges of blood and sometimes Kiseop would dance his way through the vessels.
(Who says red blood cells can’t dance?)
Sometimes they would bump into Dongho and Soohyun, the white blood cells, or maybe Eli and Jaeseop, the platelets. It doesn’t happen often though, because huge-human-body and all.
Kiseop muses to himself sometimes, about how he would probably have committed suicide out of boredom if not for this lively bunch of cells. The vessel towards the spleen, where they get destroyed, is always open after all.
It gets depressing sometimes, travelling past the spleen and seeing some cells they know travel up what cells call the “Vessel to Heaven”. It’s the painful reality that hits them as they remember that they won’t last long, that they’re being replaced every five seconds, they their time is horribly short.
--
Lately Kevin has been very clumsy, Kiseop observes. The singing cell has been bumping into walls and forgetting to pick up oxygen on their rounds around the lungs, and he’s been singing lesser lately.
Are you okay, he asks, but Kevin merely shakes his cell being and smiles.
(Kevin has a very pretty smile.)
Hoon doesn’t say much about this, probably because everyone knows why Kevin is acting up. It’s obvious yet scary at the same time, and Kiseop’s pretty sure their lifespan is too short to form any sort of emotional attachment with other cells - hell, do cells even feel?
Kevin himself seems to feel it too, but no one says anything. Lately the platelets have been dropping by to add some noise, and sometimes they’d bring the white blood cells. It’s not easy, but not impossible.
Kiseop thinks they’re visiting Kevin before he disappears.
--
As they squish their way through the blood vessels, a new batch of red blood cells enter the bloodstream from the bone marrow, young and excited and ready for their new job.
Kiseop pities them then thinks sadly, that they wouldn’t last very long so there wasn’t really any need to pity them.
They’re nearing the Vessel of Heaven and Kiseop swallows, blobbing form convulsing gently. Kevin is in front of him, and he watches carefully because there is no way he’d just let his friend go just like that.
Kevin stops at the side of the vessel, effectively stopping both Hoon and Kiseop.
So… I guess this is it.
We’ll miss you, Kevin.
See you.
No cell says anything; Kevin makes his way slowly to the Vessel of Heaven. The remaining two watch him, blobs of cytoplasm in a sea of blood.
--
Cells do not scream; they do not have that ability.
(But Kevin’s screams echo in Kiseop’s being until it’s his turn.)