[Fanfic] #008 Drabbles - Kanon Medley
Skip, turn, step. Skip, turn, step. Skip, turn, step.
The ballerina halts with slight pants and stares into the mirrored wall.
Mirror, mirror; reflect my withering heart. Who’s crying voice can break you?
He breaks down, weak-kneed on the wooden ground and punches down slightly. He recalls.
“Donghae, look!” He stepped out of the shelters and did a spin. It was pouring heavily, the rain plopped violently against the ground. Hyukjae did not care; he spun, spun, and continued spinning. Alacrity filled up Hyukjae’s emotion, he genuinely smiled and totally innocent.
“You are going to get sick.” Donghae yelled, still standing under the shelter.
Hyukjae responded nothing. He continued to dance, imitating the legato of an orchestra, imitating the crescendo of a chorus. Skip, turn, step. Skip, turn, step.
-
The ballerina reflected his aesthetically naked figure. He slowly took out the apparels that he wanted to wear. He put on those one by one, without any minor problems. He grinned to himself and gave in a silent approval.
Hyukjae sighed upon sighting Donghae arrived with a bunch of friends whom he don’t even familiar with. Donghae said they wanted to tag along, Hyukjae had no idea what to do anyway, Donghae said it can’t be helped, Hyukjae sighed once more and walked ahead of Donghae, blending in with his friends.
I don't want you to smile to anybody.
Hyukjae stared at how harmoniously Donghae and his friends could get. They were dining in a café for lunch. Hyukjae’s food was barely touched on. Others’ were practically as clean as the brand new plates you could find in department stores. Nobody cared, about Hyukjae.
I don't want you to extend your hand to anybody.
Walking Hyukjae home was the only time that they can have together as a couple. Donghae apologised. Hyukjae doesn’t see a point in it. He didn’t show how much infuriation he got from those irrelevant friends of Donghae. He didn’t complain about the exasperation he got while he was trying to make a full conversation with Donghae when they were having lunch.
“Earlier,” Hyukjae paused and thought for a moment. “……don’t touch… them.”
Donghae laughed slightly to Hyukjae’s awkwardness and his bashfulness. He thought it was cute.
You can only be with me, isn’t that all right?
“Don’t laugh.” Hyukjae pulls Donghae closer and snuggled against his chest. “I love you.”
“Me too.” Donghae didn’t stop laughing.
-
Hyukjae stands up and staggers towards the lockers, composed. He digs into his bag and fishes out his cell phone.
“20 New Messages; 50 Missed calls” It says.
Hyukjae, expression poised, cleared all the notifications and steps out of the studio.
“Hyukkie.” Donghae straightens upon Hyukjae’s presence in the hallways. “Let’s talk.”
Hyukjae remains silent, and acts as if he is under a deep thought.
“Hae, you know,” Hyukjae smiles. “Let’s go to the movies this coming weekend.”
“Hyukkie…”
“If you don’t like movies, we can go to the amusement park!” Hyukjae smiles few centimetres wider.
“Hyu-”
“Or the new mall that had just launched yesterday.” He lowers down his voice this time.
“Hy-”
“Or… we can watch this ballet performance… there are no performances this month…” Looking lost, he sits on the ground. He laughs at his stupidity. “What should we do this coming weekend?”
“Hyukjae…”
“Donghae…”
“I -”
“Don’t speak!” Hyukjae covers his ears and trembles a little.
Fatalism that spells the truth flowing inside of you
“Don’t… speak. I’ll break.” He blinks. A tear streams down and forms a thin line.
“I’m sorry.” Donghae pats on Hyukjae’s back. Donghae hesitates and speaks out once more. “Here, it’s raining outside…” He then places an umbrella on the ground and leaves.
Abandon your umbrella and show your fluffy smile. Now skip, turn, skip, turn, your laughter; skip, turn, skip, turn, reverberating.
Hyukjae dances again at the same spot. The intensity of the rain might differ, but he continues to dance, with passion. Skip, turn, step. Skip, turn, step. He dances, as if imitating the staccato of an orchestra; he closes his eyes and allows himself to fall freely to the ground.
Hurry. A meaningless play.
Silence. A waltz that buzzes in.
Help. A fantasy from which there is no return.
Stop. He couldn’t hear.
Wake up, wake up.
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