fic: i was a pencil in a past life
I Was a Pencil in a Past Life
276w; g
Jonghyun-centric; jongho if you spin around three times, squint, and do a headstand
“Hey Taemin.” Jonghyun says to the mirror as his bandmate walks into the dressing room. “Do you ever think about how we’d look if we had arms in our ear holes?”
Taemin stops, then turns and walks back out the door.
~
“Hey Kibum,” they’re in the back of the van, on the way home after a day of practice. “What if animals actually called us what we call them?”
A muffled “huh?” vibrates from somewhere behind his shoulder.
“Like, um, cats. What if cats just looked at us and rolled their eyes, thinking ‘those damn cats’? And they think of themselves as human.”
Kibum pulls his hoodie over his head. “Stop. Just, no. Stop.”
~
“Jinki-”
“No, Jonghyun." Word has gotten around. "Whatever you’re about to ask is probably not evolutionarily sound.” Jinki’s eyes never leave his book.
“I was going to ask what if the sky was green.” Jonghyun humphs, kicking Jinki’s legs off the arm of the sofa.
“Impossible.”
“I know, I’m just saying what if?”
~
“Minho,” he catches him in the middle of a Sudoku puzzle, when really he should be studying his lines. “Do you ever feel like our lives were really boring in a past life? Like we are getting another chance?”
“Not really.” Minho pauses as he’s penciling in a number 5, “but yeah I can see how it would suck to be something like this pencil.”
Jonghyun could have very well been a street lamp, the way he lights up. “Right? Right? Maybe one day we’ll be idolizing that pencil.”
“I bet you were a great pencil, Hyung.”
276w; g
Jonghyun-centric; jongho if you spin around three times, squint, and do a headstand
“Hey Taemin.” Jonghyun says to the mirror as his bandmate walks into the dressing room. “Do you ever think about how we’d look if we had arms in our ear holes?”
Taemin stops, then turns and walks back out the door.
~
“Hey Kibum,” they’re in the back of the van, on the way home after a day of practice. “What if animals actually called us what we call them?”
A muffled “huh?” vibrates from somewhere behind his shoulder.
“Like, um, cats. What if cats just looked at us and rolled their eyes, thinking ‘those damn cats’? And they think of themselves as human.”
Kibum pulls his hoodie over his head. “Stop. Just, no. Stop.”
~
“Jinki-”
“No, Jonghyun." Word has gotten around. "Whatever you’re about to ask is probably not evolutionarily sound.” Jinki’s eyes never leave his book.
“I was going to ask what if the sky was green.” Jonghyun humphs, kicking Jinki’s legs off the arm of the sofa.
“Impossible.”
“I know, I’m just saying what if?”
~
“Minho,” he catches him in the middle of a Sudoku puzzle, when really he should be studying his lines. “Do you ever feel like our lives were really boring in a past life? Like we are getting another chance?”
“Not really.” Minho pauses as he’s penciling in a number 5, “but yeah I can see how it would suck to be something like this pencil.”
Jonghyun could have very well been a street lamp, the way he lights up. “Right? Right? Maybe one day we’ll be idolizing that pencil.”
“I bet you were a great pencil, Hyung.”