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[fill] d.o/kris - drift [1/2]

[anonymous]

This deviates from the prompt a lot and probably doesn't fill half of it. It was too beautiful to pass by yet I'm not coherent enough to make it work (it sounded prettier in my head like all things do). I hope you enjoy this.

Kyungsoo's fingers pause as they settle upon the metal door knob. He inhales sharply, preparing himself before entering. He's afraid he'll be greeted by the same scene. Ever since they came to this city they've both become corpses of what they once were.

He turns the knob and let's himself in, eyes landing upon the tall figure seated upon the floor. The television is muted yet his eyes never blink as he takes the images in. Kyungsoo should walk over, plop himself down at the other's side, take his hand and taste the coffee that has been imbedded into those nails like the smoke that has been woven into his clothes. But he doesn't. Not today.

His eyes skirt past the blank eyes, onyx from brooding and lack of hope, to the tilted easel in the corner where the ink has dried in their containers and the brush has cracked from misuse. He used to dream of coming back home and seeing light dance in the other's eyes as he sits facing the window creating art again. But those dreams had faded like the bleached hair of the other's.

He focuses on the window where they can see the city of Beijing aglow with artificial fireflies. They are so close to home. Just hours away by plane or train and yet the flat remains empty and the phone remains silent. He recalls those nights when they both are drowned in amber liquid and Yifan finally let's everything out. He remembers how hot tears prickle his neck as the other rests his head against the younger's shoulders and murmurs, "I'm tired Kyungsoo. So tired." Kyungsoo merely weaves a thin blanket of comforting words and soothing songs, throwing them around the elder one, unable to do anything more.

He clenches his fingers. Unclenches them. Not sure how to start. He watches the image flicker on the screen and the unheard words they scream. He watches the unmoving figure as if he was sculpted from marble to begin with. The light casts a glow that accentuates his cheekbones and the way his lashes frame his eyes. Beauty and power crafted into his figure all at once. Kyungsoo sucks in a breath, feeling the wind wrap themselves around his teeth when he finally manages, "I'm leaving."

He lets the words sink in as the other finally turns around. He waits for a minute or two but the only reply is silence. A clock ticks in the backdrop until he can't handle it anymore and leaves the living room, heading for their bedroom.

[fill] d.o/kris - drift [2/2]

[anonymous]

It is a small apartment for two people cramped into such a space. But it is the only one they can manage in a city where living expenses are out of their reach. They barely get by with Yifan working as a barista and Kyungsoo nursing his tunes to people who don't bother to listen at the ungodly hours of night. They should be used to this. Used to sacrificing things for the sake of their dreams. But Kyungsoo wonders if somewhere along the way they had sacrificed their own for a way to get by.

Everything fits into a small luggage, his belongings had been meager to begin with. He waits for footsteps to follow him into the room but there are none. He sets the suitcase near the door before settling next to Yifan. His eyes drift past the sullen profile of the other's to the window. They've been under the Eiffel Tower and the Big Ben, thrown coins into Fontanna del Nettuno, and sang off tune on gondolas. Each time when they believe this city is no longer the place for them, they leave together. But back then everything had been filled with hope. Yifan could become the second coming of Picasso and Kyungsoo would have his face printed on an album cover. They both would be rich and famous and in love.

But Yifan is dancing his way towards his thirties and Kyungsoo is not far behind. They cannot keep dreaming.

The words 'will you come with me' are stuck in his throat as silence falls over them like an itchy blanket. For the first time, he finds it suffocating. It finally shatters when Yifan's baritone voice asks: "Where to?"

"Seoul." It is his last hope that his parents will greet him like the prodigal son and help him settle in, help the both of them settle in.

"Oh," the other answers, tone impassive.

They've been to so many places together, why had he thought it wouldn't be different this time?

He leans sideways, fitting his head to the curve of Yifan's shoulders as he glances up at the lashes, fanned and dark against the paler skin. "You could come with me, you know?" but the tone is inaudible against the sounds of running cars below.

He isn't sure when it began, the realization of the hopelessness of their dreams. This city has made them mad. Or perhaps a previous one that had poisoned them with hope. He can't tell anymore. But he can't stay. He must go.

He waits until he isn't sure what he's waiting for. He wants to laugh at his own foolishness for believing the other would follow just because he wants to but tears prickle his eyes instead. Kyungsoo pushes himself off the ground and heads for the door.

He turns around one last time, eyes meeting with Yifan's. He thinks he sees the three words he's been waiting for behind those eyes but what isn't said remains unsaid. He has waited for five years. Has he not been patient enough?

The halls are silent spare for the sounds of soles of shoes clacking against polished floor.

But they are his own.

Re: [fill] d.o/kris - drift [2/2]

[anonymous]

Not OP but wow, this was great.