[block b] nostalgia
nostalgia
block b, b-bomb, u-kwon
pg (drug use), 499w
prompt: "if your 8 year old self met you, would they be proud?" (aupairs challenge #1)
"Do you ever wonder, like..." Yukwon trails off as he sucks on the joint, one second, two seconds, and Minhyuk's about to swat it out of his hand when he releases and exhales a big grey-white cloud over his head. "Like, what would happen if you met your younger self?"
"Time paradox," Minhyuk replies, reaching over and taking the joint. They're on the roof of the engineering building on Wednesday afternoon, because Yukwon has a friend with a security pass and Minhyuk has pot and neither of them want to attend that afternoon's History of Dance lecture on a sunny day like today.
"No," Yukwon whines. "I mean, like, what would you say to each other?"
"'Don't do drugs.'"
"And what would little you think of you now?" Yukwon looks over at Minhyuk, who's taking slow, measured drags on the joint. "With your pink hair. Would little Minhyukie like that?"
Minhyuk exhales and holds the joint out to Yukwon, who snatches it eagerly. "He'd be happy with me, I hope."
"You know or you hope?" Yukwon chews on the end of the joint, holding it between his lips.
"Don't do that," says Minhyuk, and Yukwon huffs and passes it back to him. "What's the difference, anyway? It's not like it's going to happen."
They sit in silence for a bit, Minhyuk leaning back against the brick chimney and Yukwon lying on his back on the gravel, looking up at the sky.
"I don't know if I'd even want him to be proud of me," says Minhyuk eventually.
"Who?"
"Little Minhyukie. Me as a kid. I don't know if I care what he'd think."
"But why?" Yukwon sits up on his elbows, squinting in the sun. "I mean, I want to know that I'm doing what I've always wanted to do, so that baby me..."
"Little Yukwonie," Minhyuk mumbles around the joint.
"...little Yukwonie could look at me now and say, 'Yes, I wanna be that person.' I dunno, man, kids can just sense evil in a way that we can't. Like, what if your little self was like, 'You've become a terrible person'? How would you feel?"
"People change," says Minhyuk. "I'd rather that me now be proud of myself, every day. And anyway, I'm pretty sure I wanted to be Flashman when I was a kid, so nothing I do will ever live up to that." That makes Yukwon giggle. "Here, kill this," he says, passing the joint to him.
Yukwon sucks on the last of it before he grinds it out against the gravel. "I guess I wouldn't be a very good example for little me," he says, "skipping class to get high."
"No," says Minhyuk. He looks out at the rooftop of the library building across from them, and thinks he can see someone walking around, but he isn't sure. "But right now, big Yukwonie, are you glad you did this?"
"Yes." Yukwon nods. "I'm happy right now."
"Then who cares what some eight-year old thinks."
i wanted to try writing a different group, so apologies for any bad characterization.
block b, b-bomb, u-kwon
pg (drug use), 499w
prompt: "if your 8 year old self met you, would they be proud?" (aupairs challenge #1)
"Do you ever wonder, like..." Yukwon trails off as he sucks on the joint, one second, two seconds, and Minhyuk's about to swat it out of his hand when he releases and exhales a big grey-white cloud over his head. "Like, what would happen if you met your younger self?"
"Time paradox," Minhyuk replies, reaching over and taking the joint. They're on the roof of the engineering building on Wednesday afternoon, because Yukwon has a friend with a security pass and Minhyuk has pot and neither of them want to attend that afternoon's History of Dance lecture on a sunny day like today.
"No," Yukwon whines. "I mean, like, what would you say to each other?"
"'Don't do drugs.'"
"And what would little you think of you now?" Yukwon looks over at Minhyuk, who's taking slow, measured drags on the joint. "With your pink hair. Would little Minhyukie like that?"
Minhyuk exhales and holds the joint out to Yukwon, who snatches it eagerly. "He'd be happy with me, I hope."
"You know or you hope?" Yukwon chews on the end of the joint, holding it between his lips.
"Don't do that," says Minhyuk, and Yukwon huffs and passes it back to him. "What's the difference, anyway? It's not like it's going to happen."
They sit in silence for a bit, Minhyuk leaning back against the brick chimney and Yukwon lying on his back on the gravel, looking up at the sky.
"I don't know if I'd even want him to be proud of me," says Minhyuk eventually.
"Who?"
"Little Minhyukie. Me as a kid. I don't know if I care what he'd think."
"But why?" Yukwon sits up on his elbows, squinting in the sun. "I mean, I want to know that I'm doing what I've always wanted to do, so that baby me..."
"Little Yukwonie," Minhyuk mumbles around the joint.
"...little Yukwonie could look at me now and say, 'Yes, I wanna be that person.' I dunno, man, kids can just sense evil in a way that we can't. Like, what if your little self was like, 'You've become a terrible person'? How would you feel?"
"People change," says Minhyuk. "I'd rather that me now be proud of myself, every day. And anyway, I'm pretty sure I wanted to be Flashman when I was a kid, so nothing I do will ever live up to that." That makes Yukwon giggle. "Here, kill this," he says, passing the joint to him.
Yukwon sucks on the last of it before he grinds it out against the gravel. "I guess I wouldn't be a very good example for little me," he says, "skipping class to get high."
"No," says Minhyuk. He looks out at the rooftop of the library building across from them, and thinks he can see someone walking around, but he isn't sure. "But right now, big Yukwonie, are you glad you did this?"
"Yes." Yukwon nods. "I'm happy right now."
"Then who cares what some eight-year old thinks."
i wanted to try writing a different group, so apologies for any bad characterization.