Song Drabbles #2
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Guess? ^-^
A/N: This one kind of turned out long-ish for a drabble so I put it by itself and saved the other one I was planning for later ^-^ but that one's going to be WFLT too. I'm thinking that I might do a couple more for WFLT minor couples that aren't going to get the spotlight in the actual story. As for this one, though, I actually have an entire story thought out for them, but it'd be projected way, way into the future after WFLT ended. Probably around the time Joon and the other third years are about to graduate from college.
Even In My Dreams
“D’you think it’s stupid?” he asks you, a humorless grin offered up while you push the rest of the hurdles forward so he can continue stacking them back inside of the equipment shed.
You shake your head quickly, multiple times until your vision spins just a little (because you’re tired and sweaty from practice and a long day at school) and his grin isn’t so humorless anymore. “The only thing that’s stupid,” you say, “is that you’re talking to a kid about this.” You grin back. “Don’t you have any friends your age, hyung?”
“Yah,” he says, “Cheolyong-ah, I’m still a teacher.”
You laugh.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grins (and now it’s full of humor), clapping you on the shoulder. “If you don’t, I’ll double your warm-up tomorrow.”
You probably don’t know that my heart is ripping
Sanghyun makes a face. “I think Byunghee-hyung was trying to hit on Dara-noona when she picked me up from practice yesterday.” He offers you his half-eaten bag of shrimp crackers.
You sit down next to him and take a handful. “Nah,” you say, slipping off your backpack and resting it against the railing. “Byunghee-hyung likes someone else.”
(Just once) Look at me
You’re sweating and panting and gasping for oxygen because no matter how hard and fast you breathe, you never seem able to get enough inside of you. You tried your best, all of your thoughts focused completely on each second ticking by as you run, all of your thoughts focused completely on how to beat at least another few seconds off of your previous time because if there’s no improvement, it’s pointless.
Sanghyun sits beside you, breathing and sweating just as hard as you are, only he’s already gotten his time from Seungho and Sanghyun has apparently knocked off four seconds off of his record from last week. You look up wearily as Seungho walks nearer towards you, looking down at his stopwatch and notebook, kneeling next to you before showing you the time he’s written down.
Seven seconds less.
Seungho laughs at the same time you collapse spread-eagle onto your back on the fake turf of the indoor track field. “Good job,” he says, pats your arm lightly and then goes off to see what time Joon’s gotten since Byunghee usually works with timing Joon.
You get up just enough energy to stand up and walk over as Joon finishes his last lap, and Byunghee ends the time. You want to tell him while Joon catches his breath (and hangs on Seungho like a sweaty drape). Byunghee’s been working with you after school for the past few days and you want to tell him that your record is seven seconds less, that the work paid off, that Byunghee knew exactly how to help you, that-
“Changsun-ah,” Byunghee says, booting Seungho to the side (the older man flings to the ground, glaring), “you cut an entire thirty seconds off.” He waves the timer in front of Joon’s face, grinning at the third year (panting on the ground, right next to Seungho). “An entire fucking thirty seconds.” He slings an arm around Joon’s neck.
Do you really not see me?
You turn around.
You walk back and sit down next to Sanghyun.
I can’t change my heart
“Wait,” Kibum says, leaning across the table to you and motioning for you to do the same. “Is it really true?” he asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. You stand off of your chair slightly so you’re closer to Kibum-so you can hear him over the morning din of the cafeteria.
You blink. “What is?”
“Does Joon-hyung really have a thing for Yang-seonsangnim?”
“Yeah,” Dongwoon quips up immediately before you get to answer. He exchanges glances with you and then with Kibum. “Kikwangie-hyung said he heard from Doojoon-hyung.”
Kibum leans back in his chair, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows considerably. “Weird,” he says simply.
You look at him. “Why’s it weird?”
I want to love you
“I mean, Yang-seonsangnim is hot and all,” Kibum says, “but he’s still a teacher. He’s like-old. Like, it probably doesn’t matter all that much since Joon-hyung is going to graduate this year and all so it’s not that big of an age difference, but,” he shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s kind of like-illegal?” He glances at the others. “Isn’t it?”
Jinwoon frowns. “You make it seem like Yang-seonsangnim is gay too and Joon-hyung has a chance,” he says.
“Either way,” Jaejin shuffles his music sheets together after Nicole gives them back. “It’s illegal until Joon-hyung graduates or Yang-seonsangnim quits.”
I’m lonelier
“You okay?” Dongwoon asks, eyebrows furrowing at you.
You don’t meet his eyes, looking somewhere over the soccer player’s shoulder and smiling anyway. “’Course.”
Me-who really wants you and wants you
“She’s moving?” you echo back to him, your eyes open as far as they can go, feet frozen to the floor because you’re not sure what emotion you’re supposed to be feeling right now (and every emotion you’re feeling is wrong no matter which one you decide on anyway because feeling anything for him is illegal).
He puts the lock on the double doors of the shed, getting out the key to lock it shut for the day. “She’s getting married,” he says colorlessly, staring at his working hands and not at you. “Her fiancé works in America.”
My heart hurts this much
You don’t even know her name, but you already hate her.
You hate her because she can have everything you want-she can have it legally and willingly and without society glaring and criticizing and without any difficulties-she can have all of it so easily, but she doesn’t want any of it and you hate her, you hate her, you hate her, you hate her so much.
I only want to look at you
“I’m sorry, hyung,” you say quietly because you don’t know what else you’re supposed to do.
Who can change your changed feelings?
He turns around then, smiles at you (sadly) and reaches out to ruffle your hair (like a kid, like a student, like a dongsaeng-because that’s all you’ll ever be to him-anything else would be illegal-that word never stops ringing in your ears).
“Don’t be,” he says, and gives you a brief one-arm hug before he goes on to head back into the school.
Even in my dreams
You wish Joon everything that you’ll never have.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Guess? ^-^
A/N: This one kind of turned out long-ish for a drabble so I put it by itself and saved the other one I was planning for later ^-^ but that one's going to be WFLT too. I'm thinking that I might do a couple more for WFLT minor couples that aren't going to get the spotlight in the actual story. As for this one, though, I actually have an entire story thought out for them, but it'd be projected way, way into the future after WFLT ended. Probably around the time Joon and the other third years are about to graduate from college.
Even In My Dreams
“D’you think it’s stupid?” he asks you, a humorless grin offered up while you push the rest of the hurdles forward so he can continue stacking them back inside of the equipment shed.
You shake your head quickly, multiple times until your vision spins just a little (because you’re tired and sweaty from practice and a long day at school) and his grin isn’t so humorless anymore. “The only thing that’s stupid,” you say, “is that you’re talking to a kid about this.” You grin back. “Don’t you have any friends your age, hyung?”
“Yah,” he says, “Cheolyong-ah, I’m still a teacher.”
You laugh.
“Shut the fuck up,” he grins (and now it’s full of humor), clapping you on the shoulder. “If you don’t, I’ll double your warm-up tomorrow.”
You probably don’t know that my heart is ripping
Sanghyun makes a face. “I think Byunghee-hyung was trying to hit on Dara-noona when she picked me up from practice yesterday.” He offers you his half-eaten bag of shrimp crackers.
You sit down next to him and take a handful. “Nah,” you say, slipping off your backpack and resting it against the railing. “Byunghee-hyung likes someone else.”
(Just once) Look at me
You’re sweating and panting and gasping for oxygen because no matter how hard and fast you breathe, you never seem able to get enough inside of you. You tried your best, all of your thoughts focused completely on each second ticking by as you run, all of your thoughts focused completely on how to beat at least another few seconds off of your previous time because if there’s no improvement, it’s pointless.
Sanghyun sits beside you, breathing and sweating just as hard as you are, only he’s already gotten his time from Seungho and Sanghyun has apparently knocked off four seconds off of his record from last week. You look up wearily as Seungho walks nearer towards you, looking down at his stopwatch and notebook, kneeling next to you before showing you the time he’s written down.
Seven seconds less.
Seungho laughs at the same time you collapse spread-eagle onto your back on the fake turf of the indoor track field. “Good job,” he says, pats your arm lightly and then goes off to see what time Joon’s gotten since Byunghee usually works with timing Joon.
You get up just enough energy to stand up and walk over as Joon finishes his last lap, and Byunghee ends the time. You want to tell him while Joon catches his breath (and hangs on Seungho like a sweaty drape). Byunghee’s been working with you after school for the past few days and you want to tell him that your record is seven seconds less, that the work paid off, that Byunghee knew exactly how to help you, that-
“Changsun-ah,” Byunghee says, booting Seungho to the side (the older man flings to the ground, glaring), “you cut an entire thirty seconds off.” He waves the timer in front of Joon’s face, grinning at the third year (panting on the ground, right next to Seungho). “An entire fucking thirty seconds.” He slings an arm around Joon’s neck.
Do you really not see me?
You turn around.
You walk back and sit down next to Sanghyun.
I can’t change my heart
“Wait,” Kibum says, leaning across the table to you and motioning for you to do the same. “Is it really true?” he asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. You stand off of your chair slightly so you’re closer to Kibum-so you can hear him over the morning din of the cafeteria.
You blink. “What is?”
“Does Joon-hyung really have a thing for Yang-seonsangnim?”
“Yeah,” Dongwoon quips up immediately before you get to answer. He exchanges glances with you and then with Kibum. “Kikwangie-hyung said he heard from Doojoon-hyung.”
Kibum leans back in his chair, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows considerably. “Weird,” he says simply.
You look at him. “Why’s it weird?”
I want to love you
“I mean, Yang-seonsangnim is hot and all,” Kibum says, “but he’s still a teacher. He’s like-old. Like, it probably doesn’t matter all that much since Joon-hyung is going to graduate this year and all so it’s not that big of an age difference, but,” he shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s kind of like-illegal?” He glances at the others. “Isn’t it?”
Jinwoon frowns. “You make it seem like Yang-seonsangnim is gay too and Joon-hyung has a chance,” he says.
“Either way,” Jaejin shuffles his music sheets together after Nicole gives them back. “It’s illegal until Joon-hyung graduates or Yang-seonsangnim quits.”
I’m lonelier
“You okay?” Dongwoon asks, eyebrows furrowing at you.
You don’t meet his eyes, looking somewhere over the soccer player’s shoulder and smiling anyway. “’Course.”
Me-who really wants you and wants you
“She’s moving?” you echo back to him, your eyes open as far as they can go, feet frozen to the floor because you’re not sure what emotion you’re supposed to be feeling right now (and every emotion you’re feeling is wrong no matter which one you decide on anyway because feeling anything for him is illegal).
He puts the lock on the double doors of the shed, getting out the key to lock it shut for the day. “She’s getting married,” he says colorlessly, staring at his working hands and not at you. “Her fiancé works in America.”
My heart hurts this much
You don’t even know her name, but you already hate her.
You hate her because she can have everything you want-she can have it legally and willingly and without society glaring and criticizing and without any difficulties-she can have all of it so easily, but she doesn’t want any of it and you hate her, you hate her, you hate her, you hate her so much.
I only want to look at you
“I’m sorry, hyung,” you say quietly because you don’t know what else you’re supposed to do.
Who can change your changed feelings?
He turns around then, smiles at you (sadly) and reaches out to ruffle your hair (like a kid, like a student, like a dongsaeng-because that’s all you’ll ever be to him-anything else would be illegal-that word never stops ringing in your ears).
“Don’t be,” he says, and gives you a brief one-arm hug before he goes on to head back into the school.
Even in my dreams
You wish Joon everything that you’ll never have.