chance to dance for you prologue/thirteen {siwon/eunhyuk}
Title: Chance to Dance for You
Fandom: DBSJ
Pairings: Eunhyuk!centric, SiHyuk, YooSu, side!HaeSu, side!KangHyuk
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Homophobia, girl!Junsu
Part: Prologue/Thirteen - And maybe a sequel
A/N: Based on the book 'Chance to Dance for You' by Gail Sidonie Sobat - a great book, I recommend it.
Summary: Hyukjae lives in a town where everything's the same. The houses, the cars, the families, the thoughts are the same. But Hyukjae is different. Out of the closest and in his last year of high school, he gets bullied and pushed around because of his sexuality. But he's a dancer, and he's sure he'll be a trainee before the end of the school year. Then he falls in love with Siwon, the town's pretty boy...
(Summary edited from the back of the book. Like a lazy boss.)
Welcome to my town.
It’s a little ways off, a few kilometers away from your town. Even with such a short distance, it looks much different, doesn’t it? You’re town probably has pretty porches and towels hanging from the verandas, with the sky a dazzling blue and kids of different names, tones and sizes running around, laughing their faces off. Your town sounds nice, way nice, compared to my town. They’re might be even potholes and things in the ground, that might make you trip, but in the end, it adds individuality to the street. How nice.
My town is perfect-though. All the houses are the same, all the people are the same. The roads are lined with trees, all the same, ugly pine that they planted seven years ago, and all the porches are painted that same white that threatens to fall off, and hanging only be the skin of its teeth to the wood that gets stomped on daily. They all have the same fence, keeping kids from running around and being free to socialize with others. Some communities have gates, keeping the scum and lowlifes out of their beautiful houses. But what’s the point when they all look the same?
The streets are all named after birds, from Oriole Street to Hummingbird way; each road helps people know just one more bird name. If you were to go around my town and count all the streets, you would have a total of thirty-six bird names. How they were even able to gather up that many names in the first place is a shock to me, but it's always good for a spelling bee, I guess. I live in a small house, just like everyone else on Robin Crescent, with three windows facing the street, like a three-eyed monster keeping their enemies out.
There are a lot of enemies that my house would want to keep out.
First of all, Robin Crescent isn’t the richest place my town. Unlike the people in the north or in the west that can afford three cars that they try to fit in their driveways. My road is filled with people that you wouldn’t really want in your house, let alone on your street, parked in their cars, watching you as you return from school. But unfortunately, I live here, and I have to deal with the eyes that would best fit a rapist’s. I can’t drive yet, I haven’t passed any of my driver’s tests yet, and my mother needs the car anyways. We don’t have three SUV’s and if we did, we wouldn’t be able to keep it for longer than a month. Plus, I don’t want to destroy the environment with those gas guzzlers.
I’m part of the eco-club at school, by the way. Besides that, that’s all I do at school. Well, except dance.
But like any town, this town has a bunch of secrets. Secrets that some people wouldn’t even believe the first time. But there’s one thing that isn’t a secret. That’s my ‘second of all’. I’m homosexual, out of the closet, and I’ve been facing this town’s pro-hetero thoughts for three years now. Senior year drags on, and on, and you could wonder why I’ve been facing the bullying for so damn long from Choi Siwon and Kim Youngwoon. Not to mention his group of goonies.
Choi Siwon is one to talk about, though. He’s the town’s star. He’s gorgeous, delicious, beautiful. He’s rich as ever-his mother is a writer-and he drives the best of the best to school every morning. He plays football and nine-men volleyball, which is a big deal. He’s the star for both of those teams. But he’s a pig, just like the rest of them. A vulture waiting for his prey, and when it’s a good time to strike, he’ll do it. Youngwoon and he have been doing it since I went out of the closet those three years ago.
I always wait until everyone is out of the male’s change-room before I change. If I don’t, and glance at their bodies, they might beat me up. They might call me names. And names go much farther than just from their chapped lips-they reach their keyboards, and soon, you have a facebook page dedicated to a stupid name that has over three thousand likes. So I slip out when everyone’s gone, when everyone has finished changing, the school’s final bell echoing through my ears. I hate gym class, but I must get the credit.
I’m slipping into my jeans when someone’s chest presses up against my back. “Hyukjae,” someone breathes, and I know all-to-quickly who it is: Choi Siwon. Before I can think, let alone act, he flips me around and grabs onto my arm, crashing our lips together. It’s a deep kiss-and I kiss back. Because I do.
“If you tell anyone, you’re dead,” he spits into my face, before walking out of the change-room, leaving me to level my head.
My lips are tingling.
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a/n: I KNOW. I shouldn't be doing a new chaptered series with break a trick and all these other things I need finished! But the book gave me inspiration!
a/n: crossposted at miracle and sihyuk
a/n: and btw, I'm back.
Fandom: DBSJ
Pairings: Eunhyuk!centric, SiHyuk, YooSu, side!HaeSu, side!KangHyuk
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Homophobia, girl!Junsu
Part: Prologue/Thirteen - And maybe a sequel
A/N: Based on the book 'Chance to Dance for You' by Gail Sidonie Sobat - a great book, I recommend it.
Summary: Hyukjae lives in a town where everything's the same. The houses, the cars, the families, the thoughts are the same. But Hyukjae is different. Out of the closest and in his last year of high school, he gets bullied and pushed around because of his sexuality. But he's a dancer, and he's sure he'll be a trainee before the end of the school year. Then he falls in love with Siwon, the town's pretty boy...
(Summary edited from the back of the book. Like a lazy boss.)
Welcome to my town.
It’s a little ways off, a few kilometers away from your town. Even with such a short distance, it looks much different, doesn’t it? You’re town probably has pretty porches and towels hanging from the verandas, with the sky a dazzling blue and kids of different names, tones and sizes running around, laughing their faces off. Your town sounds nice, way nice, compared to my town. They’re might be even potholes and things in the ground, that might make you trip, but in the end, it adds individuality to the street. How nice.
My town is perfect-though. All the houses are the same, all the people are the same. The roads are lined with trees, all the same, ugly pine that they planted seven years ago, and all the porches are painted that same white that threatens to fall off, and hanging only be the skin of its teeth to the wood that gets stomped on daily. They all have the same fence, keeping kids from running around and being free to socialize with others. Some communities have gates, keeping the scum and lowlifes out of their beautiful houses. But what’s the point when they all look the same?
The streets are all named after birds, from Oriole Street to Hummingbird way; each road helps people know just one more bird name. If you were to go around my town and count all the streets, you would have a total of thirty-six bird names. How they were even able to gather up that many names in the first place is a shock to me, but it's always good for a spelling bee, I guess. I live in a small house, just like everyone else on Robin Crescent, with three windows facing the street, like a three-eyed monster keeping their enemies out.
There are a lot of enemies that my house would want to keep out.
First of all, Robin Crescent isn’t the richest place my town. Unlike the people in the north or in the west that can afford three cars that they try to fit in their driveways. My road is filled with people that you wouldn’t really want in your house, let alone on your street, parked in their cars, watching you as you return from school. But unfortunately, I live here, and I have to deal with the eyes that would best fit a rapist’s. I can’t drive yet, I haven’t passed any of my driver’s tests yet, and my mother needs the car anyways. We don’t have three SUV’s and if we did, we wouldn’t be able to keep it for longer than a month. Plus, I don’t want to destroy the environment with those gas guzzlers.
I’m part of the eco-club at school, by the way. Besides that, that’s all I do at school. Well, except dance.
But like any town, this town has a bunch of secrets. Secrets that some people wouldn’t even believe the first time. But there’s one thing that isn’t a secret. That’s my ‘second of all’. I’m homosexual, out of the closet, and I’ve been facing this town’s pro-hetero thoughts for three years now. Senior year drags on, and on, and you could wonder why I’ve been facing the bullying for so damn long from Choi Siwon and Kim Youngwoon. Not to mention his group of goonies.
Choi Siwon is one to talk about, though. He’s the town’s star. He’s gorgeous, delicious, beautiful. He’s rich as ever-his mother is a writer-and he drives the best of the best to school every morning. He plays football and nine-men volleyball, which is a big deal. He’s the star for both of those teams. But he’s a pig, just like the rest of them. A vulture waiting for his prey, and when it’s a good time to strike, he’ll do it. Youngwoon and he have been doing it since I went out of the closet those three years ago.
I always wait until everyone is out of the male’s change-room before I change. If I don’t, and glance at their bodies, they might beat me up. They might call me names. And names go much farther than just from their chapped lips-they reach their keyboards, and soon, you have a facebook page dedicated to a stupid name that has over three thousand likes. So I slip out when everyone’s gone, when everyone has finished changing, the school’s final bell echoing through my ears. I hate gym class, but I must get the credit.
I’m slipping into my jeans when someone’s chest presses up against my back. “Hyukjae,” someone breathes, and I know all-to-quickly who it is: Choi Siwon. Before I can think, let alone act, he flips me around and grabs onto my arm, crashing our lips together. It’s a deep kiss-and I kiss back. Because I do.
“If you tell anyone, you’re dead,” he spits into my face, before walking out of the change-room, leaving me to level my head.
My lips are tingling.
--
a/n: I KNOW. I shouldn't be doing a new chaptered series with break a trick and all these other things I need finished! But the book gave me inspiration!
a/n: crossposted at miracle and sihyuk
a/n: and btw, I'm back.