dream high
dream high drabbles
a/n: the last few episodes have been ahmazing.
word kill | 260 w, pg (samdong-centric)
the piano doesn't seem to fit in the room anymore, and neither does he.
it's all too painful and all too cutting and he can't bring himself to move from the instrument in front of him.
he remembers when he used to belong on that chair, when he used to fit into the curve of the seat.
so, samdong just presses his fingers gently against the keys, letting them dance to a sad melody along the black and white.
c, d, e
- and then it all starts to fade and it all starts to crumble, and samdong lets the melody slip out of his fingers because he knows he can't catch it. he tries hard, so hard, to keep the sound in the air, but he just can't.
he sees his fingers touch each key, but he hears nothing, and all of a sudden he feels everything.
porcelain fists crash, shattering the silence that he still hears. over and over and over, and there's still nothing as he slams his hand along the black and white, creating a tune that he knows all too well because he understands the hurt and loss between each and every tangled note.
C. D. E. - NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING,
and he just lets his fingers uncurl and drop back to his side, his cheek pressing against the cold wood. he feels something stinging his eyes, and samdong doesn't bother holding back his tears.
this isn't yours anymore, he tells himself. music, sound - it's not his anymore, and he wonders if it ever was.
-
astray | 177 w, pg (baekhee/jingook)
she doesn't look him in the eye anymore because she can't.
he towers over her, and she sees how something flickers across his face. baekhee thinks it's indignation, regret, because maybe she wasn't worth all the trouble.
she tries not to cry because she knows he won't hold her, and jingook just forces himself to look away.
"i did it for you," he tells her.
underneath dark lashes, she can see his fingers curl into fists.
baekhee just nods, because she knows, and she wants to say thank you but she might just crack any minute.
"i wish i could fight the world for you baekhee, i really do," and he finally does look at her, sad and a little jaded, and baekhee tries to smile.
" - but, there's another battle you have to face, and it's within yourself, and i can't help you." so he leaves like that, and baekhee is still trying to smile.
"i know," she whispers to no one in the dance room.
"but i don't know where to go from here."
-
too late to apologize | 209 w, pg (hyemi/samdong)
when samdong pushes her away, she bites down on her quivering lip.
she's cried too many time within the past month, and she's too hurt, and she's too sad, and it's too much.
when he finally comes back, she's still biting down on her quivering lip.
she watches him while he sleeps, she makes sure he eats all the right foods, and she just doesn't flutter an eyelash because she's afraid to let him leave her sight.
"never again," hyemi mumbles as she sits on the floor, her back pressed against the wall.
"never again will i let you leave, i will always take care of you. jerk," she watches him breathe under the covers, and she just holds her own breath.
hyemi wants to tell him how much she's sorry, she really does, but her pride can't seem to let her.
(i am sorry.
she writes it on a post it note later in the evening, sticking it to his nightstand.
it's only twenty minutes later that she crawls back in and rips it off.
"i really am sorry," and she really wishes he could hear her, and she cries a little more that night at the thought that maybe he might not be able to someday.)
-
you're pretty | 173 w, pg (pilsook/jason)
"so."
"so."
jason looks at pilsook and she looks back at him and they both simply smile.
neither of them say anything much now a days, only in fear that they might say too much, but they figure it's all understood in the silence.
"you look really pretty today," jason tells her, pulling lightly at her pigtail with a small smirk on his lips.
he likes the way she blushes so easily, the way he can make her smile, and the way that she just looks at him.
"what, i don't look pretty everyday?" she asks with an arched brow.
jason just lets out a laugh, rolling his eyes. he shrugs his shoulders, "yeah, you do, but today you look really pretty."
pilsook is still smiling, "and when i have looked the prettiest?"
jason blinks and smirks, "well, that's a secret."
and he wants to tell her it was when he first saw her in the sushi costume, but he just lets her squirm in her seat for the next ten minutes anyways.
a/n: the last few episodes have been ahmazing.
word kill | 260 w, pg (samdong-centric)
the piano doesn't seem to fit in the room anymore, and neither does he.
it's all too painful and all too cutting and he can't bring himself to move from the instrument in front of him.
he remembers when he used to belong on that chair, when he used to fit into the curve of the seat.
so, samdong just presses his fingers gently against the keys, letting them dance to a sad melody along the black and white.
c, d, e
- and then it all starts to fade and it all starts to crumble, and samdong lets the melody slip out of his fingers because he knows he can't catch it. he tries hard, so hard, to keep the sound in the air, but he just can't.
he sees his fingers touch each key, but he hears nothing, and all of a sudden he feels everything.
porcelain fists crash, shattering the silence that he still hears. over and over and over, and there's still nothing as he slams his hand along the black and white, creating a tune that he knows all too well because he understands the hurt and loss between each and every tangled note.
C. D. E. - NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING,
and he just lets his fingers uncurl and drop back to his side, his cheek pressing against the cold wood. he feels something stinging his eyes, and samdong doesn't bother holding back his tears.
this isn't yours anymore, he tells himself. music, sound - it's not his anymore, and he wonders if it ever was.
-
astray | 177 w, pg (baekhee/jingook)
she doesn't look him in the eye anymore because she can't.
he towers over her, and she sees how something flickers across his face. baekhee thinks it's indignation, regret, because maybe she wasn't worth all the trouble.
she tries not to cry because she knows he won't hold her, and jingook just forces himself to look away.
"i did it for you," he tells her.
underneath dark lashes, she can see his fingers curl into fists.
baekhee just nods, because she knows, and she wants to say thank you but she might just crack any minute.
"i wish i could fight the world for you baekhee, i really do," and he finally does look at her, sad and a little jaded, and baekhee tries to smile.
" - but, there's another battle you have to face, and it's within yourself, and i can't help you." so he leaves like that, and baekhee is still trying to smile.
"i know," she whispers to no one in the dance room.
"but i don't know where to go from here."
-
too late to apologize | 209 w, pg (hyemi/samdong)
when samdong pushes her away, she bites down on her quivering lip.
she's cried too many time within the past month, and she's too hurt, and she's too sad, and it's too much.
when he finally comes back, she's still biting down on her quivering lip.
she watches him while he sleeps, she makes sure he eats all the right foods, and she just doesn't flutter an eyelash because she's afraid to let him leave her sight.
"never again," hyemi mumbles as she sits on the floor, her back pressed against the wall.
"never again will i let you leave, i will always take care of you. jerk," she watches him breathe under the covers, and she just holds her own breath.
hyemi wants to tell him how much she's sorry, she really does, but her pride can't seem to let her.
(i am sorry.
she writes it on a post it note later in the evening, sticking it to his nightstand.
it's only twenty minutes later that she crawls back in and rips it off.
"i really am sorry," and she really wishes he could hear her, and she cries a little more that night at the thought that maybe he might not be able to someday.)
-
you're pretty | 173 w, pg (pilsook/jason)
"so."
"so."
jason looks at pilsook and she looks back at him and they both simply smile.
neither of them say anything much now a days, only in fear that they might say too much, but they figure it's all understood in the silence.
"you look really pretty today," jason tells her, pulling lightly at her pigtail with a small smirk on his lips.
he likes the way she blushes so easily, the way he can make her smile, and the way that she just looks at him.
"what, i don't look pretty everyday?" she asks with an arched brow.
jason just lets out a laugh, rolling his eyes. he shrugs his shoulders, "yeah, you do, but today you look really pretty."
pilsook is still smiling, "and when i have looked the prettiest?"
jason blinks and smirks, "well, that's a secret."
and he wants to tell her it was when he first saw her in the sushi costume, but he just lets her squirm in her seat for the next ten minutes anyways.