shinee, taekey-ish, 'on the road' prompt
anonymous
April 26 2011, 03:30:08 UTC
i have no idea where the fuck i was going with this, lol.
it's not the best idea in the world, just packing a bag and taking the first bus available without even checking the destination, but frankly, kibum doesn't care much. all he wants is a way out, some kind of escape, away from a world that ceased having meaning a long long time ago.
he settles for a seat at the back, by the window. sets his bag down next to him to make sure that nobody opts for that seat. the last thing he wants is having to make polite chit-chat with some stranger. not that the bus is full; from the bus-drivers announcement before he starts driving, kibum gathers that their destination is some small town on the east coast. why not. the east coast is as good as any other place.
it becomes easier to breathe once skyscrapers give way to grassy hills and clusters of small houses. the further away they get from seoul, the calmer he feels. it's not going to last, he knows that much; you might be able to run from most things, but you can't run from yourself. too bad. would've come in handy sometimes.
kibum spends the first couple hours just staring out the window while listening to music. he wants to sleep, but he can't. this is the second best thing. seeing the landscape float by, constantly changing and yet not changing at all. the bus makes stops, some shorter and some longer, but kibum stays in his seat until his legs get numb from being in the same position for so long. day slowly fades into night. the miles tick on by. kibum still can't sleep.
he hasn't slept at all when the bus finally reaches the end destination. kibum stumbles out and blinks into the daylight. he's confused. it's been too long since he slept. hours, days, weeks. he's lost count by now. maybe it doesn't matter.
at least he's not in seoul anymore.
at least he's alone now.
kibum wanders the streets of the unfamiliar city, taking things in without really seeing them. he didn't think this through; he doesn't have anywhere to go. maybe he should have planned this better. but it's difficult to plan anything when you spontaneously run away. it's only when he's too exhausted to keep on walking that he finds a hotel, a small one, getting a room for the next couple of nights. he can't even afford anything more. fuck. should definitely have planned this better.
at least he still has his phone. doesn't mean it's easy to dial the number. what other choice is there?
kibum flings himself down onto the creaky hospital bed and looks up into the ceiling as he listens to the phone ring. once, three times, five times, seven. it's still early. maybe in the middle of practice. or a recording. kibum can't remember the schedule anymore - he's used to just following along while thinking of something else.
'hello?' taemin sounds out of breath. definitely practice, then.
'hi,' kibum replies. he suddenly realises he has no idea what to say.
taemin tuts. 'you're in a lot of trouble now.'
'i don't care,' kibum says. it's the truth. it's been a long time since he cared.
taemin just laughs. what the fuck. 'i know. take as long as you need. i'm sure we can manage without you.'
it's not the best idea in the world, just packing a bag and taking the first bus available without even checking the destination, but frankly, kibum doesn't care much. all he wants is a way out, some kind of escape, away from a world that ceased having meaning a long long time ago.
he settles for a seat at the back, by the window. sets his bag down next to him to make sure that nobody opts for that seat. the last thing he wants is having to make polite chit-chat with some stranger. not that the bus is full; from the bus-drivers announcement before he starts driving, kibum gathers that their destination is some small town on the east coast. why not. the east coast is as good as any other place.
it becomes easier to breathe once skyscrapers give way to grassy hills and clusters of small houses. the further away they get from seoul, the calmer he feels. it's not going to last, he knows that much; you might be able to run from most things, but you can't run from yourself. too bad. would've come in handy sometimes.
kibum spends the first couple hours just staring out the window while listening to music. he wants to sleep, but he can't. this is the second best thing. seeing the landscape float by, constantly changing and yet not changing at all. the bus makes stops, some shorter and some longer, but kibum stays in his seat until his legs get numb from being in the same position for so long. day slowly fades into night. the miles tick on by. kibum still can't sleep.
he hasn't slept at all when the bus finally reaches the end destination. kibum stumbles out and blinks into the daylight. he's confused. it's been too long since he slept. hours, days, weeks. he's lost count by now. maybe it doesn't matter.
at least he's not in seoul anymore.
at least he's alone now.
kibum wanders the streets of the unfamiliar city, taking things in without really seeing them. he didn't think this through; he doesn't have anywhere to go. maybe he should have planned this better. but it's difficult to plan anything when you spontaneously run away. it's only when he's too exhausted to keep on walking that he finds a hotel, a small one, getting a room for the next couple of nights. he can't even afford anything more. fuck. should definitely have planned this better.
at least he still has his phone. doesn't mean it's easy to dial the number. what other choice is there?
kibum flings himself down onto the creaky hospital bed and looks up into the ceiling as he listens to the phone ring. once, three times, five times, seven. it's still early. maybe in the middle of practice. or a recording. kibum can't remember the schedule anymore - he's used to just following along while thinking of something else.
'hello?' taemin sounds out of breath. definitely practice, then.
'hi,' kibum replies. he suddenly realises he has no idea what to say.
taemin tuts. 'you're in a lot of trouble now.'
'i don't care,' kibum says. it's the truth. it's been a long time since he cared.
taemin just laughs. what the fuck. 'i know. take as long as you need. i'm sure we can manage without you.'
kibum sighs. maybe that's the problem.
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