shinee, jonghyun/onew, 1
anonymous
June 27 2011, 11:54:37 UTC
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You there?"
Silence. "Yeah."
"Oh." More silence. "Duh."
A quiet chuckle. "No, you never know."
A moment of consideration, when it seems like there's a rumble overhead from the long abandoned railway tracks, a long forgotten little train who could still striving to make its way over the hill even when its driver is long gone.
And then it starts raining.
Great, fat gumballs that explode on contact, each capsule bringing with it its own fireworks show, all clear with the colours of blue fire lighting them up from without. Against him too; his fingers, knees, shoes. But these are less spectacular. These simply melt into him as if he doesn't exist, as if they no longer exist.
"Hey."
He tilts his head up, back, as if to look around the pillar, meet his eyes. "Yeah?" he says.
"Come here. You'll catch a cold sitting out there."
"Don't wanna." A childish pout of lips as he shakes his head, before it falls apart in a burst of laughter, dragged out from somewhere so deep inside him he hadn't even known it existed. "Don't wanna!" he says again, louder-it's subdued anyway by a burst of thunder followed lightning, until there's a hand on his elbow dragging him under the overpass, and he's shivering while the aftermath of rain trickles under his shirt collar. "I don't want to," he says. Quietly, this time. An afterthought. "Don't want to."
An arm around his waist, a sliver of warmth against chilled skin. "You'll catch a cold."
He shrugs it off. "Hey Jinki," he says.
"Yeah?"
"You ever felt like things were-before all this, I mean-like it was perfect and nothing was ever gonna go wrong?"
A quiet hum, an outtake of breath as they press against each other again, shoulder against shoulder. "That time-" He shakes his head. The movement jars them both. "No. I don't think so."
Jonghyun laughs. "Yeah? Me neither."
The wail of sirens sneaks in just under another flash of thunder.
"It's strange."
"Yeah?"
"They still think they're going to be saved."
"You know what's stranger?"
"No."
"They think they can save them."
"You think so?"
Silence.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You there?"
More silence. "I don't know. Are you?"
"Oh." He leans back, legs falling against the gravel.
"Yeah?"
"You there?"
Silence. "Yeah."
"Oh." More silence. "Duh."
A quiet chuckle. "No, you never know."
A moment of consideration, when it seems like there's a rumble overhead from the long abandoned railway tracks, a long forgotten little train who could still striving to make its way over the hill even when its driver is long gone.
And then it starts raining.
Great, fat gumballs that explode on contact, each capsule bringing with it its own fireworks show, all clear with the colours of blue fire lighting them up from without. Against him too; his fingers, knees, shoes. But these are less spectacular. These simply melt into him as if he doesn't exist, as if they no longer exist.
"Hey."
He tilts his head up, back, as if to look around the pillar, meet his eyes. "Yeah?" he says.
"Come here. You'll catch a cold sitting out there."
"Don't wanna." A childish pout of lips as he shakes his head, before it falls apart in a burst of laughter, dragged out from somewhere so deep inside him he hadn't even known it existed. "Don't wanna!" he says again, louder-it's subdued anyway by a burst of thunder followed lightning, until there's a hand on his elbow dragging him under the overpass, and he's shivering while the aftermath of rain trickles under his shirt collar. "I don't want to," he says. Quietly, this time. An afterthought. "Don't want to."
An arm around his waist, a sliver of warmth against chilled skin. "You'll catch a cold."
He shrugs it off. "Hey Jinki," he says.
"Yeah?"
"You ever felt like things were-before all this, I mean-like it was perfect and nothing was ever gonna go wrong?"
A quiet hum, an outtake of breath as they press against each other again, shoulder against shoulder. "That time-" He shakes his head. The movement jars them both. "No. I don't think so."
Jonghyun laughs. "Yeah? Me neither."
The wail of sirens sneaks in just under another flash of thunder.
"It's strange."
"Yeah?"
"They still think they're going to be saved."
"You know what's stranger?"
"No."
"They think they can save them."
"You think so?"
Silence.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You there?"
More silence. "I don't know. Are you?"
"Oh." He leans back, legs falling against the gravel.
"Oh."
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