what now? - blohyuk - oneshot
Title: What Now?
Author: mandarinorange
Band/Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk (Epik High/Super Junior)
Rating: G.
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 409.
Summary: There's an answer somewhere, he just knows. But it's not where he thinks it is.
A/N: I'm seriously sorry for the lack of caps. _A_ I had originally planned on not x-posting this, but halfway through I figured it wasn't that bad, so why not share.
"write a book."
he didn't have time to ask what it should focus on or who it should be dedicated to or anything like that. right after he had gotten his response his father had hung up, and he was pretty sure the dial tone wouldn't tell him anything more. so he wrote his book. sure, it was more of a collection of short stories and it was several years before it was published, but he had written it. so why did he still have no clue as to what to do?
he didn't ask his father anymore. as respectable a man as he was, he seemed to be every bit as useless as the dial tone tablo often heard whenever his father had nothing more to say, with little regards as to the other person on the line. so for a while it was like floating in open water, but it was okay. he figured that he would eventually have to find an answer, and until he found it he could just pretend.
the closest he comes to finding his answer is a young man with a wide, easy smile and the light steps of a dancer. he's not tablo's type or even his gender preference, really, and he seems to raise more questions than answer them ("so, is forgetting what you're saying in the middle of a sentence normal for you or...?"). but there's all this pent up energy behind his eyes, and tablo won't, can't say no to that. and he doesn't have to.
hyukjae does it for him.
tablo isn't crying. he refuses to cry because not now, not now. he sits, chin propped up on suddenly cold hands, and he just looks. honestly, the way hyukjae tugs at the hem of his too-big t-shirt like he's got doubts that he's trying to hide isn't helping tablo at all. so he asks again.
"what now?"
hyukjae heaves a sigh and crosses his arms, and tablo notices just how thin he is. then he walks to tablo's chair and sits on one of the arms. tablo tries not to think of how easy it would be to push him off.
"you go on," hyukjae says softly. he waves his arms to the wall of windows across from them, gesturing to the strip of sky made jagged by skyscrapers.
tablo looks from the sky to hyukjae, who looks every bit as pained as himself. then he nods.
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here's a random blohyuk au not worthy of being x-posted if anyone's interested.
Author: mandarinorange
Band/Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk (Epik High/Super Junior)
Rating: G.
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 409.
Summary: There's an answer somewhere, he just knows. But it's not where he thinks it is.
A/N: I'm seriously sorry for the lack of caps. _A_ I had originally planned on not x-posting this, but halfway through I figured it wasn't that bad, so why not share.
"write a book."
he didn't have time to ask what it should focus on or who it should be dedicated to or anything like that. right after he had gotten his response his father had hung up, and he was pretty sure the dial tone wouldn't tell him anything more. so he wrote his book. sure, it was more of a collection of short stories and it was several years before it was published, but he had written it. so why did he still have no clue as to what to do?
he didn't ask his father anymore. as respectable a man as he was, he seemed to be every bit as useless as the dial tone tablo often heard whenever his father had nothing more to say, with little regards as to the other person on the line. so for a while it was like floating in open water, but it was okay. he figured that he would eventually have to find an answer, and until he found it he could just pretend.
the closest he comes to finding his answer is a young man with a wide, easy smile and the light steps of a dancer. he's not tablo's type or even his gender preference, really, and he seems to raise more questions than answer them ("so, is forgetting what you're saying in the middle of a sentence normal for you or...?"). but there's all this pent up energy behind his eyes, and tablo won't, can't say no to that. and he doesn't have to.
hyukjae does it for him.
tablo isn't crying. he refuses to cry because not now, not now. he sits, chin propped up on suddenly cold hands, and he just looks. honestly, the way hyukjae tugs at the hem of his too-big t-shirt like he's got doubts that he's trying to hide isn't helping tablo at all. so he asks again.
"what now?"
hyukjae heaves a sigh and crosses his arms, and tablo notices just how thin he is. then he walks to tablo's chair and sits on one of the arms. tablo tries not to think of how easy it would be to push him off.
"you go on," hyukjae says softly. he waves his arms to the wall of windows across from them, gesturing to the strip of sky made jagged by skyscrapers.
tablo looks from the sky to hyukjae, who looks every bit as pained as himself. then he nods.
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here's a random blohyuk au not worthy of being x-posted if anyone's interested.