nsdkfjfs writing is so hard lately. :( while i try to get my shit together, have a writing dump of wips/half-hearted drabbles.
i.
a/n: inspired by a quote. i just don't remember where it's from.
"i'm building the world myself and putting new hats on everybody one by one.. before i go out i'm gonna have people in tutus, cops wearing sombreros, stockbrokers with viking hats, priests with panties on their heads. in the world i'm building, everybody shouts hello to everybody else from their car windows. people have speakers attached to their chests that pour out music so you can tell from a distance what mood they're in, and they won't be too chicken to get naked when the rain comes." --Rachel Corrie
"It would be nice if people had speakers on their chests that constantly play music. Then you could always know what mood they're in," Tablo muses off-handedly on the way to the bathroom.
Hyukjae thinks about this for a minute, goes over the hows and what ifs in his mind. The speakers attached to Tablo's laptop catch his eye, and he glances from them to the bathroom door and back. Tentatively, he picks up one of them and holds it to his chest where he guesses his heart would be. It feels weird and natural all at once and maybe this is how girls feel when they first get boobs. Then Tablo pokes his head out the bathroom.
"Oh yeah, if-"
He falters mid-sentence and Hyukjae feels the slightest bit like dying on the spot. He fumbles with the speaker before putting it back, thoroughly mortified and sorry he ever volunteered to keep Tablo company for the day.
(But even in his embarrassment he still manages to notice the way Tablo covers his mouth with his fist when he laughs like he's bashful when Hyukjae knows he's anything but and how his nose crinkles just a little bit. It may just be the most endearing thing ever.)
ii.
"When I was little my mom had to make me go to mass."
Kyuhyun pulls his feet up and sits cross-legged in his chair because he figures at this point it's okay to be a little childish. A white SUV with the windows rolled down rides by and the music from the sound system spills into the open air, leaving behind little puddles of stray notes on the sidewalk and on their table. It doesn't take long for them to dry up in the hot summer air. Yesung taps the side of his glass distractedly and Kyuhyun believes he's forgotten his train of thought completely (or maybe, he thinks, it never existed).
Finally, Yesung looks up and grins softly. "Church really isn't so bad."
Kyuhyun looks at Yesung and then down at the table top as he takes a sip of his lemonade. Without meaning to, he smiles around the straw.
iii.
What if my voice doesn't come back?
Junho has to read the message three times before he remembers how letters makes these things called words which go on to form sentences. He rubs at his eyes sleepily before typing out a reply.
It will. I know.
From his bed he can hear Jaebum's breathing. In and out, in and out. He becomes so focused on the easy familiarity of it that when his cell phone vibrates he jumps a little.
How do you know?
Junho has to think about it because really, how does he know? He could give a lengthy reply about the throat and vocal chords, but he decides on something a little less practical and a whole world more helpful.
Because you're you and my Junsu-hyung is unstoppable.
With each second Jaebum's breathing seems to get louder and bigger until it feels like the whole room is breathing. Junho floats half-heartedly between sleep and alertness until about half an hour passes and he's positive that Junsu has fallen asleep. Stiffling a yawn, he makes one more text.
Love you, hyung.
iv.
Key takes Taemin's hands in his and brings them to his chest (and that's all they both are, really-flighty hands and shy eyes, dry lips and stuttering hearts). "Do you get it, can you see?" Key asks quickly, quietly like maybe someone is listening. Taemin bites his lip and furrows his eyebrows like this is one of those questions that could have catostrophic results if answered incorrectly. Key watches him as close as he knows how.
"Yeah, hyung. I do, I can."
His hands are still over Key's heart and his fingers curl into Key's shirt, and Key knows he's thinking oh god, oh god, what if I said the wrong thing? He also knows that Taemin is lying and no, he doesn't see it, so he waits and waits.