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One Long Drabble and Two Drabbles
Rating : PG - PG 13
Pairing : Hyukhae
Summary : They were somehow deaf and somewhat blind.
Genre : Various
WC : 1,050
A/N : Still not in the mood to write a story. It’s metaphoric but not really. All songs are from Soko
Take My Heart (Kind of Epilogue to Hearts and Revived Hearts)
Hyukjae stared at the heart, every space on the pericardium almost covered all in bruises, scars and wounds. Hyukjae held the heart carefully and awkwardly, trying to not touch the bruises, wounds and scars. Pulling out a box full with soft and comfy cottons and wools, Hyukjae then put the hearts inside. He stared at it for a moment, then he made his way to his closet, hands roamed inside for a while until he found what he was searching for, taking out a first-aid kit. Hyukjae walked back to his bed, opening up the first-aid kit he took some gauze and band-aids and put it on every wound, took a certain bottle out and applied the liquid inside to every bruises and scar.
Donghae stitched the heart to his aorta with colorful strings, from white to bright red but black was excluded. His lips formed a permanent smile, laughter seemed becoming the main voice coming out from his mouth, cuddling seasons every morning on Hyukjae’s bed, leaning his head on Hyukjae’ shoulder every time they watched TV, playing with Hyukjae fingers when their fingers tangled together.
Once, Hyukjae opened Donghae’s chest, ripping out the flesh slowly, trying to not wake the other man. Hyukjae’s heart was there, beating in rhythm, bright red, it was almost pink for Hyukjae, and alive. Hyukjae stared at his own heart, a drop of tears slowly dripping down from his small eyes to his cheek and fell to the floor when it reached his chin, followed by another drop, and others drops.
Hyukjae stared at the heart inside the box. He wished the heart could heal faster.
Hyukjae ran to Donghae, one day. He tried to verbalize all of his thoughts and feelings, between his panting. Donghae tilted his head, confused or maybe didn’t get the idea just like he was used to. Hyukjae groaned, there was no use of using words since Donghae, sometimes, was just a grown-up form of a baby. Hyukjae ripped his chest, blood spilling out, dripping down to the floor. Donghae’s eyes widened as he saw what was inside Hyukjae’s ribcage, reminding Hyukjae of goldfish’s eyes. Donghae smiled, lips trembling, in the count of seconds, less than three, he cried, hugging Hyukjae, drowning his face to Hyukjae’s chest, weeping his snort with Hyukjae’ shirt.
Hyukjae patted his head, caressed his hair then pulled Donghae’s chin up. Donghae looked ugly and messed up, Hyukjae thought, snort coming out from his nose, eyes red and face wet because of the massive amount of tears, but Hyukjae smiled, leaned closer and kissed Donghae.
I’ll Kill Her
Donghae came out from his dorm, holding a knife, Leeteuk’s shout from inside the upstairs dorm followed his pace to the hallway before he took stairs to the downstairs dorm. He opened the door harshly, earning three pairs of eyes looking at him immediately. All eyes went wide and scared as they realized Donghae was holding a knife.
“I’ll kill her!” Donghae shouted, storming inside to the living room where Kyuhyun, Yesung and Sungmin were happily watching TV earlier before Donghae came, Donghae passing the living room, going straight to Hyukjae’s room.
Donghae opened the door, as harsh as he opened the dorm’s door. His face scrunched in anger as he made his way to the bed. He groaned angrily like a Godzilla.
“Lee Hyukjae! Cheater Monkey-Anchovy Breed!” Donghae screamed. “And you! You, bitch!” Donghae raised his knife.
Donghae stabbed with his knife, liquid spurting out and dampening the sheet and the bed. Donghae was still stabbing there and then angrily while shouting and cursing.
Donghae panted, fifteen minutes later, eyes still wild, holding his knife loosely, “Serve you right! You'd rather know to not mess up with me!”
“Hyung.” Kyuhyun’s head popped inside the room. “I think, yes, you get your revenge, but you better clean up the mess because I don’t think Ahjumma will clean up the mess you made because of you stabbed a box of strawberry milk.”
It’s Raining Outside
It was raining all the time for them. The only difference was Donghae had shelter while Hyukjae got soaked. There was no rainbow, the rain never stopped after all. Sound of raindrops hitting the roads, buildings and windows ruined their conversations. The million drop of water falling to the ground blurred their visions. They were somehow deaf and somewhat blind.
The weather was always raining, no matter what season it was. Hyukjae danced in the rain, the sound of rain became his music. Donghae danced inside his shelter, music came out from his iPod. Hyukjae shivered in cold, snow mixed with rain on their harshest winter. Donghae was warm, behind the thick blanket and hands holding a cup of hot chocolate. Hyukjae enjoyed the view of myriads blooming flower, lying on the prairie, whistling together with the birds. Donghae stared outside the window, imagining the flower’ scent, playing with birds and running on the prairie but it was only his spring dream.
Donghae wanted to come out, dancing in the rain with Hyukjae, feeling the rain drip down on his skin, his skin touched Hyukjae’s, Donghae wished under the autumn sky. Hyukjae thought of eating ice cream together with Donghae, cooling down under the air conditioner, fingers tangled with Donghae, Hyukjae’s mind wandered around as the sound of summer waves drifted him to sleep.
Donghae wanted to invite Hyukjae inside, sharing the warmth of hot chocolate, cuddling under the thick blanket, or maybe Donghae could come out from his shelter, hugging Hyukjae in the snow and rain. Hyukjae never came inside, every time Donghae tried to step out from his shelter, the rain went harder and harder, blurred his vision of Hyukjae and tuned out Hyukjae’s voice.
Donghae wanted, Donghae wished, so much until it was hurt and the pain formed as tears, to strip that soaked body out from his wet clothes, pulling him inside, sharing the warmth, to have some hot chocolate in the winter morning, to cool their bodies down under the air conditioner due to summer heath, to count the autumn stars on the rooftop, and to paint their wall with flower colors in spring.
Hyukjae only wish was the rain to stop, so that he didn’t need to hide his tears.
~End of One Long Drabble and Two Drabbles~
My prayers and deep condolences go to Japan.
Comments are more than welcome. And for silent readers, i know half of you. Thank you for reading this fic, and for getting on my nerves. Good day, silent readers, may you will never feel like i feel.
If you want to request some fic/drabble here
Rating : PG - PG 13
Pairing : Hyukhae
Summary : They were somehow deaf and somewhat blind.
Genre : Various
WC : 1,050
A/N : Still not in the mood to write a story. It’s metaphoric but not really. All songs are from Soko
Take My Heart (Kind of Epilogue to Hearts and Revived Hearts)
Hyukjae stared at the heart, every space on the pericardium almost covered all in bruises, scars and wounds. Hyukjae held the heart carefully and awkwardly, trying to not touch the bruises, wounds and scars. Pulling out a box full with soft and comfy cottons and wools, Hyukjae then put the hearts inside. He stared at it for a moment, then he made his way to his closet, hands roamed inside for a while until he found what he was searching for, taking out a first-aid kit. Hyukjae walked back to his bed, opening up the first-aid kit he took some gauze and band-aids and put it on every wound, took a certain bottle out and applied the liquid inside to every bruises and scar.
Donghae stitched the heart to his aorta with colorful strings, from white to bright red but black was excluded. His lips formed a permanent smile, laughter seemed becoming the main voice coming out from his mouth, cuddling seasons every morning on Hyukjae’s bed, leaning his head on Hyukjae’ shoulder every time they watched TV, playing with Hyukjae fingers when their fingers tangled together.
Once, Hyukjae opened Donghae’s chest, ripping out the flesh slowly, trying to not wake the other man. Hyukjae’s heart was there, beating in rhythm, bright red, it was almost pink for Hyukjae, and alive. Hyukjae stared at his own heart, a drop of tears slowly dripping down from his small eyes to his cheek and fell to the floor when it reached his chin, followed by another drop, and others drops.
Hyukjae stared at the heart inside the box. He wished the heart could heal faster.
Hyukjae ran to Donghae, one day. He tried to verbalize all of his thoughts and feelings, between his panting. Donghae tilted his head, confused or maybe didn’t get the idea just like he was used to. Hyukjae groaned, there was no use of using words since Donghae, sometimes, was just a grown-up form of a baby. Hyukjae ripped his chest, blood spilling out, dripping down to the floor. Donghae’s eyes widened as he saw what was inside Hyukjae’s ribcage, reminding Hyukjae of goldfish’s eyes. Donghae smiled, lips trembling, in the count of seconds, less than three, he cried, hugging Hyukjae, drowning his face to Hyukjae’s chest, weeping his snort with Hyukjae’ shirt.
Hyukjae patted his head, caressed his hair then pulled Donghae’s chin up. Donghae looked ugly and messed up, Hyukjae thought, snort coming out from his nose, eyes red and face wet because of the massive amount of tears, but Hyukjae smiled, leaned closer and kissed Donghae.
I’ll Kill Her
Donghae came out from his dorm, holding a knife, Leeteuk’s shout from inside the upstairs dorm followed his pace to the hallway before he took stairs to the downstairs dorm. He opened the door harshly, earning three pairs of eyes looking at him immediately. All eyes went wide and scared as they realized Donghae was holding a knife.
“I’ll kill her!” Donghae shouted, storming inside to the living room where Kyuhyun, Yesung and Sungmin were happily watching TV earlier before Donghae came, Donghae passing the living room, going straight to Hyukjae’s room.
Donghae opened the door, as harsh as he opened the dorm’s door. His face scrunched in anger as he made his way to the bed. He groaned angrily like a Godzilla.
“Lee Hyukjae! Cheater Monkey-Anchovy Breed!” Donghae screamed. “And you! You, bitch!” Donghae raised his knife.
Donghae stabbed with his knife, liquid spurting out and dampening the sheet and the bed. Donghae was still stabbing there and then angrily while shouting and cursing.
Donghae panted, fifteen minutes later, eyes still wild, holding his knife loosely, “Serve you right! You'd rather know to not mess up with me!”
“Hyung.” Kyuhyun’s head popped inside the room. “I think, yes, you get your revenge, but you better clean up the mess because I don’t think Ahjumma will clean up the mess you made because of you stabbed a box of strawberry milk.”
It’s Raining Outside
It was raining all the time for them. The only difference was Donghae had shelter while Hyukjae got soaked. There was no rainbow, the rain never stopped after all. Sound of raindrops hitting the roads, buildings and windows ruined their conversations. The million drop of water falling to the ground blurred their visions. They were somehow deaf and somewhat blind.
The weather was always raining, no matter what season it was. Hyukjae danced in the rain, the sound of rain became his music. Donghae danced inside his shelter, music came out from his iPod. Hyukjae shivered in cold, snow mixed with rain on their harshest winter. Donghae was warm, behind the thick blanket and hands holding a cup of hot chocolate. Hyukjae enjoyed the view of myriads blooming flower, lying on the prairie, whistling together with the birds. Donghae stared outside the window, imagining the flower’ scent, playing with birds and running on the prairie but it was only his spring dream.
Donghae wanted to come out, dancing in the rain with Hyukjae, feeling the rain drip down on his skin, his skin touched Hyukjae’s, Donghae wished under the autumn sky. Hyukjae thought of eating ice cream together with Donghae, cooling down under the air conditioner, fingers tangled with Donghae, Hyukjae’s mind wandered around as the sound of summer waves drifted him to sleep.
Donghae wanted to invite Hyukjae inside, sharing the warmth of hot chocolate, cuddling under the thick blanket, or maybe Donghae could come out from his shelter, hugging Hyukjae in the snow and rain. Hyukjae never came inside, every time Donghae tried to step out from his shelter, the rain went harder and harder, blurred his vision of Hyukjae and tuned out Hyukjae’s voice.
Donghae wanted, Donghae wished, so much until it was hurt and the pain formed as tears, to strip that soaked body out from his wet clothes, pulling him inside, sharing the warmth, to have some hot chocolate in the winter morning, to cool their bodies down under the air conditioner due to summer heath, to count the autumn stars on the rooftop, and to paint their wall with flower colors in spring.
Hyukjae only wish was the rain to stop, so that he didn’t need to hide his tears.
~End of One Long Drabble and Two Drabbles~
My prayers and deep condolences go to Japan.
Comments are more than welcome. And for silent readers, i know half of you. Thank you for reading this fic, and for getting on my nerves. Good day, silent readers, may you will never feel like i feel.
If you want to request some fic/drabble here