2pm: see i you
see i you - g
2pm: taecyeon, jaebeom
prompt by maltmilk
original post here
when taecyeon wakes up in the morning, he spies a discarded ribbed tank top at the foot of his bed. white and seemingly new, the tank top looks like it has just been peeled off of someone. taecyeon's confused. it couldn't have been junsu. his stuff is mostly black. had it been white, there was no way it'd look as pristine. he fumbles and pats his own chest. taecyeon wears his to sleep and today, his is purple.
puzzled but nonetheless awake, taecyeon walks to the bathroom. he shares the facilities with junsu and nichkhun. there should definitely be three toothbrushes in the cup, but taecyeon's is rubbing bristles with an unfamiliar gold colored one.
taecyeon rubs his eyes and the flakes of his eye boogers fall into the sink.
"nasty, man!" he hears a familiar voice say.
taecyeon's eyes shoot to the mirror's reflection. there's a shirtless asian dude standing behind him. he has on a white beanie and has ears that sport large diamond earrings...
taecyeon whips around but there's nothing there. he remembers belatedly that he'd locked the bathroom door.
taecyeon grinds the palm of his hands into his temples. there is something definitely wrong with him. he's seeing ghosts. no, he's placing things into reality; things that should be kept inside his heart.
-
for the next few days, there isn't much time to rest. taecyeon, for once, is thankful for the distraction. his hallucination has him more freaked out than he likes to let show. not that he's explicitly told anyone yet. one thing, however, lingers in his mind - no one had claimed that ribbed tank.
"you guys all have worked so hard" says their manager. "the company gave us a budget to eat out. let's go crazy guys!"
everyone shouts delight but all taecyeon wants is the liquor. perhaps alcohol will soothe things away and hide them where they belong.
for some reason, the minute they reach the restaurant and the second they are ushered into the private reserved room, taecyeon counts the seats.
there are two managers and six members including himself. so why are there nine place-mats?
"is someone else coming?" taecyeon asks one manager nervously.
"no, what are you talking about taecyeon? is there someone you'd like to invite?"
"no. it's nothing."
taecyeon reaches for the soju bottle first. and it's only until wooyoung clutches at his arm that taecyeon slows down.
-
"hey. you big toothed oaf!"
the shout-out startles taecyeon, but he turns as fast as he can. there are small white teeth in a shy smile. there's the familiarly styled hair - short on the sides, long on top. there's the ever small stature ("it's you that's abnormally tall, dummy!") and taecyeon knows that this person fits into his hug perfectly.
"jay-" taecyeon calls out and the name almost gets caught in his throat, where he's forced it down for so long.
they briefly hug and bump fists.
"how you been?" jaebum asks.
"good. okay. could have been better" taecyeon admits. "you?"
and jaebum opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. taecyeon blinks and he's catapulted from his dream. he sits up in his bed, scrambling for something, anything in the dark. all he sees is the white tank top, neatly folded at the foot of his bed.
"packed and ready to leave" taecyeon thinks.
but the owner has already left.
2pm: taecyeon, jaebeom
prompt by maltmilk
original post here
when taecyeon wakes up in the morning, he spies a discarded ribbed tank top at the foot of his bed. white and seemingly new, the tank top looks like it has just been peeled off of someone. taecyeon's confused. it couldn't have been junsu. his stuff is mostly black. had it been white, there was no way it'd look as pristine. he fumbles and pats his own chest. taecyeon wears his to sleep and today, his is purple.
puzzled but nonetheless awake, taecyeon walks to the bathroom. he shares the facilities with junsu and nichkhun. there should definitely be three toothbrushes in the cup, but taecyeon's is rubbing bristles with an unfamiliar gold colored one.
taecyeon rubs his eyes and the flakes of his eye boogers fall into the sink.
"nasty, man!" he hears a familiar voice say.
taecyeon's eyes shoot to the mirror's reflection. there's a shirtless asian dude standing behind him. he has on a white beanie and has ears that sport large diamond earrings...
taecyeon whips around but there's nothing there. he remembers belatedly that he'd locked the bathroom door.
taecyeon grinds the palm of his hands into his temples. there is something definitely wrong with him. he's seeing ghosts. no, he's placing things into reality; things that should be kept inside his heart.
-
for the next few days, there isn't much time to rest. taecyeon, for once, is thankful for the distraction. his hallucination has him more freaked out than he likes to let show. not that he's explicitly told anyone yet. one thing, however, lingers in his mind - no one had claimed that ribbed tank.
"you guys all have worked so hard" says their manager. "the company gave us a budget to eat out. let's go crazy guys!"
everyone shouts delight but all taecyeon wants is the liquor. perhaps alcohol will soothe things away and hide them where they belong.
for some reason, the minute they reach the restaurant and the second they are ushered into the private reserved room, taecyeon counts the seats.
there are two managers and six members including himself. so why are there nine place-mats?
"is someone else coming?" taecyeon asks one manager nervously.
"no, what are you talking about taecyeon? is there someone you'd like to invite?"
"no. it's nothing."
taecyeon reaches for the soju bottle first. and it's only until wooyoung clutches at his arm that taecyeon slows down.
-
"hey. you big toothed oaf!"
the shout-out startles taecyeon, but he turns as fast as he can. there are small white teeth in a shy smile. there's the familiarly styled hair - short on the sides, long on top. there's the ever small stature ("it's you that's abnormally tall, dummy!") and taecyeon knows that this person fits into his hug perfectly.
"jay-" taecyeon calls out and the name almost gets caught in his throat, where he's forced it down for so long.
they briefly hug and bump fists.
"how you been?" jaebum asks.
"good. okay. could have been better" taecyeon admits. "you?"
and jaebum opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. taecyeon blinks and he's catapulted from his dream. he sits up in his bed, scrambling for something, anything in the dark. all he sees is the white tank top, neatly folded at the foot of his bed.
"packed and ready to leave" taecyeon thinks.
but the owner has already left.