jeogi
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openpockets
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pg, one day jongin will stick the landing.
nothing hurts more than slamming into a cabinet full of nasty mops and buckets head first and having all of its contents pour down on you like the pitter patter of your sister raining fists on your back for accidentally eating the last batch of soup dumplings. the world slowly stops spinning and everything stops falling. actually, it would depend on the time of day. and that might be blood.
jongin drops to the ground with his knees to his chest and groans. he shakes his head and yes, two plus two is four. he can't falter. time is of the essence!
"are you okay?" a girl shrieks as he runs by, her hand half out half retracted and jongin just gives her a lopsided grin. yeah, split his lip too. nice. the guys from the tennis team come to a screeching halt on the track as jongin rushes by them, and the poor bench doesn't stand a chance when he catapults off it. jongin beelines around the pool because there's no way he's getting his new shoes wet.
someone goes in and out of focus as jongin rounds the bike racks. "hey, hey, whoa!" a hand grabs him by the sleeve and jongin's jerked back. it's baekhyun, frowning mightily. "dude, you're bleeding. what the hell happened to you?"
jongin shrugs off baekhyun's hands and groans, "chanyeol's after your ass, i'd ditch practice today if i were you." that shuts baekhyun up and has him pouting. jongin doesn't have the time for this. he sprints off again before baekhyun can open his mouth again.
it's a funny thing, time. there's sweat on his brow and his foot is starting to cramp a little bit. it's what he gets for lying upside down on the couch the other day. jongin heaves open the door to the music department and wonders why in the world their school is so big, but all of that is cut off when he hears the tell tale whisper of clunky ivory keys down the left hall, four doors down. jongin checks his lip on his phone. it gives off manly charm, he supposes.
jongin tousles his hair left and right and his hands are maybe shaking. there's only so much one can do in twenty four hours, is what junmyeon had mused out loud, that you wonder how mother teresa or gandhi had done it all. don't you just want to sit around and watch a movie and just not care for a bit?
i wanna bring your ass here and kick you to last tuesday, jongin thinks to himself. he takes a big breath, in and out, and pats his shirt down. there are sweat marks here and there, and the brush of purple on his elbow will probably be there for a while, but jongin shrugs it off. i'm on a different mission here.
he had been told countless of times by science teachers and movies alike that time can't slow nor reverse itself. jongin checks under his nails. so it's a mystery how all this works. jongin sidles to the right just as a boy grunts "whoa sorry" and swings his trombone over his head. whatever it is, it's about time he put an end to this nonsense.
"stop right there." the piece ends unceremoniously on the accidental. perfect timing. jongin collects himself, and glowers with all his might. "don't even think about it."
the small back hunched over the piano on the far left corner of the room freezes up and jongin can almost taste the apprehension. a head turns, melona bar held to the lips. "uh. i wasn't going to?"
"bull." jongin walks over and snatches the ice bar away, shoves half of it into his mouth. his tongue is stuck. those eyes are trained on him, first on jongin's stretched out lips, then on his tattered trousers.
the tension dissipates as quickly as the ice cream melts in his mouth with a soft laugh. "you're silly." jongin rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. he doesn't want to choke on the stick after all. "i just got to the duet. you've got impeccable timing."
with a shrug, jongin scoots onto the other half of the piano bench and cracks his knuckles. he tries. i'll show you, he says with a curve of his eyebrows. please do, the lips return with a small lift.
there's nothing wrong with being a little bit selfish, not if you've been working so hard to make things work out. it's just fair. and everyone should be promised a little bit of happiness, given the moment, right? jongin pulls out the stick and tosses it into the trash and they take a breath simultaneously and then the door slides open with a gentle "kyungsoo?" a girl peeks through with a gentle smile (again) and the small back broadens and those long fingers slip off the keys (again) ringing a marvelous chord in their wake as he gets up and walks up to her, hey. jongin lets his head rest against the music book and exhales. fuck.
perhaps maybe now's just not the time.
i don't know i'm sorry i just finished watching the girl who leapt through time for the first time ever and i wanted to write something and i just spat this out in 20 minutes wuhh forgive me.
i hope someone enjoys this or actually understands what's going on bc the worst thing is to have to explain a story to someone..hehe ㅠ
pg, one day jongin will stick the landing.
nothing hurts more than slamming into a cabinet full of nasty mops and buckets head first and having all of its contents pour down on you like the pitter patter of your sister raining fists on your back for accidentally eating the last batch of soup dumplings. the world slowly stops spinning and everything stops falling. actually, it would depend on the time of day. and that might be blood.
jongin drops to the ground with his knees to his chest and groans. he shakes his head and yes, two plus two is four. he can't falter. time is of the essence!
"are you okay?" a girl shrieks as he runs by, her hand half out half retracted and jongin just gives her a lopsided grin. yeah, split his lip too. nice. the guys from the tennis team come to a screeching halt on the track as jongin rushes by them, and the poor bench doesn't stand a chance when he catapults off it. jongin beelines around the pool because there's no way he's getting his new shoes wet.
someone goes in and out of focus as jongin rounds the bike racks. "hey, hey, whoa!" a hand grabs him by the sleeve and jongin's jerked back. it's baekhyun, frowning mightily. "dude, you're bleeding. what the hell happened to you?"
jongin shrugs off baekhyun's hands and groans, "chanyeol's after your ass, i'd ditch practice today if i were you." that shuts baekhyun up and has him pouting. jongin doesn't have the time for this. he sprints off again before baekhyun can open his mouth again.
it's a funny thing, time. there's sweat on his brow and his foot is starting to cramp a little bit. it's what he gets for lying upside down on the couch the other day. jongin heaves open the door to the music department and wonders why in the world their school is so big, but all of that is cut off when he hears the tell tale whisper of clunky ivory keys down the left hall, four doors down. jongin checks his lip on his phone. it gives off manly charm, he supposes.
jongin tousles his hair left and right and his hands are maybe shaking. there's only so much one can do in twenty four hours, is what junmyeon had mused out loud, that you wonder how mother teresa or gandhi had done it all. don't you just want to sit around and watch a movie and just not care for a bit?
i wanna bring your ass here and kick you to last tuesday, jongin thinks to himself. he takes a big breath, in and out, and pats his shirt down. there are sweat marks here and there, and the brush of purple on his elbow will probably be there for a while, but jongin shrugs it off. i'm on a different mission here.
he had been told countless of times by science teachers and movies alike that time can't slow nor reverse itself. jongin checks under his nails. so it's a mystery how all this works. jongin sidles to the right just as a boy grunts "whoa sorry" and swings his trombone over his head. whatever it is, it's about time he put an end to this nonsense.
"stop right there." the piece ends unceremoniously on the accidental. perfect timing. jongin collects himself, and glowers with all his might. "don't even think about it."
the small back hunched over the piano on the far left corner of the room freezes up and jongin can almost taste the apprehension. a head turns, melona bar held to the lips. "uh. i wasn't going to?"
"bull." jongin walks over and snatches the ice bar away, shoves half of it into his mouth. his tongue is stuck. those eyes are trained on him, first on jongin's stretched out lips, then on his tattered trousers.
the tension dissipates as quickly as the ice cream melts in his mouth with a soft laugh. "you're silly." jongin rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. he doesn't want to choke on the stick after all. "i just got to the duet. you've got impeccable timing."
with a shrug, jongin scoots onto the other half of the piano bench and cracks his knuckles. he tries. i'll show you, he says with a curve of his eyebrows. please do, the lips return with a small lift.
there's nothing wrong with being a little bit selfish, not if you've been working so hard to make things work out. it's just fair. and everyone should be promised a little bit of happiness, given the moment, right? jongin pulls out the stick and tosses it into the trash and they take a breath simultaneously and then the door slides open with a gentle "kyungsoo?" a girl peeks through with a gentle smile (again) and the small back broadens and those long fingers slip off the keys (again) ringing a marvelous chord in their wake as he gets up and walks up to her, hey. jongin lets his head rest against the music book and exhales. fuck.
perhaps maybe now's just not the time.
i don't know i'm sorry i just finished watching the girl who leapt through time for the first time ever and i wanted to write something and i just spat this out in 20 minutes wuhh forgive me.
i hope someone enjoys this or actually understands what's going on bc the worst thing is to have to explain a story to someone..hehe ㅠ