Leave Unsaid - Drabble (Gen/Various; Yoosu)
Title: Leave Unsaid
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Gen/Various; Yoosu
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK
Genre: drabble
Rating: PG
Warning: subtle heavy themes
Disclaimer: Don't own these people, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: it means words within words, lies within truth, the reverse - the obvious
Comments: Written for dbsk_flashficdrabble prompt: unspoken - original post here. I feel oddly rusty xD The (phrases in these) are from Holding Back The Tears. I had to use a song one of them had written xD
(a picture smeared in white-)
Jaejoong’s bandaging Changmin’s hand; his knuckles cracked raw and bloody against the white cloth, his face a mask of anger and shame. The wall in the living room has a subtle dent. It’s accented with tints of red.
Jaejoong’s cheek is bruised plum.
(-my fragrance has faded away.)
Yoochun is half-awake over coffee in the kitchen. It’s a pantomime effort of normality; a hey - let’s ignore the backwards shirt, the forgotten shoes, the raspy morning-after voice.
Junsu’s still asleep in his bed, where the sheets and the air smell like Yoochun.
(it gets concealed-)
The five of them share champagne and hard liquor. The taste stays gasoline-thick on their tongues, honey sweet and warm in their stomachs. Yunho’s touching Jaejoong’s hand touching Changmin’s, with Junsu’s hand on top of Yoochun’s knee. "We’re fucking famous."
"Babe, like rockstars." Yoochun laughs.
(-my heart that has no words)
Concerts end in a fever too contagious, with them tumbling around and over each other backstage, tired and exhausted and exhilarated and relieved. Concerts mean words within words, raw secrets told to a crowded room; laced in metaphors and hidden in white lies.
Songs; words unspoken in the loudest tones.
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Gen/Various; Yoosu
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK
Genre: drabble
Rating: PG
Warning: subtle heavy themes
Disclaimer: Don't own these people, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: it means words within words, lies within truth, the reverse - the obvious
Comments: Written for dbsk_flashficdrabble prompt: unspoken - original post here. I feel oddly rusty xD The (phrases in these) are from Holding Back The Tears. I had to use a song one of them had written xD
(a picture smeared in white-)
Jaejoong’s bandaging Changmin’s hand; his knuckles cracked raw and bloody against the white cloth, his face a mask of anger and shame. The wall in the living room has a subtle dent. It’s accented with tints of red.
Jaejoong’s cheek is bruised plum.
(-my fragrance has faded away.)
Yoochun is half-awake over coffee in the kitchen. It’s a pantomime effort of normality; a hey - let’s ignore the backwards shirt, the forgotten shoes, the raspy morning-after voice.
Junsu’s still asleep in his bed, where the sheets and the air smell like Yoochun.
(it gets concealed-)
The five of them share champagne and hard liquor. The taste stays gasoline-thick on their tongues, honey sweet and warm in their stomachs. Yunho’s touching Jaejoong’s hand touching Changmin’s, with Junsu’s hand on top of Yoochun’s knee. "We’re fucking famous."
"Babe, like rockstars." Yoochun laughs.
(-my heart that has no words)
Concerts end in a fever too contagious, with them tumbling around and over each other backstage, tired and exhausted and exhilarated and relieved. Concerts mean words within words, raw secrets told to a crowded room; laced in metaphors and hidden in white lies.
Songs; words unspoken in the loudest tones.