every note carved into musical history
drabbles
pairing: tablo/hyukjae
rating: G
a/n: i know i'm still sick but i am online for a reason, okay! i'm supposed to find pictures for a person who i admire most and then i realised the only pictures i had of tablo were him drunk/with hyukjae/wearing weird objects on his head/middle fingers on display. so yeah.
I. then you spoke I never heard a voice so sweet_
"Love."
Hyukjae scrunches up his forehead in concentration, lips trying to form the foreign word. "Rebu," he finally manages and a grin brightens up his face until he realizes Tablo is shaking his head. Hyukjae's face falls and he looks so dejected Tablo just wants to hug him and kiss his disappointment away.
Tablo smiles and touches Hyukjae's cheek with the back of his palm, displaying a tender side that only Hyukjae gets to see. "No, baby, its love. Love. I love you."
Hyukjae brightens. He knows that phrase. "I love you too," he bubbles in Korean, flashing pink gums and his eyes almost disappear into slits.
"In English, this time," Tablo requests because even if he's pleased, he can't forget that he's here to teach Hyukjae how to pronounce the English lyrics.
"Ai loubeu?"
Tablo sighs. Hyukjae pouts.
And the process begins all over again.
_
II. with times to worry and times to play. we'll sit and stress over life or just burn the day away
(before she appeared) _
Hyukjae pulls back and to Tablo's surprise, starts giggling, his tinkling laugh filling up the silent room. He gently presses a finger over his own lip and shows Tablo the finger tainted with the slightest bit of reddish pink. "Make up." Hyukjae turns him towards the mirror hanging on the wall and Tablo's eyes follow. On Tablo's cheek is a perfectly shaped lipstick mark. Left over from the photoshoot.
Tablo automatically lifts a finger to wipe the mark away but Hyukjae catches his hand.
"Leave it on," he says, his eyes sparkling and dancing like the huge diamond ring that Tablo's ex-girlfriend proudly wore at her wedding to someone that wasn't Tablo.
Tablo almost asks why, but then he realizes that Hyukjae wants a mark of his on him. A mark of possessiveness to show that Tablo belongs to him and a warning to others that this boy was taken.
"They'll think you have a girlfriend," Hyukjae says.
"I do," Tablo answers without hesitation and Hyukjae hits him playfully and asks him who he's cheating on him with in mock anger but Tablo can see that he's pleased.
_
III. so i ask what would i be without you? like stevie without wonder. hunger without food_
"No reason to live, without you."
Hyukjae pulls back and a dazzling smile lights up his face. "That's sweet, hyung, even if it’s not true. You always say you live for the music. Live and die for the pen and such. You can't just die, you know, cause of your members. They need a front man and a leader. And then there's your parents... And David? Little Jude will miss his uncle. You need to win another hiphop album first. It’s your goal right? That's a reason to life. And oh, your dog would starve without you-"
Sometime during Hyukjae's little rant, Tablo has located the television remote and he leans back into the couch and switches on the TV.
Hyukjae stops at the sound of the television (its Eeteuk. Again. Eeteuk is noisy even when trapped inside the screen. He tries to act cute for the host but it turns out greasy because he's a quarter of a century old; he should act his age for god's sake) and asks, a little confused, "Hyung, don't you want to kiss anymore?" His lips pull into a little pout.
Tablo pulls the boy towards him and messes up his hair affectionately. Hyukjae is only happy to comply because the kissing and the touching is Tablo's thing and Hyukjae is contented to cuddle. Its times like this that Tablo realizes he's dating a kid and he can't remember why.
(Hyukjae snuggles against him and makes a satisfied little sigh that sounds more like a mewl. Tablo's hand is tangled in his hair and Hyukjae lies his head against Tablo's shoulder and oh yeah, that's why)
_
IV. i know for sure in our past life we had to be friends livin and dyin together knowing that we would meet again_
Everything in your relationship goes against society's norm because you're celebrities and you're males and he's so much younger. You don't think he even knows that you define what you two have as a relationship. You like -love?- him and he likes you, but probably not that way. You hold hope that you can make him like you anyway. It's like fanning a dying flame and it looks like its in vain but there's a little spark that keeps you going on and on. You can envision the raging fire in your head so clearly that you try try try.
You're reading your book and not watching him practice his dance (he's pretty awesome) and there's no picture of him hidden in the pages of your book either. That wouldn't be cool; that would be stalkerish and you're way above immature things like that. (you think as your hand moves to cover the tiny passport size picture of him grinning stupidly into the camera, slightly cross-eyed and very, very drunk. You have no idea how it got in there, you swear)
This isn't right, your mind tells you intelligently. You can't help but agree but your heart, that little annoying organ, that's the one causing all this fuss. It's a defiant little guy and no amount of convincing and threatening can make it stop from flip flopping inside your ribcage every time Hyukjae so much as smiles at you. Damn it, you just have to give in to your heart's needs because it’s the thing keeping you alive.
Damn.
pairing: tablo/hyukjae
rating: G
a/n: i know i'm still sick but i am online for a reason, okay! i'm supposed to find pictures for a person who i admire most and then i realised the only pictures i had of tablo were him drunk/with hyukjae/wearing weird objects on his head/middle fingers on display. so yeah.
I. then you spoke I never heard a voice so sweet_
"Love."
Hyukjae scrunches up his forehead in concentration, lips trying to form the foreign word. "Rebu," he finally manages and a grin brightens up his face until he realizes Tablo is shaking his head. Hyukjae's face falls and he looks so dejected Tablo just wants to hug him and kiss his disappointment away.
Tablo smiles and touches Hyukjae's cheek with the back of his palm, displaying a tender side that only Hyukjae gets to see. "No, baby, its love. Love. I love you."
Hyukjae brightens. He knows that phrase. "I love you too," he bubbles in Korean, flashing pink gums and his eyes almost disappear into slits.
"In English, this time," Tablo requests because even if he's pleased, he can't forget that he's here to teach Hyukjae how to pronounce the English lyrics.
"Ai loubeu?"
Tablo sighs. Hyukjae pouts.
And the process begins all over again.
_
II. with times to worry and times to play. we'll sit and stress over life or just burn the day away
(before she appeared) _
Hyukjae pulls back and to Tablo's surprise, starts giggling, his tinkling laugh filling up the silent room. He gently presses a finger over his own lip and shows Tablo the finger tainted with the slightest bit of reddish pink. "Make up." Hyukjae turns him towards the mirror hanging on the wall and Tablo's eyes follow. On Tablo's cheek is a perfectly shaped lipstick mark. Left over from the photoshoot.
Tablo automatically lifts a finger to wipe the mark away but Hyukjae catches his hand.
"Leave it on," he says, his eyes sparkling and dancing like the huge diamond ring that Tablo's ex-girlfriend proudly wore at her wedding to someone that wasn't Tablo.
Tablo almost asks why, but then he realizes that Hyukjae wants a mark of his on him. A mark of possessiveness to show that Tablo belongs to him and a warning to others that this boy was taken.
"They'll think you have a girlfriend," Hyukjae says.
"I do," Tablo answers without hesitation and Hyukjae hits him playfully and asks him who he's cheating on him with in mock anger but Tablo can see that he's pleased.
_
III. so i ask what would i be without you? like stevie without wonder. hunger without food_
"No reason to live, without you."
Hyukjae pulls back and a dazzling smile lights up his face. "That's sweet, hyung, even if it’s not true. You always say you live for the music. Live and die for the pen and such. You can't just die, you know, cause of your members. They need a front man and a leader. And then there's your parents... And David? Little Jude will miss his uncle. You need to win another hiphop album first. It’s your goal right? That's a reason to life. And oh, your dog would starve without you-"
Sometime during Hyukjae's little rant, Tablo has located the television remote and he leans back into the couch and switches on the TV.
Hyukjae stops at the sound of the television (its Eeteuk. Again. Eeteuk is noisy even when trapped inside the screen. He tries to act cute for the host but it turns out greasy because he's a quarter of a century old; he should act his age for god's sake) and asks, a little confused, "Hyung, don't you want to kiss anymore?" His lips pull into a little pout.
Tablo pulls the boy towards him and messes up his hair affectionately. Hyukjae is only happy to comply because the kissing and the touching is Tablo's thing and Hyukjae is contented to cuddle. Its times like this that Tablo realizes he's dating a kid and he can't remember why.
(Hyukjae snuggles against him and makes a satisfied little sigh that sounds more like a mewl. Tablo's hand is tangled in his hair and Hyukjae lies his head against Tablo's shoulder and oh yeah, that's why)
_
IV. i know for sure in our past life we had to be friends livin and dyin together knowing that we would meet again_
Everything in your relationship goes against society's norm because you're celebrities and you're males and he's so much younger. You don't think he even knows that you define what you two have as a relationship. You like -love?- him and he likes you, but probably not that way. You hold hope that you can make him like you anyway. It's like fanning a dying flame and it looks like its in vain but there's a little spark that keeps you going on and on. You can envision the raging fire in your head so clearly that you try try try.
You're reading your book and not watching him practice his dance (he's pretty awesome) and there's no picture of him hidden in the pages of your book either. That wouldn't be cool; that would be stalkerish and you're way above immature things like that. (you think as your hand moves to cover the tiny passport size picture of him grinning stupidly into the camera, slightly cross-eyed and very, very drunk. You have no idea how it got in there, you swear)
This isn't right, your mind tells you intelligently. You can't help but agree but your heart, that little annoying organ, that's the one causing all this fuss. It's a defiant little guy and no amount of convincing and threatening can make it stop from flip flopping inside your ribcage every time Hyukjae so much as smiles at you. Damn it, you just have to give in to your heart's needs because it’s the thing keeping you alive.
Damn.