[2PM | 023.] confetti rains
confetti rains
nichkhun/junho
g
prompt suggested by swankysongbirds:
“I often came across fantastically charming wild flowers blossoming through the bullet holes of rusty iron helmets in mine fields,” he says. “[T]hey always struck a mixed feeling of joy and sorrow in my heart because they looked like reincarnations of the young souls of fallen soldiers.”
[in sum]: nichkhun finds that he rather enjoys confetti.
notes: sorry about lapslock. :/
confetti rains
being in the midst of a crowd is sometimes the loneliest place for nichkhun. every time after a music program, all the artists file onto the stage. some fight to be in front. some stay near the back to schedule rendezvous and promise meals for ulterior motives. nichkhun just stays still. he knows, no matter what he does, that he'll just end up drifting along. his anchor is the rest of 2pm. and though others might argue with him, junho's the one who stands out in nichkhun's eyes. his smile is just too real to ignore.
the confetti falls because someone has won the weekly chart award. he claps. he smiles. he's congratulatory. his eyes feel dry and he's constantly blinking. through the shards of paper, he can see junho, concentrated on the confetti. he claps his hands trying to catch some in between his palms. nichkhun looks down, laughing and shaking his head.
"oh junho" nichkhun mumbles to himself.
next to him, the no. 1 winner says "oh thank you!", thinking that nichkhun's said something else. nichkhun smiles nevertheless and in the end, his eyes find junho again. this is why it takes nichkhun a while to spot taecyeon. taecyeon, who's beckoning him to follow off-stage. the broadcast is over. it's time to go home.
"messy huh?" says wooyoung, who's come to retrieve him. "sometimes, i wonder if all this confetti is worth it."
nichkhun grins, slowly shaking his head.
"nah. i kind of like it. when it comes down, i get the feeling of butterflies having a riot in my gut, you know?"
wooyoung looks at him funny. like "what did you eat today?" but the smile on nichkhun's face doesn't leave.
"they look like tangible, frozen pieces of happiness that are left there after the moment is gone" nichkhun continues.
"um. oh" says wooyoung, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "well, come on then. minjae hyung is waiting."
wooyoung jogs ahead. and when nichkhun looks up from the confetti ridden ground, the only person waiting for him is junho, arm stretched out and some confetti pieces stuck to his hair.
before nichkhun leaves the stage, he grabs a handful of the colorful paper and stuffs it into his pocket -- memories to reflect on later, he thinks.
nichkhun/junho
g
prompt suggested by swankysongbirds:
“I often came across fantastically charming wild flowers blossoming through the bullet holes of rusty iron helmets in mine fields,” he says. “[T]hey always struck a mixed feeling of joy and sorrow in my heart because they looked like reincarnations of the young souls of fallen soldiers.”
[in sum]: nichkhun finds that he rather enjoys confetti.
notes: sorry about lapslock. :/
confetti rains
being in the midst of a crowd is sometimes the loneliest place for nichkhun. every time after a music program, all the artists file onto the stage. some fight to be in front. some stay near the back to schedule rendezvous and promise meals for ulterior motives. nichkhun just stays still. he knows, no matter what he does, that he'll just end up drifting along. his anchor is the rest of 2pm. and though others might argue with him, junho's the one who stands out in nichkhun's eyes. his smile is just too real to ignore.
the confetti falls because someone has won the weekly chart award. he claps. he smiles. he's congratulatory. his eyes feel dry and he's constantly blinking. through the shards of paper, he can see junho, concentrated on the confetti. he claps his hands trying to catch some in between his palms. nichkhun looks down, laughing and shaking his head.
"oh junho" nichkhun mumbles to himself.
next to him, the no. 1 winner says "oh thank you!", thinking that nichkhun's said something else. nichkhun smiles nevertheless and in the end, his eyes find junho again. this is why it takes nichkhun a while to spot taecyeon. taecyeon, who's beckoning him to follow off-stage. the broadcast is over. it's time to go home.
"messy huh?" says wooyoung, who's come to retrieve him. "sometimes, i wonder if all this confetti is worth it."
nichkhun grins, slowly shaking his head.
"nah. i kind of like it. when it comes down, i get the feeling of butterflies having a riot in my gut, you know?"
wooyoung looks at him funny. like "what did you eat today?" but the smile on nichkhun's face doesn't leave.
"they look like tangible, frozen pieces of happiness that are left there after the moment is gone" nichkhun continues.
"um. oh" says wooyoung, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "well, come on then. minjae hyung is waiting."
wooyoung jogs ahead. and when nichkhun looks up from the confetti ridden ground, the only person waiting for him is junho, arm stretched out and some confetti pieces stuck to his hair.
before nichkhun leaves the stage, he grabs a handful of the colorful paper and stuffs it into his pocket -- memories to reflect on later, he thinks.