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Soul
JongKey
G
Warnings: lapslock, heavy description
Click to viewthe lights go down; they scream louder, harder, kick drum pulsing deeper in his chest until it's screaming through his veins. there are no colors dotting the stage but there are still rods of light swelling like a sea in the audience and he fears he just might be engulfed, sinking deeper and down into the floor until they can't see him anymore.
his hands sweat.
he looks down and wiggles them, knuckles tentatively popping air inside like the pulse of his rib cage ballooning up and down. he wants to give them more, give them every piece and part of his green soul until he has none left, wants to satisfy the hunger in their eyes for them - for him, every inch and article of him that parades around the stage and is left deflated after the lights go off. there's no silence, no, the swish of his clothes and the thumps of their shoes, clasping hands and eyelashes beating the seconds until they reach the doors filling the air. it isn't deafening or silent, loud or soft, simply there written into his heart like scripture.
he counts their heads, onetwothreefour and five in the rub of his knuckles together when he balls his fists into each other.
five.
he meets another pair of eyes tracing his face in concern, smiles tiredly and weaves their fingers together. it's warm and their sweat is the same, same toil and work and fear. there's a tiny little light that goes off in the back of his brain that's ignited by the smoke smeared on eyes and the brilliant arch of straightened hair, slipped over a cliff by the tug that pulls him from underneath the crowd to his throat just above the surface.
the light isn't always there, but in the seconds before it peters out again, jonghyun scrabbles for the soul he's already given away.