kpfm drabble dump #2 (daeguknamah)
dgna. hyunmin/suhoon. g. 440w.
"I said I don't want to play," the chubby-cheeked kid mumbles. He's drawing figures in the sand. They're rounded at the edges but their middles are sharp lines and angles. They make no sense, much like the kid creating them, and Hyunmin doesn't like them-- the drawings, that is.
He wants to play.
Gwangchul kicks the ball over the Hyunmin, who stops it with his foot and calls back, "Suhoon says he'll play! Make Injoon put the ball back." He kicks it across the field and Gwangchul plucks it from the ground and tosses is it to a muddy, snotty-nosed kid.
"I didn't even want to be goalie..." Injoon sniffles, but Gwangchul beams and wipes the dirt from Injoon's nose, which is enough to perk him up enough to trot away with the ball in band. Hyunchul is dusting off his knees and shakes his head at Injoon's happy face.
Hyunmin watches his target with disdain. He's normally not a mean kid, really, but there is always an exception to a rule, and this exception would be Lee Suhoon.
"We're playing hide and seek," Hyunmin explains. "You're it." To his surprise, Suhoon gets to his feet and seemingly begins to head toward the field. Hyunmin follows with a hop in his step, until Suhoon makes a sudden sharp turn and heads for the swings instead. "Hey, wait--" But Suhoon isn't listening."
Injoon returns to Gwangchul's side, his face now marginally clean thanks to the kind teacher standing guard by the school entrance. "Hurry up!" Injoon calls, glancing proudly at his friend beside him. Hyunmin grumbles and thinks to himself that maybe it wasn't good that Injoon and Gwangchul were becoming friends. Injoon as starting to talk a little too much.
Hands on hips, Hyunmin ignores his friends and stares after Suhoon, who calmly sits himself down on a seat and begins to swing, so slow it's painful for Hyunmin to watch. "Start without me!" he barks, and marches up to the swings. "Why don't you play with us?"
Suhoon looks right at Hyunmin and says, "Because I don't want to." There's no trace of malice in his tone, just straight fact. Hyunmin wants to be angry but can't seem to quite get there with this one. He sits in the open swing.
"You could at least swing right," he chuckles and grabs onto the chain of Suhoon's swing. He launches himself with a powerful kick and drags Suhoon along, sending them both flying forward and back through the air. The swings' metallic squeak mixes with Hyunmin's loud laugh, and he notices the slightest hint of a smile on Suhoon's face.
dgna. injoon-centric. pg. 387w.
Either the room is spinning, or something is very wrong here. Injoon opens his mouth to call for Jihwan, but a giggle followed by a loud snort comes out instead. He tosses the bottle into the trash bin next to the bed and walks, well, more like stumbles, to the hallway.
Jihwan and Hyunchul are chatting quietly there, Jihwan practicing a few popping moves while he talks. The boy can never stay still, especially when he's thinking. Moving his body moves his mind.
Injoon giggles again, because he can't believe he thought something so profound. It's only when he notices the two staring at him that he realizes he's kind of hanging off of the door frame, three seconds away from falling on his face.
"Hyung, are you okay?" Jihwan asks. He pulls Injoon into an upright position and Injoon pokes him in the nose.
He forgets Jihwan's question a second later. "Have you guys seen Suhoon-hyung?" he tries to ask, but it comes out more like, "'Ave oo-eyes shyeen Soo-oonyung?"
Hyunchul covers his mouth and chuckles, but Injoon can't figure out why. Luckily Jihwan is already moving him past, toward the other hotel room. Next thing he knows he's being dumped onto a hotel bed. For a second he thinks it's his and he yawns and thinks, yeah, sleep would be good, but then he notices Hyunmin sitting on the end.
"What the hell happened?" Suhoon's voice comes from nowhere, and Injoon tries to sit up and find him, only to tumble back onto the bed.
"He came out of his room like this and asked for you," Jihwan answers. "At least I think he was asking for you."
Injoon remembers. "Hyuuuuuuuuuung," he calls, trying to get to his feet. He succeeds this time and feels oddly triumphant. "I 'av a keston. A question." Yes, said it right this time.
Suhoon's watching him carefully. Injoon swears he looks like he knows something Injoon doesn't, which pisses him off. "What is it?"
He shakes his head and the anger dissipates. Instead he's really amused at Suhoon's face, just for a moment. "The stuff in the little fridges," he says, remembering again and proud of himself for speaking clearly. "Is it free?"
Hyunmin bursts out laughing and Suhoon bolts out the door to find one of their managers.
"I said I don't want to play," the chubby-cheeked kid mumbles. He's drawing figures in the sand. They're rounded at the edges but their middles are sharp lines and angles. They make no sense, much like the kid creating them, and Hyunmin doesn't like them-- the drawings, that is.
He wants to play.
Gwangchul kicks the ball over the Hyunmin, who stops it with his foot and calls back, "Suhoon says he'll play! Make Injoon put the ball back." He kicks it across the field and Gwangchul plucks it from the ground and tosses is it to a muddy, snotty-nosed kid.
"I didn't even want to be goalie..." Injoon sniffles, but Gwangchul beams and wipes the dirt from Injoon's nose, which is enough to perk him up enough to trot away with the ball in band. Hyunchul is dusting off his knees and shakes his head at Injoon's happy face.
Hyunmin watches his target with disdain. He's normally not a mean kid, really, but there is always an exception to a rule, and this exception would be Lee Suhoon.
"We're playing hide and seek," Hyunmin explains. "You're it." To his surprise, Suhoon gets to his feet and seemingly begins to head toward the field. Hyunmin follows with a hop in his step, until Suhoon makes a sudden sharp turn and heads for the swings instead. "Hey, wait--" But Suhoon isn't listening."
Injoon returns to Gwangchul's side, his face now marginally clean thanks to the kind teacher standing guard by the school entrance. "Hurry up!" Injoon calls, glancing proudly at his friend beside him. Hyunmin grumbles and thinks to himself that maybe it wasn't good that Injoon and Gwangchul were becoming friends. Injoon as starting to talk a little too much.
Hands on hips, Hyunmin ignores his friends and stares after Suhoon, who calmly sits himself down on a seat and begins to swing, so slow it's painful for Hyunmin to watch. "Start without me!" he barks, and marches up to the swings. "Why don't you play with us?"
Suhoon looks right at Hyunmin and says, "Because I don't want to." There's no trace of malice in his tone, just straight fact. Hyunmin wants to be angry but can't seem to quite get there with this one. He sits in the open swing.
"You could at least swing right," he chuckles and grabs onto the chain of Suhoon's swing. He launches himself with a powerful kick and drags Suhoon along, sending them both flying forward and back through the air. The swings' metallic squeak mixes with Hyunmin's loud laugh, and he notices the slightest hint of a smile on Suhoon's face.
dgna. injoon-centric. pg. 387w.
Either the room is spinning, or something is very wrong here. Injoon opens his mouth to call for Jihwan, but a giggle followed by a loud snort comes out instead. He tosses the bottle into the trash bin next to the bed and walks, well, more like stumbles, to the hallway.
Jihwan and Hyunchul are chatting quietly there, Jihwan practicing a few popping moves while he talks. The boy can never stay still, especially when he's thinking. Moving his body moves his mind.
Injoon giggles again, because he can't believe he thought something so profound. It's only when he notices the two staring at him that he realizes he's kind of hanging off of the door frame, three seconds away from falling on his face.
"Hyung, are you okay?" Jihwan asks. He pulls Injoon into an upright position and Injoon pokes him in the nose.
He forgets Jihwan's question a second later. "Have you guys seen Suhoon-hyung?" he tries to ask, but it comes out more like, "'Ave oo-eyes shyeen Soo-oonyung?"
Hyunchul covers his mouth and chuckles, but Injoon can't figure out why. Luckily Jihwan is already moving him past, toward the other hotel room. Next thing he knows he's being dumped onto a hotel bed. For a second he thinks it's his and he yawns and thinks, yeah, sleep would be good, but then he notices Hyunmin sitting on the end.
"What the hell happened?" Suhoon's voice comes from nowhere, and Injoon tries to sit up and find him, only to tumble back onto the bed.
"He came out of his room like this and asked for you," Jihwan answers. "At least I think he was asking for you."
Injoon remembers. "Hyuuuuuuuuuung," he calls, trying to get to his feet. He succeeds this time and feels oddly triumphant. "I 'av a keston. A question." Yes, said it right this time.
Suhoon's watching him carefully. Injoon swears he looks like he knows something Injoon doesn't, which pisses him off. "What is it?"
He shakes his head and the anger dissipates. Instead he's really amused at Suhoon's face, just for a moment. "The stuff in the little fridges," he says, remembering again and proud of himself for speaking clearly. "Is it free?"
Hyunmin bursts out laughing and Suhoon bolts out the door to find one of their managers.