Misc Drabbles (MBLAQ, U-Kiss, 2AM, 2PM)
These four drabbles are based on song titles from the steampunk band Abney Park. I've been dying to do something steampunky with writing lately, that doesn't require much thinking, so here goes!
airship pirate; pg. MBLAQ-JooMi
As a captain, Mir knows he has an important job to focus on besides ordering his crew around by invoking the wrath of the great air gods; smuggling and ferrying thousands of illegal things -- living or not or soon-to-be-not-living -- to and fro vast miles of land and water is a pressuring occupation, especially in these dangerous times.
"How's she faring?" He asks Seungho, the pilot. The airship is loosely tethered on a rocky outpost and they've got their first round of cargo loaded for the week. There's hardly any time for rest.
"Thunder just fixed up a leak. This bird's getting kind of old, you know." Seungho sighs, tapping a bronze dial that was acting funny.
"She flies fine though." Mir pouts, crossing his arms. He is not in the mood to have the daily argument with Seungho about how pretty much everything on the ship needed to be replaced.
"Whatever." Seungho obviously isn't in the mood either. He taps more furiously on the disobedient gauge and absently adds, "And there's an unloading of bird shit starboard."
"Noted," Mir hums, ruffling his messy red hair and letting his other hand rest comfortably on his belt, his bronze-lined pistol a security blanket to his hip. "We lift in fifteen." He says, returning to the shade under the belly of the airship. He's half asleep, soaking up the warmth of the engine, when he hears someone approaching, boot-buckles clanking loosely together.
When the captain squints one eye open he sees a tall, attractive if not exhausted and beat up looking young man.
"I need a ride." He states. "To the outer walls."
"Do we look like a chauffeuring service?" Mir asks loudly. Jangoon and Thunder laugh from a few feet away, amused by their captain's witticism. "We don't do live cargo." He lies, testing the desperation of the taller youth.
"I'll pay." The boy presses. "I'll do anything."
"Name?" Mir has several ideas already, a few of them are not appropriate. He'll stick to the basics for now, though. The outer walls are weeks away.
"Joon."
"Well, Joon, you're in luck." Mir says with a voracious grin. "We've been needing a windshield wiper."
post apocalypse punk; pg. 2PM-Nichkhun/Jaebum
"Heifer!" Jaebum accuses Nichkhun as they bolt down mountains of unstable junk, far too used to the sharp, disconnected ground to be at risk of twisting or breaking any ankles. "I found it first!"
Nichkhun adjusts his goggles with his free hand. "Who cares?" He laughs playfully, shoving the small generator into his bag before swinging on a rusty bar down onto the edge of the debris dump. His thick black gloves encompass a clear, gold thruster -- the blue spark of energy still fluttering within it. They'd have power for months, now. It was their best rummage yet.
Jaebum slides to a halt atop a smaller hill of junkyard shit, scraps of metal scattering from his planted heels. The dirty hems of his raggy pants are tucked tight into boots, mud-caked leather that ends just below his knees.
"I care!" He complains. "I'll take my mask off."
"You wouldn't." Nichkhun says, heavily curses his luck when Jaebum does -- stubborn dumbass he is -- pulling the protective goggles from his face -- Nichkhun's back up the hill in seconds, hand clamped over Jaebum's eyes. "Okay, okay." He says. "Don't do that again."
Jaebum holds his hands out, fully expecting the generator. Nichkhun begrudgingly places it into his possession and the shorter brunette grins. "Make a wish," he says.
"Why -- " Nichkhun starts, but Jaebum has leapt from the pile and taken off down through desolate ruins of what used to be Seoul city, now only desert dust and grotesquely bent metal.
"Just make a fucking wish. You always wish when you find a power source. It'll go out if you don't." Jaebum shouts falsely over the coarse wind. The sun is setting. Nichkhun knows he's making up stories again, untrue traditions that sound intriguing and hopeful and childish and perfect somehow -- all at once.
As they make it back to their camp, Jaebum dashing in with the generator raised in gloved hands, shouting the same nonsense about wishes and blackouts, Nichkhun has to grin.
He has a feeling this fallacy will be remembered for a very long time.
wanderlust; pg. U-Kiss-Kevin/Kibum, Dongho
Kibum likes to wander. He's traveled countless countries with his old, weathered air balloon. He's gained quite the reputation as a jack of all trades. When one travels, one learns many things. Most people are surprised to discover he is so young.
Kibum's never stopped for anyone ever -- until now.
The boy's name is Kevin and he's an actor -- rather, actress, since he is always cast in female roles. Kibum had seen him in a play and waited back stage after -- he didn't just leave, like he usually did.
The stage hand, Dongho, had complained away any company but himself and Kibum didn't mind (too much) because he mostly complained about Kevin.
"He's too nice." Dongho complains. "You'd think he really was a girl. He's also slow -- not mentally, you know. Takes him forever to get ready -- as you can clearly see."
Kibum nods, adjusting his cravat just so. He'd never much fancied high fashion or formal attire, much preferring his worn slacks and warm silk shirts, his broken-in boots and leather goggles. The uniform of a balloonist -- stylish enough, he believes.
"Oh, he's out now. How'd you get back here?" Dongho goes on, "Tons of people want to meet him, you see. You must have connections."
"Not really," Kibum admits, "I just asked." Not very nicely, if he recalls, but he has a reputation to upkeep. Kibum stops for no one -- he listens to no one -- and he will never not get his way.
Dongho's about to open his mouth in retort when Kevin emerges from his changing parlor, dressed casually and very male, but even, somehow, more attractive than before. The white of his hair gleams golden in the gaslight.
"I've heard about you." Kevin states, sending Dongho a nod in thanks. He hooks his arms through Kibum's -- like some courtesan -- and adds, "I suppose you're another to walk me home?"
Kibum almost stutters at the sudden, unexpected contact, but he catches himself, bewildered by his reaction. "If that's what you'd like."
"I'd like a ride in that balloon of yours, actually." Kevin says. The spark in his eye is prurient and Kibum decides that Dongho's just too young to realize the way seduction works.
Kibum has never let anyone go up within his air balloon before -- until now.
until the day you die; pg. 2AM-Jinwoon/Jokwon (also partially inspired from this picture of Kwon and... Sherlock Holmes XD)
Jokwon would never admit that he's more than just a detective; he's a pursuer of the unexplainable -- which almost always has to do with crime.
"You," Jokwon says, his voice is strong in its soft tenor and he points an accusatory finger at his partner. "Are being absolutely useless."
"Useless!" Jinwoon exclaims in incredulous distaste. "I'll have you know I picked the lock that got us in here."
"Petty details." Jokwon waves him away with a wrinkled brow, slipping into the loft on light feet, Jinwoon following closely behind him, ducking so as not to hit his head on the low ceiling.
"Smell that?" Jokwon stands stalk still, one thin leg outstretched, stopping mid-step. "Gun powder."
The two look at each other shortly -- knowing looks in a split second -- and before Jokwon knows it Jinwoon has grabbed him by the waist and they've jumped out the broken window. The building explodes not seconds later and Jokwon coughs up smoke and debris and tries to push Jinwoon off of him.
"Not again!" He exclaims. "All that evidence -- "
Jinwoon just groans.
"Are you all right?" He leans close, Jinwoon shakes his head. His black hair is nearly white with dust.
"The sirens have gone off." He notes. "I'm fine, but both of us won't be unless we get out of here." Jinwoon has lied though, Jokwon can tell, he has a bit of a limp when they make a mad dash for cover into a dark alley nearby.
"You're not all right, you liar." Jokwon accuses. "You should learn how to properly jump out a window."
"Please impart upon me how that's even possible." Jinwoon replies with a roll of his eyes. Jokwon's cheeks are dusted with pink.
"Thank you." He says, for saving my life, he doesn't add.
"I don't know why I bother." Jinwoon sighs in retaliation. "One day you'll get caught for fraud."
"Hey!" Jokwon is about to protest but Jinwoon just does that eyesmile at him and he can't find a proper comeback.
Jokwon would never admit that he's not a detective at all, he's just a pursuer of the unexplainable, and Jinwoon is, for lack of a better analogy, his partner in crime.
AN: I have potentially made them all OOC, but who cares? KIM ~ HAVE FAIL!KHUNJAY? ♥
Off to bed with me.
airship pirate; pg. MBLAQ-JooMi
As a captain, Mir knows he has an important job to focus on besides ordering his crew around by invoking the wrath of the great air gods; smuggling and ferrying thousands of illegal things -- living or not or soon-to-be-not-living -- to and fro vast miles of land and water is a pressuring occupation, especially in these dangerous times.
"How's she faring?" He asks Seungho, the pilot. The airship is loosely tethered on a rocky outpost and they've got their first round of cargo loaded for the week. There's hardly any time for rest.
"Thunder just fixed up a leak. This bird's getting kind of old, you know." Seungho sighs, tapping a bronze dial that was acting funny.
"She flies fine though." Mir pouts, crossing his arms. He is not in the mood to have the daily argument with Seungho about how pretty much everything on the ship needed to be replaced.
"Whatever." Seungho obviously isn't in the mood either. He taps more furiously on the disobedient gauge and absently adds, "And there's an unloading of bird shit starboard."
"Noted," Mir hums, ruffling his messy red hair and letting his other hand rest comfortably on his belt, his bronze-lined pistol a security blanket to his hip. "We lift in fifteen." He says, returning to the shade under the belly of the airship. He's half asleep, soaking up the warmth of the engine, when he hears someone approaching, boot-buckles clanking loosely together.
When the captain squints one eye open he sees a tall, attractive if not exhausted and beat up looking young man.
"I need a ride." He states. "To the outer walls."
"Do we look like a chauffeuring service?" Mir asks loudly. Jangoon and Thunder laugh from a few feet away, amused by their captain's witticism. "We don't do live cargo." He lies, testing the desperation of the taller youth.
"I'll pay." The boy presses. "I'll do anything."
"Name?" Mir has several ideas already, a few of them are not appropriate. He'll stick to the basics for now, though. The outer walls are weeks away.
"Joon."
"Well, Joon, you're in luck." Mir says with a voracious grin. "We've been needing a windshield wiper."
post apocalypse punk; pg. 2PM-Nichkhun/Jaebum
"Heifer!" Jaebum accuses Nichkhun as they bolt down mountains of unstable junk, far too used to the sharp, disconnected ground to be at risk of twisting or breaking any ankles. "I found it first!"
Nichkhun adjusts his goggles with his free hand. "Who cares?" He laughs playfully, shoving the small generator into his bag before swinging on a rusty bar down onto the edge of the debris dump. His thick black gloves encompass a clear, gold thruster -- the blue spark of energy still fluttering within it. They'd have power for months, now. It was their best rummage yet.
Jaebum slides to a halt atop a smaller hill of junkyard shit, scraps of metal scattering from his planted heels. The dirty hems of his raggy pants are tucked tight into boots, mud-caked leather that ends just below his knees.
"I care!" He complains. "I'll take my mask off."
"You wouldn't." Nichkhun says, heavily curses his luck when Jaebum does -- stubborn dumbass he is -- pulling the protective goggles from his face -- Nichkhun's back up the hill in seconds, hand clamped over Jaebum's eyes. "Okay, okay." He says. "Don't do that again."
Jaebum holds his hands out, fully expecting the generator. Nichkhun begrudgingly places it into his possession and the shorter brunette grins. "Make a wish," he says.
"Why -- " Nichkhun starts, but Jaebum has leapt from the pile and taken off down through desolate ruins of what used to be Seoul city, now only desert dust and grotesquely bent metal.
"Just make a fucking wish. You always wish when you find a power source. It'll go out if you don't." Jaebum shouts falsely over the coarse wind. The sun is setting. Nichkhun knows he's making up stories again, untrue traditions that sound intriguing and hopeful and childish and perfect somehow -- all at once.
As they make it back to their camp, Jaebum dashing in with the generator raised in gloved hands, shouting the same nonsense about wishes and blackouts, Nichkhun has to grin.
He has a feeling this fallacy will be remembered for a very long time.
wanderlust; pg. U-Kiss-Kevin/Kibum, Dongho
Kibum likes to wander. He's traveled countless countries with his old, weathered air balloon. He's gained quite the reputation as a jack of all trades. When one travels, one learns many things. Most people are surprised to discover he is so young.
Kibum's never stopped for anyone ever -- until now.
The boy's name is Kevin and he's an actor -- rather, actress, since he is always cast in female roles. Kibum had seen him in a play and waited back stage after -- he didn't just leave, like he usually did.
The stage hand, Dongho, had complained away any company but himself and Kibum didn't mind (too much) because he mostly complained about Kevin.
"He's too nice." Dongho complains. "You'd think he really was a girl. He's also slow -- not mentally, you know. Takes him forever to get ready -- as you can clearly see."
Kibum nods, adjusting his cravat just so. He'd never much fancied high fashion or formal attire, much preferring his worn slacks and warm silk shirts, his broken-in boots and leather goggles. The uniform of a balloonist -- stylish enough, he believes.
"Oh, he's out now. How'd you get back here?" Dongho goes on, "Tons of people want to meet him, you see. You must have connections."
"Not really," Kibum admits, "I just asked." Not very nicely, if he recalls, but he has a reputation to upkeep. Kibum stops for no one -- he listens to no one -- and he will never not get his way.
Dongho's about to open his mouth in retort when Kevin emerges from his changing parlor, dressed casually and very male, but even, somehow, more attractive than before. The white of his hair gleams golden in the gaslight.
"I've heard about you." Kevin states, sending Dongho a nod in thanks. He hooks his arms through Kibum's -- like some courtesan -- and adds, "I suppose you're another to walk me home?"
Kibum almost stutters at the sudden, unexpected contact, but he catches himself, bewildered by his reaction. "If that's what you'd like."
"I'd like a ride in that balloon of yours, actually." Kevin says. The spark in his eye is prurient and Kibum decides that Dongho's just too young to realize the way seduction works.
Kibum has never let anyone go up within his air balloon before -- until now.
until the day you die; pg. 2AM-Jinwoon/Jokwon (also partially inspired from this picture of Kwon and... Sherlock Holmes XD)
Jokwon would never admit that he's more than just a detective; he's a pursuer of the unexplainable -- which almost always has to do with crime.
"You," Jokwon says, his voice is strong in its soft tenor and he points an accusatory finger at his partner. "Are being absolutely useless."
"Useless!" Jinwoon exclaims in incredulous distaste. "I'll have you know I picked the lock that got us in here."
"Petty details." Jokwon waves him away with a wrinkled brow, slipping into the loft on light feet, Jinwoon following closely behind him, ducking so as not to hit his head on the low ceiling.
"Smell that?" Jokwon stands stalk still, one thin leg outstretched, stopping mid-step. "Gun powder."
The two look at each other shortly -- knowing looks in a split second -- and before Jokwon knows it Jinwoon has grabbed him by the waist and they've jumped out the broken window. The building explodes not seconds later and Jokwon coughs up smoke and debris and tries to push Jinwoon off of him.
"Not again!" He exclaims. "All that evidence -- "
Jinwoon just groans.
"Are you all right?" He leans close, Jinwoon shakes his head. His black hair is nearly white with dust.
"The sirens have gone off." He notes. "I'm fine, but both of us won't be unless we get out of here." Jinwoon has lied though, Jokwon can tell, he has a bit of a limp when they make a mad dash for cover into a dark alley nearby.
"You're not all right, you liar." Jokwon accuses. "You should learn how to properly jump out a window."
"Please impart upon me how that's even possible." Jinwoon replies with a roll of his eyes. Jokwon's cheeks are dusted with pink.
"Thank you." He says, for saving my life, he doesn't add.
"I don't know why I bother." Jinwoon sighs in retaliation. "One day you'll get caught for fraud."
"Hey!" Jokwon is about to protest but Jinwoon just does that eyesmile at him and he can't find a proper comeback.
Jokwon would never admit that he's not a detective at all, he's just a pursuer of the unexplainable, and Jinwoon is, for lack of a better analogy, his partner in crime.
AN: I have potentially made them all OOC, but who cares? KIM ~ HAVE FAIL!KHUNJAY? ♥
Off to bed with me.