monochrome
anonymous
November 4 2012, 07:12:07 UTC
"my favorite color is not purple."
a manager is fixing sungjong's hair and myungsoo is getting his makeup touched up and the rest of the other members are scattered around the room, looking into mirrors or practicing their own lines. as far as sunggyu knows, they're both as alone as they can be, surrounded by coordi noonas and camera crew and the managers. it's only both their mics had decided to stop working that everything was thrown off-schedule and this is probably why hoya is talking to him.
sunggyu nods nonchalantly at hoya even though his heart starts to pound so violently he feels light-headed. this is the first time, the first time in two years someone has chosen to speak to him willingly. they just don't do this sort of things; it's not proper. he takes a tiny step closer, as does hoya, and no one appears to notices. "hyung," he repeats again, voice rough and desperate, "my favorite color is not purple."
he thinks about the contract and how all seven of them had signed away their pasts to only say what the script reads, sing the songs they're given and dance to the steps approved by the ceo. kim sunggyu was wiped from existence the day he penned his name on the line, as well as lee howon and nam woohyun and the rest of them. the kim sunggyu he is now idolizes nell and played in a high school band and loves animal print; he barely remembers what life was before the training period and infinite's debut.
but hoya-hoya remembers.
someone slips a hand down sunggyu's back and he jumps. it's a coordi noona. got you a new mic, she says with a smile and sunggyu nods. from the corner of his eye, he can see another person adjusting the tiny black bud in hoya's ear. their eyes meet but hoya's eyes are subdued now and it's too late, because the moment is gone and they're all ushered onto stage for another performance in another foreign city.
it's a nighttime performance, and as sunggyu sings, he sees the city lights in the back gleam a thousand different colors and he wonders which one hoya likes best.
screams you actually wrote it ;; oh god this is not the reality i wanted. this is absolutely the reality i wanted. favourite line:
they're both as alone as they can be, surrounded by coordi noonas and camera crew and the managers.
sadface ): why do you do this to me. why. such a striking image. i don't understand the colour motif?? is it that sunggyu is so lonely here that colour is literally one of the few things left to fixate on? is it merely what it appears to be: a simple, if pathetic, conversation? idgi orz
♥ thank you so much for filling this. you are the sweetest!
sobs it's actually supposed to be this dystopian-like world where people sign away their past lives to become idols and entertainment companies mould them from scratch by telling them their past, their hobbies and their favorite colors so hoya telling sunggyu purple is not his favorite color is trying to break the shackles. sorry if i didn't manage to flesh that idea out enough ;;
aw, i'm glad to have been of inspiration! and oh it makes more sense now; the closeness to our reality, e.g. the backstage makeup process you open on, threw me off. anyway have some cookies for trying at least. lots of cookies.
yes i liked it... even if i didn't quite understand it before your explanation, lol, sorry about that ):
Re: monochrome
anonymous
November 11 2012, 19:35:26 UTC
this is really interesting! i like how it could easily be reality - how it's so close to what we know as real that it leaves open the possibility that everything we thought we knew is wrong. and the last sentence is so sweet :(
a manager is fixing sungjong's hair and myungsoo is getting his makeup touched up and the rest of the other members are scattered around the room, looking into mirrors or practicing their own lines. as far as sunggyu knows, they're both as alone as they can be, surrounded by coordi noonas and camera crew and the managers. it's only both their mics had decided to stop working that everything was thrown off-schedule and this is probably why hoya is talking to him.
sunggyu nods nonchalantly at hoya even though his heart starts to pound so violently he feels light-headed. this is the first time, the first time in two years someone has chosen to speak to him willingly. they just don't do this sort of things; it's not proper. he takes a tiny step closer, as does hoya, and no one appears to notices. "hyung," he repeats again, voice rough and desperate, "my favorite color is not purple."
he thinks about the contract and how all seven of them had signed away their pasts to only say what the script reads, sing the songs they're given and dance to the steps approved by the ceo. kim sunggyu was wiped from existence the day he penned his name on the line, as well as lee howon and nam woohyun and the rest of them. the kim sunggyu he is now idolizes nell and played in a high school band and loves animal print; he barely remembers what life was before the training period and infinite's debut.
but hoya-hoya remembers.
someone slips a hand down sunggyu's back and he jumps. it's a coordi noona. got you a new mic, she says with a smile and sunggyu nods. from the corner of his eye, he can see another person adjusting the tiny black bud in hoya's ear. their eyes meet but hoya's eyes are subdued now and it's too late, because the moment is gone and they're all ushered onto stage for another performance in another foreign city.
it's a nighttime performance, and as sunggyu sings, he sees the city lights in the back gleam a thousand different colors and he wonders which one hoya likes best.
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they're both as alone as they can be, surrounded by coordi noonas and camera crew and the managers.
sadface ): why do you do this to me. why. such a striking image. i don't understand the colour motif?? is it that sunggyu is so lonely here that colour is literally one of the few things left to fixate on? is it merely what it appears to be: a simple, if pathetic, conversation? idgi orz
♥ thank you so much for filling this. you are the sweetest!
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sobs it's actually supposed to be this dystopian-like world where people sign away their past lives to become idols and entertainment companies mould them from scratch by telling them their past, their hobbies and their favorite colors so hoya telling sunggyu purple is not his favorite color is trying to break the shackles. sorry if i didn't manage to flesh that idea out enough ;;
but other than that, i hope you liked this
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yes i liked it... even if i didn't quite understand it before your explanation, lol, sorry about that ):
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lovely anon, so lovely
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