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"Please read this form carefully and if you agree with the terms, please sign here." Risks, chances. A number followed by a percentage sign. Chanyeol thought he had seen something like it on a certain bottle.
He put the tip of his pen to the start of a dotted line, and painted it with the letters of his name. It was like turning over a photograph and painting the picture you wanted to see on the backside. The picture that should've been there.
His gaze fell on the fingernails of his hand that held the pen. Short and blank.
Everything could be painted.
"Thank you. If you have any more questions about the procedure, please don't hesitate to ask."
It was like spinning a certain bottle, leaning in for a kiss with closed eyes.
Risks, chances. Percentages.
Volume louder
Beep beep beep. No matter where she woke up, every alarm clock sounded the same, all different. None of them reminded her of ECG machines.
No matter which dancefloors she danced on, the flashing colours and smell of alcohol were the same, always different. None of them reminded her of white halogen and antiseptic.
No matter which shirts she wore, they all slid over perfect skin, flowed down curved hips, fluttered around smooth legs. All the difference in the world. None of them reminded her of scrubs.
No matter whose arms held her, she loved them around her waist. All different until... And none of them reminded her of faded silhouettes.
On repeat, on repeat, more bass, r-r-r-remix
Blue lights, empty bottles. Chanyeol woke up to a pounding head. Hungover, but his head didn't hurt as much as his skin, stretching flatly, tightly over the wrong places of his body. Phantom pain or phantom phantom pain.
He groaned, voice deep. But he was getting there.
He clutched his head, fingers tangling in longer curls, but not as long as the wavy locks of the woman at the bar last night. He was getting there.
He swallowed his pills with vodka, cursing, praying it made the hormones travel into his cells faster.
Faster.
Fast forward
Beepbeepbeepbeep
Stop
Beeeeeeee-
Rewind, rewind. Don't switch it off. This is my favourite song and I want to dance.
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This is so different from the way I usually write that I wasn't very confident about it and debated not posting it at all... I'm not sure this drabble even makes sense to someone who doesn't know the video ^^;;
Anyway, thank you so much for your comment ♥ (and for introducing me to that amazing video!)
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and i'm really, really glad you liked the video :3 <3
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this piece was brilliant
FOUR FOR YOU, ANON
YOU GO, ANON
HOW DOES ONE WRITE
YOU ARE GOOD JOB *^*
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Thank you so much for your kind words ;A;
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