tales character sketches #2- jess
1. changseob (BTOB)/hyomin (T-ARA): polaris - jimmy eat world
they fall to pieces together, mix and match until they fit only to break again.
changseob's somewhere between a new high score in swing copter and the finishing touches of question one (of at least fifteen) for his trig homework when sunyoung's face comes into view.
'you busy?' she asks, hovering anxiously in the door way.
'never too busy for you, beautiful.' changseob's pulling her close, fingers toying with the ends of her hair.
sunyoung's hair is newly short, just barely resting at the nape of her neck and she insists it's definitely in her top five worst mistakes she's ever made in her life.
'what position does it hold in that illustrious list?' changseob asks, leading her over to his bed. his room is a post trials mess, but sunyoung's seen worse.
'maybe fourth place?' sunyoung chuckles, self consciously toying with her fringe.
'i think i need to hear more about this list, start with number one.' when sunyoung laughs, changseob nuzzles her cheek and locks their fingers together.
'you're not ready for number one just yet,' sunyoung decides, shifting until she was found herself resting with her back to his chest.
'we can take it slow,' changseob says softly, tucking her hair behind her ears before returning his hands to hers.
'number five is definitely letting jihyun down that bottle of my dad's munbaeju,' sunyoung nodded, toying with changseob's fingertips. 'that had to have been sitting around since my... for years.'
5. no matter how long i search, how hard i cry, how broken i become - she can't piece me back together and tell me it'll get better.
'i think i remember that night,' changseob murmurs. 'the karaoke turned minor house fire evening?'
'that's the one.'
'and number four? your beautiful haircut,' changseob sings, leaning forward for the shortest of moments to grab his phone.
'what are you doing?'
'showing you that your haircut is definitely not worse than that awful statue of your dad's,' changseob states, angling his phone to take what might have been the worst photo in existence.
they stare in silence at the upset blur that was them until changseob coughs awkwardly and hyomin insists on a do-over.
'this time i'll hold the camera.' sunyoung laughs, strategically fluffing up changseob's hair before holding the camera up at an almost ridiculous height.
'this can't be the secret to all your selfies,' changseob says in mock horror. 'come on, babe. you gotta have it down low. chins are the trend-'
'smile!'
and somehow it's perfect.
'what!' changseob exclaims, staring at the picture in disbelief.
'yeah i'm that good,' sunyoung laughs, and maybe she doesn't finish her list that day; though it lingers on in changseob's mind in the worst of ways.
[TBC.]
2. jinyoung (got7)/jb (got7): why can't i be you? - the cure
gossip girl [13.02 PM]: spotted, jinyoung sporting last season leg warmers in aerobics class
wangmandude [13.03 PM]: tits or gtfo
kitsune chan [13.06 PM]: {media} not this jinyoung
love battery {13.07 PM]: {media} nor this Jinyoung*** xoxo?
gamma [13.08 PM]: oh my god mom stop
howareyou [13.08 PM]: does this mean what i think it means
gossip girl [13.14 PM]: {media}
okcat [13.16 PM]: YASSS GET IT QURL
'my dad finally agreed to let me take a karate class if he chose the teacher,' jinyoung whines, head falling back with a loud thump as it meets the back of the sofa.
'it could be worse,' jaebum soothes, giving jinyoung's knee a reassuring squeeze.
'please enlighten me how it could be worse.' jinyoung can barely even look in jaebum's direction.
'you could be junsu right now.'
'fair point, but-'
'and i happen to think you look really cute in your leg warmers,' jaebum coos (HOW THE???), shifting closer to jinyoung.
'you know they're all going to talk about it on monday, about the unitard and the video-'
'there was a video-' jinyoung shoots the most vicious of glares in jaebum's direction, so he quickly changes his tune. 'i think the the school will be more abuzz with how lame jackson's screen name is... and also junsu's mom. i'm just saying-'
'even youngjae had something to say about it, jaebum. youngjae.'
'he was probably just excited to have a potential partner for his zumba classes-'
'CHOI YOUNGJAE.'
when jaebum simply blinks in response, jinyoung goes straight into a sulk that not even ice cream or gross amounts of aegyo seem to shake.
'come on, i mean it's not like youngjae's that-'
'he takes hip hop abs, jaebum,' jinyoung huffs, voice hitching ever so slightly as jaebum slips down onto the floor and inserts himself between his knees. 'i'm the guy who does aerobics to 80s music and youngjae does hiphop abs.'
it takes almost all jaebum has not to laugh, his lungs feel like balloons about to pop.
'jinyoung-ah, you talk to much,' jaebum smirks, fingers toying with the buckle of his belt as he leans in as presses his lips against the corner of jinyoung's mouth.
'hip hop abs-'
'shut up and kiss me,' jaebum laughs, peppering jinyoung's entire face with needy butterfly kisses. 'come on~'
jinyoung hesitates in silence, until it's too late and the door is swinging open and jaebum is practically flickflacking into the television cabinet.
'i'm home,' wooyoung bellows, keys jingling and bag falling to the ground with a thump. 'where's my dancing queen~?'
'kill me.' jinyoung sighs.
(jaebum's right of course, come monday junsu's mom is definitely the talk of the school (provided you ignored jackson's life sized cutout of jinyoung in all his glory))
3. sunggyu (infinite)/yoona (snsd): strange apparition - beck
silence echoes and resonates beneath sunggyu's skin, only to be broken by the barrage of heavy footsteps on the stairs; the sound hits him like waves of nausea.
he knows it's yoona, hears her quiet mumbling to herself as she struggles with his door and then she's collapsing down next to him and she smells like thunderstorms.
'guess who won the lottery?' she asks, voice mostly muffled by the scarf wrapped around her face. she turns, hair flying haphazardly only to fall almost completely silent.
'sunggyu, are you okay?' yoona's reaching out and pressing the palm of her hand to his forehead. 'juhyun! youngsaeng! anyone!'
sunggyu laughs in response, because yoona's shaking fingers on his skin feel like sand falling away through an hour glass and he's almost certain they're the only two souls in the world at this moment.
'oh god, sunggyu what the hell did you take?!' yoona's spilling the contents of her bag out all over his bedroom floor, and even though it's just falling stardust sunggyu feels it reverberates through his bones.
yoona's voice eventually fades into nothing but a messy crescendo.
--
they're nineteen, or at least bordering on nineteen so when sunggyu finds himself in a hospital gown he thanks all the gods that yoona is his emergency contact; at least he does until he sees her face.
'you're a fucking dumb ass, you know.' yoona's settled beside him, fingers locked with his.
'what happened?' sunggyu asks, almost croaks.
'ask your doctor, you god damn asshole.' yoona's voice is decidedly stern, mostly hard but sunggyu can hear the almost inaudible claps almost as loudly as the pulse of self loathing that shoots through him.
yoona is asked to leave the room when kyuhyun's aunt walks in, the medical jargon she spins is a blur because her presence says it all. he's staring past her now, staring at woohyun through the glass seperation and the way he's wrapping his coat around yoona and pulling her close, unset hands shaking as he smooths down her hair.
'am i dying?' sunggyu interrupts, and doctor kim shakes her head.
'can i go home?' she shakes her head.
'have you contacted my parents?' time seems to stand still as sunggyu waits, but finally she shakes her head from side to side.
'can i please see my friends?'
--
woohyun doesn't come in for a while, can't seem to pass the glass wall between them without being overwhelmed with emotions but yoona's cuddled up beside him and she's eating his jelly and that's enough for now.
'your heart is a serious dick,' yoona grumbles, pausing in her jelly devouring to dab water on sunggyu's lips. 'seriously, almost as bad as its owner.'