we'll watch the world.
we'll watch the world
taeil/jihoon ; pg ; 564w
They stare at the sky and see snowflakes falling down, sticking to their hair and faces. In the movies this would be perfect.
an: this is not the first block b fic that I've written, but it is the first one I'm posting. as usual - locked within a week.
as long as I'm with you
there's nothing that we can do now
I'm convinced, oh, that you're right
you're right where you belong,
beside me, to remind me
anberlin / uncanny
They step out onto the balcony of their dorm, to watch and stand in the snow together, their toes freezing while their noses and ears turn numb because of the cold. But then Jihoon's hand is finding its way into his and Taeil is not going to ruin this moment by complaining about being cold and running back inside for shoes and coats. In a way he knew this was going to happen, he knew because he had initiated some of those too-long hugs, he participated in the over the top skinship with his only excuse being fanservice. It doesn't explain why all of it happened behind the scenes, without fans, just the two of them, Jihoon slipping in his bed at night. They've run out of excuses a long time ago, so really, it was bound to happen.
“I think I'm in love,” Jihoon whispers and Taeil doesn't know if he shivers because it's cold or because of Jihoon's husky voice. They stare at the sky and see snowflakes falling down, sticking to their hair and faces. In the movies this would be perfect, it's romantic and special, except this is not a movie but real life, thus it's awkward and Taeil only feels worried and scared.
Taeil doesn't know what to do or say, because this is Jihoon standing next to him, the maknae who did everything he could to join the band, the little kid with the deep voice, the noona-killer who was forced to grow up fast, not having the time to experience being a teenager.
“I think I'm in love too,” he replies, squeezing Jihoon's hand a little tighter, a small smile appearing on his face. “I think I'm in love with you.”
Jihoon turns his head and looks Taeil in the eyes. Taeil wonders what Jihoon sees. He'll probably see a boy, who looks confident and happy, but Taeil wonders if he Jihoon will know what's underneath that mask. He wonders if Jihoon will know about all the worrying, the feeling of always being tired, the hope, the sadness.
Fingers trail his face and he leans into the touch. Jihoon knows, because the same mask is firmly placed on his face, hiding his inner turmoil from the world. They're a messed up bunch, not just Jihoon and Taeil, but Kyung, Yukwon, Minhyuk, Zico and Jaehyo as well. They're all kids who had to grow up too fast, trying to live their dream.
“As long as it's you...it will be alright,” Taeil says. And Jihoon leans that little bit more closer, their breath mixing into the cold air between them, Taeil's fingertips digging hard into the back of Jihoon's hand. Their breathing gets irregular, too fast and too slow at the same time. Taeil licks his lips and Jihoon feels his heart do somersaults inside his chest.
An alarm beeps inside, followed by groans and growls. A soft thump and the beeping stops. Groggy voices and the opening of doors indicates the beginning of a new day.
Jihoon takes a small step back, his numb toes protesting when he moves them, the bottom of his pajama pants clinging to his feet. Taeil moves with him, his nose bumping into Jihoon's shoulder. “Just a little longer.”
“Okay,” Jihoon says, slowly wrapping his arms around the older boy. “But when somebody asks: it's your fault we got sick.”
Taeil laughs. “Yeah. Alright.”
taeil/jihoon ; pg ; 564w
They stare at the sky and see snowflakes falling down, sticking to their hair and faces. In the movies this would be perfect.
an: this is not the first block b fic that I've written, but it is the first one I'm posting. as usual - locked within a week.
as long as I'm with you
there's nothing that we can do now
I'm convinced, oh, that you're right
you're right where you belong,
beside me, to remind me
anberlin / uncanny
They step out onto the balcony of their dorm, to watch and stand in the snow together, their toes freezing while their noses and ears turn numb because of the cold. But then Jihoon's hand is finding its way into his and Taeil is not going to ruin this moment by complaining about being cold and running back inside for shoes and coats. In a way he knew this was going to happen, he knew because he had initiated some of those too-long hugs, he participated in the over the top skinship with his only excuse being fanservice. It doesn't explain why all of it happened behind the scenes, without fans, just the two of them, Jihoon slipping in his bed at night. They've run out of excuses a long time ago, so really, it was bound to happen.
“I think I'm in love,” Jihoon whispers and Taeil doesn't know if he shivers because it's cold or because of Jihoon's husky voice. They stare at the sky and see snowflakes falling down, sticking to their hair and faces. In the movies this would be perfect, it's romantic and special, except this is not a movie but real life, thus it's awkward and Taeil only feels worried and scared.
Taeil doesn't know what to do or say, because this is Jihoon standing next to him, the maknae who did everything he could to join the band, the little kid with the deep voice, the noona-killer who was forced to grow up fast, not having the time to experience being a teenager.
“I think I'm in love too,” he replies, squeezing Jihoon's hand a little tighter, a small smile appearing on his face. “I think I'm in love with you.”
Jihoon turns his head and looks Taeil in the eyes. Taeil wonders what Jihoon sees. He'll probably see a boy, who looks confident and happy, but Taeil wonders if he Jihoon will know what's underneath that mask. He wonders if Jihoon will know about all the worrying, the feeling of always being tired, the hope, the sadness.
Fingers trail his face and he leans into the touch. Jihoon knows, because the same mask is firmly placed on his face, hiding his inner turmoil from the world. They're a messed up bunch, not just Jihoon and Taeil, but Kyung, Yukwon, Minhyuk, Zico and Jaehyo as well. They're all kids who had to grow up too fast, trying to live their dream.
“As long as it's you...it will be alright,” Taeil says. And Jihoon leans that little bit more closer, their breath mixing into the cold air between them, Taeil's fingertips digging hard into the back of Jihoon's hand. Their breathing gets irregular, too fast and too slow at the same time. Taeil licks his lips and Jihoon feels his heart do somersaults inside his chest.
An alarm beeps inside, followed by groans and growls. A soft thump and the beeping stops. Groggy voices and the opening of doors indicates the beginning of a new day.
Jihoon takes a small step back, his numb toes protesting when he moves them, the bottom of his pajama pants clinging to his feet. Taeil moves with him, his nose bumping into Jihoon's shoulder. “Just a little longer.”
“Okay,” Jihoon says, slowly wrapping his arms around the older boy. “But when somebody asks: it's your fault we got sick.”
Taeil laughs. “Yeah. Alright.”