[SJ]Liar, liar, liar
Title: Liar, liar, liar
Author: labymiro @winters18
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: KangTeuk
Disclaimer: I’m deprived of a lot of things and that includes SJ.
Summary: He had made a promise. He broke it at the worst timing. Inspired by the conversation between KangTeuk in the 2nd half of Episode 4 Super Adonis Camp.
Warning: Drabble.
A/N:
I don't know how I had missed this conversation all the times I had watched the series ;;; There's another line I want to write on but not sure how... hmm. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Please comment!
:::::Liar, liar, liar by labymiro:::::
The sky turns jet black, the lonely streetlamps burn in warm orange, and looking out of the window, Kangin half expects another snowstorm. His room is darker than the empty street, the computer monitor on the other side of the room the only source of light. The cozy warmth of his room is foreign to his clogged up heart and he shivers a little.
The silence is abruptly shattered with the voice of Eeteuk singing to 걸어서 하늘까지. It’s the one he sang in SuKiRa recently, littered with Eunhyuk’s and the fans’ laughter. It had been difficult, ringing Ryewook after weeks of no contact and asking for the customized ringtone, but listening to the impulsive performance now, he is sure it was worth the effort.
The broken smile that barely touched his lips trembles when he sees the caller’s ID. The only-one-in-the-world ringtone continues a few seconds longer and Kangin swallows a sigh before picking up the call.
Silence creeps back in. The room, the street, the phone; emptiness rings in his ear. His eyes fixed on the glowing lamp outside, Kangin stays quiet.
-…You said you’d always be by my side and protect me.-
Kangin feels a lump growing in his throat at the exhausted voice flitting in from the other side. He wonders if Donghae is in the room. Unlikely. His angel sounds too full of weakness for the members to be around.
-We’re leaving for Taipei tomorrow.-
Kangin knows. And he knows that Eeteuk is not saying it to remind him. It’s a mere statement. His lips press tightly into a thin line, barricading a shaky sigh in.
-I’m going to cry. AGAIN.-
Yes, Kangin think. Or perhaps, Eeteuk is crying even now. The room he shares with Donghae wrapped in bleak darkness just like his, the flat too high for the orange glows on the ground to reach, maybe he’s crouched on the white bed, head leaned back and eyes shut.
For Eeteuk, 12th floor must be as cold as he feels inside right now.
-I hate you, you lying raccoon.-
The line goes dead quicker than he can blink. The phone reverts to standby mode and on the screen is him and Eeteuk, cheek to cheek in the waiting room during their Sorry Sorry days, one of the last few pictures that have not leaked out to the internet yet. Slowly, he presses his lips against Eeteuk’s still and smiling ones, imagining the plumpness warming him up.
Suddenly, the phone springs back to life, startling him. It’s a text message. It’s short and simple but it’s enough to make him rush out into the icy night, a cap pressed low, even as he recalls the manager telling him not to turn up at the dorm. He knows he will get into trouble again, the manager will still be up, preparing for tomorrow, but he still hails a cab and cites off the dorm’s address, because the closest he can do to his broken promise is returning the words face to face, holding the tired leader in his arms.
[I lied. I love you.]
Author: labymiro @winters18
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: KangTeuk
Disclaimer: I’m deprived of a lot of things and that includes SJ.
Summary: He had made a promise. He broke it at the worst timing. Inspired by the conversation between KangTeuk in the 2nd half of Episode 4 Super Adonis Camp.
Warning: Drabble.
A/N:
I don't know how I had missed this conversation all the times I had watched the series ;;; There's another line I want to write on but not sure how... hmm. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Please comment!
:::::Liar, liar, liar by labymiro:::::
The sky turns jet black, the lonely streetlamps burn in warm orange, and looking out of the window, Kangin half expects another snowstorm. His room is darker than the empty street, the computer monitor on the other side of the room the only source of light. The cozy warmth of his room is foreign to his clogged up heart and he shivers a little.
The silence is abruptly shattered with the voice of Eeteuk singing to 걸어서 하늘까지. It’s the one he sang in SuKiRa recently, littered with Eunhyuk’s and the fans’ laughter. It had been difficult, ringing Ryewook after weeks of no contact and asking for the customized ringtone, but listening to the impulsive performance now, he is sure it was worth the effort.
The broken smile that barely touched his lips trembles when he sees the caller’s ID. The only-one-in-the-world ringtone continues a few seconds longer and Kangin swallows a sigh before picking up the call.
Silence creeps back in. The room, the street, the phone; emptiness rings in his ear. His eyes fixed on the glowing lamp outside, Kangin stays quiet.
-…You said you’d always be by my side and protect me.-
Kangin feels a lump growing in his throat at the exhausted voice flitting in from the other side. He wonders if Donghae is in the room. Unlikely. His angel sounds too full of weakness for the members to be around.
-We’re leaving for Taipei tomorrow.-
Kangin knows. And he knows that Eeteuk is not saying it to remind him. It’s a mere statement. His lips press tightly into a thin line, barricading a shaky sigh in.
-I’m going to cry. AGAIN.-
Yes, Kangin think. Or perhaps, Eeteuk is crying even now. The room he shares with Donghae wrapped in bleak darkness just like his, the flat too high for the orange glows on the ground to reach, maybe he’s crouched on the white bed, head leaned back and eyes shut.
For Eeteuk, 12th floor must be as cold as he feels inside right now.
-I hate you, you lying raccoon.-
The line goes dead quicker than he can blink. The phone reverts to standby mode and on the screen is him and Eeteuk, cheek to cheek in the waiting room during their Sorry Sorry days, one of the last few pictures that have not leaked out to the internet yet. Slowly, he presses his lips against Eeteuk’s still and smiling ones, imagining the plumpness warming him up.
Suddenly, the phone springs back to life, startling him. It’s a text message. It’s short and simple but it’s enough to make him rush out into the icy night, a cap pressed low, even as he recalls the manager telling him not to turn up at the dorm. He knows he will get into trouble again, the manager will still be up, preparing for tomorrow, but he still hails a cab and cites off the dorm’s address, because the closest he can do to his broken promise is returning the words face to face, holding the tired leader in his arms.
[I lied. I love you.]