[drabble] 100. regrets, 1/1
100. regrets
hangeng-centric | angst/friendship | pg
i’ve heard that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we have to learn. and we’re led to those who help us most to grow-but only if we let them.
challenge masterlist.
Hangeng opens his eyes and looks around the stage. Perspiration is dotting his forehead, the lights on him blaring and hot, the cheers deafening.
Jungsu says a few words before the last song begins to play, and they’re off again. The more intense routines have been over for a long time-now they’re just singing and having fun with the fans. This is his favorite part. He sees Donghee kneeling down and waving to the fans, and Siwon peeling his shirt off-everyone is sweaty and panting but the exhaustion doesn’t even begin to show on their faces. Hangeng knows that most of them didn’t get more than three hours of sleep the night before-but it’s amazing how performing for a sea of sapphire blue can give them strength.
He spots a Chinese fan board in the crowd, and he jogs over to the edge of the stage, waving. Someone throws a stuffed dragon at him, and he laughs, catching it, before finding Sungmin and tormenting him with it.
Kyuhyun is taking a million pictures with a fan’s cell phone, and Jungsu and Youngwoon are jumping all over each other. Jongwoon’s voice cracks during his line and the camera catches Kibum’s grinning face on the big screen before it switches to Zhou Mi’s face for his line.
Hangeng has to pause to sing his line, and Sungmin bonks him over the head with the stuffed dragon before scurrying off. When the microphone leaves his lips, he stares out at the darkness-but it’s not darkness, really, when there are blue light sticks everywhere. This is his favorite concert so far and he can’t exactly pinpoint why. He takes off again when Ryeowook sings, walking across the stage and avoiding Heechul who leans forward with every intention to land a fat kiss on his cheek.
This is home, he thinks. This is everything he has worked for, and for once, finally, it’s worth it.
Hyukjae misses his line because Donghae stole his microphone from him, and they’re currently chasing each other around the stage. Hangeng doesn’t pull away this time when Heechul drapes himself over his shoulders because he knows the fans like it-and they certainly do, if the screams that erupt right afterwards are any indication. He leans back into Heechul’s touch, trying to imprint in his mind exactly what it feels like be in his arms.
The next song ends, and Hyukjae screams some conglomerated English into his microphone, after having snatched it back from Donghae. It’s impossible to hear anything, really, but Hangeng does recognize Henry’s voice as he speaks actual English as all of the members line up in a row to say their thanks and goodbyes, each of them with a towel around their neck and a bottle of water in their hands.
Looking down the row, Hangeng finally realizes why everything about this feels so right.
All fifteen members are on stage.
He opens his eyes, for real this time.
It’s quiet and dark, but the echoes of the screams are still echoing in Hangeng’s ears. His feet are cold but his forehead is hot and he can’t remember quite exactly what he was dreaming, but it must have been sad-it must’ve been something incredibly sad, because he realizes as he blinks and sits up, that his cheeks are stained with tears. And they just keep on coming.
- i was listening to a devilishly sad wicked soundtrack and whoops this happened
- also, someone teach me how to write long fics again please ;______;
- again, not proofread because i’m glad that i got anything out please let me write long fics again what has university done to me
hangeng-centric | angst/friendship | pg
i’ve heard that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we have to learn. and we’re led to those who help us most to grow-but only if we let them.
challenge masterlist.
Hangeng opens his eyes and looks around the stage. Perspiration is dotting his forehead, the lights on him blaring and hot, the cheers deafening.
Jungsu says a few words before the last song begins to play, and they’re off again. The more intense routines have been over for a long time-now they’re just singing and having fun with the fans. This is his favorite part. He sees Donghee kneeling down and waving to the fans, and Siwon peeling his shirt off-everyone is sweaty and panting but the exhaustion doesn’t even begin to show on their faces. Hangeng knows that most of them didn’t get more than three hours of sleep the night before-but it’s amazing how performing for a sea of sapphire blue can give them strength.
He spots a Chinese fan board in the crowd, and he jogs over to the edge of the stage, waving. Someone throws a stuffed dragon at him, and he laughs, catching it, before finding Sungmin and tormenting him with it.
Kyuhyun is taking a million pictures with a fan’s cell phone, and Jungsu and Youngwoon are jumping all over each other. Jongwoon’s voice cracks during his line and the camera catches Kibum’s grinning face on the big screen before it switches to Zhou Mi’s face for his line.
Hangeng has to pause to sing his line, and Sungmin bonks him over the head with the stuffed dragon before scurrying off. When the microphone leaves his lips, he stares out at the darkness-but it’s not darkness, really, when there are blue light sticks everywhere. This is his favorite concert so far and he can’t exactly pinpoint why. He takes off again when Ryeowook sings, walking across the stage and avoiding Heechul who leans forward with every intention to land a fat kiss on his cheek.
This is home, he thinks. This is everything he has worked for, and for once, finally, it’s worth it.
Hyukjae misses his line because Donghae stole his microphone from him, and they’re currently chasing each other around the stage. Hangeng doesn’t pull away this time when Heechul drapes himself over his shoulders because he knows the fans like it-and they certainly do, if the screams that erupt right afterwards are any indication. He leans back into Heechul’s touch, trying to imprint in his mind exactly what it feels like be in his arms.
The next song ends, and Hyukjae screams some conglomerated English into his microphone, after having snatched it back from Donghae. It’s impossible to hear anything, really, but Hangeng does recognize Henry’s voice as he speaks actual English as all of the members line up in a row to say their thanks and goodbyes, each of them with a towel around their neck and a bottle of water in their hands.
Looking down the row, Hangeng finally realizes why everything about this feels so right.
All fifteen members are on stage.
He opens his eyes, for real this time.
It’s quiet and dark, but the echoes of the screams are still echoing in Hangeng’s ears. His feet are cold but his forehead is hot and he can’t remember quite exactly what he was dreaming, but it must have been sad-it must’ve been something incredibly sad, because he realizes as he blinks and sits up, that his cheeks are stained with tears. And they just keep on coming.
- i was listening to a devilishly sad wicked soundtrack and whoops this happened
- also, someone teach me how to write long fics again please ;______;
- again, not proofread because i’m glad that i got anything out please let me write long fics again what has university done to me