drabbles: changkyu & hanchul
I wrote some drabbles on tumblr for some friends so I figured I'd share them here with you guys, too. It's not like I'm really writing at all these days. So here's a little something. =]
Glitter & Ice; 390w; PG; Friendship/Love/idek
He doesn’t remember when the kiss stops and when he breathes again.
Cho Kyuhyun sits on the cold, empty stage. His legs dangle over the side and he's elevated to such a height that, if he were to lean too far over, he'd suffer a major injury from the fall. It's dark, save from the few lights that flicker high above him. He kicks up a pile of glitter dust and watches as it snakes around his ankles. His eyes linger for a second before he kicks the dust away and watches as the glitter particles scatter into the dark.
Kyuhyun lays back, legs still dangling over the stage, and looks up into the stream of light that sparkles above him. He tries to count the pieces of glitter that float in the light, but he loses count around sixty two. He hears footsteps enter the stage, but closes his eyes in response.
Kyuhyun breathes in and out, chest rises and falls, and he knows someone has settled next to him. His side feels colder than it did a few seconds ago.
“Kyuhyun,” he hears someone say, but the voice sounds tight and like something is stuck in the speaker's throat. Kyuhyun smiles when he hears his company clear their throat. “Are you okay?”
The singer simply sighs, says nothing.
“Are you feeling sick?” By this time Kyuhyun has figured out who has joined him. The voice is too familiar.
Kyuhyun squirms when he feels long, cold fingers on his forehead. He huffs and opens his eyes. Changmin's blurry figure comes into focus as Kyuhyun's eyes study him.
“I'm fine,” Kyuhyun insists.
“You feel kind of warm,” Changmin says.
“You're just obnoxiously cold,” Kyuhyun says with a devilish grin.
Changmin rolls his eyes and slides his hand away from Kyuhyun's forehead.
Kyuhyun watches his best friend glow in the strips of glitter light, and the urge to do something he's been aching to do washes over him. He sits up, watches Changmin readjust himself, and very clumsily leans in to kiss the other singer. It's awkward and stupid and out of place; Changmin resists at first, but gives in when Kyuhyun's fingers tangle in his hair.
Kyuhyun pushes Changmin's frigid skin down to the floor of the stage, imprinting swirls of glitter on his back.
He doesn't remember when the kiss stops and when he breathes again.
I never gave this next one a title, but I'll think of one real fast. This one also had a prompt but I can't remember it now. x__x
Dreamscape; 300w; PG; Angst
"What if we treated everyone we cared about a little better?"
“What if we treated everyone we cared about a little better?” Heechul asks after emptying his bottle of water. Leeteuk sits at the table across from him and just stares. The leader crosses his arms over his chest in a concerned manner before leaning back in his chair.
Heechul swallows the dry lump in his throat.
Leeteuk says something Heechul doesn't remember.
It's cold when Heechul opens his tired eyes. Something sticks to his skin before he realizes that's he's laying on a sheet of ice. He sits up on his knees, strands of black hair falling before his eyes.
He's caught in a blizzard - alone. Something cold and alarming stirs deep in his conscious; regret, emptiness, loneliness. His stomach knots and twists and it hurts, he cradles himself before falling over to lay on his back.
The snow swirls in soft patches above him and it hurts to think how pure and clean it is. It moves quickly and freely before him, falling on his fingers and face. Drops of innocence pile onto his skin before he feels the arctic attack his lungs, and he chokes as he gasps for breath; caught between surprise and desperation.
Heechul struggles, eyes watering and looks into dark sky hoping to find some kind of distraction.
Suddenly everything stops, the tight grasp on his lungs, the stinging of the cold, the aching loneliness in the pit of his stomach. His eyes glaze over as the face of someone he once loved with everything he had hovers above him.
Heechul swallows hard as the face becomes clearer, and sits up so fast that the white surrounding blurs and becomes a smudge of his cold existence. The singer blinks and calls into the storm, “Hankyung?”
But no one's there.
And Heechul wakes up.
Glitter & Ice; 390w; PG; Friendship/Love/idek
He doesn’t remember when the kiss stops and when he breathes again.
Cho Kyuhyun sits on the cold, empty stage. His legs dangle over the side and he's elevated to such a height that, if he were to lean too far over, he'd suffer a major injury from the fall. It's dark, save from the few lights that flicker high above him. He kicks up a pile of glitter dust and watches as it snakes around his ankles. His eyes linger for a second before he kicks the dust away and watches as the glitter particles scatter into the dark.
Kyuhyun lays back, legs still dangling over the stage, and looks up into the stream of light that sparkles above him. He tries to count the pieces of glitter that float in the light, but he loses count around sixty two. He hears footsteps enter the stage, but closes his eyes in response.
Kyuhyun breathes in and out, chest rises and falls, and he knows someone has settled next to him. His side feels colder than it did a few seconds ago.
“Kyuhyun,” he hears someone say, but the voice sounds tight and like something is stuck in the speaker's throat. Kyuhyun smiles when he hears his company clear their throat. “Are you okay?”
The singer simply sighs, says nothing.
“Are you feeling sick?” By this time Kyuhyun has figured out who has joined him. The voice is too familiar.
Kyuhyun squirms when he feels long, cold fingers on his forehead. He huffs and opens his eyes. Changmin's blurry figure comes into focus as Kyuhyun's eyes study him.
“I'm fine,” Kyuhyun insists.
“You feel kind of warm,” Changmin says.
“You're just obnoxiously cold,” Kyuhyun says with a devilish grin.
Changmin rolls his eyes and slides his hand away from Kyuhyun's forehead.
Kyuhyun watches his best friend glow in the strips of glitter light, and the urge to do something he's been aching to do washes over him. He sits up, watches Changmin readjust himself, and very clumsily leans in to kiss the other singer. It's awkward and stupid and out of place; Changmin resists at first, but gives in when Kyuhyun's fingers tangle in his hair.
Kyuhyun pushes Changmin's frigid skin down to the floor of the stage, imprinting swirls of glitter on his back.
He doesn't remember when the kiss stops and when he breathes again.
I never gave this next one a title, but I'll think of one real fast. This one also had a prompt but I can't remember it now. x__x
Dreamscape; 300w; PG; Angst
"What if we treated everyone we cared about a little better?"
“What if we treated everyone we cared about a little better?” Heechul asks after emptying his bottle of water. Leeteuk sits at the table across from him and just stares. The leader crosses his arms over his chest in a concerned manner before leaning back in his chair.
Heechul swallows the dry lump in his throat.
Leeteuk says something Heechul doesn't remember.
It's cold when Heechul opens his tired eyes. Something sticks to his skin before he realizes that's he's laying on a sheet of ice. He sits up on his knees, strands of black hair falling before his eyes.
He's caught in a blizzard - alone. Something cold and alarming stirs deep in his conscious; regret, emptiness, loneliness. His stomach knots and twists and it hurts, he cradles himself before falling over to lay on his back.
The snow swirls in soft patches above him and it hurts to think how pure and clean it is. It moves quickly and freely before him, falling on his fingers and face. Drops of innocence pile onto his skin before he feels the arctic attack his lungs, and he chokes as he gasps for breath; caught between surprise and desperation.
Heechul struggles, eyes watering and looks into dark sky hoping to find some kind of distraction.
Suddenly everything stops, the tight grasp on his lungs, the stinging of the cold, the aching loneliness in the pit of his stomach. His eyes glaze over as the face of someone he once loved with everything he had hovers above him.
Heechul swallows hard as the face becomes clearer, and sits up so fast that the white surrounding blurs and becomes a smudge of his cold existence. The singer blinks and calls into the storm, “Hankyung?”
But no one's there.
And Heechul wakes up.