30 day short fic challenge: 11. Power - Jongkook
Title: 11. Power - Jongkook
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: Jongkook/Sejoon
Word count: 428
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
Jongkook can feel the power in his fingers, begging for him to release it. He tries to ignore it, to forget the way it feels to let all the power go. He cannot, even if he wanted to. He looks around the classroom when he should be paying attention to his professor, but no one notices. When classes is over, he escapes outside, standing a little bit away from the steps where his fellow university classmates stand, chatting to each other or into their phones.
There's a wall, just to the side of the stars, and this is where Jongkook sits. He digs the fingers of his left hand into the dirt, trying to pretend it doesn't hurt, keeping all the power locked up inside him. He stares off in the distance, at nothing. His therapist, the government-mandated one, suggested that he try meditation and he goes over the breathing exercises. But it doesn't help, nothing helps, not really.
And then he feels fingers against hist wrist. Two fingers against the pressure point on the inside of his wrist. He turns his head and he remembers that no, there is something that helps. Someone. Sejoon smiles at him, the awkward smile that gradually relaxes into something finds endless comfort in. The way Sejoon's smile reaches his eyes, it soothes Jongkook. But it's Sejoon's fingers that do the work, siphoning off the power until Jongkook realizes how tired he's become.
"Hey." Sejoon says softly, his voice only audible to Jongkook under the hum of life around him.
Jongkook knows how lucky he is. "Hey."
Sejoon gently frees Jongkook's hand from the soil. He brushes the dirt away and then tugs at Jongkook, who goes easily, willingly. He slides off the wall, entwining his fingers with Sejoon's. They leave campus that way. Sometimes Jongkook remembers what it was like before magic, before people could manipulate the invisible particles around them. Before there were more pressing issues and he and Sejoon had to hide their relationship.
He hates all the power that flows through him, but he would never trade it, not in a million years. He cannot give up Sejoon and the right to walk down the street, holding his hand. To not be ashamed of the way that he feels. Around them, people curse the influx of magic, but Jongkook reveals in it, even when he's so drained he cannot get out of bed.
When he looks over at Sejoon, who is watching him, Jongkook knows they feel the same about this, as they do about so many things.
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: Jongkook/Sejoon
Word count: 428
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
Jongkook can feel the power in his fingers, begging for him to release it. He tries to ignore it, to forget the way it feels to let all the power go. He cannot, even if he wanted to. He looks around the classroom when he should be paying attention to his professor, but no one notices. When classes is over, he escapes outside, standing a little bit away from the steps where his fellow university classmates stand, chatting to each other or into their phones.
There's a wall, just to the side of the stars, and this is where Jongkook sits. He digs the fingers of his left hand into the dirt, trying to pretend it doesn't hurt, keeping all the power locked up inside him. He stares off in the distance, at nothing. His therapist, the government-mandated one, suggested that he try meditation and he goes over the breathing exercises. But it doesn't help, nothing helps, not really.
And then he feels fingers against hist wrist. Two fingers against the pressure point on the inside of his wrist. He turns his head and he remembers that no, there is something that helps. Someone. Sejoon smiles at him, the awkward smile that gradually relaxes into something finds endless comfort in. The way Sejoon's smile reaches his eyes, it soothes Jongkook. But it's Sejoon's fingers that do the work, siphoning off the power until Jongkook realizes how tired he's become.
"Hey." Sejoon says softly, his voice only audible to Jongkook under the hum of life around him.
Jongkook knows how lucky he is. "Hey."
Sejoon gently frees Jongkook's hand from the soil. He brushes the dirt away and then tugs at Jongkook, who goes easily, willingly. He slides off the wall, entwining his fingers with Sejoon's. They leave campus that way. Sometimes Jongkook remembers what it was like before magic, before people could manipulate the invisible particles around them. Before there were more pressing issues and he and Sejoon had to hide their relationship.
He hates all the power that flows through him, but he would never trade it, not in a million years. He cannot give up Sejoon and the right to walk down the street, holding his hand. To not be ashamed of the way that he feels. Around them, people curse the influx of magic, but Jongkook reveals in it, even when he's so drained he cannot get out of bed.
When he looks over at Sejoon, who is watching him, Jongkook knows they feel the same about this, as they do about so many things.