round 03, challenge seven: drabble four
Title: Not so forgotten dreams.
Fandom and Pairing: DBSK/Super Junior: Hyuksu
Rating: pg
Word Count: 497
Summary: Junsu just knows how to live, chasing his dreams while Hyukjae bows out from cowardice. (other prompt here.)
Warnings: n/a
He sits on one of the benches and locks his fingers together, staring down at polished loafers and pressed suit pants. An announcement echoes around him, listing the stops to the centre and heart of Seoul, where the biggest and the best reside, and his heart twists just the slightest bit.
Silently, he gets on the train along with countless other people, dressed in suits and heels, hair pinned back and fingers tapping against laptop bags, but he feels empty.
Another train ride creeps into his memory, one filled with excitement and anticipation with barely subdued dance moves and loud bass thumping down into his bone. He remembers the nervousness of getting off the train in a foreign part of the city, clutching the hand of a best friend who had laughed and shook him off.
"You're not going to get lost in a city you live in Hyukjae, god."
Hyukjae had smiled pitifully, still following Junsu closely as they crossed roads and streets to their destination where posters announced how close they were to their dreams, where anything could be possible.
Sometimes Hyukjae wishes he could stop the memory there, but there’s more than a train ride to go; there’s a whole day of filing away claims and talking with other insurance companies about who was at fault. There’s a day of wasted dreams to tuck away, and he fingers the mobile phone in his pocket delicately as the train sways and the silent press of bodies on the train sway with it.
Gingerly, pressing keys almost religiously, he sends off a polite text so full of niceties and proper punctuation and grammar that he has to swallow a few times. A few minutes later, the phone beeps in his hand.
He pauses, finger hovering above the send button before he closes his eyes and presses it. Then waits, a hand fisted around his phone and the other on the edge of his coat with his heart in his throat and heart pounding.
It shouldn’t hurt, but he tucks his phone away anyway.
Fandom and Pairing: DBSK/Super Junior: Hyuksu
Rating: pg
Word Count: 497
Summary: Junsu just knows how to live, chasing his dreams while Hyukjae bows out from cowardice. (other prompt here.)
Warnings: n/a
He sits on one of the benches and locks his fingers together, staring down at polished loafers and pressed suit pants. An announcement echoes around him, listing the stops to the centre and heart of Seoul, where the biggest and the best reside, and his heart twists just the slightest bit.
Silently, he gets on the train along with countless other people, dressed in suits and heels, hair pinned back and fingers tapping against laptop bags, but he feels empty.
Another train ride creeps into his memory, one filled with excitement and anticipation with barely subdued dance moves and loud bass thumping down into his bone. He remembers the nervousness of getting off the train in a foreign part of the city, clutching the hand of a best friend who had laughed and shook him off.
"You're not going to get lost in a city you live in Hyukjae, god."
Hyukjae had smiled pitifully, still following Junsu closely as they crossed roads and streets to their destination where posters announced how close they were to their dreams, where anything could be possible.
Sometimes Hyukjae wishes he could stop the memory there, but there’s more than a train ride to go; there’s a whole day of filing away claims and talking with other insurance companies about who was at fault. There’s a day of wasted dreams to tuck away, and he fingers the mobile phone in his pocket delicately as the train sways and the silent press of bodies on the train sway with it.
Gingerly, pressing keys almost religiously, he sends off a polite text so full of niceties and proper punctuation and grammar that he has to swallow a few times. A few minutes later, the phone beeps in his hand.
- would u like me to take that stick out of ur ass? :) i’m fine tho, how’re u?
- i’m good tho u look like ur having too much fun in japan with ur ‘fanservice’. its ok Junsu, u can tell me if ur gay.
He pauses, finger hovering above the send button before he closes his eyes and presses it. Then waits, a hand fisted around his phone and the other on the edge of his coat with his heart in his throat and heart pounding.
- gay? um, ew, like I would ever be a fag, please. hey hey, i’m coming back to seoul on Sunday, wanna hang out? :D
It shouldn’t hurt, but he tucks his phone away anyway.