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writetomyheart2014-10-10 11:46 pm
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[Team 1] eternal morning; eternal mourning
I'm sorry this is terribly unfinished, even as a drabble >_> but it was either stop here or yammer on forever and take up even longer over time than I have already orz. Also, warnings for being TOO SOON. Also also this attempts to exist in the same AU as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goodbyelover's thing the turn before mine. Title cribbed from Tablo.
'Back into orbit we go,' Jongin thinks as he watches the others go, one by one, stepping up into the black dark of the galaxy and launching themselves back into the individual rhythms of their orbits.
There's Joonmyun with his steely professional calm and his steadiness. Yixing who draws strength from deep wells of love and healing that exist inside himself. Jongdae who is so obstinate about remaining cheerful. Others, more shaky in their steps yet determined to keep going. Tao and Chanyeol, who move so differently and yet are learning to support each other. Sehun, who trails after them, driven by his youth and yearning.
There's a small push on his back, surprising Jongin out of his thoughts and reminding him that it's his turn to step out next.
Jongin gasps when he realizes who it is, even though he's not surprised. It's Minseok standing behind him, always the reliable hyung, there to bring up the rear and pick up any of the stragglers.
"Go on," Minseok urges him, nodding with his chin towards the stream of light and life the others have left in their wake. "You're up."
A step forward, obedience out of habit, and then Jongin stops again and turns around. "Hyung..."
"I'll be alright," Minseok says, smiling at him with weary, red-rimmed eyes.
There's no truth in those words, only dumb and blind conviction that things must be alright. Jongin knows it, knows how not alright Minseok really is, can sense it in Minseok's heavy exhales and weak touch, but he doesn't know what to do to make it better.
He's always been too young, too selfish. Too focused on carving his own path, and shining as brightly as he could in order to compete with Luhan's brilliance, that he'd missed some of the most important cues.
Like now, Jongin has no idea how to reach out to Minseok.
He wants to. He aches with the need to touch Minseok, to crush the smaller being to himself or else to brush against the back of Minseok's hand with the merest brush of his fingertips.
But Minseok is curled in on himself -- not overtly, but his hands are fisted and his arms are crossed and there's a shuttered look on his face that they've all learned to recognize and leave alone. No one could ever reach Minseok when he got like this except Luhan, and Luhan is beyond all of their reach now.
"I'll be alright," Minseok says again. "Don't worry about me," he adds, "I'm stronger than I look."
goodbyelover's thing the turn before mine. Title cribbed from Tablo.'Back into orbit we go,' Jongin thinks as he watches the others go, one by one, stepping up into the black dark of the galaxy and launching themselves back into the individual rhythms of their orbits.
There's Joonmyun with his steely professional calm and his steadiness. Yixing who draws strength from deep wells of love and healing that exist inside himself. Jongdae who is so obstinate about remaining cheerful. Others, more shaky in their steps yet determined to keep going. Tao and Chanyeol, who move so differently and yet are learning to support each other. Sehun, who trails after them, driven by his youth and yearning.
There's a small push on his back, surprising Jongin out of his thoughts and reminding him that it's his turn to step out next.
Jongin gasps when he realizes who it is, even though he's not surprised. It's Minseok standing behind him, always the reliable hyung, there to bring up the rear and pick up any of the stragglers.
"Go on," Minseok urges him, nodding with his chin towards the stream of light and life the others have left in their wake. "You're up."
A step forward, obedience out of habit, and then Jongin stops again and turns around. "Hyung..."
"I'll be alright," Minseok says, smiling at him with weary, red-rimmed eyes.
There's no truth in those words, only dumb and blind conviction that things must be alright. Jongin knows it, knows how not alright Minseok really is, can sense it in Minseok's heavy exhales and weak touch, but he doesn't know what to do to make it better.
He's always been too young, too selfish. Too focused on carving his own path, and shining as brightly as he could in order to compete with Luhan's brilliance, that he'd missed some of the most important cues.
Like now, Jongin has no idea how to reach out to Minseok.
He wants to. He aches with the need to touch Minseok, to crush the smaller being to himself or else to brush against the back of Minseok's hand with the merest brush of his fingertips.
But Minseok is curled in on himself -- not overtly, but his hands are fisted and his arms are crossed and there's a shuttered look on his face that they've all learned to recognize and leave alone. No one could ever reach Minseok when he got like this except Luhan, and Luhan is beyond all of their reach now.
"I'll be alright," Minseok says again. "Don't worry about me," he adds, "I'm stronger than I look."
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