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writetomyheart2015-03-27 12:41 am
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[team one] dead children
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dead children, baekhyun/jongdae, pg, 687 words
They play through the songs without problems – until Chanyeol hoists Baekhyun on top of Kyungsoo in preparation for Overdose. There is a high-pitched scream, a crash, and a whole lot of expletives. Hyunkyun the manager wades through the chaos with a long–suffering sigh to find Baekhyun on all fours with a pool of vomit under his mouth.
Rehearsals can't possibly be cancelled this close to the first day of the concert, so Hyunkyun drives Baekhyun to the hospital to be put on sleeping meds and a drip to get some rest. He takes a moment to stare at the pale boy under the blankets, cheeks sunken and arms thin from too much exertion, and feels an overwhelming surge of protectiveness and frustration. There's not much he can do for Baekhyun other than ask the doctor for another extra day in the hospital for him, and he does just that and makes a few calls to let the upper management, his parents, and finally Junmyeon, know of his condition.
The silence in the room is too much, too heavy, too loud, and he takes one last glance at Baekhyun's sleeping form before pulling himself away.
Jongdae calls a few minutes later, just as he's about to start the car.
"How is he?" he asks without preamble, his voice a little shaky.
"Fine," is all Hyunkyun can give him. He's seen the way the boys are around each other – touches that linger on for too long, even when there aren't the eyes of the media or fans around. There's only so much feigned ignorance he can do before he's forced to pull them away from each other.
Focus on rehearsals, he hears himself say. He sounds annoyed, even to his own ears. It's not what he wants to say, not to an exhausted boy whose – boyfriend, something in him provides – had just collapsed, thrown up and was now being hospitalised. But then again, he doesn't know what to say to Jongdae either.
There's a pause, a small intake of breath. "Sorry, hyung," Jongdae says, and hangs up.
No one can find Jongdae that evening. Sunghwan sends one of the stylists to check the dorms, and another to check the recording studios. The other boys are quiet, most of them with their ears plugged curled up in various corners of the room, staring at their handphones. They seem unperturbed by the fact that yet another one of their bandmates had just disappeared into thin air. They know exactly where he is, anyway.
Hyunkyun doesn't really know why he doesn't tell Sunghwan where Jongdae is. He's irritated at the fuss Sunghwan's thrown over Jongdae's disappearance. Not many of the crew were bothered by it – they too knew exactly where he'd gone.
He imagines Jongdae falling asleep by Baekhyun's bedside, hands cupped carefully in his own to avoid the IV drip taped to the back of Baekhyun's hand. He imagines the hushed whispers of nurses outside the ward and the glare of the head nurse that shuts them all up. He wonders if the resulting quiet would soothe Jongdae or agitate him further, and what thoughts spiral through his head as he watches someone he cares about lying still under the covers in a drug-induced sleep, looking for all the world a dead child.
Jongdae runs his thumb over the back of Baekhyun's hand, careful to avoid the drip that's sticking out. It feels warm, and he can feel Baekhyun's pulse under his fingertips. His chest rises and falls, and it's the only indication he has that Baekhyun's sleeping, not dead.
He briefly entertains thoughts of leaving it all – the glamour of idol life that only hides sleepless nights, skipped meals, broken friendships and an immense loneliness that comes from hiding away from prying eyes. Would Baekhyun want to come along? Where would they go? What would they do afterwards?
He feels hollowed out from thinking. Pushing his chair back, he rests his head on Baekhyun’s arm, takes comfort in the warmth of his skin against his forehead, and closes his eyes.
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dead children, baekhyun/jongdae, pg, 687 words
They play through the songs without problems – until Chanyeol hoists Baekhyun on top of Kyungsoo in preparation for Overdose. There is a high-pitched scream, a crash, and a whole lot of expletives. Hyunkyun the manager wades through the chaos with a long–suffering sigh to find Baekhyun on all fours with a pool of vomit under his mouth.
Rehearsals can't possibly be cancelled this close to the first day of the concert, so Hyunkyun drives Baekhyun to the hospital to be put on sleeping meds and a drip to get some rest. He takes a moment to stare at the pale boy under the blankets, cheeks sunken and arms thin from too much exertion, and feels an overwhelming surge of protectiveness and frustration. There's not much he can do for Baekhyun other than ask the doctor for another extra day in the hospital for him, and he does just that and makes a few calls to let the upper management, his parents, and finally Junmyeon, know of his condition.
The silence in the room is too much, too heavy, too loud, and he takes one last glance at Baekhyun's sleeping form before pulling himself away.
Jongdae calls a few minutes later, just as he's about to start the car.
"How is he?" he asks without preamble, his voice a little shaky.
"Fine," is all Hyunkyun can give him. He's seen the way the boys are around each other – touches that linger on for too long, even when there aren't the eyes of the media or fans around. There's only so much feigned ignorance he can do before he's forced to pull them away from each other.
Focus on rehearsals, he hears himself say. He sounds annoyed, even to his own ears. It's not what he wants to say, not to an exhausted boy whose – boyfriend, something in him provides – had just collapsed, thrown up and was now being hospitalised. But then again, he doesn't know what to say to Jongdae either.
There's a pause, a small intake of breath. "Sorry, hyung," Jongdae says, and hangs up.
No one can find Jongdae that evening. Sunghwan sends one of the stylists to check the dorms, and another to check the recording studios. The other boys are quiet, most of them with their ears plugged curled up in various corners of the room, staring at their handphones. They seem unperturbed by the fact that yet another one of their bandmates had just disappeared into thin air. They know exactly where he is, anyway.
Hyunkyun doesn't really know why he doesn't tell Sunghwan where Jongdae is. He's irritated at the fuss Sunghwan's thrown over Jongdae's disappearance. Not many of the crew were bothered by it – they too knew exactly where he'd gone.
He imagines Jongdae falling asleep by Baekhyun's bedside, hands cupped carefully in his own to avoid the IV drip taped to the back of Baekhyun's hand. He imagines the hushed whispers of nurses outside the ward and the glare of the head nurse that shuts them all up. He wonders if the resulting quiet would soothe Jongdae or agitate him further, and what thoughts spiral through his head as he watches someone he cares about lying still under the covers in a drug-induced sleep, looking for all the world a dead child.
Jongdae runs his thumb over the back of Baekhyun's hand, careful to avoid the drip that's sticking out. It feels warm, and he can feel Baekhyun's pulse under his fingertips. His chest rises and falls, and it's the only indication he has that Baekhyun's sleeping, not dead.
He briefly entertains thoughts of leaving it all – the glamour of idol life that only hides sleepless nights, skipped meals, broken friendships and an immense loneliness that comes from hiding away from prying eyes. Would Baekhyun want to come along? Where would they go? What would they do afterwards?
He feels hollowed out from thinking. Pushing his chair back, he rests his head on Baekhyun’s arm, takes comfort in the warmth of his skin against his forehead, and closes his eyes.
MOD SENPAI JOJI MY PRINCESS i'm so sorry this is late D: but
go go go
jojibear!
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