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writetomyheart2015-04-16 11:00 pm
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[Team Five] Deep in the night (I wish I dreamed of you)
idk, there's angst, I am Rin, water is wet.
No more tears, Zitao reminded himself as he stares at the same four walls. It was funny – a year ago, even months ago, he’d want to be nowhere else. But now, now he longed for the sound of snoring groundmates and the little pitter-patter of paws on the flooring.
Now he longed for glass rehearsal walls and the overbearing smell of chlorine.
No more tears. Rest and heal, they’d told him, and he’d be back in the game.
Time, after all, was the healer of all wounds.
He tapped the screen of his phone, scrolling through news and updates he’d already seen, before tabbing over to messages he’d already read. Nothing new on Line, Kakaotalk, or QQ – even in Korea, it’s so stupidly early in the morning that everyone’s still asleep. Junmyeon would wake up if he called, but while Zitao’s made of selfish bones, he’s not quite that bad.
Junmyeon was busy. Sehun was busy. Everyone was busy because it was EXO’s triumphant return and Zitao was stuck staring at the same four walls and realizing that being home meant being a child again and being a child felt awfully vulnerable, lately.
He scrolled through his contacts. No, no, no, and then he stopped, staring at the very last contact in his phone.
He’d changed the name, to hide it at the bottom, to pretend he’d deleted it.
‘I’m always here for you’. And while Zitao knew those words had been a lie, he still believed them. Before he could convince himself it was a bad idea – that he’d spent a year cultivating his apathy and now he was going to ruin it – he hit the call button.
One, two, three, four rings, and then a deep voice, fuzzy with sleep but awake, awake because Zitao called. “… Is everything okay?”
ZItao could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, because he’d been so good, built all the walls he’d needed to keep himself going, but he’d always left a damn door in the floorplans and now he’d thrown it wide open.
“Hi, Yifan,” he whispered.
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jojibear
Tagged the wrong person wtf lmao, butnachtegael and singilu are both skipping, so it's actually bluedreaming's turn!
No more tears, Zitao reminded himself as he stares at the same four walls. It was funny – a year ago, even months ago, he’d want to be nowhere else. But now, now he longed for the sound of snoring groundmates and the little pitter-patter of paws on the flooring.
Now he longed for glass rehearsal walls and the overbearing smell of chlorine.
No more tears. Rest and heal, they’d told him, and he’d be back in the game.
Time, after all, was the healer of all wounds.
He tapped the screen of his phone, scrolling through news and updates he’d already seen, before tabbing over to messages he’d already read. Nothing new on Line, Kakaotalk, or QQ – even in Korea, it’s so stupidly early in the morning that everyone’s still asleep. Junmyeon would wake up if he called, but while Zitao’s made of selfish bones, he’s not quite that bad.
Junmyeon was busy. Sehun was busy. Everyone was busy because it was EXO’s triumphant return and Zitao was stuck staring at the same four walls and realizing that being home meant being a child again and being a child felt awfully vulnerable, lately.
He scrolled through his contacts. No, no, no, and then he stopped, staring at the very last contact in his phone.
He’d changed the name, to hide it at the bottom, to pretend he’d deleted it.
‘I’m always here for you’. And while Zitao knew those words had been a lie, he still believed them. Before he could convince himself it was a bad idea – that he’d spent a year cultivating his apathy and now he was going to ruin it – he hit the call button.
One, two, three, four rings, and then a deep voice, fuzzy with sleep but awake, awake because Zitao called. “… Is everything okay?”
ZItao could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, because he’d been so good, built all the walls he’d needed to keep himself going, but he’d always left a damn door in the floorplans and now he’d thrown it wide open.
“Hi, Yifan,” he whispered.
jojibearTagged the wrong person wtf lmao, but
nachtegael and singilu are both skipping, so it's actually bluedreaming's turn!
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