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writetomyheart2015-10-22 10:32 pm
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[team one] out of the darkness
yeah, idk. might write more in this verse?
title from the dream must stay alive from The Tribe OST.
The storage is cold, silent apart from the sound of drops of water hitting the concrete floor. Taekwoon can't see much more than what's directly in front of him, as the only source of light comes from the sun sneaking through the cracks of the aluminium walls. It smells like mold; wet and raw, like it has been abandoned for quite some time. That's probably the truth also.
Taekwoon jumps at the sound of footsteps; heavy soles making deep thuds ring off the aluminium walls. While his heart beats so hard in his chest Taekwoon swears someone must be able to hear it, he holds Sanghyuk tight against his own body, one hand in front of the boy's mouth, silencing the loud sound of him breathing.
A sharp shock of pain runs up his spine when he sinks his own teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from making noises, breathing quietly through his nose instead. The bitter flavor of iron; blood fills his mouth, spreading out over his tongue.
The footsteps come closer, creeping upon them with every thud of the rubber soles.
In his arms, Sanghyuk turns, buries his face in Taekwoon's shirt, his small hands clutching at the fabric. It doesn't take long before he figures that Sanghyuk is crying. His shirt turn damp just above his navel, where Sanghyuk's face it.
Soothing someone when you're seconds away from collapsing in fear yourself isn't an easy task, but Taekwoon manages to keep the trembling of his body to a minimum to run his fingers through Sanghyuk's short hair in what he hopes is calming the younger boy.
When the person and their noisy shoes walk past them, just a couple of meters next to them, Taekwoon holds his breath, forcing his eyes shut. Blood is pounding in his ears, pumping through his veins at what, to Taekwoon, feels like the speed of sound.
When the sound of the steps grow weaker, followed by an opening and a close of one of the huge metal doors, Taekwoon knows they're safe, for now.
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springmaid's butt.
title from the dream must stay alive from The Tribe OST.
The storage is cold, silent apart from the sound of drops of water hitting the concrete floor. Taekwoon can't see much more than what's directly in front of him, as the only source of light comes from the sun sneaking through the cracks of the aluminium walls. It smells like mold; wet and raw, like it has been abandoned for quite some time. That's probably the truth also.
Taekwoon jumps at the sound of footsteps; heavy soles making deep thuds ring off the aluminium walls. While his heart beats so hard in his chest Taekwoon swears someone must be able to hear it, he holds Sanghyuk tight against his own body, one hand in front of the boy's mouth, silencing the loud sound of him breathing.
A sharp shock of pain runs up his spine when he sinks his own teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from making noises, breathing quietly through his nose instead. The bitter flavor of iron; blood fills his mouth, spreading out over his tongue.
The footsteps come closer, creeping upon them with every thud of the rubber soles.
In his arms, Sanghyuk turns, buries his face in Taekwoon's shirt, his small hands clutching at the fabric. It doesn't take long before he figures that Sanghyuk is crying. His shirt turn damp just above his navel, where Sanghyuk's face it.
Soothing someone when you're seconds away from collapsing in fear yourself isn't an easy task, but Taekwoon manages to keep the trembling of his body to a minimum to run his fingers through Sanghyuk's short hair in what he hopes is calming the younger boy.
When the person and their noisy shoes walk past them, just a couple of meters next to them, Taekwoon holds his breath, forcing his eyes shut. Blood is pounding in his ears, pumping through his veins at what, to Taekwoon, feels like the speed of sound.
When the sound of the steps grow weaker, followed by an opening and a close of one of the huge metal doors, Taekwoon knows they're safe, for now.
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springmaid's butt.
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