Rev (Flashfic Challenge 224: New Ending)
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Title: Rev
Author:
twhitesakura
Wordcount: 250
Concrit? Yes
Rating: PG
Summary: Slight AU. Junsu becomes afraid of cars.
When the car accident robbed Junsu of his voice, he threw away his discography and the pamphlets he had saved from the musicals he had starred in. It took him 6 months of therapy to raise his voice above a rasp, to sound words close to as they should be, with those lovely slippery vowels he had once slid easily around on his tongue like wet ice.
He stayed indoors. Sometimes, Junho managed to get him into the backyard to play a game of soccer, because he was afraid of roads now, the whine of a car engine being revved too hard.
Yoochun blindfolded him, pulled him around the block with only the feel of his hands. Sounds assaulted Junsu from all sides; schoolgirls giggling on their way to school, a street vendor hawking his tteokbokki, garbage trucks rattling with their full loads; the hum of people running, playing, driving.
After, Junsu sat alone in his living room, sweating out the remainder of his fear. The next day, he crossed three intersections and hummed a tune under his breath, a childhood lullaby his late mother had sung to him when he had night terrors.
On his 40th birthday, Jaejoong gave Junsu a copy of his albums, his OSTs, and all the playbills from the musicals he had attended personally as an audience member.
“What do you think?” Jaejoong fidgeted.
Junsu laughed, eyes shining, and immune to the nagging hoarseness of the sound.
“I think you must be my biggest fan.”
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Wordcount: 250
Concrit? Yes
Rating: PG
Summary: Slight AU. Junsu becomes afraid of cars.
When the car accident robbed Junsu of his voice, he threw away his discography and the pamphlets he had saved from the musicals he had starred in. It took him 6 months of therapy to raise his voice above a rasp, to sound words close to as they should be, with those lovely slippery vowels he had once slid easily around on his tongue like wet ice.
He stayed indoors. Sometimes, Junho managed to get him into the backyard to play a game of soccer, because he was afraid of roads now, the whine of a car engine being revved too hard.
Yoochun blindfolded him, pulled him around the block with only the feel of his hands. Sounds assaulted Junsu from all sides; schoolgirls giggling on their way to school, a street vendor hawking his tteokbokki, garbage trucks rattling with their full loads; the hum of people running, playing, driving.
After, Junsu sat alone in his living room, sweating out the remainder of his fear. The next day, he crossed three intersections and hummed a tune under his breath, a childhood lullaby his late mother had sung to him when he had night terrors.
On his 40th birthday, Jaejoong gave Junsu a copy of his albums, his OSTs, and all the playbills from the musicals he had attended personally as an audience member.
“What do you think?” Jaejoong fidgeted.
Junsu laughed, eyes shining, and immune to the nagging hoarseness of the sound.
“I think you must be my biggest fan.”