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Title: Fog (Response to drabble prompt 25: comfort)
Author:
wordplay712
Word count: 200
Concrit?: Please~
Pairing: JaeMin ( or whatever your heart desires XD
Rating: G
Summary: Changmin feels lonely in Japan.
Author's Notes: My first time posting here, I hope I did it right =I
He drags his fingertip into the frosting of condensation on the van window. It's half-idle, half-awake, half-longing for something he only half-remembers.
Sarang, he writes. It's so cheesy that he almost wants to laugh at himself. He swirls his fingertip for the final character, clearly-drawn hangul with twisted rushing Japanese cityside passing outside the car, golden neon twilight shining through the cleared lines.
It's not like home, he thinks.
He cradles his head in his hands, rests his elbows on the armrest, admires the letters he's drawn with half-lidded eyes and a wistful sigh, looking down as they begin to fog over with fresh dewy wetness. It almost aches to watch them fade into nothing.
Sarang. It's something so simple that he wants to cry. Two syllables too lonely. Too empty.
Sarang. It pours into his mind again as he feels fingertips encase his own, still wet with dewy frost. Two syllables renewed, bubbling behind his lips like baby's laughter. Five fingers so delicate, he wants to sigh.
Sarang. He can still see the outlines of the words he's drawn.
It feels a bit more comfortable, settles down in his brain a bit easier, almost like home, almost like heaven.
♥
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Word count: 200
Concrit?: Please~
Pairing: JaeMin ( or whatever your heart desires XD
Rating: G
Summary: Changmin feels lonely in Japan.
Author's Notes: My first time posting here, I hope I did it right =I
He drags his fingertip into the frosting of condensation on the van window. It's half-idle, half-awake, half-longing for something he only half-remembers.
Sarang, he writes. It's so cheesy that he almost wants to laugh at himself. He swirls his fingertip for the final character, clearly-drawn hangul with twisted rushing Japanese cityside passing outside the car, golden neon twilight shining through the cleared lines.
It's not like home, he thinks.
He cradles his head in his hands, rests his elbows on the armrest, admires the letters he's drawn with half-lidded eyes and a wistful sigh, looking down as they begin to fog over with fresh dewy wetness. It almost aches to watch them fade into nothing.
Sarang. It's something so simple that he wants to cry. Two syllables too lonely. Too empty.
Sarang. It pours into his mind again as he feels fingertips encase his own, still wet with dewy frost. Two syllables renewed, bubbling behind his lips like baby's laughter. Five fingers so delicate, he wants to sigh.
Sarang. He can still see the outlines of the words he's drawn.
It feels a bit more comfortable, settles down in his brain a bit easier, almost like home, almost like heaven.
♥
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Date: 2008-08-04 07:21 pm (UTC)poor poor lonely min :( give him back his joongie soon! ^^
thanks
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