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part thirty
POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
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POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
kpop ficmix
POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
kpop ficmix
Re: itt: abandoned stories
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 08:47 am (UTC)(link)“It’s the concert,” Hoya tells him in passing once. “Infinite’s concert. They constantly remind me I’m an idol before an actor,” he says and it is with a smile and that same calm, measured tone. Inguk used to live by the sea, before Seoul and these cameras, back in Ulsan.
Hoya’s voice reminds him of home.
Hoya also arrives on location in a van with dark windows and a quiet engine and he is very often the last to arrive and the first to leave. He’s also the one with the darkest circles under his eyes, before the concealers and brighteners and lighting.
“Tired?”
“It’s an opportunity,” Hoya replies, then smiles.
Inguk scratches at his finger absentmindedly as he holds Hoya’s gaze.
He wakes up early one morning and there it is, on his finger.
It’s plain and inconsequential enough: the sight of a thin red string tied tightly around the little finger on his left hand.
He tries following it, because it snakes around his small apartment and under his front door and winds down the road and Inguk walks until he remembers it’s close to two in the morning and he needs to be up by seven for filming tomorrow.
The strangest thing is that when he tugs at it, his heart hurts. It’s not physical or a sort of pain brought on by what he would expect an arrhythmia to feel like. Instead, it twinges and it floods Inguk with a devastating sort of loss and since that moment on, he does not toy with the string.
He thinks he understands what this is.
When he arrives at set that day, the circles under his eyes darker than usual, he realises he can see thin, red strings tied to the fingers of every person. They tangle around their feet and they surround the bases of the large film cameras and his own string seems to be lost in the sea of red. It is too fine to trip over and people don’t seem to notice so Inguk keeps silent until Hoya arrives.
“Morning,” he says brightly and Hoya smiles softly at him.
“Morning,” he replies, and yawns.
Inguk takes this time to look at the string around Hoya’s finger but there is no way he can make out if it is connected to his own – it melts into the red by their feet and Inguk can’t stop the disappointment from showing on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Inguk shakes his head. “Nothing. Are you nervous? Today is the day we film with dogs.”
“Puppies,” Hoya corrects him. “And no, I’m not nervous at all. I raised puppies with Infinite for a reality show.”
I know, Inguk wants to say, I watched it. “Do you see it?”
Hoya doesn’t get a chance to reply because the director yells at everyone to take their places before Inguk can elaborate. Hoya walks first but he turns around, his expression a silent What? Inguk stares at the way his eyebrows are upturned, at the curve of his mouth, at if this is what he’d see if he leans in for a kiss.
Inguk catches himself in time and shakes his head, but it doesn't matter. Hoya has already turned around.
Re: itt: abandoned stories
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 09:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: itt: abandoned stories
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