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theblueintheday2015-05-15 03:16 am
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[team five] Exit Music (For a Film)
This story is directly inspired by this interview, and an SK discussion where the (imagined) actual events in the shower ranged from nc-17 to angst; this is my take on it. Title is from the song by Radiohead. Disclaimer: I do not know how to write canon. At all.
All I want is to go to sleep.
Yifan is eating in the kitchen, though he's almost too tired to chew, elbows resting on the table as the ramyeon cools in the styrofoam bowl and the noddles soak up the liquid, getting soggy and swollen.
They look like worms.
I shouldn't be allowed to think when I'm tired.
"Kris?" The manager walks through the doorway, eyes searching the room before they land on Yifan, the chopsticks drooping in his hand. He's still not used to that name; it falls strangely on his ears.
"Tao needs you," the manager continues. Zitao, Yifan corrects in his head. "Wrong," SM Entertainment says, "wrong."
"I''m eating," Yifan replies, the words heavy in his mouth like swollen noodles, like worms. He's so tired. "What does Tao need me for?"
The manager shrugs, a rippling gesture that creeps up under his t-shirt. "I don't know, ask him."
Yifan sighs, but pushes the ramyeon, noodles swollen almost the size of caterpillars, at least to his sleep-blurred vision, away. He's too tired to eat, and someone else might be hungry enough.
The hallway is blessedly empty, and he lets himself rest for a moment, forehead cool agains the surface of the bathroom door before knocking.
"Come in," Zitao's voice filters through the door. "Please." The please is a little shaky; Yifan turns the door handle and slips in without a second thought.
"Is someting wrong?" Yifan asks, leaning against the closed door. He can see the sihouette of Zitao behind the transleucent shower curtain. The water isn't running.
"Ge," Zitao says softly, the sound muffled by the curtain but echoing off the tiles, "I'm scared." He turns the water on then, a soft white noise like falling rain, but it can't quite disguise the choked sobs.
Yifan tips his head up to stare at the ceiling light for a moment; it's too bright, as green spots flood his vision, echoes of something that doesn't exist.
"I'm here," he says, and pushes aside the shower curtain to climb in. Zitao is hunched over in the bathtub, head resting on his knees, the water falling on his back and shoulders and sluicing off. It's too warm; Yifan adjusts the temperature before he wraps himself around the younger boy, even though his jeans and t-shirt are getting completely soaked.
"I'm here," Yifan repeats, and runs soothing hands up and down Zitao's back.
Zitao cries for a while longer, before his sobs taper off to small whimpers and Yifan helps him shampoo his hair and rinse out all the suds, wrapping him in a bathtowel before sending him to his room.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asks, staring Zitao directly in the eyes. Zitao blinks, nods once. His eyes are puffy and swollen from crying but he's breathing steadily as Yifan pats him on the shoulder and sends him towards his bedroom door, before turning back to the shower and closing the door behind him.
As he strips out of his wet clothes and showers, Yifan wonders what it would be like if he wasn't here. The water pools in his collarbones as he stands under the spray, and he lets the thoughts wash out of his head.
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All I want is to go to sleep.
Yifan is eating in the kitchen, though he's almost too tired to chew, elbows resting on the table as the ramyeon cools in the styrofoam bowl and the noddles soak up the liquid, getting soggy and swollen.
They look like worms.
I shouldn't be allowed to think when I'm tired.
"Kris?" The manager walks through the doorway, eyes searching the room before they land on Yifan, the chopsticks drooping in his hand. He's still not used to that name; it falls strangely on his ears.
"Tao needs you," the manager continues. Zitao, Yifan corrects in his head. "Wrong," SM Entertainment says, "wrong."
"I''m eating," Yifan replies, the words heavy in his mouth like swollen noodles, like worms. He's so tired. "What does Tao need me for?"
The manager shrugs, a rippling gesture that creeps up under his t-shirt. "I don't know, ask him."
Yifan sighs, but pushes the ramyeon, noodles swollen almost the size of caterpillars, at least to his sleep-blurred vision, away. He's too tired to eat, and someone else might be hungry enough.
The hallway is blessedly empty, and he lets himself rest for a moment, forehead cool agains the surface of the bathroom door before knocking.
"Come in," Zitao's voice filters through the door. "Please." The please is a little shaky; Yifan turns the door handle and slips in without a second thought.
"Is someting wrong?" Yifan asks, leaning against the closed door. He can see the sihouette of Zitao behind the transleucent shower curtain. The water isn't running.
"Ge," Zitao says softly, the sound muffled by the curtain but echoing off the tiles, "I'm scared." He turns the water on then, a soft white noise like falling rain, but it can't quite disguise the choked sobs.
Yifan tips his head up to stare at the ceiling light for a moment; it's too bright, as green spots flood his vision, echoes of something that doesn't exist.
"I'm here," he says, and pushes aside the shower curtain to climb in. Zitao is hunched over in the bathtub, head resting on his knees, the water falling on his back and shoulders and sluicing off. It's too warm; Yifan adjusts the temperature before he wraps himself around the younger boy, even though his jeans and t-shirt are getting completely soaked.
"I'm here," Yifan repeats, and runs soothing hands up and down Zitao's back.
Zitao cries for a while longer, before his sobs taper off to small whimpers and Yifan helps him shampoo his hair and rinse out all the suds, wrapping him in a bathtowel before sending him to his room.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asks, staring Zitao directly in the eyes. Zitao blinks, nods once. His eyes are puffy and swollen from crying but he's breathing steadily as Yifan pats him on the shoulder and sends him towards his bedroom door, before turning back to the shower and closing the door behind him.
As he strips out of his wet clothes and showers, Yifan wonders what it would be like if he wasn't here. The water pools in his collarbones as he stands under the spray, and he lets the thoughts wash out of his head.
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As he strips out of his wet clothes and showers, Yifan wonders what it would be like if he wasn't here. The water pools in his collarbones as he stands under the spray, and he lets the thoughts wash out of his head. SCREAMS IN ANGUISH bc what an anniversary fic ^_^;;;
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And then at the end when Yifan wonders what it would be like if he wasn't there !! :o /clutches at heart