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theblueintheday2015-09-22 12:19 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in theblueintheday2015-09-22 12:19 pm
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[team sonic] gloss
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The title is one of Yoongi's earlier monikers. This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goodbyelover I ended up using it sooner rather than later!
Knocking on the door.
There's always someone knocking on the door. There's a shout, voice muffled through the steel, through the silence that envelopes the apartment. Dust stirs, keys clatter faintly, like falling seconds. There's a shape, curled over a desk, the screen flashing as text streams down the page.
Somewhere there's a tiny packet of data flying through virtual corridors, firewalls slamming down behind it, useless as they only delay the anti-viral attackers in heavy pursuit. Whipping back and forth, avoiding the front doors and finding the tiniest back gate crack, the packet keeps speeding forward, unstoppable as fingers fly over the screen.
The sun hangs still in the sky, an errant ray striking in through a crack in the slipshod blinds to illuminate a shock of pink hair, faded in the light of morning. There's an empty bowl on the table, it might be noodles or it might be curry, only a faint coloured rim remains.
Knocking on the door.
No one answers.
The packet of data reaches its destination, not with a bang but with the silence of victory.
More dust falls. The fingers move just as quickly, speeding a retreat through the self-destructing back gate left open on purpose.
Home.
The keys fall silent.
Knocking on the door.
The figure stands up, stretches, as a white t-shirt pulls up to reveal pale skin for just a second, before the man—because it is a man, we can see now—walks to the door, removes the chain and twists open the dead bolt.
"What the heck, Yoongi!" There's another man standing in the doorway, younger, a black beanie pulled over his hair. Yoongi shrugs.
"I was busy," he says, pulling a jacket off the hook next to the door. "Chill, Jeongguk."
"Well, we're late," Jeongguk says, but there's a smile lurking in the corners of this mouth. There's a brief pause, before he glances over at Yoongi. "Okay, what did you do now?"
Yoongi just shrugs, pulls the door shut behind him, as it locks with a solid thud.
"Just nothing really," he says, heading for the stairs. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, gaze lingering on the name by the door before he jogs to catch up.
The name tag says GLOSS.
Somewhere, something blows up.
The title is one of Yoongi's earlier monikers. This is for
goodbyelover I ended up using it sooner rather than later!Knocking on the door.
There's always someone knocking on the door. There's a shout, voice muffled through the steel, through the silence that envelopes the apartment. Dust stirs, keys clatter faintly, like falling seconds. There's a shape, curled over a desk, the screen flashing as text streams down the page.
Somewhere there's a tiny packet of data flying through virtual corridors, firewalls slamming down behind it, useless as they only delay the anti-viral attackers in heavy pursuit. Whipping back and forth, avoiding the front doors and finding the tiniest back gate crack, the packet keeps speeding forward, unstoppable as fingers fly over the screen.
The sun hangs still in the sky, an errant ray striking in through a crack in the slipshod blinds to illuminate a shock of pink hair, faded in the light of morning. There's an empty bowl on the table, it might be noodles or it might be curry, only a faint coloured rim remains.
Knocking on the door.
No one answers.
The packet of data reaches its destination, not with a bang but with the silence of victory.
More dust falls. The fingers move just as quickly, speeding a retreat through the self-destructing back gate left open on purpose.
Home.
The keys fall silent.
Knocking on the door.
The figure stands up, stretches, as a white t-shirt pulls up to reveal pale skin for just a second, before the man—because it is a man, we can see now—walks to the door, removes the chain and twists open the dead bolt.
"What the heck, Yoongi!" There's another man standing in the doorway, younger, a black beanie pulled over his hair. Yoongi shrugs.
"I was busy," he says, pulling a jacket off the hook next to the door. "Chill, Jeongguk."
"Well, we're late," Jeongguk says, but there's a smile lurking in the corners of this mouth. There's a brief pause, before he glances over at Yoongi. "Okay, what did you do now?"
Yoongi just shrugs, pulls the door shut behind him, as it locks with a solid thud.
"Just nothing really," he says, heading for the stairs. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, gaze lingering on the name by the door before he jogs to catch up.
The name tag says GLOSS.
Somewhere, something blows up.
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