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theblueintheday2015-10-15 10:52 pm
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[team sonic] always lookin' up
First words from Three in one.
Title from Look Up by Mas Ysa.
Wailing sirens permeate the night, as Yoongi lies on the top bunk and tries to sleep. He closes his eyes, gritty with sleep, but the eyelids scratch like sand, the sirens drawing nearer and receding into the distance again.
He thinks about the people in ambulances, the firefighters stepping off the fire truck, pulling helmets over their heads, unwinding the hose, the fire blazing.
Yoongi's fingers twitch.
It's times like these, in the dark, in the dry quiet, than he listens to the sirens and thinks about fire.
"You worry me, sometimes," his mother tells him, confiscating matching and lighters. "I don't understand you."
Yoongi doesn't understand himself either, and when he looks through the search history of the computer when he's trying to find a game he played the day before, he finds the search query, what to do if your child might be a sociopath."
He clicks the link. Blinks. "Lights to set things on fire," is listed as one of the symptoms, as though he has a disease, as though it's something that can be caught and cured, stamped out like embers before the wind whips them into orange and red flames.
"Don't listen to your mom," Hoseok says, as they sit side by side on the front step, watching the cars drive by. Yoongi is bored; it's summer and there's nothing to do. He fingers twitch, and he images opening the lid of the lighter his mother had taken away from him, the one Hoseok gave him for his birthday.
"I like fire," Yoongi says, because it's true.
"Well," Hoseok says, and Yoongi can hear the laughter hiding in his voice, bubbling just below the surface, like smouldering coals, "You haven't killed any animals that I know about."
"Or you," Yoongi replies, automatically. Hoseok blinks, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Or me," he says, nodding in agreement, "And you don't have to be a sociopath to want to kill me." He grins, because it's true, and Yoongi smiles back, grudingly, just a little bit.
"Here," Hoseok says, and tosses something into his lap before he gets up, stretching. "I have to go help my mom mow the lawn. See you later!" He bounces off across the street. Yoongi looks down at the small thing resting in his lap.
It's a lighter.
Title from Look Up by Mas Ysa.
Wailing sirens permeate the night, as Yoongi lies on the top bunk and tries to sleep. He closes his eyes, gritty with sleep, but the eyelids scratch like sand, the sirens drawing nearer and receding into the distance again.
He thinks about the people in ambulances, the firefighters stepping off the fire truck, pulling helmets over their heads, unwinding the hose, the fire blazing.
Yoongi's fingers twitch.
It's times like these, in the dark, in the dry quiet, than he listens to the sirens and thinks about fire.
"You worry me, sometimes," his mother tells him, confiscating matching and lighters. "I don't understand you."
Yoongi doesn't understand himself either, and when he looks through the search history of the computer when he's trying to find a game he played the day before, he finds the search query, what to do if your child might be a sociopath."
He clicks the link. Blinks. "Lights to set things on fire," is listed as one of the symptoms, as though he has a disease, as though it's something that can be caught and cured, stamped out like embers before the wind whips them into orange and red flames.
"Don't listen to your mom," Hoseok says, as they sit side by side on the front step, watching the cars drive by. Yoongi is bored; it's summer and there's nothing to do. He fingers twitch, and he images opening the lid of the lighter his mother had taken away from him, the one Hoseok gave him for his birthday.
"I like fire," Yoongi says, because it's true.
"Well," Hoseok says, and Yoongi can hear the laughter hiding in his voice, bubbling just below the surface, like smouldering coals, "You haven't killed any animals that I know about."
"Or you," Yoongi replies, automatically. Hoseok blinks, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Or me," he says, nodding in agreement, "And you don't have to be a sociopath to want to kill me." He grins, because it's true, and Yoongi smiles back, grudingly, just a little bit.
"Here," Hoseok says, and tosses something into his lap before he gets up, stretching. "I have to go help my mom mow the lawn. See you later!" He bounces off across the street. Yoongi looks down at the small thing resting in his lap.
It's a lighter.