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theblueintheday2015-10-28 04:18 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in theblueintheday2015-10-28 04:18 pm
[team four] forgotten savages
Title from Bones by MS MR.
Inspired by Beautiful Bones the anime. This is the first story in the Butterfly Bone AU.
My apologies for the extreme delay. ;;
It’s going to be a long night.
Chansik is leaning over his desk, headphones stuck in his ears, pencil strumming against the paper. Problem sets are always a bitch, especially when he's left them till last and it's not like he can't do them. . .maybe the problem is that they're just ridiculously easy and he can't resist making silly mistakes and stringing numbers together. He lets his forehead fall to the desk with a dull thud, and then winces when his head starts to ache.
Bad idea.
When he straightens, rubbing his forehead absently, there are twice as many problems to finish, until he blinks and his vision clears. Chansik eyes the black numbers swimming on the pages and sighs.
Better get this done.
"These are hard times. . ." the voice in his headphones sings, droning on and that's exactly how Chansik is feeling right now, glancing at the hands on the clock, dragging past midnight towards the witching hour. The song loops, and Chansik scribbles the answer to another questions. Maybe he will take her up on the offer after all—just then, as though she knows in which direction his thoughts are drifting, the music fades in his ears, silence for a brief moment before the booming 1812 Overture crashes from his headphones and rings through his skull.
"I hate you!" Chansik mutters angrily, tearing the headphones out of his ears and sliding to take the call. He doesn't really, and she knows it.
"Hi Gongchan!" Hyejin's voice over the phone is decidedly too perky for—Chansik glances at the clock just to be sure—2:36 AM. But then again, Hyejin doesn't seem to run by more "pedestrian" schedules.
"It's late, Professor Ahn," Chansik complains over the phone, not bothering to disguise a yawn even though he's curious as to why she's calling. "And my name is Chansik."
"You're awake," Hyejin points out, and he can hear her smirking on the other end of the line. "Gongchan." He scowls and she only laughs louder; she's probably sitting on the window seat, one leg folded up and the other dangling over against the wood paneling, her white nightgown flapping in the night breeze.
"What is it?" Chansik says, ignoring her. This had better be good.
"We're going bone digging!" Hyejin says excitedly, clapping her hands together like a child. Chansik groans.
"Have fun," he says, and his finger is just hovering over the screen to end the call when he hears shouting; he brings it reluctantly back to his ear. "I have school tomorrow."
"I can get you out of it," Hyejin says, and Chansik considers his options. Leave at the crack of dawn, or earlier to dig bones, probably in some abandoned valley with the wind whipping through the trees, or finish these problem sets for tomorrow.
It's a pretty easy decision.
"What time are we leaving?" he asks, and the nice thing about Hyejin is that she doesn't gloat when she gets her own way. Or maybe she's just that confident.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Hyejin says, before there's a babble of voices and the line suddenly cuts. Chansik laughs, pencil scrawling over the paper as he whips through the rest of the problem sets. Now that he doesn't have to do them for tomorrow, they're only mildly aggravating and he's done in less time than Hyejin being caught by the butler and forced to take along packed lunches and all kinds of luggage for a day trip.
As Chansik pulls on his jacket and grabs his backpack, he wonders what they'll get up to this time.
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Inspired by Beautiful Bones the anime. This is the first story in the Butterfly Bone AU.
My apologies for the extreme delay. ;;
It’s going to be a long night.
Chansik is leaning over his desk, headphones stuck in his ears, pencil strumming against the paper. Problem sets are always a bitch, especially when he's left them till last and it's not like he can't do them. . .maybe the problem is that they're just ridiculously easy and he can't resist making silly mistakes and stringing numbers together. He lets his forehead fall to the desk with a dull thud, and then winces when his head starts to ache.
Bad idea.
When he straightens, rubbing his forehead absently, there are twice as many problems to finish, until he blinks and his vision clears. Chansik eyes the black numbers swimming on the pages and sighs.
Better get this done.
"These are hard times. . ." the voice in his headphones sings, droning on and that's exactly how Chansik is feeling right now, glancing at the hands on the clock, dragging past midnight towards the witching hour. The song loops, and Chansik scribbles the answer to another questions. Maybe he will take her up on the offer after all—just then, as though she knows in which direction his thoughts are drifting, the music fades in his ears, silence for a brief moment before the booming 1812 Overture crashes from his headphones and rings through his skull.
"I hate you!" Chansik mutters angrily, tearing the headphones out of his ears and sliding to take the call. He doesn't really, and she knows it.
"Hi Gongchan!" Hyejin's voice over the phone is decidedly too perky for—Chansik glances at the clock just to be sure—2:36 AM. But then again, Hyejin doesn't seem to run by more "pedestrian" schedules.
"It's late, Professor Ahn," Chansik complains over the phone, not bothering to disguise a yawn even though he's curious as to why she's calling. "And my name is Chansik."
"You're awake," Hyejin points out, and he can hear her smirking on the other end of the line. "Gongchan." He scowls and she only laughs louder; she's probably sitting on the window seat, one leg folded up and the other dangling over against the wood paneling, her white nightgown flapping in the night breeze.
"What is it?" Chansik says, ignoring her. This had better be good.
"We're going bone digging!" Hyejin says excitedly, clapping her hands together like a child. Chansik groans.
"Have fun," he says, and his finger is just hovering over the screen to end the call when he hears shouting; he brings it reluctantly back to his ear. "I have school tomorrow."
"I can get you out of it," Hyejin says, and Chansik considers his options. Leave at the crack of dawn, or earlier to dig bones, probably in some abandoned valley with the wind whipping through the trees, or finish these problem sets for tomorrow.
It's a pretty easy decision.
"What time are we leaving?" he asks, and the nice thing about Hyejin is that she doesn't gloat when she gets her own way. Or maybe she's just that confident.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Hyejin says, before there's a babble of voices and the line suddenly cuts. Chansik laughs, pencil scrawling over the paper as he whips through the rest of the problem sets. Now that he doesn't have to do them for tomorrow, they're only mildly aggravating and he's done in less time than Hyejin being caught by the butler and forced to take along packed lunches and all kinds of luggage for a day trip.
As Chansik pulls on his jacket and grabs his backpack, he wonders what they'll get up to this time.
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