three chunjoe drabbles(?) that make no sense.
Written because I had to write something so I wrote these, but they're not very good. hence i scrapped them lol?

 

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ChunJoe Drabbles.

 

 

The clock had stopped. When had stopped? How long had it been since it stopped?

 

"Minsoo! You let me out right now or I won't be responsible for my actions!" Chanhee screamed, leaping onto his feet and banging wildly on the door. There was no reply on the other side of the thick metal.

 

"Minsoo! You have to let me out!"

 

If he wasn't let out soon, something bad would happen and he dreaded to think what. The clock had stopped, it's hands stuck motionless. He had to leave. Byunghun needed him.

 

"Let me out!" He bellowed, banging his fists against the door harder.

 

"Be quiet in there!" Came a bark that Chanhee recognised wasn't Minsoo. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, he was getting restless, his body itching all over. Byunghun needed him.

 

"Come on! Let me out!" He said hastily, banging on the door again for good measure.

 

"You're not getting out so shut. Up!" Chanhee sighed, sliding down against the door until he was sat on the floor. His only hope now was Daniel or Jonghyun, but there was no way of telling that they had noticed the situation too. He needed to get out of here - fast. He stared at the stopped clock, his heart twisting tightly in pain, calling out to his other half.

 

Wait for me. I'll be there soon.

 

•••

 

Byunghun's got this... Thing for Chanhee's hipbones he didn't know he had. It just occurs out of nowhere. He's staring, admiring the cut and sweep of his hips, the way they're moulded on his body and the way they move with him. He's sent off into heated fantasies that involve his nails and teeth but Chanhee's giving him a weird look; asking why he's staring. He's thrown out of dreamland and quickly pushes the thoughts of sinful hipbones aside. Chanhee may be a singer but he can move. It's not really good for his health.

 

•••

 

(Notes: my interpretation of T-ARA's MVs...)

 

Byunghun's glaring at him, challenging him, their swords drawn. They circle each other a bit, waiting, daring the other to make the first move.

 

"Let Ricky go." Chanhee grits out, his glare hot like fire, twisting his sword around in it's hold in display. Ricky's sat in a heap not far behind Byunghun, bruises on his face, wearing a heartbreakingly confused expression.

 

Byunghun smirks his answer 'no' and lunges at Chanhee. The clash of metal echoes in the burnt out hangar. The two enemies dance around each other violently, swiping and cutting, each trying to gain the upper hand but they are equally matched.

 

What seems like memories flood Ricky's mind. He thinks they're memories - he can't tell. He doesn't know which are dreams or reality.

 

Chanhee's holding a rabbit out to him.

 

'It's got blue eyes, just like you.'

 

He wished he could see it.

 

'Ricky-ah.' Chanhee calls him that. But it sounded just a little bit different. He reaches out to touch the face that feels like Chanhee... Who was he?

 

'Ricky-ah.'

 

The swings get quicker and their manoeuvres get harder to execute as they evade and attack each other. Chanhee grits his teeth and Byunghun breathes out a quick scoff. Their swords hit and hit and hit.

 

He's on the back of Chanhee's motorbike, the wind blowing past him, the purr of the engine a content white noise. It felt beautiful.

 

Why can't he remember?

 

Did that even happen?

 

'RICKY-AH!' Chanhee's screaming and there's hands grasping him roughly, lifting him from the ground before he falls unconscious.

 

What happened?

 

Why are they fighting?

 

The clashes get quicker and quicker and someone falters - just for a second. That's all it takes. A spilt second of a lapse in concentration and suddenly it's over.

 

Chanhee gasped, the sharp sword cutting through his clothes and slicing through his skin. The pain causes him to cry put, his sword falling out of his grasp and he collapses to his knees.

 

'RICKY-AH!'

 

Is Chanhee hurt?

 

Byunghun is smugly silent in his victory, sheathing his sword before admiring his enemy in agony. He turns on his heel and strides quickly over to Ricky. He roughly pulls him onto his feet by his bicep but Ricky is limp - a deadweight.

 

Byunghun was going to become a God.