7 Works by onlythevoid
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“Hey, I’m bored.”
There’s a crackle on the other end of the call. A buzz of static. A distant rumble that Taeyong has long since drilled into the cosmic microwave background radiation of his brain.
“Bored?”
Taeyong runs a finger along the top of a bottle he’s holding. “Yeah. Bored.”
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A study on distance.
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“I could kiss you,” Felix mumbled, words torn to pieces by the wind.
Chan’s hand stilled at the nape of Felix’s neck.
Seconds, ticking. Holding his breath. Chan’s voice was close against his ear, deadly familiar, only just tinged with uncertainty.
“Do you want to?”
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- Part 2 of STRAYS: STREET RACER
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Hyunjin patted his head. “No problem. Can you sit up a bit?”
Felix leaned forward and made an effort to hold himself upright, but really only succeeded in pushing his ass harder against Chan’s hips. Chan’s arms across him tightened and loosened in rapid succession. Suddenly, Felix wanted another sip of soju.
“This might stain your hair pink. Is that okay?”
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- Part 1 of STRAYS: STREET RACER
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“What,” Taeyong choked out, between ragged inhales, feeling his heart pound in his head like a bass drum. Ten’s hands were on either side of his face - hooked under his ears, cupping his jaw, thumbs low on his cheeks like he was something fragile, something so unlike the person Taeyong knew he had to be.
“Taeyong, just breathe, okay,” Ten was saying, words high and sharp with anxiety. “Ah, I- please tell me what’s happening- are you okay?”
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“Check, check?”
Ah, right. There was a fourth member to their group. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, Sykkuno felt compelled to listen.
Rae spoke up. “We hear you, Corpse. Did you sleep last night?”
A low laugh crackled into Sykkuno’s ear.
“For a couple hours.”
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Rain in Sydney used to feel warmer to Michael.
Now the water ran cold over his trembling, outstretched fingers, dripping from his nails in broken streams. There was something mesmerizing, Michael thought, about rain; there was something real to it, something so undeniable about it that grounded Michael in his wretched reality. It had sunk its claws deep into his heart tonight, and he didn’t know when it would let go.
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Set in the district of Redfern, in Sydney, Australia. Michael's homeless, an alcoholic, and he has $200 in his pocket - just enough to pay the pretty blond stranger's rent for the next two weeks.
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The stranger swung into the seat next to him and sighed contentedly. Luke stole a glance from under his hat. It was a boy with light-brown messy hair, reminiscent of surfers Luke saw on the beach in Brisbane - he had a t-shirt on and black jeans, and fade-tint round-frame sunglasses propped on his straight nose.
The stranger caught Luke’s eyes.
“Hey?” The stranger asked. Shouldn’t have looked at him, Luke thought. Too late.
The stranger had set his sunglasses on his head and was peering below Luke’s cap. “Dude. You look terrible. Are you okay?”
Oh, so the stranger was one of those guys. Too friendly and ever-inquisitive. Yes, Luke looked like shit; he’d been crying for an hour at a time, every few hours, and all he’d had to eat in the past two days was some wet broccoli at the hospital and a bag of chips he’d bought that morning in Brisbane, and there were bruises all up and down his right arm from a car crash he wished he’d died in.
Luke didn’t say any of that. He prayed his voice would be steady and said, “Yes. Thanks.”
The messy-haired boy did not seem convinced. After a pause, he offered, “My name’s Ashton, by the way.”