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Title: picture perfect
Fandom: TVXQ
Pairing: Homin
Rating: G
Words: 861
A/N: I was searching for something on my old phone and found this idea instead and it still spoke to me so I wrote it. Man, I haven't written anything in 5 months or so, talk about rusty nail. Anyway, hope you enjoy~ :>

you fill your phone up. you fill it up with traces of his presence, with proofs of his smiles.

you take pictures when he's asleep, mouth half open, slightly drooling and gross and so endearing. you take pictures when you think he's not looking. engrossed in a book (he's been reading essays lately), lost in repetition of dance moves - step back, half-turn, wrist bent, the palm of his hand cutting through the air with ridiculous sharpness. when he's away, gaze absent, turned inside, a frown marring his brows, lips set in a tight line or parted slightly with white teeth peaking out and digging into his lower lip.

you get yourself a japanese phone only to discover it doesn't come with the option of muting the camera sound. you download an application with a soundless camera but the quality isn't good and you're kind of pissed for a week or so until you get a different model.

you catch him unaware and he yelps and then he screams and promises his revenge. you walk away with a hint of smirk on your face, with a faint trace of laughter trailing in your wake.

he poses for you - with his trademark white pearly smile, eyes crinkled and thumb up. with his fingers set into the victory sign. he makes hideous faces and then he bursts laughing when he manages to pull off a particularly ugly one and your thumb clicks away, desperate to capture as many details of his expression shifting as you only can.

you take pictures together - the range of your facial expressions rich. smiles, smirks, snarls, wrinkled noses, pouting lips, ridiculous aegyo unbecoming of your age ("no one has to see those, right~"), bland commercial faces. there are arms around your shoulders, mock fights, proper pictures to send to parents when the schedule's too busy for you to visit, to call. you loathe to let him take those with his own phone but it's not like you can voice out your protest, not without an explanation and this is certainly one of these things you're never telling him.

sleeping, smiling, in love, desolate. you try to collect pieces of him as if they could be made into a whole.

some of the photographs cut close. they're what a stalker would take but you're not one and at the end of the day you're not documenting anything he'd mind you taking pictures of. you say that to your reflection on a plane toilet mirror and it looks back at you, unconvinced and wholly unimpressed.

you input numbers. his schedule, the times he forgot his wallet, left his mobile behind. ("so i have more blackmail material," you grin at him when he notices. his face scrunches, long digits reaching to rub at his eyes and then he grins back.) you write his phone numbers for him, in case he ever needs those when he loses his phone again. he's grateful and you nag at him and you indulge him, and you indulge yourself.

you watch the number of unsent texts growing, observe it as if it's a foreign matter that you have no influence on.

listen, can we go bowling tomorrow? i have to practise for the next episode. the last time was horrid and i don't want to ever fe--


you forgot your car keys at my place!!! if you don't need them before thursday, i'll just bring them to the set but otherwise drop by!!! ugh, really, hyung :/ you know i was planning on going out to--

i like you. in that way. it's not a jok--

did you see my blue scarf? i swear i was wearing it yesterday when we went drinking. if you --


hyung!!! did you take your cold medicine?? you know it won't work properly if you don't take it regularly so please be a responsible adult would y--

we need to talk, it's important.

hodong-hyungnim asked about you today. he sends his regards and wants to know if you have time next tuesday so if you could give him a c--

today i saw you with her. you looked like a real couple. everyone says we're like a real couple but i guess i can't compete. such a fool, are--

a girl tried to get your number from me today. i flirted with her instead. please be gratefu--


you delete them all. the count starts all over again.

you write songs. you prefer to do it the traditional way - the weight of a pen between your fingers, the smooth expanse of paper under your hand. but sometimes this isn't an option so you pour your heart out onto a screen and somehow it doesn't spill but you're still not done, you're never satiated.

you come up with confessions and your fingers slide over the locked screen of your phone because it'd be ridiculous to actually type them out.

you sort out your folders, you browse through hundreds and thousands of pictures and pictures and restrained feelings barely contained and words unsaid.

you format your phone and get a new one and then another. the content never really changes.

Comments and criticism as always much appreciated ♥
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