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[its-siriusly-sirius]

Sirius Black || Mother | Drabble

Wake up. Clothes on. One shirt. Two arms. One pants. Two legs. One foot, one shoe. Two feet, two shoes.  

Find brother.

Brother’s asleep. Wake brother up. Help brother get dressed, he’s too little to do so on his own. Play with brother before breakfast. Have fun. Not too much fun. Too much fun is forbidden. Too much fun breaks things and causes mummy and daddy to get angry. Especially mummy. She doesn’t like when too much fun is had. Everything is to keep mummy happy.

Go downstairs. Eat breakfast that Kreacher cooked. Eggs and toast. Don’t like eggs. Eat them anyway. Don’t want mummy to get mad. Everything is so mummy doesn’t get mad. Finish breakfast. Want to play but can’t play because mummy found the lamp. The lamp that broke the day before. Mummy isn’t happy.

Punished. 

Only five lashes this time. Five because that is how many years Sirius has been alive. One for each. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. 

Punishment is over. Still no playing. Cried too much. Always crying. Need to stop. Stopping is required. Mummy doesn’t like crying. Mummy makes it worse when she hears crying. Daddy punishes because daddy doesn’t like to see mummy upset. Everything is so mummy doesn’t get upset.

Time out. Sneak out to see brother. Brother is sad because he isn’t supposed to play with his older brother. He does anyway. Older brother knows best. Older brother doesn’t know how to keep mummy happy all the time so he stopped trying. 

Have fun. Ride toy broom. Little brother needs to learn how. Older brother teaches well. He has great patience. Younger brother crashes the broom. Mummy isn’t going to be happy. 

Daddy’s turn to punish.

Five slaps. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. They hurt but not as much as the lashes. Older brother is glad he isn’t lashed. No belts. Daddy is easier. He just wanted to make mummy happy. No crying. Can’t cry. Can’t show weakness otherwise mummy will be mad. Don’t want to make mummy mad. Everything is so that mummy doesn’t get too mad.

No more playing. Time out until dinner. 

Bored. So bored. Nothing to do. No brother to play with. Can’t sneak out. It is forbidden and daddy made sure it’s impossible. 

Spin in circles. Get dizzy. Fall over. Jump on bed. Jump off bed. Make too much noise. Mummy’s angry. Daddy has to punish again. Everything is so that mummy doesn’t get angry. 

Ten slaps and more time out. No dinner tonight. 

Hungry. So hungry. Ask Kreacher for dinner but Kreacher won’t give dinner because mummy forbid it and Kreacher only wants to make mummy happy. Everyone wants to make mummy happy.

No one wants to make Sirius happy. 

Bedtime. No sleep. Too hungry. Too hurt. Too sad. Too angry.

At least mummy is happy.

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PIANOS AND CLOCKWORK: with clocks we play, and waste the day away; one of our muses is at the piano attempting yet again to master Clocks, the other happens to walk by the door, enticed by the music…by the end of the day, they are playing together…rain a soft pitter patter on the windows.

Yet again, his ears were filled with delight as he passed down that hallway.

He could tell that the first few verses were already smooth, and as the peak approached, whoever was playing seemed to have a few problems mastering it. Nevertheless, it managed to halt him in his tracks, lingering by the door step. The boy decided to rest by the bench across the entrance to the room, intrigued by the fact that the tempo started going evidently slower and definitely lonelier--lonelier than the drizzle that had just started.

He found himself peeking through the small window in the large, wooden door. A small smile lit up his melancholic face as soon as he recognized the female playing with the keys. She repeated a verse, a focused expression on her face, her glassy eyes hinting the desire to perfect the piece. He finally decided to enter, fingers delicately wrapping around the knob to turn it soundlessly.

"You might have wanted to be all alone, but your piece apparently sounded like it was pleading for company," he muttered after a bow of his head. "Sorry for the disturbance-- would you mind if I stay for the rest of this rainy afternoon?"

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"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

the morning after.

Ah, what a mess.

Myungsoo could only look around the living room with a half grimace and half-lidded eyes, his lips curled up in a defeated manner. It seemed like her flat—excluding the bedrooms, fortunately—was flipped upside down during the night. With a pounding head, he could only remember much about what had happened, however. A sappy movie night after he came over with enough drinks, the movie switched to something he can’t remember and Cleo…

Cleo—

After jolting out of the couch at the sound of the frantic mumbling, he whipped his head in all directions to see if there was still a female figure lying somewhere. To his surprise, she was already sitting on the corner of the sofa she slept on, clutching unfamiliar pastel blankets. Her gaze shifted from area to area before it met his. “Oh my god, we did not just—”

Confusion was the first thing that washed over him, because why in the world would she panic? He knew at some point, at midnight, he’d have to stay over because he’s too hammered to be even brought home. In the first place, even if she knew here he lived, would she even be able to bring him back safely?

"Hey, why are you freaking out?" Drawling as he tried not to mumble slurs, he sat in the way one would in a sofa, legs touching the floor, eyes fixed on the other. His own blankets fell on the floor, revealing a shirtless (and probably still mindless) Myungsoo. After a shocked once-over at him, she placed a palm on her forehead before closing her eyes, opening them seconds later after she sighed. "Of course I’m freaking out! You’re my friend!”

After discovering what he had looked like all this time, he let out a loud sigh and stood, the nervousness leaving his chest. “God, you’re funny. Maybe before you got knocked out, you stripped until you’re comfortable with a tank top, me doing the same,” he shook his head, pressing his wrist to his temples, a lopsided smile on his lips and a wink of jest ensuing. “Or maybe something happened… We’ll never know.”

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"Do you want to hold my hand?"

The male snorted at the other’s invitation before even thinking it out. It just seemed funny he was asking him that, when in reality Myungsoo really needed some help in distracting himself over the terrible height below him. “Aha… we’re really high up, huh?” He grinned, finally letting his legs dangle freely over the edge of the company’s rooftop after grabbing Dongwoo’s hand to sit. His gaze was extremely focused on the night sky and the cityscape, with the younger soon relaxing without Dongwoo’s hand to comfort. The other members still had half-empty glasses of beer in their hands, talking loudly in the back, but still the two found peace after quite some time. Myungsoo leaned back a bit and flashed a warm smile at the other, his eyes shifting to admire the stars. “It’s amazing, you know. We’re already high up, in the literal and figurative sense. This celebration just fits perfectly, right?”

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"Let us stay up all night!"

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It was past eight and Myungsoo honestly thought he could immediately send Jinri home after finishing Biology reports, but even his bad case of coughs and colds wasn’t enough to convince the ever-persistent girl on leaving.

"You idiot, seriously," she rolled her eyes playfully before plunging onto the male’s bed, a smug expression following suit. "I’m here to take care of you, duh."

Right, he huffs, settling on the edge of the bed. Although he promised to never be burdened, Myungsoo still felt bad since he could never be as affectionate as Jinri. She lived a couple of blocks away from him, which was the main reason they’re bestfriends, but of course he did not want her to catch the virus.

Stretching his arms upward, Myungsoo fell on the bed and landed on her back. He let out a chuckle before scooting sideways, his head turning to face the other. “Let us stay up all night!" she beamed, kicking her feet in the air in what the male made out as a tone of excitement. Attempting to speak clearly, he coughs slightly and speaks, but only a much more nasal voice could be heard. The female reached for the bedside table and rolled tissues which she stuck in his nostrils afterwards, giggling. "Yup, I’ve made the decision to sleep over tonight. You’re too funny to be left alone."

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With a softdrink cup in hand and a few ice drops on the other, Myungsoo waits as still as usual in the short queue, not meaning to catch any attention. But honestly he only knows a little about being inconspicuous, with the wonted black from head-to-toe outfit and the weird combination of snacks in his hands. The heat is getting in his nerves and so as not to bother anyone sleeping in the dorm, he makes himself comfortable by going out. And when he finally reaches the counter, he manages to ease down knowing he has not yet encountered any frantic fan by any means so far. When he finally finishes with the transaction, however, he stiffens up when he is hugged from behind. Myungsoo forcefully bites onto his lower lip in surprise—a fan? But it’s… too male, he thinks, and he finally whips his head to the other’s direction. It’s Jaebum, and he playfully punches the younger’s arm in relief. “You scared me, seriously,” he grins and shakes his head, offering a pack to the other. “Ice drop?”

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"Should be fine now," Myungsoo mumbles under his breath after a few sweeps through his hair, eyes locked on the wide mirror for quite a few minutes already. The dry strands just get his peevishness surfacing once more that he has to spend quite some time in the restroom to have it going his way. With a sigh and a few adjustments to the mic tape on his cheek, he finally decides to get going after washing his hands. While the water’s giving him enough chills, a pair of arms wrap around his waist and his nervousness easily shows through his frowning lips. "Yah—" he lets out a sigh, wiping a nonexistent trickle of sweat down his sideburns. A defeated grin appears on his face—he would have flicked his wet hands at the male if he had not seen his reflection. "Youngjae-yah. Good to see you, but… don’t hug me in male restrooms, alright?" He lets out a small chuckle, patting the younger’s back.