spencvr:
Metal cut into packed dirt with the help of a ratty sneaker putting pressure into the edge of a shovel, digging in deep to unearth the soil before disposing of it over the edge. A sizely hole was being formed in the grassy earth nearly in the shape of a koi pond, only not quite deep enough to be considered one yet. Spencer only paused in his efforts to wipe at the sweat daring to drip into his brow, breathing harsh as he eyed the circle in the ground that took up a good-sized plot of land in the small backyard he was currently in. “This will show him,” he muttered to himself proudly, triumph gleaming in his eyes. “Trying to prank me even though I know he’s terrified of fish? We’ll see who the real prankster is.” With a determined puff of breath, he cast a backward glance to the dark house behind him before pulling the string of his hoodie tighter. It was hot from the exertion he was putting into his job, was it even really worth it?, but he wasn’t going to risk being spotted now, not when he’d come this far.
It was past nightfall, somewhere between the very early morning and late night, but he was going to finish this before his friend woke up. He was tired of getting pranked by the male and him constantly getting the last laugh. Spencer was determined to get him back once and for all: by giving the male an unwanted present that he was completely scared of. Spencer chuckled to himself at the thought and it only spurred him on to work quicker, wanting to see the look on the male’s face when he woke up the next morning and saw the work of art. Maybe it wasn’t too good of a thing to get so wrapped up in his efforts though, because he shut everything out, mind so set on his plans for the night that he didn’t even notice the backdoor open. He only realized something was off when the back light came on, and by then it was too late.
He froze at the sound of feet crunching against the grass, only his neck moving to turn and look at the person who had interrupted him. He had expected to see his friend, but he wasn’t prepared to find someone much much shorter than him approaching him with angry eyes. This guy was definitely not his friend. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and let go of his shovel, ready to make a break and run for it– but Spencer hadn’t always been swift on his feet. The shovel slipped out of his hands and crash-landed on his foot, causing the boy to yelp in pain and immediately double over to clutch at the toe of his dirtied sneaker. “Wait! I- I can explain!” He panicked from where he was curled up on the ground as the man still came closer, his mind racing to think of any way he could talk himself out of the situation unscathed. “Your backyard’s aesthetic was lackluster and I… was adding to the landscape to make it look better? ..free of charge?”
being quite lenient and playful himself, jongdae thought that he could take jokes quite well, and deal them just the same. in his monochrome, dull life, bursts of colour from others’ lips kept him going, whether they were bright red shrieks of terror or lazy yellows of mellow laughter -- and the lustrous blue of pride shone the brightest when jongdae was the one enticing the sounds, the colours, and the emotions. it became an instinct, to draw out these sounds; sinking into his bones to set him against walls and microphone stands and let the words roll off of his tongue without much thought, language lax in both body and mouth.
and, while jongdae was equal parts insouciant and indolent, he never appreciated being woken up while the sun was barely rising. there was a sound he could place as being outside, but not put a name to, and with the thought that it was not his house but his companion’s -- with a cosy couch set up for jongdae’s weary body -- that could possibly be under some sort of attack, he supposed that it was his duty to do a little favour and check it out. after all, it would just be ironic for his end to arrive while he was under a safe wing, wouldn’t it?
so, shrouded in a much too big pyjama shirt and sweats, jongdae took lazy steps to exit the house and approach the strange, unfamiliar sound, fingers sliding over the back light switch. his body swayed with the movement, free fist rubbing at his eyes and mouth stretching with a yawn; all signs of the sleepiness added to great confusion when the image of a man digging in his friend’s backyard came into view. he rubbed his eyes once more, just in case, then ran lithe fingers through thick hair. well. he had seen stranger things, he supposed -- but he wanted sleep, and this man had disrupted it, and it was with fire in his eyes that he stepped closer and closer and closer, despite being able to tell the height difference from quite a distance.
he paused, though, at the visible panic in the stranger, lips pursing to hide a chortle at the clumsiness that lead to his shovel being dropped on his foot. eyebrow raising, jongdae crossed his arms and fixed the offender with a firm gaze. he let the man speak, and the words only drew another laugh from him, this time with no effort given to hide it. “a hole would help its aesthetic? you’re lucky this isn’t my house, though -- you just interrupted my sleep. i don’t appreciate that very much.”
