i feel like i should share some more of my snz writing — aka, the only snz writing i have ever written ever aside from the ones i wrote for this blog. enjoy!
001 — untitled, part 1 (?)
A just barely manages to stumble out of the apartment complex’s elevator, eyelids drooped and body weighing heavier than it usually does. He lets out a soft groan, swiping a finger under his nose and leaving a faint trace of mess behind on his fingers.
There wasn’t anyone around to see him in this sorry state, anyway, so he didn’t mind allowing himself a bit of reprieve. He had been, after all, holding his illness back as much as he could over the course of his eight hour shift at work. And, dealing with people constantly… he had to make sure he kept his germs to himself as best he could.
But now that it was all over, A could finally relax. And, finally, he could do something he’s been looking forward to doing the moment he woke up with this monster of a cold.
He contemplated on knocking on his and B’s shared apartment door. Sure, A had his own keys, but he found it a tad boring for him to just enter their home without an entrance of some kind. That was just how he was.
Instead, he patted down his pockets for his phone. His fingers fly to B’s contact details like they’ve done this a thousand times (they probably have), before hitting the call button without so much as clearing his throat in preparation.
Ring… ring… ring…
“…hello?”
A chuckles instinctively at his darling boyfriend’s sleep-addled tone. He could tell he was probably waiting for A to come home, which made his heart squeeze just a bit. However, there were more important matters at hand.
The chuckle turns into a small cough, forcing A to clear his throat. It didn’t really do much to ease its soreness.
“Hey, love,” he rasps, leaning against the door frame as he casually tries to rub his arms to soothe his soft shivers.
”Oh, A,” B seemed to perk up with concern, “are you—“
His concern was sweet. If only A had the time to appreciate it, before the buzzing in his nose rose to an insurmountable height, and then…
”Hih…“
B’s mouth, comically, clamped shut immediately from where he was.
“HIH—“
There was rustling heard on the other end of the phone. A would have smirked, if he could.
“hi’TCHIew! Snf…”
A painfully small sneeze. It was instinctual, the way A held it back. All dainty and professional.
“O-oh,” B stuttered out.
”’Mb sorry, dhad ode sduck upb od mbe.” A clears his throat again, sniffling softly in rapid succession to try and ease his congestion.
”Bless you. I… think I heard you from inside. Do you want me to let you in?”
”Please. I- hh!I cah- c- hiH- snf- ‘couldn’t stop hitchihH— hah.. hah-TCHIEW! Guh. Hitchidg ‘ad sdeezing all day. Itd was awful.”
B swallowed dryly. ”Of course, of course. Give me a second, alright? I’ll get you some tissues, too.”
A smiled knowingly. B was getting flustered already.
“Thangks, dear.”