Hydra
Pairing: JongHo (?)
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Fantasy, Fiction
Warning:Jonghyun is yet again some random creature. And some... Kind of character death implied. I don't think it's disturbing myself but just in case.
Author's Note:I'm aware this might be missing the whole point of fanfiction. But still, hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
The breeze blew softly. The repetitive, lulling sound of water hitting water, hitting rocks and sand being carried by it; gray water that merged into a gray clouded sky, cold winter sun.
It was very calm.
Minho took a deep breath, thick salty smell filling his nose and his head, evaporating his thoughts and easing the sensations running trough his chest, until his lungs urged him to breath out to renew and take the much needed oxygen.
The calmness made Minho restless. That calmness which was sensed only before the storm, the kind of calmness that was to be taken as a bad omen.
But he still stayed. Not having a reason to go back, not having one to keep forward, Minho felt stuck there in the immensity of the timeless beach.
The view so inviting, so much reflecting his own soul, he wanted to surrender to the whisper of the wind, to the song the waves sang.
And he heard it. The sound that accompanied the constant swinging of the waves, almost like a part of it, sweet, soothing, poisonous, it invaded his senses and he couldn't reject it. Not that warm and cozy feeling in the pit of his stomach, even if in the back of his head he knew it was fake and unreal, he just wanted to give in and not think about anything anymore.
And the melody sought the wind, clearer, giving a deathly blow to Minho's reasoning. He advanced towards the sea, the sand crunching beneath his bare foot and ticklish, smiling as he felt the cold water reach out and lick teasingly at his toes.
He walked to the side, towards a big rock that sat on the beach, partially covered by the water and climbed it, the grin on his face growing bigger. He moved further, to the other side were the rock went deeper into the sea and created a sort of natural dam, curved, trapping some water and letting it swirl before letting the liquid go back to the ocean, but just to be filled back again, making the place have an almost constant level of water.
There, the honey-thick, bubbling sound resonated inside the dam, inside Minho's ribcage, even against the furious clashing of water against the rock. And in some point he saw something moving under the water, he leaned closer to see better. A figure came out of the water slowly, drops running down pale, ghostly skin from soaked dark hair, coming close to Minho's face.
Minho was too drunk on his sensations to back down when the boy slightly touched his skin with a damp, cold and slightly slimy finger, dragging it across his face, a smirk plastered on his own.
"You got lost?"
Minho shivered to the poisonous voice. Soft and clear, but not airy, a sound that seemed to come from the deepest corners of the ocean. The boy chuckled, leaning back, and looking at Minho with a cocky expression.
He was, Minho thought, very beautiful.
"Came to play?"
The wind stopped. And Minho could have sworn he almost sees the pure sound scape the pale lips in front of him, he stilled. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he could just stare at the smirking lips, his brain filled with the singing voice. He felt his heart race, his mouth get dry, his head spin.
Minho, I know the things that bother your heart
Too close, the voice was too close, and Minho felt like falling off a cliff, he squeezed his eyes as the vertiginous sensation got a hold of his body.
if you'd let me, I could ease them for you. Minho... let me ease your soul
"Make me..." Minho said in a whisper, and then his body was suddenly hitting the cold water. He popped out of the surface, gasping for life's sake, looking around slightly confused, and could barely take some air into his lungs before being pulled down again.
The boy came close to his body. Under the water he seemed even less human, the dim light and the blurriness of the water made him look so ethereal that Minho wondered if he was indeed real.
The voice ceased, slowly letting Minho get a hold of his senses again. The swift current making them swing underwater, but the boy held him tightly, preventing Minho to float back to the surface. And the boy grinned again -such an endearing smile- and leaned forward, rubbing his cold skin against Minho's warm body, bumping his noses. Rough fingers tracing on the skin they could find, lips brushing clasped ones, and Minho could feel the electricity running across his body for the cold touches, jolts that made his nerves jump.
He was being dragged further down, the atmosphere darkening around them, swift cold currents of water brushing them unannounced, and the other glued his lips to him, salty water getting inside his mouth as well as an invasive slick muscle.
The other's mouth on his felt like ice even though his lungs were burning, his thoughts fading, and everything seemed so perfect. He could feel his limbs slowly go limp, his sight going dark, the beating of his heart slower and slower. Every neuron on his brain shutting down one by one and losing control, he couldn't think, he could barely feel his own body, just the icy cold one sticking to his, and that sweet mouth, so soft, caring, slowly being the only thing he could register, before fading away into nothing.
Stay here, Minho, stay with me
At last, he could be at peace.
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Fantasy, Fiction
Warning:Jonghyun is yet again some random creature. And some... Kind of character death implied. I don't think it's disturbing myself but just in case.
Author's Note:I'm aware this might be missing the whole point of fanfiction. But still, hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
The breeze blew softly. The repetitive, lulling sound of water hitting water, hitting rocks and sand being carried by it; gray water that merged into a gray clouded sky, cold winter sun.
It was very calm.
Minho took a deep breath, thick salty smell filling his nose and his head, evaporating his thoughts and easing the sensations running trough his chest, until his lungs urged him to breath out to renew and take the much needed oxygen.
The calmness made Minho restless. That calmness which was sensed only before the storm, the kind of calmness that was to be taken as a bad omen.
But he still stayed. Not having a reason to go back, not having one to keep forward, Minho felt stuck there in the immensity of the timeless beach.
The view so inviting, so much reflecting his own soul, he wanted to surrender to the whisper of the wind, to the song the waves sang.
And he heard it. The sound that accompanied the constant swinging of the waves, almost like a part of it, sweet, soothing, poisonous, it invaded his senses and he couldn't reject it. Not that warm and cozy feeling in the pit of his stomach, even if in the back of his head he knew it was fake and unreal, he just wanted to give in and not think about anything anymore.
And the melody sought the wind, clearer, giving a deathly blow to Minho's reasoning. He advanced towards the sea, the sand crunching beneath his bare foot and ticklish, smiling as he felt the cold water reach out and lick teasingly at his toes.
He walked to the side, towards a big rock that sat on the beach, partially covered by the water and climbed it, the grin on his face growing bigger. He moved further, to the other side were the rock went deeper into the sea and created a sort of natural dam, curved, trapping some water and letting it swirl before letting the liquid go back to the ocean, but just to be filled back again, making the place have an almost constant level of water.
There, the honey-thick, bubbling sound resonated inside the dam, inside Minho's ribcage, even against the furious clashing of water against the rock. And in some point he saw something moving under the water, he leaned closer to see better. A figure came out of the water slowly, drops running down pale, ghostly skin from soaked dark hair, coming close to Minho's face.
Minho was too drunk on his sensations to back down when the boy slightly touched his skin with a damp, cold and slightly slimy finger, dragging it across his face, a smirk plastered on his own.
"You got lost?"
Minho shivered to the poisonous voice. Soft and clear, but not airy, a sound that seemed to come from the deepest corners of the ocean. The boy chuckled, leaning back, and looking at Minho with a cocky expression.
He was, Minho thought, very beautiful.
"Came to play?"
The wind stopped. And Minho could have sworn he almost sees the pure sound scape the pale lips in front of him, he stilled. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he could just stare at the smirking lips, his brain filled with the singing voice. He felt his heart race, his mouth get dry, his head spin.
Minho, I know the things that bother your heart
Too close, the voice was too close, and Minho felt like falling off a cliff, he squeezed his eyes as the vertiginous sensation got a hold of his body.
if you'd let me, I could ease them for you. Minho... let me ease your soul
"Make me..." Minho said in a whisper, and then his body was suddenly hitting the cold water. He popped out of the surface, gasping for life's sake, looking around slightly confused, and could barely take some air into his lungs before being pulled down again.
The boy came close to his body. Under the water he seemed even less human, the dim light and the blurriness of the water made him look so ethereal that Minho wondered if he was indeed real.
The voice ceased, slowly letting Minho get a hold of his senses again. The swift current making them swing underwater, but the boy held him tightly, preventing Minho to float back to the surface. And the boy grinned again -such an endearing smile- and leaned forward, rubbing his cold skin against Minho's warm body, bumping his noses. Rough fingers tracing on the skin they could find, lips brushing clasped ones, and Minho could feel the electricity running across his body for the cold touches, jolts that made his nerves jump.
He was being dragged further down, the atmosphere darkening around them, swift cold currents of water brushing them unannounced, and the other glued his lips to him, salty water getting inside his mouth as well as an invasive slick muscle.
The other's mouth on his felt like ice even though his lungs were burning, his thoughts fading, and everything seemed so perfect. He could feel his limbs slowly go limp, his sight going dark, the beating of his heart slower and slower. Every neuron on his brain shutting down one by one and losing control, he couldn't think, he could barely feel his own body, just the icy cold one sticking to his, and that sweet mouth, so soft, caring, slowly being the only thing he could register, before fading away into nothing.
Stay here, Minho, stay with me
At last, he could be at peace.