[Fanfic] Hot-air balloon
Title: Hot-air balloon
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Angst
Length: One-shot, 892 words
Summary: The shooting stars we encountered are the token of our love
The shadow of our love had faded, along with the wind, not turning back to me; leaving behind your promises.
Hey Donghae, if we had always been in this basket, how did you manage to get out of it without me knowing? The space was only sufficient for the both of us. When the burner started to fire, we rose toward the sky. Our hot-air balloon remained floating in the clouds, heading to our direction as planned. But since when, did you manage to get out of this hot-air balloon when it’s still in the sky, leaving me floating alone, afraid of jumping down with you?
My solitude brought me to reminiscence. The promises that you made - some fulfilled, some half-fulfilled, and some unfulfilled. The fulfilled promises reflected heartwarming and touching memories - turning back and stabbed me in my heart - brewing more sorrow in me than the happiness I’d experienced. The half-fulfilled promises were lingering in the midst of nowhere - when are you going to finish them? Or rather, when are you going to erase them? The unfulfilled promises - you liar.
Goodbye my darling, the lonely hot-air balloon had deflated; the rainy season that was occurring non-stop, causing the raindrops to fall into my eyes.
“Hyukjae, whenever you’re sad, don’t hesitate and come straight to me. My chest and shoulders are here, you can cry all you want, alright? So don’t throw your temper every time when things don’t go in your way anymore okay?” You brushed my hair softly. “Hyukkie?” You tilted your head to the right and blinked once.
That day, I really cried comfortably in your arms.
-
When our love was officially over, our hot-air balloon landed safely on land. I stepped out and it started raining. I smiled. God was kind to me; it gave me something to cover up my tears. It protected my pride, my inner feelings, and as if feeling the catharsis of being piqued, I cried without anyone knowing. I cried.
That day, I really cried devastatingly on my own.
You promised to fly with me in our hot-air balloon, the shooting stars we encountered are the token of our love; you promised you will not leave, will not leave me alone, you will give me abundant of happiness every day, every moment.
“Hyukjae, come on,” You stretched your arm to me from the basket. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll always be here.” You smiled.
Our hot-air balloon rose when the crews slowly released our basket. The higher the balloon went, the tighter I clenched my fist.
“Baah!” You yelled suddenly.
I shot glares at you after I flinched.
“Isn’t it time for you to throw your pride away and come to me now?” You grinned and opened your arms.
I hesitated, but you pulled me closer.
“Donghae,” I waited for your response before continuing. “I wasn’t the one who asked for this alright? I wasn’t.”
You choked on your laughter and cleared your throat after three seconds.
“Alright.” The both of us were sitting down, with you hugging from me in the back, petting my arms, as if loving me unconditionally.
“Hey, Hyukkie,”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s travel around the world with this.”
“Are you insane?” I poked your thigh.
“Yes, I am.”
“I can’t really handle you, seriously.” I grumbled and sighed.
You laughed it off and whispered that you loved me into my ears.
Was I being too temperament? That eternally self-willed me, will bring up lots and lots and lots of fear and abhorrence in you; probably I was relying too much on you, hurt you and you’d wanted to leave actually.
The spacious room echoed the sound of glass breaking. It echoed again. And again. This might be the nth time; there was almost nothing to break anymore.
“You don’t even bother.” I threw one of the last few things at you. “You liar.” Tears were visible, but nobody cared. I kept throwing things at you. I hiccupped once, walked to the glass cabinet and opened it. “Travel, lies.” I broke one souvenir. “I’m always here, lies.” I broke the second one. “I won’t leave you alone, lies.” Third one. “I promise, lies.” I continued breaking, until I was lacking of things to say.
“I love you, lies.” The second last was broken. “Lee Donghae, all lies!” I threw the last one forcefully.
I knelt down and continued to weep. The sobbing wouldn’t stop, the hiccups were occurring more frequently.
“Are you done?” You squatted before me, leveled your face to mine, wiping the tears on my face with your thumb when you pressed your palm on my face. “There is nothing more for you to break, really nothing more.” You coiled your right arm around my neck and brought me towards you. “I’m sorry.” You petted my head after brushing through my hair a couple of times. “I’ll see you home; you’ll get hurt easily here.” You brought me up and pecked on my forehead. “I’m sorry.” You pressed your lips against to mine. “I’m sorry.” You kissed on my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” You rested your lips on my nose for half a minute. You brought your eyes back to me again. “I’m sorry.”
-
“I’m sorry.” It was still pouring heavily; I sat on the ground and leant my back against the basket of our hot-air balloon. “I’m sorry.”
Explanation if this fic had confused you in some way: The hot-air balloon here reflects two things - the real hot-air balloon that Haehyuk actually boarded in the fic and their relationship. The hot-air balloon was like their love, the basket containing them both only, when the fire started, their relationship started. But if you wanted to end this relationship in a forceful way - i.e. not waiting for it to land and get out of it, you'll need the courage to jump down. So Donghae jumped down, which meant he escaped from this relationship with Hyukjae and Hyukjae didn't dare to jump down with him. He was afraid. In the first two paragraphs and the paragraphs where Hyukjae alighted from the hot-air balloon were scenes after the break-up, Hyukjae went to sit the hot-air balloon alone. And yes, the hot-air balloon had great significance in their relationship - it was their hot-air balloon.
Also, one interpretation of mine from the lyrics: the rainy season that was occurring non-stop, causing the raindrops to fall into my eyes - the raindrops meant the protagonist's tears.
A/n: Italics are the lyrics. I hope this shitty fic doesn't ruin your mood or smth. Haha. I just had to write this when I heard this song. Hot-air balloon by AKI. And yeah, fail lyrics translation by me. Comments are still very loved tho ;~;
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Angst
Length: One-shot, 892 words
Summary: The shooting stars we encountered are the token of our love
The shadow of our love had faded, along with the wind, not turning back to me; leaving behind your promises.
Hey Donghae, if we had always been in this basket, how did you manage to get out of it without me knowing? The space was only sufficient for the both of us. When the burner started to fire, we rose toward the sky. Our hot-air balloon remained floating in the clouds, heading to our direction as planned. But since when, did you manage to get out of this hot-air balloon when it’s still in the sky, leaving me floating alone, afraid of jumping down with you?
My solitude brought me to reminiscence. The promises that you made - some fulfilled, some half-fulfilled, and some unfulfilled. The fulfilled promises reflected heartwarming and touching memories - turning back and stabbed me in my heart - brewing more sorrow in me than the happiness I’d experienced. The half-fulfilled promises were lingering in the midst of nowhere - when are you going to finish them? Or rather, when are you going to erase them? The unfulfilled promises - you liar.
Goodbye my darling, the lonely hot-air balloon had deflated; the rainy season that was occurring non-stop, causing the raindrops to fall into my eyes.
“Hyukjae, whenever you’re sad, don’t hesitate and come straight to me. My chest and shoulders are here, you can cry all you want, alright? So don’t throw your temper every time when things don’t go in your way anymore okay?” You brushed my hair softly. “Hyukkie?” You tilted your head to the right and blinked once.
That day, I really cried comfortably in your arms.
-
When our love was officially over, our hot-air balloon landed safely on land. I stepped out and it started raining. I smiled. God was kind to me; it gave me something to cover up my tears. It protected my pride, my inner feelings, and as if feeling the catharsis of being piqued, I cried without anyone knowing. I cried.
That day, I really cried devastatingly on my own.
You promised to fly with me in our hot-air balloon, the shooting stars we encountered are the token of our love; you promised you will not leave, will not leave me alone, you will give me abundant of happiness every day, every moment.
“Hyukjae, come on,” You stretched your arm to me from the basket. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll always be here.” You smiled.
Our hot-air balloon rose when the crews slowly released our basket. The higher the balloon went, the tighter I clenched my fist.
“Baah!” You yelled suddenly.
I shot glares at you after I flinched.
“Isn’t it time for you to throw your pride away and come to me now?” You grinned and opened your arms.
I hesitated, but you pulled me closer.
“Donghae,” I waited for your response before continuing. “I wasn’t the one who asked for this alright? I wasn’t.”
You choked on your laughter and cleared your throat after three seconds.
“Alright.” The both of us were sitting down, with you hugging from me in the back, petting my arms, as if loving me unconditionally.
“Hey, Hyukkie,”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s travel around the world with this.”
“Are you insane?” I poked your thigh.
“Yes, I am.”
“I can’t really handle you, seriously.” I grumbled and sighed.
You laughed it off and whispered that you loved me into my ears.
Was I being too temperament? That eternally self-willed me, will bring up lots and lots and lots of fear and abhorrence in you; probably I was relying too much on you, hurt you and you’d wanted to leave actually.
The spacious room echoed the sound of glass breaking. It echoed again. And again. This might be the nth time; there was almost nothing to break anymore.
“You don’t even bother.” I threw one of the last few things at you. “You liar.” Tears were visible, but nobody cared. I kept throwing things at you. I hiccupped once, walked to the glass cabinet and opened it. “Travel, lies.” I broke one souvenir. “I’m always here, lies.” I broke the second one. “I won’t leave you alone, lies.” Third one. “I promise, lies.” I continued breaking, until I was lacking of things to say.
“I love you, lies.” The second last was broken. “Lee Donghae, all lies!” I threw the last one forcefully.
I knelt down and continued to weep. The sobbing wouldn’t stop, the hiccups were occurring more frequently.
“Are you done?” You squatted before me, leveled your face to mine, wiping the tears on my face with your thumb when you pressed your palm on my face. “There is nothing more for you to break, really nothing more.” You coiled your right arm around my neck and brought me towards you. “I’m sorry.” You petted my head after brushing through my hair a couple of times. “I’ll see you home; you’ll get hurt easily here.” You brought me up and pecked on my forehead. “I’m sorry.” You pressed your lips against to mine. “I’m sorry.” You kissed on my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” You rested your lips on my nose for half a minute. You brought your eyes back to me again. “I’m sorry.”
-
“I’m sorry.” It was still pouring heavily; I sat on the ground and leant my back against the basket of our hot-air balloon. “I’m sorry.”
Explanation if this fic had confused you in some way: The hot-air balloon here reflects two things - the real hot-air balloon that Haehyuk actually boarded in the fic and their relationship. The hot-air balloon was like their love, the basket containing them both only, when the fire started, their relationship started. But if you wanted to end this relationship in a forceful way - i.e. not waiting for it to land and get out of it, you'll need the courage to jump down. So Donghae jumped down, which meant he escaped from this relationship with Hyukjae and Hyukjae didn't dare to jump down with him. He was afraid. In the first two paragraphs and the paragraphs where Hyukjae alighted from the hot-air balloon were scenes after the break-up, Hyukjae went to sit the hot-air balloon alone. And yes, the hot-air balloon had great significance in their relationship - it was their hot-air balloon.
Also, one interpretation of mine from the lyrics: the rainy season that was occurring non-stop, causing the raindrops to fall into my eyes - the raindrops meant the protagonist's tears.
A/n: Italics are the lyrics. I hope this shitty fic doesn't ruin your mood or smth. Haha. I just had to write this when I heard this song. Hot-air balloon by AKI. And yeah, fail lyrics translation by me. Comments are still very loved tho ;~;