[Fanfic] Sound of happiness - trains
Title: Sound of happiness - trains
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Angst
Length: One-shot, 1,593
Summary: That was the sound of happiness; the sound of my happiness.
Dedicated to: yourletterbomb
The wheels of the trains were sliding against the railways, making the sound of their friction echoed in the platforms of the subway. When the trains halted about the same time at their own respective platforms, a few armies of people streamed out from the train. Chatters overlapping the announcement for doors closing and the sound of friction came again next. I sank into the sea of people, having zero vitality to hold my cell phone, letting it alone to stand properly - I heard the sound of happiness… slipping away from me.
-
“Hello,” Still half-awakened, I picked up the call without a second thought when I felt its vibration.
“Late again?” It was as if this voice had a spear engaged with it - it pierced through my ears and shot up to my brain. Sleepiness was almost disappearing.
“Donghae?” I straightened my back and looked around.
The subway was pretty empty. I then glanced over to the opposite platform. I smiled and spoke nothing when I saw a familiar figure that I’d expected.
“You’re very late.”
“I fell asleep.”
“While waiting for the train?”
“Yup.” I grinned
“How many trains do you think you’ve missed?”
“I don’t know - about thirteen?”
“Geez.”
“Sorry, did you rush over here from school?”
“You bet! I was really early for class today. And you’re here, falling asleep on the bench while waiting for the train.”
“Sorry.”
A brief pause was introduced; we then spoke together at the same time the next moment.
“Shall we skip classes?”
Giggles.
-
“Donghae,” A cloud of white steam followed up after I exhaled. “It’s sad.” I threw my head gently on his shoulder.
“What’s sad?”
“Winter is coming to an end.” I pouted. “We can’t snuggle with valid reasons anymore.”
“Why do we even need valid reasons? You can snug at me for all you want.” A train halted; but almost nobody alighted - it was one the last few trains.
“You mean you can snug at me for all you want.” The doors closed and it headed to its next station after that.
“Well, you were the one who expressed that the end of this season is sad.”
Nobody responded.
“Hyukjae?”
I fell asleep.
-
Spring abruptly charged in, and things happened after that were as equally abrupt.
“Hyukjae-ah,”
The first call was ignored.
“Hyukjae,”
Nope, still unanswered.
I watched the trains come and go, not spending a single attention-span on Donghae.
“I’m leaving.” He uttered before he heaved a relatively huge sigh, but I grabbed his wrist, eyes were still not looking at him.
“Don’t…” I gulped. “Leave me.” He turned back to me. “This is the way how I throw a fit. Stay a bit longer, please? This feeling is fading soon.”
He spoke nothing and sat back down, viewing the same thing as I did.
-
‘Hyukjae, even if you say you’re just throwing a fit I am not going to be convinced by that anymore. It’s been weeks and you have not been looking at me straight into the eyes ever since!”He shook me with his hands grabbing my shoulders. “You don’t even bother tell me what I have done wrong.” He brought up my hands. “Hyukjae,”
“Donghae,” I uttered, followed by a deep exhale.
He looked into my eyes with a pair of moist eyes. It was suffocating, I couldn’t speak.
-
The following week I moved to a countryside located at the far end of Korea with my family. There were no trains coming by and going off… within that vicinity.
It was the second summer I was spending in my new home. Apparently this land was my dad’s, so we came back here and decided to lead a simple and quiet life. There was a high school built around the central of the village. I cycled to school every day.
“Hyuk!” I’d more or less gotten used to the accent here. “Quick, we’re gon’ b’late!”
“We won’t. Stop being so paranoid, Jongwoon.” I slowed down my pedaling.
“Nah but, I woke up when mah turt’s called up f’me the third time. Usually it’s da first time.”
“I don’t get you.” I titled my head while aligning our bikes side by side.
“Huh? Wut, city boys’re quite dumb eh?”
I laughed. He was the one who talked.
We paced ourselves slowly towards our classroom after we’d parked our bikes in the station of the school.
“Jongwoon,” I could sense that he was looking at me. “Have you ever board a train before?”
“Trains?”
“Yup.”
“Um, ya’ mean da ones that’ll give off a ‘poo poo’ kinda sound?”
“Uh, not that. It’s kind of like… You know… trains.”
“I don’t g’ya…”
“Well, countryside boys are quite dumb… eh?”
-
During the following winter, I got a call from Donghae.
“Overslept?”
“Nope, school’s close for the month. The snow is piling up too much here.”
“Is it cold there?”
“Uh yeah…”
A silent pause was introduced.
“How have you been?” As if on cue, we spoke together. Just like the past.
I smiled slightly but I wasn’t sure if he did too. We were too far apart; I couldn’t feel his presence anymore.
“No good.” We spoke harmoniously again.
“Why?” He asked me one point five seconds earlier.
“Because I don’t get to hear the sound of trains here.”
“And?”
“There are only fresh goat’s and cow’s milk here.”
“And?”
“Apparently the soil here is not suitable to grow strawberries.”
You gave up.
“And because my reason is the same as yours.”
After a pause was dragged, he hung up.
He never called again.
-
The third winter came. And never had I once forgotten to miss Donghae ever since I moved. Maybe things would go in another cycle if I’d discussed with him. Why, just why, I was completely perplexed. Why couldn’t I suppress the suffocation? Why did I give in? Now we can’t even snuggle, even though we had valid reasons… anymore.
I allowed myself to fall freely onto the snow-cushioned ground. I buried my face in the sea of fluffy white and clenched my fist to endure the sudden penetration of the frostiness of snow. I could feel my head was throbbing and my nose began to get numbed. Eyes closed, I thought of the subway that I’d always went to, the Donghae who would cross his arms staring at me furiously from the opposite platform and the trains that would occasionally block the vision of Donghae away from me.
The sound of the train when its wheels slid on the track, the moment when chatters began to grow louder and moments after the train’s doors were closed, the subway became quiet. The train left for its next stop and when the coast was cleared, you yelled “Hyukjae-ah” from the opposite platform. That was the sound of happiness; the sound of my happiness.
I missed that sound; I wanted to hear it… once more.
After I’d been found lying unconsciously on the ground by my parents they suggested that I should go back to Seoul and get my feelings settled. I called Donghae.
“Donghae?” I spoke when I heard somebody picked up the call.
Silence.
“Are you here?” I paused and looked around. “In the subway?”
I heard the same thing in the phone as what I heard in actual - a train was coming by to my platform.
“Donghae?” I tried to look through the windows of the train when the doors opened. “Where are you?”
“You’re late, very late.” I stopped searching for him and looked down. “Too much.”
For some reason, I didn’t realise I was crying. I felt that there was this huge lump of guilt stuck in my throat. And again, the suffocation began and I was tongue-tied.
The train left and the subway became empty by default once more. I found Donghae standing at the opposite platform and staring at me, expressionlessly.
“Why are you crying, Hyukkie?”
I shook my head.
He took a step closer, almost crossing over the safety line.
The next train for his platform is arriving in no time.
“Hyukjae-ah,” Donghae wanted to continue, but I stopped him.
“Shh,” I smiled although the tears were still flowing down. I closed my eyes. “The sound of… happiness.”
“Hyukjae-ah,” Donghae smiled, in tears too. “What about my sound of… happiness?”
Donghae stepped forward again, getting closer to the track.
“Donghae?” I stared at him, mouth opened fairly wide.
“Hyukjae-ah,” He continued to move forward. “I’m tired of waiting.”
And the train was really coming in no time.
“I’m tired…” Donghae dropped his phone, together with himself to the track. The train came, screams were heard and I didn’t know - I didn’t want to know. That wasn’t the sound that I’ve always yearned for. And when I’d finally realised, it was the sound of happiness… slipping away from me.
I tried to search for another sound of happiness. I searched inside out of the world and when I found one, I felt relieved, really relieved. It was as if all thinking processes were stopped, you didn’t have to move an inch, there was a pain, but just a temporary one and you’d find yourself feeling nothing at the end of the day. The moment when I heard the sound of the train coming by, the moment when I heard something massively impacted on my body, the moment when I heard nothing, Donghae’s image floated up in the drab vision of mine. I think I smiled, because I think I heard the sound of happiness... once again.
“Hyukjae-ah,”
A/n: Nope, this is not a please-don't-say-inspired-fic. The idea was thought before that (but I'll have to admit that it gave me feels). I'm going to make this as a one-shot series - all revolving around 'Sound of happiness'. The pairings and genre might vary and the updates will be indefinite. It's not like a chapter-fic but it's just one-shots with diff scenarios and storyline. So this one story is for Jeralyn ^^ Hope you'll like it~ But needless to say, comments are highly appreciate too :D
Pairing: Haehyuk
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Angst
Length: One-shot, 1,593
Summary: That was the sound of happiness; the sound of my happiness.
Dedicated to: yourletterbomb
The wheels of the trains were sliding against the railways, making the sound of their friction echoed in the platforms of the subway. When the trains halted about the same time at their own respective platforms, a few armies of people streamed out from the train. Chatters overlapping the announcement for doors closing and the sound of friction came again next. I sank into the sea of people, having zero vitality to hold my cell phone, letting it alone to stand properly - I heard the sound of happiness… slipping away from me.
-
“Hello,” Still half-awakened, I picked up the call without a second thought when I felt its vibration.
“Late again?” It was as if this voice had a spear engaged with it - it pierced through my ears and shot up to my brain. Sleepiness was almost disappearing.
“Donghae?” I straightened my back and looked around.
The subway was pretty empty. I then glanced over to the opposite platform. I smiled and spoke nothing when I saw a familiar figure that I’d expected.
“You’re very late.”
“I fell asleep.”
“While waiting for the train?”
“Yup.” I grinned
“How many trains do you think you’ve missed?”
“I don’t know - about thirteen?”
“Geez.”
“Sorry, did you rush over here from school?”
“You bet! I was really early for class today. And you’re here, falling asleep on the bench while waiting for the train.”
“Sorry.”
A brief pause was introduced; we then spoke together at the same time the next moment.
“Shall we skip classes?”
Giggles.
-
“Donghae,” A cloud of white steam followed up after I exhaled. “It’s sad.” I threw my head gently on his shoulder.
“What’s sad?”
“Winter is coming to an end.” I pouted. “We can’t snuggle with valid reasons anymore.”
“Why do we even need valid reasons? You can snug at me for all you want.” A train halted; but almost nobody alighted - it was one the last few trains.
“You mean you can snug at me for all you want.” The doors closed and it headed to its next station after that.
“Well, you were the one who expressed that the end of this season is sad.”
Nobody responded.
“Hyukjae?”
I fell asleep.
-
Spring abruptly charged in, and things happened after that were as equally abrupt.
“Hyukjae-ah,”
The first call was ignored.
“Hyukjae,”
Nope, still unanswered.
I watched the trains come and go, not spending a single attention-span on Donghae.
“I’m leaving.” He uttered before he heaved a relatively huge sigh, but I grabbed his wrist, eyes were still not looking at him.
“Don’t…” I gulped. “Leave me.” He turned back to me. “This is the way how I throw a fit. Stay a bit longer, please? This feeling is fading soon.”
He spoke nothing and sat back down, viewing the same thing as I did.
-
‘Hyukjae, even if you say you’re just throwing a fit I am not going to be convinced by that anymore. It’s been weeks and you have not been looking at me straight into the eyes ever since!”He shook me with his hands grabbing my shoulders. “You don’t even bother tell me what I have done wrong.” He brought up my hands. “Hyukjae,”
“Donghae,” I uttered, followed by a deep exhale.
He looked into my eyes with a pair of moist eyes. It was suffocating, I couldn’t speak.
-
The following week I moved to a countryside located at the far end of Korea with my family. There were no trains coming by and going off… within that vicinity.
It was the second summer I was spending in my new home. Apparently this land was my dad’s, so we came back here and decided to lead a simple and quiet life. There was a high school built around the central of the village. I cycled to school every day.
“Hyuk!” I’d more or less gotten used to the accent here. “Quick, we’re gon’ b’late!”
“We won’t. Stop being so paranoid, Jongwoon.” I slowed down my pedaling.
“Nah but, I woke up when mah turt’s called up f’me the third time. Usually it’s da first time.”
“I don’t get you.” I titled my head while aligning our bikes side by side.
“Huh? Wut, city boys’re quite dumb eh?”
I laughed. He was the one who talked.
We paced ourselves slowly towards our classroom after we’d parked our bikes in the station of the school.
“Jongwoon,” I could sense that he was looking at me. “Have you ever board a train before?”
“Trains?”
“Yup.”
“Um, ya’ mean da ones that’ll give off a ‘poo poo’ kinda sound?”
“Uh, not that. It’s kind of like… You know… trains.”
“I don’t g’ya…”
“Well, countryside boys are quite dumb… eh?”
-
During the following winter, I got a call from Donghae.
“Overslept?”
“Nope, school’s close for the month. The snow is piling up too much here.”
“Is it cold there?”
“Uh yeah…”
A silent pause was introduced.
“How have you been?” As if on cue, we spoke together. Just like the past.
I smiled slightly but I wasn’t sure if he did too. We were too far apart; I couldn’t feel his presence anymore.
“No good.” We spoke harmoniously again.
“Why?” He asked me one point five seconds earlier.
“Because I don’t get to hear the sound of trains here.”
“And?”
“There are only fresh goat’s and cow’s milk here.”
“And?”
“Apparently the soil here is not suitable to grow strawberries.”
You gave up.
“And because my reason is the same as yours.”
After a pause was dragged, he hung up.
He never called again.
-
The third winter came. And never had I once forgotten to miss Donghae ever since I moved. Maybe things would go in another cycle if I’d discussed with him. Why, just why, I was completely perplexed. Why couldn’t I suppress the suffocation? Why did I give in? Now we can’t even snuggle, even though we had valid reasons… anymore.
I allowed myself to fall freely onto the snow-cushioned ground. I buried my face in the sea of fluffy white and clenched my fist to endure the sudden penetration of the frostiness of snow. I could feel my head was throbbing and my nose began to get numbed. Eyes closed, I thought of the subway that I’d always went to, the Donghae who would cross his arms staring at me furiously from the opposite platform and the trains that would occasionally block the vision of Donghae away from me.
The sound of the train when its wheels slid on the track, the moment when chatters began to grow louder and moments after the train’s doors were closed, the subway became quiet. The train left for its next stop and when the coast was cleared, you yelled “Hyukjae-ah” from the opposite platform. That was the sound of happiness; the sound of my happiness.
I missed that sound; I wanted to hear it… once more.
After I’d been found lying unconsciously on the ground by my parents they suggested that I should go back to Seoul and get my feelings settled. I called Donghae.
“Donghae?” I spoke when I heard somebody picked up the call.
Silence.
“Are you here?” I paused and looked around. “In the subway?”
I heard the same thing in the phone as what I heard in actual - a train was coming by to my platform.
“Donghae?” I tried to look through the windows of the train when the doors opened. “Where are you?”
“You’re late, very late.” I stopped searching for him and looked down. “Too much.”
For some reason, I didn’t realise I was crying. I felt that there was this huge lump of guilt stuck in my throat. And again, the suffocation began and I was tongue-tied.
The train left and the subway became empty by default once more. I found Donghae standing at the opposite platform and staring at me, expressionlessly.
“Why are you crying, Hyukkie?”
I shook my head.
He took a step closer, almost crossing over the safety line.
The next train for his platform is arriving in no time.
“Hyukjae-ah,” Donghae wanted to continue, but I stopped him.
“Shh,” I smiled although the tears were still flowing down. I closed my eyes. “The sound of… happiness.”
“Hyukjae-ah,” Donghae smiled, in tears too. “What about my sound of… happiness?”
Donghae stepped forward again, getting closer to the track.
“Donghae?” I stared at him, mouth opened fairly wide.
“Hyukjae-ah,” He continued to move forward. “I’m tired of waiting.”
And the train was really coming in no time.
“I’m tired…” Donghae dropped his phone, together with himself to the track. The train came, screams were heard and I didn’t know - I didn’t want to know. That wasn’t the sound that I’ve always yearned for. And when I’d finally realised, it was the sound of happiness… slipping away from me.
I tried to search for another sound of happiness. I searched inside out of the world and when I found one, I felt relieved, really relieved. It was as if all thinking processes were stopped, you didn’t have to move an inch, there was a pain, but just a temporary one and you’d find yourself feeling nothing at the end of the day. The moment when I heard the sound of the train coming by, the moment when I heard something massively impacted on my body, the moment when I heard nothing, Donghae’s image floated up in the drab vision of mine. I think I smiled, because I think I heard the sound of happiness... once again.
“Hyukjae-ah,”
A/n: Nope, this is not a please-don't-say-inspired-fic. The idea was thought before that (but I'll have to admit that it gave me feels). I'm going to make this as a one-shot series - all revolving around 'Sound of happiness'. The pairings and genre might vary and the updates will be indefinite. It's not like a chapter-fic but it's just one-shots with diff scenarios and storyline. So this one story is for Jeralyn ^^ Hope you'll like it~ But needless to say, comments are highly appreciate too :D