[MOD GIFT] (All We Know) Touch and Go (B-Bomb/P.O/Zico) for REMPLISSANT
For: remplissant
Title: (All We Know) Touch and Go
Pairing: B-Bomb/P.O/Zico
Summary: It was a summer he would never forget. But memories are easily stolen.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1468
Jiho, the hero of light, travels across the universe to combat the shadows lurking throughout. This leads him to many places, but it has yet to lead him to the one he craves the most.
Yet, he continues.
A memory of something great, something nice, flashes in Jiho's mind. A boy stands amongst dark trees with his eyes toward the sky. The boy is saying something. Something important, Jiho is sure. But like all of his other visions, this one fades when he awakens.
"You're sleeping forever away. We have things to do, you know," Kyung says as he slides on one of his boots.
Jiho forces his lids to drop, hoping it would summon the dream back. Instead, he summons painful poking episodes from Kyung.
"Alright, let's get going!"
It happens along a path that borders the Realm of Darkness, and he follows it. Just as he had dreamt, the dirt trail winds around sinister trees and not the other way around.
"Jiho, where are you going?" Kyung asks from a distance. Jiho has no time to explain, even less time to capture what he may remember.
He comes across a piece of road where nothing lives, and it feels familiar. As does the man that now stands between him and the rest of his dream.
"Excuse me, I need to go," Jiho says impatiently yet politely.
The man turns at the sound of his voice and does nothing but stare. Well, Jiho isn't sure if the man is staring or not. A thick black robe covers the man's body, a hood hides the face.
And almost like a dream, the man speaks. "Jihoon?"
Jiho shakes his head; he really doesn't have time for delusions, especially someone else's. "No. My name is Jiho, and I really need to pass by you."
"Jihoon, it's nice to see you again."
"For the last time, I'm not Jihoon!"
The man's chuckle is muffled in the darkness. "Of course, you are. I know you, would know you anywhere."
"Clearly not, because I'm Jiho. We haven't met, and honestly, I hope we never do again."
"But we will. Destiny." The man's arms raise toward the sky; Jiho wishes he would save his stupid reunification joy for an acutal reunion.
"Look, I gotta go. So can you like, leave?" Jiho asks, frustration filling his voice to the point of anger.
The man lowers his arms. "Don't worry, Jihoon. We will meet again."
He starts to fade away into nothing as he says, "Oh, and Jiho? I know you better than you think. This will not be the last you see of me."
The tower is empty when Jihoon climbs up. It's the peak of summer, when the heat is overwhelming and all Jihoon can do is lick sea salt and ice cream from his hands. He can almost see the beach from here, almost hear the waves. Maybe they will go soon.
He stretches out in what's left of the sun, sticking what's left of his ice cream into his mouth. His teeth tap against the stick as he waits for his friends.
They seem to be busier now; Jihoon hopes this means the plan is a success. He doesn't know what all the plan entails, but he knows the basics. He gathers hearts in hopes of gaining his own. Well, the one he lost.
Minhyuk had told him what it is like to have a heart, to know what it means. But Jihoon decides if he gets one of his own, then he can understand what Minhyuk had said about love.
As the wind picks up, Jihoon climbs down the tower, careful not to look down. Once on the ground, he pulls the stick from his mouth. There in red reads WINNER.
"Where are you going?" Minhyuk whispers as loudly as possible.
Jihoon stares at the horizon. The light is barely there, just like it's always been, will always be.
"I've got to do this. I have to know."
Minhyuk rakes his fingers through his hair. "But if they find out, they'll." Minhyuk goes silent with the prospect of their fates, the existence they have.
"Look, no one has to know," Jihoon starts. His face contorts into a wry smile, "Nobody will miss me anyway."
Minhyuk watches as Jihoon leaves, unsure of how to let go of someone that was never meant to be. But they are. The dark seems stronger, though he knows the sky is a constant.
When Jihoon is no longer in sight, he softly says, "You're right, Jihoon. Nobody misses you."
The town seems to shine despite the lack of sunlight.
"Jiho, where are you going?"
Jiho pauses midstep to contemplate Kyung's question. To be honest, he has no idea what he's doing or why he's here or how everything seems so familiar.
"Just wanted to check everything out, and you know, maybe head to the beach for a bit."
"Is there a beach here?"
Jiho looks up at the sky, focusing on the tower that reaches the clouds there. "I have no idea, but maybe? We could check it out from that tower."
The smell weaves through the breeze. That smell brings back an image of a boy, perhaps his own age, eating something sweet and salty. Like the rush of the waves and the warmth of summer.
"Jiho, are you okay? Jiho?"
The world goes dark with a thud on the pavement.
Jihoon sees Jiho when the world around them stops, just for a moment. But a moment was enough.
Before Jiho strikes the final blow to rid the world of filth-of the nothing that Jihoon is-Jihoon smiles.
"You know, you're a good other."
"What are you talking about?" Jiho asks.
The question echoes off the walls. Jiho is alone. Maybe he always is, never is. He isn't sure anymore.
"I'm what?" Jihoon asks the cloaked man.
The wind whistles through the trees on the edge of darkness. The man laughs. "You are nothing. That is all you will ever be. Unless."
Jihoon blinks. "Unless what? I want to know who I am."
"I have said enough already. You must first refill the kingdom, then you will have your answers."
In the middle of what he supposes is night, while Minhyuk is away, Jihoon climbs the tower alone. Only this time it is intentional.
The sun is still soft; the air tastes of the sea. And he is reminded of the reason he ventured here.
The popsicle stick rests by a seashell. Maybe nobody will remember him, but maybe that's how it should be.
Jiho walks past the umbrellas neatly tucked in the sand. On a bench by the water, a black-clad man sits. The man must sense his presence or hear the squeak of feet in hot sand.
"Ah, Jiho, we meet again," the man says as he pulls down his hood. He tosses a popsicle stick at Jiho; it reads WINNER in bright red letters. "I've been eating them everyday for a year now. Now, we're even."
"You said you know me, but I don't remember. Who are you?" Jiho says. His fingers instinctively wrap around the stick.
The man laughs. "The name's Minhyuk. Got it memorized?"
Jiho watches as the man, as Minhyuk, fades from view. He feels his left arm tingle, and it raises on it's own accord. Like trying to call back something. Call back someone. Minhyuk?
"Gah, Jiho. I swear if you run off again, I'll put you on a leash." Kyung bends over, resting his palms on bent knees and breathing like he may never do so again. "What are you doing?"
Jiho pulls his arm back down. It is still numb, and he feels something wet on his face.
As he wipes under his eyes, Jiho holds up the stick he was given. "Think this is good for a free sea salt ice cream. Want one?"
"I don't know. Are they any good?"
"They have to be."
Jihoon, born through darkness yet lives because of light. He's rejected from both, but he belongs to both despite it all. He should have never existed.
But he does.
"Jiho," Jihoon whispers to the sleeping body.
The other boy doesn't move, barely breathes. His eyes are closed, and Jihoon suspects that maybe Jiho is dreaming. Maybe that's all he is. Maybe that's all he ever was. A dream.
"You know, Jiho, you're lucky. Looks like my summer vacation is over."
Two boys breathe in the darkness, neither have hearts. The heart they share is mending, and Jihoon knows that it's now or never.
Jihoon loses himself in the thoughts of Jiho, always there and waiting.
Jiho wakes up alone in the dark with an image of a boy in his mind. An image of a boy and the taste of summer.
Title: (All We Know) Touch and Go
Pairing: B-Bomb/P.O/Zico
Summary: It was a summer he would never forget. But memories are easily stolen.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1468
Jiho, the hero of light, travels across the universe to combat the shadows lurking throughout. This leads him to many places, but it has yet to lead him to the one he craves the most.
Yet, he continues.
A memory of something great, something nice, flashes in Jiho's mind. A boy stands amongst dark trees with his eyes toward the sky. The boy is saying something. Something important, Jiho is sure. But like all of his other visions, this one fades when he awakens.
"You're sleeping forever away. We have things to do, you know," Kyung says as he slides on one of his boots.
Jiho forces his lids to drop, hoping it would summon the dream back. Instead, he summons painful poking episodes from Kyung.
"Alright, let's get going!"
It happens along a path that borders the Realm of Darkness, and he follows it. Just as he had dreamt, the dirt trail winds around sinister trees and not the other way around.
"Jiho, where are you going?" Kyung asks from a distance. Jiho has no time to explain, even less time to capture what he may remember.
He comes across a piece of road where nothing lives, and it feels familiar. As does the man that now stands between him and the rest of his dream.
"Excuse me, I need to go," Jiho says impatiently yet politely.
The man turns at the sound of his voice and does nothing but stare. Well, Jiho isn't sure if the man is staring or not. A thick black robe covers the man's body, a hood hides the face.
And almost like a dream, the man speaks. "Jihoon?"
Jiho shakes his head; he really doesn't have time for delusions, especially someone else's. "No. My name is Jiho, and I really need to pass by you."
"Jihoon, it's nice to see you again."
"For the last time, I'm not Jihoon!"
The man's chuckle is muffled in the darkness. "Of course, you are. I know you, would know you anywhere."
"Clearly not, because I'm Jiho. We haven't met, and honestly, I hope we never do again."
"But we will. Destiny." The man's arms raise toward the sky; Jiho wishes he would save his stupid reunification joy for an acutal reunion.
"Look, I gotta go. So can you like, leave?" Jiho asks, frustration filling his voice to the point of anger.
The man lowers his arms. "Don't worry, Jihoon. We will meet again."
He starts to fade away into nothing as he says, "Oh, and Jiho? I know you better than you think. This will not be the last you see of me."
The tower is empty when Jihoon climbs up. It's the peak of summer, when the heat is overwhelming and all Jihoon can do is lick sea salt and ice cream from his hands. He can almost see the beach from here, almost hear the waves. Maybe they will go soon.
He stretches out in what's left of the sun, sticking what's left of his ice cream into his mouth. His teeth tap against the stick as he waits for his friends.
They seem to be busier now; Jihoon hopes this means the plan is a success. He doesn't know what all the plan entails, but he knows the basics. He gathers hearts in hopes of gaining his own. Well, the one he lost.
Minhyuk had told him what it is like to have a heart, to know what it means. But Jihoon decides if he gets one of his own, then he can understand what Minhyuk had said about love.
As the wind picks up, Jihoon climbs down the tower, careful not to look down. Once on the ground, he pulls the stick from his mouth. There in red reads WINNER.
"Where are you going?" Minhyuk whispers as loudly as possible.
Jihoon stares at the horizon. The light is barely there, just like it's always been, will always be.
"I've got to do this. I have to know."
Minhyuk rakes his fingers through his hair. "But if they find out, they'll." Minhyuk goes silent with the prospect of their fates, the existence they have.
"Look, no one has to know," Jihoon starts. His face contorts into a wry smile, "Nobody will miss me anyway."
Minhyuk watches as Jihoon leaves, unsure of how to let go of someone that was never meant to be. But they are. The dark seems stronger, though he knows the sky is a constant.
When Jihoon is no longer in sight, he softly says, "You're right, Jihoon. Nobody misses you."
The town seems to shine despite the lack of sunlight.
"Jiho, where are you going?"
Jiho pauses midstep to contemplate Kyung's question. To be honest, he has no idea what he's doing or why he's here or how everything seems so familiar.
"Just wanted to check everything out, and you know, maybe head to the beach for a bit."
"Is there a beach here?"
Jiho looks up at the sky, focusing on the tower that reaches the clouds there. "I have no idea, but maybe? We could check it out from that tower."
The smell weaves through the breeze. That smell brings back an image of a boy, perhaps his own age, eating something sweet and salty. Like the rush of the waves and the warmth of summer.
"Jiho, are you okay? Jiho?"
The world goes dark with a thud on the pavement.
Jihoon sees Jiho when the world around them stops, just for a moment. But a moment was enough.
Before Jiho strikes the final blow to rid the world of filth-of the nothing that Jihoon is-Jihoon smiles.
"You know, you're a good other."
"What are you talking about?" Jiho asks.
The question echoes off the walls. Jiho is alone. Maybe he always is, never is. He isn't sure anymore.
"I'm what?" Jihoon asks the cloaked man.
The wind whistles through the trees on the edge of darkness. The man laughs. "You are nothing. That is all you will ever be. Unless."
Jihoon blinks. "Unless what? I want to know who I am."
"I have said enough already. You must first refill the kingdom, then you will have your answers."
In the middle of what he supposes is night, while Minhyuk is away, Jihoon climbs the tower alone. Only this time it is intentional.
The sun is still soft; the air tastes of the sea. And he is reminded of the reason he ventured here.
The popsicle stick rests by a seashell. Maybe nobody will remember him, but maybe that's how it should be.
Jiho walks past the umbrellas neatly tucked in the sand. On a bench by the water, a black-clad man sits. The man must sense his presence or hear the squeak of feet in hot sand.
"Ah, Jiho, we meet again," the man says as he pulls down his hood. He tosses a popsicle stick at Jiho; it reads WINNER in bright red letters. "I've been eating them everyday for a year now. Now, we're even."
"You said you know me, but I don't remember. Who are you?" Jiho says. His fingers instinctively wrap around the stick.
The man laughs. "The name's Minhyuk. Got it memorized?"
Jiho watches as the man, as Minhyuk, fades from view. He feels his left arm tingle, and it raises on it's own accord. Like trying to call back something. Call back someone. Minhyuk?
"Gah, Jiho. I swear if you run off again, I'll put you on a leash." Kyung bends over, resting his palms on bent knees and breathing like he may never do so again. "What are you doing?"
Jiho pulls his arm back down. It is still numb, and he feels something wet on his face.
As he wipes under his eyes, Jiho holds up the stick he was given. "Think this is good for a free sea salt ice cream. Want one?"
"I don't know. Are they any good?"
"They have to be."
Jihoon, born through darkness yet lives because of light. He's rejected from both, but he belongs to both despite it all. He should have never existed.
But he does.
"Jiho," Jihoon whispers to the sleeping body.
The other boy doesn't move, barely breathes. His eyes are closed, and Jihoon suspects that maybe Jiho is dreaming. Maybe that's all he is. Maybe that's all he ever was. A dream.
"You know, Jiho, you're lucky. Looks like my summer vacation is over."
Two boys breathe in the darkness, neither have hearts. The heart they share is mending, and Jihoon knows that it's now or never.
Jihoon loses himself in the thoughts of Jiho, always there and waiting.
Jiho wakes up alone in the dark with an image of a boy in his mind. An image of a boy and the taste of summer.