Chimes [in the distant]
Title: Chimes [in the distance]
Fandom: Infinite
Pairing: Hoya/Woohyun
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Summary: Everything has a focal point, the resonance echoing away, drawing different, parallel lines.
Who would have thought, that catastrophe strikes unexpectedly seven years after, ominous predicaments and aligned stars and whatnot.
There’s only two minutes and fifty one seconds, everything has turned chaotic. Echoing screams of anguish and blood, Hoya couldn’t even decide which of the two was more painful, dying in agony or watching the world break and fold on itself.
Dead static replaced once popular radio stations, fallen power lines, broken gravel and rubble decorated the once flourishing streets. Shattered glass, dying fires that will surely fizzle out when the wave hits, emptiness.
One minute and thirty two seconds, there’s just enough time to make one last phone call.
He was the one Hoya would call, without a doubt. Sungjong spent enough time with the both of them to pick up the careful undertones, but a quick ushering and dismissal banished the accusations. It was inconceivable, that he would have a crush on Woohyun, and Hoya never did get that secret note hidden beneath his pillow case, blasted Sungyeol choosing to do the cleaning on the wrong day.
One minute and eleven seconds.
There’s hope, the line connected, the dull, hollow drone was something Hoya prayed he could hear, and he closes his eyes when the line disconnects. The last attempt has been made, the final move, the crown once again threatened. The crescent of the wave is slowly appearing behind tall skyscrapers, gushing towards them, check mate.
Forty three seconds.
The final scene, the dying chimes, the spoken tragedy, perish in the name of love, to die with blood stained tears on the corner of the sleeve, the wilted flower pressed dryly and encased in a sheet of plastic.
I love you, words that were said but not meant, the playful, joyous tone rather than the affectionate. Words that will be carried on, engraved into mournful gusts, the dying chimes playing it’s melody.
Fifteen seconds.
The last thing I can do is keep the memories of him close, the memoirs of us shielded and protected, because our love can transcend through time and space and
Silence.
The wind chimes dangling by the front window began to waver against a particular strong gust of wind, and Woohyun looks up at the front porch, his grip on the wooden spoon stopping the gyrations, the batter almost ready.
He sifted a bit more flour into the mixing bowl, folding the pale blue batter together. It was a new recipe, blueberry scones, and he sincerely hoped that it would turn out better than the batch of cupcakes.
The chimes rustled again, and Woohyun couldn’t help but smile. They finally saved up enough for a modest house in the suburbs, a small hybrid car. They have a tiny garden at the back, most of the time hidden from the laundry drying on the clothesline. Woohyun wasn’t much of a gardener, but flowers weren’t too difficult to attend to, just the occasional sprinkle of water, nature did the rest.
Two minutes and twenty six seconds until the scones were done, golden brown and the powdered sugar waiting on the counter. Baking was carefree, finish the batter and slide into the preheated oven, simple and easy, except Hoya never really had the patience for that.
The scones were tucked away in the oven, a quick wipe down of the counter top. He was sure that Dongwoo would like whatever he bakes, but Hoya had a sharper tongue. The good thing was it helped polish recipes and the like, and Woohyun would always complain about it, but he secretly didn’t mind.
One minute and thirty seconds until the water starts to boil.
No one can resist lasagne, and one can never have too much lasagne, rule of thumb. Pastas were simple, boil, sauté a meat of choice to get the fats out and simmer the sauce away. A touch of garlic and onion, a dash of salt and pepper and finely chopped herb of choice, perfectly hearty and presentable.
Fifty one seconds.
Hoya was never fond of sour flavours, but that tiny hint of lime juice and lime zest always added the perfect final touch. Roll the lime before squeezing, just to get the juices flowing, simple and efficient way to juice any citrus fruits. Woohyun squeezed half a lime over the tray, the thin layer of melted parmesan cheese to pack the extra flavour.
The front door clicked, and Woohyun felt his smile widen as he leaned against the counter, the love of his life kicking off his leather shoes.