with eyes to see and ears to hear
because listening to sleeping with sirens acoustic album while being in a confused isn't a good idea- neither is listening to get scared while wanting to rip my hair off.
a special shoutout to hongbins for being such a cutie pie and the bestest ;u;
this fic is specially dedicated to the audrey hepburn to my james dean (sleeping with sirens reference ftw), the hikaru to my kaoru! even though we haven't known each other for a long time, we just...clicked, and we have so much in similar it's scary sometimes- buT OUR TIMEZONES FRICK THINGS OVER i still love you though ♥ (try to catch the sleeping with sirens reference inside the fic and i'll give ya more twincest) bye i wrote like a paragraph on you pls accept my love queen of all senpais
Masses of people were a blur to him. Shapes, faces, eyes- Everything and nothing. It all went past him, with no concrete form or face, no concrete voice. Nothing. Nothing besides his body moving in front of a mirror, music blasting through the speakers of the small. Nothing besides the objects that surrounded him. Nothing besides the tears that run down his cheeks practically every night.
It wasn’t a sickness, neither was it a disease. It was just Hakyeon.
The male felt like the wall where he was pressed against was shaking just as much as he was, his frail and thin arms wrapped around his own body frame. It wasn’t anything exactly new for him- the feeling of being crushed between the walls seemingly tightening around his frame, the feeling of losing control over his own self was something that over the years, the black haired male had learnt to cope with. What he was not used to, was the two strange hands that placed over his shoulders; the male swore his breath got stuck on his throat as he opened his eyes.
Things for once weren’t blurry.
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“Do you believe in destiny?”
“Not exactly. I only believe in what I can see clearly.”
“But you don’t exactly see me clearly.”
“I don’t need to do so...it’s because it’s you.”
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Their first meeting had been surprisingly clear, despite his condition. It wasn’t a disease, neither a sickness. The doctors couldn’t actually find a real answer for the question of ‘why my son can only see my face in a picture?’.
It wasn’t a problem for Hakyeon, though. Weren’t people just a mess of blurs and undefined spots in a physic space that just moved around the things they had built?
He was a small kid, and he didn’t understood why his mom cried herself to sleep sometimes. Or why the kids in his school didn’t approach him. Wasn’t it like that to everyone?
It wasn’t.
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“Hakyeon, don’t do this-I can’t live without you.
Not like there’s life left in me, but please-don’t.”
“I-”
“It’s going to be okay.”
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Hakyeon’s whole body was trembling once again, but not for the same reasons as the ones in the first time he met the taller and more quiet male; this time, Taekwoon (he had learned the other’s name on their second meeting, five exact months ago, he also had learned that the younger had a beautiful (but dark and slightly scary) v-shaped scar on his back and an even more beautiful smile) was on top of him and his breath was ghosting over the older’s chest. It all made him feel dizzy, made him dig his nails on the younger’s bare back as he arched his own, looking for more contact. The lights were on and for the second time, he could clearly see Taekwoon’s face: sweat was dripping from his forehead and Hakyeon marveled with the other’s sharp jawline and lips, lips that he soon joined with Hakyeon’s once again.
The younger was now three fingers knuckle-deep and scissoring him wide open, his lips curving up into a slight-but noticeable grin- as long and slightly high pitched moans escaped from Hakyeon’s lips.
As their catched their breath and the younger wrapped one arm around the shorter protectively, it was the first time that Hakyeon saw a single tear fall from Taekwoon’s left eye, as he mumbled a gentle “I saw you- You are truly an angel, Taekwoon.”
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“Why did you ended up in that place?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
“...Taekwoon- Why?”
“I came here to see you. ”
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“Hakyeon...nobody’s going to feel your pain. No one’s going to be able to love you if you don’t decide to approach people on your own.” Taekwoon’s voice was loud, clear and serious as he hovered over the older male. “Please, let me love you.” His voice was softer now as his face was mere inches away from the other’s.
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“If I told you that you are an angel, would you believe me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I am not an angel. I like to believe I’m just Taekwoon.”
“Just Taekwoon is angelic enough for me.”
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Slowly and painfully, Hakyeon started to be able to watch people. To define their faces, their body shapes, the way that their eyes formed slight crescent moons when they laughed too hard. He could also see the way his mother’s eyes shone with tears the first time he placed a kiss on both of her cheeks before going to sleep, the way his own eyes brimmed with tears the first time he could actually face this particular classmate that always was kind enough to do school projects with him or fill him in with the latest gossip, the classmate that had managed to skip a couple of years of school because of his brain.
He knew it was all Taekwoon’s work.
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“Why are you around me?”
“I somehow- I felt an instant connection when I saw you.
Something just…clicked.”
“I...know. It was weird.”
“I couldn’t find it even more perfect.”
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Hakyeon was a curious soul by nature. There were many things that made him lose sleep over the nights; mostly about the things he learnt in school, both as a kid and a teenager. Lately, all that plagued his mind when late at night Taekwoon’s arm wrapped around his waist protectively was the other male.
How did he found him that morning? He made sure to lock everything, to keep as quiet as he could- Why did he even talk to him?
Over the years, he came to the conclusion that it was just Taekwoon.
And maybe just Taekwoon was even more than what he could ever wish for, even though the younger denied that.
a special shoutout to hongbins for being such a cutie pie and the bestest ;u;
this fic is specially dedicated to the audrey hepburn to my james dean (sleeping with sirens reference ftw), the hikaru to my kaoru! even though we haven't known each other for a long time, we just...clicked, and we have so much in similar it's scary sometimes- buT OUR TIMEZONES FRICK THINGS OVER i still love you though ♥ (try to catch the sleeping with sirens reference inside the fic and i'll give ya more twincest) bye i wrote like a paragraph on you pls accept my love queen of all senpais
Masses of people were a blur to him. Shapes, faces, eyes- Everything and nothing. It all went past him, with no concrete form or face, no concrete voice. Nothing. Nothing besides his body moving in front of a mirror, music blasting through the speakers of the small. Nothing besides the objects that surrounded him. Nothing besides the tears that run down his cheeks practically every night.
It wasn’t a sickness, neither was it a disease. It was just Hakyeon.
The male felt like the wall where he was pressed against was shaking just as much as he was, his frail and thin arms wrapped around his own body frame. It wasn’t anything exactly new for him- the feeling of being crushed between the walls seemingly tightening around his frame, the feeling of losing control over his own self was something that over the years, the black haired male had learnt to cope with. What he was not used to, was the two strange hands that placed over his shoulders; the male swore his breath got stuck on his throat as he opened his eyes.
Things for once weren’t blurry.
--------
“Do you believe in destiny?”
“Not exactly. I only believe in what I can see clearly.”
“But you don’t exactly see me clearly.”
“I don’t need to do so...it’s because it’s you.”
--------
Their first meeting had been surprisingly clear, despite his condition. It wasn’t a disease, neither a sickness. The doctors couldn’t actually find a real answer for the question of ‘why my son can only see my face in a picture?’.
It wasn’t a problem for Hakyeon, though. Weren’t people just a mess of blurs and undefined spots in a physic space that just moved around the things they had built?
He was a small kid, and he didn’t understood why his mom cried herself to sleep sometimes. Or why the kids in his school didn’t approach him. Wasn’t it like that to everyone?
It wasn’t.
--------
“Hakyeon, don’t do this-I can’t live without you.
Not like there’s life left in me, but please-don’t.”
“I-”
“It’s going to be okay.”
--------
Hakyeon’s whole body was trembling once again, but not for the same reasons as the ones in the first time he met the taller and more quiet male; this time, Taekwoon (he had learned the other’s name on their second meeting, five exact months ago, he also had learned that the younger had a beautiful (but dark and slightly scary) v-shaped scar on his back and an even more beautiful smile) was on top of him and his breath was ghosting over the older’s chest. It all made him feel dizzy, made him dig his nails on the younger’s bare back as he arched his own, looking for more contact. The lights were on and for the second time, he could clearly see Taekwoon’s face: sweat was dripping from his forehead and Hakyeon marveled with the other’s sharp jawline and lips, lips that he soon joined with Hakyeon’s once again.
The younger was now three fingers knuckle-deep and scissoring him wide open, his lips curving up into a slight-but noticeable grin- as long and slightly high pitched moans escaped from Hakyeon’s lips.
As their catched their breath and the younger wrapped one arm around the shorter protectively, it was the first time that Hakyeon saw a single tear fall from Taekwoon’s left eye, as he mumbled a gentle “I saw you- You are truly an angel, Taekwoon.”
--------
“Why did you ended up in that place?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
“...Taekwoon- Why?”
“I came here to see you. ”
--------
“Hakyeon...nobody’s going to feel your pain. No one’s going to be able to love you if you don’t decide to approach people on your own.” Taekwoon’s voice was loud, clear and serious as he hovered over the older male. “Please, let me love you.” His voice was softer now as his face was mere inches away from the other’s.
--------
“If I told you that you are an angel, would you believe me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I am not an angel. I like to believe I’m just Taekwoon.”
“Just Taekwoon is angelic enough for me.”
--------
Slowly and painfully, Hakyeon started to be able to watch people. To define their faces, their body shapes, the way that their eyes formed slight crescent moons when they laughed too hard. He could also see the way his mother’s eyes shone with tears the first time he placed a kiss on both of her cheeks before going to sleep, the way his own eyes brimmed with tears the first time he could actually face this particular classmate that always was kind enough to do school projects with him or fill him in with the latest gossip, the classmate that had managed to skip a couple of years of school because of his brain.
He knew it was all Taekwoon’s work.
--------
“Why are you around me?”
“I somehow- I felt an instant connection when I saw you.
Something just…clicked.”
“I...know. It was weird.”
“I couldn’t find it even more perfect.”
--------
Hakyeon was a curious soul by nature. There were many things that made him lose sleep over the nights; mostly about the things he learnt in school, both as a kid and a teenager. Lately, all that plagued his mind when late at night Taekwoon’s arm wrapped around his waist protectively was the other male.
How did he found him that morning? He made sure to lock everything, to keep as quiet as he could- Why did he even talk to him?
Over the years, he came to the conclusion that it was just Taekwoon.
And maybe just Taekwoon was even more than what he could ever wish for, even though the younger denied that.