the stars
title the stars
fandom kpop, shinee
pairing minho x taemin
word count 528
rating pg-13
warning character death
the stars.
"you looked sad for a moment and very far away,
caught off guard between small talk and laughter"
His hand lingers on the calendar for a moment in time, hesitates before tearing it off the binding. He crushes the particular paper with dates on it into a ball and throws it down a bin, mercilessly. He kicks the trash bin with violent anger and he watches it crash into the cement wall, making a loud thump when it falls. He looks at the trash spilling out from it's mouth and sighs. He squats down to fix it all up.
“Taemin, are you alright?” comes a soft voice, almost afraid.
“Do you want an honest truth, or do you want a white lie?” He asks, tired the same questions everyday, from the same people everyday. “Just shut up, hyung. I'm really, really, tired” He says through gritted teeth and tired eyelids. The man named Jonghyun looks at him with pity and hesitates to step into the room, but he steps in anyway. “It's lunch. Kibum and I are going to eat, do you want to come along?”
“It's not a request, it's an order” comes another voice, most probably Kibum's, Taemin thinks.
“I'm not hungry” He retaliates as he sets the dented bin back to the place where it was.
“Taemin, I don't care whether you're looming in depression or not because you're becoming a complete, perfect silhouette of a boney skeleton. No one in society would want to look at you!” Kibum exclaims in concern. Taemin looks up, face as tired as before, as boney as ever, “I don't care, hyung. I just want to, sleep”.
Jonghyun and Kibum look at each other, Jonghyun shakes his head and pulls Kibum out of the room. Taemin flops on his bed, closes his eyes and dreams. “I just want to dream”
“Taemin, what makes you happy?” He says through glossed lips and happy smiles.
“The sky makes me happy. Because we're living under it, together. What makes you happy?”
His eyes snap open, sighs and notices the moist material rolling down his cheeks. He rubs them off his face violently. He looks at the time, finally sits up from his bed and pulls a sweater over his head. He gets out of his room, out of the house and into the world. His fingers feel foreign to the cold breeze, his face feels uncomfortable with the light, but he sets out down the streets, to the florist.
He buys a bouquet of white lilies, wrapped beautifully in blue ribbons. He walks further down the street, turns left and stops at a cemetery. He walks into it slow enough to take at least 10 minutes to reach his grave. He stops at the stone in front of him, sets down the bouquet and stares at the name engraved onto the stone for a whole twenty minutes. “Minho” The name escape his lips.
If only he went with him to a study trip, he'd probably be with Minho right now. In the sky. With the stars. Together. He hauls for a cab immediately after leaving the depressing cemetery. “Where to, mister?” The cab driver asks through the rear mirror. Taemin thinks for a moment before he finds his answer.
“The stars”
fandom kpop, shinee
pairing minho x taemin
word count 528
rating pg-13
warning character death
the stars.
"you looked sad for a moment and very far away,
caught off guard between small talk and laughter"
His hand lingers on the calendar for a moment in time, hesitates before tearing it off the binding. He crushes the particular paper with dates on it into a ball and throws it down a bin, mercilessly. He kicks the trash bin with violent anger and he watches it crash into the cement wall, making a loud thump when it falls. He looks at the trash spilling out from it's mouth and sighs. He squats down to fix it all up.
“Taemin, are you alright?” comes a soft voice, almost afraid.
“Do you want an honest truth, or do you want a white lie?” He asks, tired the same questions everyday, from the same people everyday. “Just shut up, hyung. I'm really, really, tired” He says through gritted teeth and tired eyelids. The man named Jonghyun looks at him with pity and hesitates to step into the room, but he steps in anyway. “It's lunch. Kibum and I are going to eat, do you want to come along?”
“It's not a request, it's an order” comes another voice, most probably Kibum's, Taemin thinks.
“I'm not hungry” He retaliates as he sets the dented bin back to the place where it was.
“Taemin, I don't care whether you're looming in depression or not because you're becoming a complete, perfect silhouette of a boney skeleton. No one in society would want to look at you!” Kibum exclaims in concern. Taemin looks up, face as tired as before, as boney as ever, “I don't care, hyung. I just want to, sleep”.
Jonghyun and Kibum look at each other, Jonghyun shakes his head and pulls Kibum out of the room. Taemin flops on his bed, closes his eyes and dreams. “I just want to dream”
“Taemin, what makes you happy?” He says through glossed lips and happy smiles.
“The sky makes me happy. Because we're living under it, together. What makes you happy?”
His eyes snap open, sighs and notices the moist material rolling down his cheeks. He rubs them off his face violently. He looks at the time, finally sits up from his bed and pulls a sweater over his head. He gets out of his room, out of the house and into the world. His fingers feel foreign to the cold breeze, his face feels uncomfortable with the light, but he sets out down the streets, to the florist.
He buys a bouquet of white lilies, wrapped beautifully in blue ribbons. He walks further down the street, turns left and stops at a cemetery. He walks into it slow enough to take at least 10 minutes to reach his grave. He stops at the stone in front of him, sets down the bouquet and stares at the name engraved onto the stone for a whole twenty minutes. “Minho” The name escape his lips.
If only he went with him to a study trip, he'd probably be with Minho right now. In the sky. With the stars. Together. He hauls for a cab immediately after leaving the depressing cemetery. “Where to, mister?” The cab driver asks through the rear mirror. Taemin thinks for a moment before he finds his answer.
“The stars”