[MINHONEW] With My Wings
Title: With My Wings
Author: fatdix
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Minhonew, 2Min
Word Count: 462 (flashfic)
Genre: AU, Drama
Warning: Implied Pedophilia (PEDOHO!)
Summary: The only other time I remember seeing you smile is when we were teenagers. Stupid, childish, holding hands and feeding each other cotton candy mouth to mouth under the stands. | In which Onew has a second chance to watch Minho, this time from the sidelines.
A/N: Response to prompt 10: In Love over at shineeworld. This might get a bit confusing, sorry about that. AUverse kind of screws with my head sometimes and reality gets a little skewed. D: Dedicated to Shii (nyappyx3) because she loves tofuho!
With My Wings
I perch on your window sill. Then I sing you a song in a minor, with my wings.
The glass must be thick, because you can’t hear me. I’m not sure if your failing eyes can even see me, my tail in the air, my feathers crumpled in a particularly harsh spell of rain. Perhaps it is the drizzle that masks my voice, or perhaps you simply refuse to believe that I’ve returned.
The corners of your eyes are lined, as if I’ve just clasped your temples with my feet, but I can never touch you again (because you might cry again, and then I’d die again).
A boy of maybe fifteen enters your room, and for the first time in twenty, two hundred, two thousand, or however many years that I can remember, the corners of your mouth upturn in an awkward, old man sort of smile (the kind where your eyes are lost behind your droopy eyelids, and your gums show through your thin lips).
Then a new feeling bubbles under my black bosom. It feels hot, and I don’t like it. It feels like when I was gasping for air and trying to blink the darkness out of my eyes and saying your name over and over and feeling like I was falling away, and there was nothing you could do but watch me. Just like that.
He kisses you softly on the cheek, greets you and calls you grandpa. He carries you out of your wheelchair (where your legs lie haphazard and unused and I hope for this boy’s sake that he knows how strong those legs once were, how they trudged through that dense forest of hurt and love, while I dragged my feet) and gently lays you on the bed, telling you it’s time to sleep and that he loves you very much.
He climbs into bed beside you (just for a few minutes, grandpa), and you cradle him, pat his hair. You tell him he’s a good boy and that he’ll be a hit with the ladies.
And then you smile again.
The only other time I remember seeing you smile is when we were teenagers. Stupid, childish, holding hands and feeding each other cotton candy mouth to mouth under the stands.
But you’re happier now, while you stroke his cheek, give his shoulder a squeeze.
He kisses your forehead this time as he gets up to leave, and I try, unknowingly, to kiss you through the glass.
Tap. Tap, tap.
You don’t turn to look.
I wonder briefly why he puts you to bed when the sky is still blue, and soon after that I remember that I can’t see colour anymore.
Then I sing you a song in a minor, with my wings.
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Author: fatdix
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Minhonew, 2Min
Word Count: 462 (flashfic)
Genre: AU, Drama
Warning: Implied Pedophilia (PEDOHO!)
Summary: The only other time I remember seeing you smile is when we were teenagers. Stupid, childish, holding hands and feeding each other cotton candy mouth to mouth under the stands. | In which Onew has a second chance to watch Minho, this time from the sidelines.
A/N: Response to prompt 10: In Love over at shineeworld. This might get a bit confusing, sorry about that. AUverse kind of screws with my head sometimes and reality gets a little skewed. D: Dedicated to Shii (nyappyx3) because she loves tofuho!
With My Wings
I perch on your window sill. Then I sing you a song in a minor, with my wings.
The glass must be thick, because you can’t hear me. I’m not sure if your failing eyes can even see me, my tail in the air, my feathers crumpled in a particularly harsh spell of rain. Perhaps it is the drizzle that masks my voice, or perhaps you simply refuse to believe that I’ve returned.
The corners of your eyes are lined, as if I’ve just clasped your temples with my feet, but I can never touch you again (because you might cry again, and then I’d die again).
A boy of maybe fifteen enters your room, and for the first time in twenty, two hundred, two thousand, or however many years that I can remember, the corners of your mouth upturn in an awkward, old man sort of smile (the kind where your eyes are lost behind your droopy eyelids, and your gums show through your thin lips).
Then a new feeling bubbles under my black bosom. It feels hot, and I don’t like it. It feels like when I was gasping for air and trying to blink the darkness out of my eyes and saying your name over and over and feeling like I was falling away, and there was nothing you could do but watch me. Just like that.
He kisses you softly on the cheek, greets you and calls you grandpa. He carries you out of your wheelchair (where your legs lie haphazard and unused and I hope for this boy’s sake that he knows how strong those legs once were, how they trudged through that dense forest of hurt and love, while I dragged my feet) and gently lays you on the bed, telling you it’s time to sleep and that he loves you very much.
He climbs into bed beside you (just for a few minutes, grandpa), and you cradle him, pat his hair. You tell him he’s a good boy and that he’ll be a hit with the ladies.
And then you smile again.
The only other time I remember seeing you smile is when we were teenagers. Stupid, childish, holding hands and feeding each other cotton candy mouth to mouth under the stands.
But you’re happier now, while you stroke his cheek, give his shoulder a squeeze.
He kisses your forehead this time as he gets up to leave, and I try, unknowingly, to kiss you through the glass.
Tap. Tap, tap.
You don’t turn to look.
I wonder briefly why he puts you to bed when the sky is still blue, and soon after that I remember that I can’t see colour anymore.
Then I sing you a song in a minor, with my wings.
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