[infinite] like a star, or supernova
like a star, or supernova (and I shatter, shatter)
infinite; sunggyu/woohyun; pg-15; angst; 1430w
maybe in another life you could be mine
a/n: I was watching Before the Dawn MV when this popped out of nowhere .__. Contains SARA issues and some violence and character death (what have I done to my OTP nooooo)
Sunggyu was seven when he first met Woohyun. He had been kicking ball with his friends when the ball rolled away and he chased it until it came to stop near a fence. Sunggyu stopped running, because a boy was crouching behind the fence and staring at the dusty ball with longing in his dark eyes. He watched as the boy reached out his grubby hands and tried to grab the ball, not noticing Sunggyu’s presence yet. He walked slowly over and the boy finally looked up, surprised.
Hello, I'm - Sunggyu started, but the boy had already ran back into one of the tents behind him.
He asked his mother why there’s a fence there, and what those tents are for.
It’s a special camp, Sunggyu, his mother said. A special place for people who worship demons. Don’t ever come near it again, do you hear me? Now don’t ask anymore questions and help your father weed the garden.
Yes, mother, Sunggyu replied and did what his mother told him, because he’s a good boy, and that’s what good boys do.
But he’s just a child and he couldn’t contain his curiosity. What kind of demons? Sunggyu asked his father, but his father kept his lips shut and Sunggyu got a hard slap across his cheek. He never asked any of his parents again after that.
It's a chilly Thursday morning when Sunggyu sneaked out to the fence again. The same boy was sitting at exactly the same place, fiddling with the grass near his knees. He looked up in alarm when Sunggyu approached and made to run off, but Sunggyu held up his empty hands, and the boy stopped. They stared in silence and Sunggyu could see the suspicion in his eyes. But eventually the boy’s posture relaxed, though the wariness in his face remained. Sunggyu sat cross legged in front of the fence, head tilted curiously.
The boy’s shoes are worn through and shouldn’t even be worn anymore, his pants had holes in them, and he was shivering under his threadbare coat, so Sunggyu takes off his scarf and passes it through the fence with a big grin.
His mother asked where his pretty tartan scarf had disappeared to a few days later, but Sunggyu shrugged and said it must’ve gotten lost in the laundry.
I’m Woohyun, the boy said after Sunggyu’s third visit. He’s wearing the scarf Sunggyu gave him, but still the same thin coat and moth eaten pants. It’s the first thing Sunggyu heard him say and he blinked in surprise before smiling widely. Woohyun blushed and hid his face in the scarf, smiling uncertainly back in return and Sunggyu can’t help thinking he looked pretty when he smiled.
Why are you in there? Sunggyu asked one day when he was eleven, playing with a bit of metal from the fence in his hands. Woohyun shrugged, looking nonchalant but Sunggyu could feel something akin to anger emanating from him.
Because me and my family, and everyone else here, have different beliefs than you, Woohyun mumbled, scuffing a bit of earth with his toes. He has a new pair of shoes now, but it’s just as old and crappy so Sunggyu gave him his.
Sunggyu stayed silent for a while, contemplating his friend’s answer. Why is that a problem?
Woohyun shrugged again, then turned back and headed to the tents. Sunggyu doesn’t try to stop him. Woohyun doesn’t come back for a week, and Sunggyu sat by himself in front of the barb wire fence everyday while snow fell around him in a graceful dance.
What’s it like in there?
Woohyun looked up from his hands, where he was twirling a small white daisy between his fingers. He stared at the spot above Sunggyu’s head when he spoke, and Sunggyu watched as the flower was crushed in Woohyun’s fist. Stale cookies for breakfast, tasteless food for lunch and supper. Sometimes when they’re in a good mood, they give us soup that’s diluted in too much water. They beat us when we made a mistake, no matter how small, and once you’re sixteen, you have to work in the fields until your hands are covered in blisters and your face in mud.
Sunggyu’s chest ached painfully at the mere thought of it. He’s always lived an easy life, he can’t imagine one like Woohyun’s. Who’s they? he asked quietly.
Woohyun’s eyes are glassy when he answered. People from your side of the fence.
When Sunggyu was seventeen, he bought two shovels to the fence and said, Let’s dig a hole.
Woohyun took one and they started digging earth out from under the fence. It took them hours and it’s nightfall by the time they’ve dug a hole large enough for Woohyun to slip through. Sunggyu waited while Woohyun stood indecisively over the hole, biting his lip and looking back and forth between Sunggyu and the tents behind him. Eventually he heaved a huge sigh and climbed through the hole they’ve made together, his eyes shining rebelliously. When he got to Sunggyu’s side, he blinked rather disbelievingly and Sunggyu had to contain his laughter at the expression in his friend’s face. They covered the hole with some bushes and stood up to admire their work.
Let’s go, Sunggyu whispered to his ear and took his hand. Woohyun’s hand is warm and large and comfortable, and he almost giggled aloud at how perfect it felt.
They head to the beach and played in the water until they’re too tired to move anymore. The tide is high and Sunggyu nearly got dragged underwater by the waves but Woohyun caught him just in time, and they’re laughing their throats raw when the two of them collapsed in the sand.
Sunggyu kissed him on their seventh rendezvous to the beach, and it was beautiful and perfect and innocent and he keeps it imprinted in his mind, the way Woohyun’s lips moved against his, they way their breaths mingled into one.
One kiss turned to two, two into four, and Sunggyu is still addicted to Woohyun by their something-hundred kiss like he can never kiss him enough. He could live like this, forever, he could run away with Woohyun and spend the rest of his life with him and the thought terrified as much as it excited him.
I love you, Woohyun gasped to his neck one day. Forever.
Forever, Sunggyu whole-heartedly agreed and that night they went farther than they’ve ever been.
It was his fault, Sunggyu thinks as tears dripped silently down his cheeks to Woohyun’s cold, pale ones. His fault for being so careless, for forgetting to cover the hole and getting those people chase after them.
And now it’s Woohyun who paid the price. His face is colorless and peaceful, his chest still as Sunggyu held him to his chest, not even caring for the blood that soaked through his shirt. There’s a hole through Woohyun’s chest, and after hitting their target, they left him, just like that, sure that Woohyun would die within seconds. And he did, he died in Sunggyu’s arms, his last breath formed around Sunggyu’s name and a last I love you.
Sunggyu howled his heart out, the pain in his own chest unbearable like a physical wound, and he caves in.
Thirty five years later the fence is just an old piece of abandoned metal, and nobody lives in the camp anymore. Sunggyu smoothes his shirt as he walked leisurely over, the sound of his shoes against the dirt being the only sound in the place that held so many memories. He stopped in front of the place where a small hole just enough for a boy to slip through was hidden in a clump of bushes, and placed a bouquet of white roses and calla lilies in the wire.
Hello, Woohyun, Sunggyu greeted, as though the boy was still there on the other side of the fence, looking up at him with his dark eyes. It’s all he says until twilight falls and the there’s no more tears left to cry. He can almost feel Woohyun’s presence, feel his fingers on his cheeks and hear his voice whisper, don’t cry, walk away, and start again.
Sunggyu turns on his heels and walks away, feeling a weight finally being lifted off his chest. He looks back when he’s twenty steps away, and Woohyun’s there, smiling and waving from the other side of the fence. Sunggyu smiles and turns back to the direction he was walking (away from the fence), and starts again.
infinite; sunggyu/woohyun; pg-15; angst; 1430w
maybe in another life you could be mine
a/n: I was watching Before the Dawn MV when this popped out of nowhere .__. Contains SARA issues and some violence and character death (what have I done to my OTP nooooo)
Sunggyu was seven when he first met Woohyun. He had been kicking ball with his friends when the ball rolled away and he chased it until it came to stop near a fence. Sunggyu stopped running, because a boy was crouching behind the fence and staring at the dusty ball with longing in his dark eyes. He watched as the boy reached out his grubby hands and tried to grab the ball, not noticing Sunggyu’s presence yet. He walked slowly over and the boy finally looked up, surprised.
Hello, I'm - Sunggyu started, but the boy had already ran back into one of the tents behind him.
He asked his mother why there’s a fence there, and what those tents are for.
It’s a special camp, Sunggyu, his mother said. A special place for people who worship demons. Don’t ever come near it again, do you hear me? Now don’t ask anymore questions and help your father weed the garden.
Yes, mother, Sunggyu replied and did what his mother told him, because he’s a good boy, and that’s what good boys do.
But he’s just a child and he couldn’t contain his curiosity. What kind of demons? Sunggyu asked his father, but his father kept his lips shut and Sunggyu got a hard slap across his cheek. He never asked any of his parents again after that.
It's a chilly Thursday morning when Sunggyu sneaked out to the fence again. The same boy was sitting at exactly the same place, fiddling with the grass near his knees. He looked up in alarm when Sunggyu approached and made to run off, but Sunggyu held up his empty hands, and the boy stopped. They stared in silence and Sunggyu could see the suspicion in his eyes. But eventually the boy’s posture relaxed, though the wariness in his face remained. Sunggyu sat cross legged in front of the fence, head tilted curiously.
The boy’s shoes are worn through and shouldn’t even be worn anymore, his pants had holes in them, and he was shivering under his threadbare coat, so Sunggyu takes off his scarf and passes it through the fence with a big grin.
His mother asked where his pretty tartan scarf had disappeared to a few days later, but Sunggyu shrugged and said it must’ve gotten lost in the laundry.
I’m Woohyun, the boy said after Sunggyu’s third visit. He’s wearing the scarf Sunggyu gave him, but still the same thin coat and moth eaten pants. It’s the first thing Sunggyu heard him say and he blinked in surprise before smiling widely. Woohyun blushed and hid his face in the scarf, smiling uncertainly back in return and Sunggyu can’t help thinking he looked pretty when he smiled.
Why are you in there? Sunggyu asked one day when he was eleven, playing with a bit of metal from the fence in his hands. Woohyun shrugged, looking nonchalant but Sunggyu could feel something akin to anger emanating from him.
Because me and my family, and everyone else here, have different beliefs than you, Woohyun mumbled, scuffing a bit of earth with his toes. He has a new pair of shoes now, but it’s just as old and crappy so Sunggyu gave him his.
Sunggyu stayed silent for a while, contemplating his friend’s answer. Why is that a problem?
Woohyun shrugged again, then turned back and headed to the tents. Sunggyu doesn’t try to stop him. Woohyun doesn’t come back for a week, and Sunggyu sat by himself in front of the barb wire fence everyday while snow fell around him in a graceful dance.
What’s it like in there?
Woohyun looked up from his hands, where he was twirling a small white daisy between his fingers. He stared at the spot above Sunggyu’s head when he spoke, and Sunggyu watched as the flower was crushed in Woohyun’s fist. Stale cookies for breakfast, tasteless food for lunch and supper. Sometimes when they’re in a good mood, they give us soup that’s diluted in too much water. They beat us when we made a mistake, no matter how small, and once you’re sixteen, you have to work in the fields until your hands are covered in blisters and your face in mud.
Sunggyu’s chest ached painfully at the mere thought of it. He’s always lived an easy life, he can’t imagine one like Woohyun’s. Who’s they? he asked quietly.
Woohyun’s eyes are glassy when he answered. People from your side of the fence.
When Sunggyu was seventeen, he bought two shovels to the fence and said, Let’s dig a hole.
Woohyun took one and they started digging earth out from under the fence. It took them hours and it’s nightfall by the time they’ve dug a hole large enough for Woohyun to slip through. Sunggyu waited while Woohyun stood indecisively over the hole, biting his lip and looking back and forth between Sunggyu and the tents behind him. Eventually he heaved a huge sigh and climbed through the hole they’ve made together, his eyes shining rebelliously. When he got to Sunggyu’s side, he blinked rather disbelievingly and Sunggyu had to contain his laughter at the expression in his friend’s face. They covered the hole with some bushes and stood up to admire their work.
Let’s go, Sunggyu whispered to his ear and took his hand. Woohyun’s hand is warm and large and comfortable, and he almost giggled aloud at how perfect it felt.
They head to the beach and played in the water until they’re too tired to move anymore. The tide is high and Sunggyu nearly got dragged underwater by the waves but Woohyun caught him just in time, and they’re laughing their throats raw when the two of them collapsed in the sand.
Sunggyu kissed him on their seventh rendezvous to the beach, and it was beautiful and perfect and innocent and he keeps it imprinted in his mind, the way Woohyun’s lips moved against his, they way their breaths mingled into one.
One kiss turned to two, two into four, and Sunggyu is still addicted to Woohyun by their something-hundred kiss like he can never kiss him enough. He could live like this, forever, he could run away with Woohyun and spend the rest of his life with him and the thought terrified as much as it excited him.
I love you, Woohyun gasped to his neck one day. Forever.
Forever, Sunggyu whole-heartedly agreed and that night they went farther than they’ve ever been.
It was his fault, Sunggyu thinks as tears dripped silently down his cheeks to Woohyun’s cold, pale ones. His fault for being so careless, for forgetting to cover the hole and getting those people chase after them.
And now it’s Woohyun who paid the price. His face is colorless and peaceful, his chest still as Sunggyu held him to his chest, not even caring for the blood that soaked through his shirt. There’s a hole through Woohyun’s chest, and after hitting their target, they left him, just like that, sure that Woohyun would die within seconds. And he did, he died in Sunggyu’s arms, his last breath formed around Sunggyu’s name and a last I love you.
Sunggyu howled his heart out, the pain in his own chest unbearable like a physical wound, and he caves in.
Thirty five years later the fence is just an old piece of abandoned metal, and nobody lives in the camp anymore. Sunggyu smoothes his shirt as he walked leisurely over, the sound of his shoes against the dirt being the only sound in the place that held so many memories. He stopped in front of the place where a small hole just enough for a boy to slip through was hidden in a clump of bushes, and placed a bouquet of white roses and calla lilies in the wire.
Hello, Woohyun, Sunggyu greeted, as though the boy was still there on the other side of the fence, looking up at him with his dark eyes. It’s all he says until twilight falls and the there’s no more tears left to cry. He can almost feel Woohyun’s presence, feel his fingers on his cheeks and hear his voice whisper, don’t cry, walk away, and start again.
Sunggyu turns on his heels and walks away, feeling a weight finally being lifted off his chest. He looks back when he’s twenty steps away, and Woohyun’s there, smiling and waving from the other side of the fence. Sunggyu smiles and turns back to the direction he was walking (away from the fence), and starts again.