Fanfic: Down the Rabbit Hole [2/7]
A/N: When I said I hope it's going to go smoothly I didn't mean I'll have the second chap ready in three days :D And obviously I should be doing all sort of different things than this = = Anyway, thanks to all who read first chapter and hope you enjoy this one too n_n Sorry to the WooYeol shippers tho OTL I really have to write a separate WooYeol >w<
Down the Rabbit Hole [2/7]
"Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake -- much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts."
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
On this particularly gloomy day filled with occasional rain showers Sungyeol the ghost stalker selected a very pretty girl. Her straight dark hair shined with raindrops that stopped falling from the skies a few seconds ago. She was also incredibly tall, topping any other Korean girl around.
Yet the beauty turned out to be quite boring. Waiting for someone who took long enough to displease her, then leaving with her boyfriend obediently following wherever she went. They bought a few pieces of jewellery, drank coffee and then said goodbies to each other.
When she waited for the bus to take her home, Sungyeol fell deep into thoughts again. What if she's someone I knew, he wondered. Maybe she used to be his girlfriend but when he died she just moved on. Or maybe she was his classmate, co-worker, childhood friend. Or what about this old man getting off a cab? It might have even been his father, he couldn't tell the resemblance anyway. If there was something missing in the motley Underworld, it was mirrors.
“I'm glad we're ghosts,“ a familiar voice remarked. Woohyun appeared from behind the phone booth, startling him a bit.
Sungyeol thought he should ask why but he also had a feeling he doesn't want to hear the answer.
“Because you know, if I saw you getting all soaked in this rain I'd definitely fall for you.“
“I knew you'd say something like that,“ the taller boy gave a sigh and ruffled Woohyun's hair. “Go and find a soaked human instead.“
Walking away, Sungyeol could hear Woohyun shouting “But I love you!“ and most likely grinning while throwing his hands shaped into hearts at him.
There was nothing as distracting as another ghost when you had to concentrate on your search. There would always be some transparent figures wandering around, but none were as distracting as Woohyun could be. Sungyeol wanted to feel something. To find people close to him, to just know it's them. Because there was a complete absence of such a feeling he decided to choose a person every now and then and follow them.
This one had to be a bull's-eye hit though. Rain was heavilly falling down again and this poor boy obviously forgot his umbrella. Clutching a stock of papers and holding them over his head barely protected any of his already wet hair tips, falling lower over the eyes. There Sungyeol had to admit Woohyun's image of someone being soaked in rain could be alluring.
“Jjong-ah!“ A large black umbrella came rushing towards the boy, giving him a shelter. “There, that's better.“
Sungyeol was jealous of the umbrella man. The way he smiled at the boy, the way that strangely charming face gave the man a long look and chuckled. Sungyeol found himself walking right in between them, eyes fixed onto the drenched boy.
“How come you're always nearby, Myungsoo-hyung? I'd almost think I have a stalker,“ Jjong-ah said, eyes piercing Sungyeol onto the ground as they were looking at Myungsoo through the invisible ghost.
“Now you definitely have one though,“ Sungyeol muttered, not taking into account Myungsoo's presence. Not that he wouldn't have the right to do so with no one really taking into account his.
The fact that you could enter a concert without paying for the tickets or even bothering about being somewhere really far from the stage was definitely one of the advantages of being a ghost. The crowd of fans screamed in unison when five boys entered the stage, Sungyeol and Woohyun giving it their best to keep up with them.
“Key-oppa!“ Woohyun shouted out jokingly, imitating the ecstatic jumping and hands waving.
“Which one's Key?“ the taller boy asked bluntly, merrily jumping down nevertheless.
Woohyun threw an offended look for effect before he proceedeed to lecture his ignorant friend. “The blonde one. My bias to be honest. Next to him there's Onew, the leader. Then Minho, Jonghyun, Taemin. Why do you cheer like crazy when you don't even know them?“
Sungyeol pouted his lips. “I do know them. I was just testing if you are a real fan. Haha, got you!“
They laughed out, uncovered teeth reflecting the stage lights. Catchy chorus of the song dragged them in, making them sing and sway to the rhytm. Like this it felt as if they won't ever go back to the Underworld at all. How much happiness can music bring, Sungyeol would never believe.
“Do you think we might have been idols too?“ Key's fanboy asked as they shadowed the five singers on their way to backstage. “Judging by your looks I'd kinda bet on it.“
Glancing at the performers all sweating and quickly changing their clothes, Sungyeol disagreed. “I would be too lazy to work hard like this. Unless,“ something in the swarm of people assisting the singers made him shift the sentence he was about to make, “there was this boy around.“
Among predominantly female workers helping the idols change and dry their sweaty faces was a familiar figure in an attire almost as flashy as the one Woohyun's bias was wearing.
“Oh.“ After wordlessly commenting the pullover that had more holes then the fabric itself and something that had to be a half-skirt covering overly tight jeans, Woohyun summed up: “Interesting.“
“You don't say,“ Sungyeol responded in a slighty sarcastic tone. “A few days ago it was 'this scrawny girlish kid is your current target?'“
“I never said a scrawny girlish kid can't be interesting, did I?“ Omitting the part where he wanted to follow up explaining it's the fact Sungyeol likes that boy which bothers him, Woohyun patted the taller one's back. “Now we'll at least see each other often.“
It's been about two or three days since they started exploring their hometown. Sungyeol sticked to Jjong-ah and his umbrella man Myungsoo while Woohyun found a new hobby being a fan of a boy band called SHINee. Jjong-ah turned out to be Lee Sungjong, a fashion design intern that was supposed to be where Sungyeol left him tonight, in his cozy seventh floor flat in Seongbuk district. Finding out he's actually working with the idols Woohyun stalks out brought a whole new scale of problems.
“Man but have you seen him getting undressed at home? I mean, isn't he in fact a girl?“
Yeah, that was one of them, Sungyeol thought as he smacked Woohyun's head lightly.
There were a lot of things discovered, lot of those still shrouded in mystery and a few that Sungyeol would rather not know of. The scene he was observing right now was the latter case. While following Sungjong all across Seoul, there were times he'd lose him in the overcrowded subway. Even if you're a ghost and can walk through people, they don't become transparent for you and still can hide things inconveniently. Like that he probably missed on any interactions between the fashion boy and Myungsoo, unable to grasp what their relationship really was about.
Sungyeol was torn between running away and staying. The way Myungsoo's hands possessively ran through Sungjong's thin waist and down the hips was hard to stop looking at. When the two linked up bodies entered the bedroom, the door got half-closed, leaving the ghost outside.
He could still hear things. Irregular breaths, soft moanings, Sungjong's high-pitched voice whispering Myungsoo's name. A pair of hands busy with undressing the other boy could be seen through the half-opened door. Fortunately for Sungyeol the bed was situated on the left side of the room, oppossite of the door.
Before he managed to decide whether to stay, leave or even enter the room, another stalker ghost flew through the door. He hated the way Woohyun showed up, without any warnings and most definitely intending to startle him to death.
“Pretty sexy view I'd say, you really don't wanna take a look from inside?“ he teased, pulling Sungyeol's arm a bit. "And that Sungjong most definitely isn't a girl, after all."
The taller boy obstinately resisted. “I was about to leave actually.“
“Yeah, I can see that.“
Sungyeol tilted his head to see where Woohyun's staring and groaned out. His feet were already sinking into the ground, mercilessly pulling him down into the Underworld. Without any second thoughts he decided to fight Woohyun's way.
Sharing the still so ice-cold kiss didn't do the trick for him. Deep inside, Sungyeol was left desperate and feeling jealous of the living boy that could touch Sungjong in such a way while he couldn't even talk to him. Suspecting that, Woohyun opted for a second round, letting their tongues clash violently.
Pulling away, the cold lips traced Sungyeol's neck, pecking and licking it here and there. “Let it get to you, Sungyeol.“
Understanding the importance of the sentence didn't mean it was easy to do. He'd lie if he said it didn't feel good. Woohyun's fingers exploring his body, circling around his nipples and sliding down made him moan in a quiet voice. It was just that the part of the scale filled with bad feelings was still heavier.
Woohyun lost him trying to grab Sungyeol's hand so tightly that it would pull him out of the ground that's been consuming him, but failing.
Turned out he was right about SHINee's schedule tonight. After he weaved his way through the Yeouido park, he could already hear the fans shouting excitedly. Just a few meters away was a tight crowd glued onto the rather narrow window. Woohyun effortlessy snaked in, passing through the window and right into the room where a radio was being broadcasted.
“Now that we have answered the fans' questions, let's listen to Kim Sungkyu's song,“ Key the DJ announced while the addressed guest got up to prepare, “60 seconds.“
The ghost seated himself in one of the empty chairs around the table and listened to the song being intruded on by muffled voice of the fans standing outside. The singer's voice was nice, emotional and stable and Woohyun bobbed his head to the rhythm.
At times he liked being a ghost, watching the lives of others without them knowing anything. Nevertheless he understood Sungyeol and his growing wish to interact with the people he chose. The wish to meet someone his dead self knew wasn't completely gone. Woohyun only started to realize that if he ever did, he would certainly not be able to feel happy about not being able to talk to them.
The red-headed Kim Sungkyu finished, putting the microphone and headphones down. He sat down right next to Woohyun, oblivious to him. The ghost poked his chubby cheeks, just for fun. Just for the sake of laughing out when his body started to feel the gravity. They called it the ghost gravity; you fall down through the realms straight into the Underworld when you feel sad.
However this time he succeeded in holding onto the remnants of happiness. He laughed at Key's jokes and enjoyed being amused by the fans squeezing onto the window. Listening to the conversation connected a few more links in the information he possessed, which always made him feel as if he's becoming part of the people's lives.
Late in the night the broadcast finished and Woohyun somehow ended up staring at the black car with Key leaving and waving him goodbye. Instead he joined a different person getting into a similar, yet smaller car. He had no idea where it would take him and that was the thrill Woohyun quite enjoyed. Knowing exactly where Key is heading to and how the place looks like made him more curious about where following Kim Sungkyu would bring him.
“Drive carefully,“ the idol would instruct the driver as soon as the car moved out of the parking lot.
Judging from the driver's expression it wasn't the first time he's heard that. “It's late at night, there's not enough cars to cause an accident anyway,“ he objected.
Sungkyu discontentedly grumbled. “Back then there weren't many cars either and it still happened.“
Had he known what incident the idol was hinting at, Woohyun would have trouble leaving him alone. However without any inkling about it, he left Sungkyu peacefully sleeping in his quite luxurious flat at Apgujeong.
→ next chapter
P.S. I don't understand LJ and it's font weirdness, so excuse the ugliness. Also the bulleted list is not supposed to have spaces in between but LJ apparently doesn't approve = =
Down the Rabbit Hole [2/7]
- Fandom: Infinite
- Pairing: YeolJong, WooYeol, MyungJong
- Special: SHINee cameo :3
- Genre: supernatural, AU, romance
- Rating: PG-13
- Words: 2,079 this chapter; 16,919 in total
- Summary: Which includes two ghosts roaming freely between the Underworld and the world of the living and a group of five humans which attract these two stalkers although they do not know about them, mostly.
"Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake -- much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts."
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
On this particularly gloomy day filled with occasional rain showers Sungyeol the ghost stalker selected a very pretty girl. Her straight dark hair shined with raindrops that stopped falling from the skies a few seconds ago. She was also incredibly tall, topping any other Korean girl around.
Yet the beauty turned out to be quite boring. Waiting for someone who took long enough to displease her, then leaving with her boyfriend obediently following wherever she went. They bought a few pieces of jewellery, drank coffee and then said goodbies to each other.
When she waited for the bus to take her home, Sungyeol fell deep into thoughts again. What if she's someone I knew, he wondered. Maybe she used to be his girlfriend but when he died she just moved on. Or maybe she was his classmate, co-worker, childhood friend. Or what about this old man getting off a cab? It might have even been his father, he couldn't tell the resemblance anyway. If there was something missing in the motley Underworld, it was mirrors.
“I'm glad we're ghosts,“ a familiar voice remarked. Woohyun appeared from behind the phone booth, startling him a bit.
Sungyeol thought he should ask why but he also had a feeling he doesn't want to hear the answer.
“Because you know, if I saw you getting all soaked in this rain I'd definitely fall for you.“
“I knew you'd say something like that,“ the taller boy gave a sigh and ruffled Woohyun's hair. “Go and find a soaked human instead.“
Walking away, Sungyeol could hear Woohyun shouting “But I love you!“ and most likely grinning while throwing his hands shaped into hearts at him.
There was nothing as distracting as another ghost when you had to concentrate on your search. There would always be some transparent figures wandering around, but none were as distracting as Woohyun could be. Sungyeol wanted to feel something. To find people close to him, to just know it's them. Because there was a complete absence of such a feeling he decided to choose a person every now and then and follow them.
This one had to be a bull's-eye hit though. Rain was heavilly falling down again and this poor boy obviously forgot his umbrella. Clutching a stock of papers and holding them over his head barely protected any of his already wet hair tips, falling lower over the eyes. There Sungyeol had to admit Woohyun's image of someone being soaked in rain could be alluring.
“Jjong-ah!“ A large black umbrella came rushing towards the boy, giving him a shelter. “There, that's better.“
Sungyeol was jealous of the umbrella man. The way he smiled at the boy, the way that strangely charming face gave the man a long look and chuckled. Sungyeol found himself walking right in between them, eyes fixed onto the drenched boy.
“How come you're always nearby, Myungsoo-hyung? I'd almost think I have a stalker,“ Jjong-ah said, eyes piercing Sungyeol onto the ground as they were looking at Myungsoo through the invisible ghost.
“Now you definitely have one though,“ Sungyeol muttered, not taking into account Myungsoo's presence. Not that he wouldn't have the right to do so with no one really taking into account his.
The fact that you could enter a concert without paying for the tickets or even bothering about being somewhere really far from the stage was definitely one of the advantages of being a ghost. The crowd of fans screamed in unison when five boys entered the stage, Sungyeol and Woohyun giving it their best to keep up with them.
“Key-oppa!“ Woohyun shouted out jokingly, imitating the ecstatic jumping and hands waving.
“Which one's Key?“ the taller boy asked bluntly, merrily jumping down nevertheless.
Woohyun threw an offended look for effect before he proceedeed to lecture his ignorant friend. “The blonde one. My bias to be honest. Next to him there's Onew, the leader. Then Minho, Jonghyun, Taemin. Why do you cheer like crazy when you don't even know them?“
Sungyeol pouted his lips. “I do know them. I was just testing if you are a real fan. Haha, got you!“
They laughed out, uncovered teeth reflecting the stage lights. Catchy chorus of the song dragged them in, making them sing and sway to the rhytm. Like this it felt as if they won't ever go back to the Underworld at all. How much happiness can music bring, Sungyeol would never believe.
“Do you think we might have been idols too?“ Key's fanboy asked as they shadowed the five singers on their way to backstage. “Judging by your looks I'd kinda bet on it.“
Glancing at the performers all sweating and quickly changing their clothes, Sungyeol disagreed. “I would be too lazy to work hard like this. Unless,“ something in the swarm of people assisting the singers made him shift the sentence he was about to make, “there was this boy around.“
Among predominantly female workers helping the idols change and dry their sweaty faces was a familiar figure in an attire almost as flashy as the one Woohyun's bias was wearing.
“Oh.“ After wordlessly commenting the pullover that had more holes then the fabric itself and something that had to be a half-skirt covering overly tight jeans, Woohyun summed up: “Interesting.“
“You don't say,“ Sungyeol responded in a slighty sarcastic tone. “A few days ago it was 'this scrawny girlish kid is your current target?'“
“I never said a scrawny girlish kid can't be interesting, did I?“ Omitting the part where he wanted to follow up explaining it's the fact Sungyeol likes that boy which bothers him, Woohyun patted the taller one's back. “Now we'll at least see each other often.“
It's been about two or three days since they started exploring their hometown. Sungyeol sticked to Jjong-ah and his umbrella man Myungsoo while Woohyun found a new hobby being a fan of a boy band called SHINee. Jjong-ah turned out to be Lee Sungjong, a fashion design intern that was supposed to be where Sungyeol left him tonight, in his cozy seventh floor flat in Seongbuk district. Finding out he's actually working with the idols Woohyun stalks out brought a whole new scale of problems.
“Man but have you seen him getting undressed at home? I mean, isn't he in fact a girl?“
Yeah, that was one of them, Sungyeol thought as he smacked Woohyun's head lightly.
There were a lot of things discovered, lot of those still shrouded in mystery and a few that Sungyeol would rather not know of. The scene he was observing right now was the latter case. While following Sungjong all across Seoul, there were times he'd lose him in the overcrowded subway. Even if you're a ghost and can walk through people, they don't become transparent for you and still can hide things inconveniently. Like that he probably missed on any interactions between the fashion boy and Myungsoo, unable to grasp what their relationship really was about.
Sungyeol was torn between running away and staying. The way Myungsoo's hands possessively ran through Sungjong's thin waist and down the hips was hard to stop looking at. When the two linked up bodies entered the bedroom, the door got half-closed, leaving the ghost outside.
He could still hear things. Irregular breaths, soft moanings, Sungjong's high-pitched voice whispering Myungsoo's name. A pair of hands busy with undressing the other boy could be seen through the half-opened door. Fortunately for Sungyeol the bed was situated on the left side of the room, oppossite of the door.
Before he managed to decide whether to stay, leave or even enter the room, another stalker ghost flew through the door. He hated the way Woohyun showed up, without any warnings and most definitely intending to startle him to death.
“Pretty sexy view I'd say, you really don't wanna take a look from inside?“ he teased, pulling Sungyeol's arm a bit. "And that Sungjong most definitely isn't a girl, after all."
The taller boy obstinately resisted. “I was about to leave actually.“
“Yeah, I can see that.“
Sungyeol tilted his head to see where Woohyun's staring and groaned out. His feet were already sinking into the ground, mercilessly pulling him down into the Underworld. Without any second thoughts he decided to fight Woohyun's way.
Sharing the still so ice-cold kiss didn't do the trick for him. Deep inside, Sungyeol was left desperate and feeling jealous of the living boy that could touch Sungjong in such a way while he couldn't even talk to him. Suspecting that, Woohyun opted for a second round, letting their tongues clash violently.
Pulling away, the cold lips traced Sungyeol's neck, pecking and licking it here and there. “Let it get to you, Sungyeol.“
Understanding the importance of the sentence didn't mean it was easy to do. He'd lie if he said it didn't feel good. Woohyun's fingers exploring his body, circling around his nipples and sliding down made him moan in a quiet voice. It was just that the part of the scale filled with bad feelings was still heavier.
Woohyun lost him trying to grab Sungyeol's hand so tightly that it would pull him out of the ground that's been consuming him, but failing.
Turned out he was right about SHINee's schedule tonight. After he weaved his way through the Yeouido park, he could already hear the fans shouting excitedly. Just a few meters away was a tight crowd glued onto the rather narrow window. Woohyun effortlessy snaked in, passing through the window and right into the room where a radio was being broadcasted.
“Now that we have answered the fans' questions, let's listen to Kim Sungkyu's song,“ Key the DJ announced while the addressed guest got up to prepare, “60 seconds.“
The ghost seated himself in one of the empty chairs around the table and listened to the song being intruded on by muffled voice of the fans standing outside. The singer's voice was nice, emotional and stable and Woohyun bobbed his head to the rhythm.
At times he liked being a ghost, watching the lives of others without them knowing anything. Nevertheless he understood Sungyeol and his growing wish to interact with the people he chose. The wish to meet someone his dead self knew wasn't completely gone. Woohyun only started to realize that if he ever did, he would certainly not be able to feel happy about not being able to talk to them.
The red-headed Kim Sungkyu finished, putting the microphone and headphones down. He sat down right next to Woohyun, oblivious to him. The ghost poked his chubby cheeks, just for fun. Just for the sake of laughing out when his body started to feel the gravity. They called it the ghost gravity; you fall down through the realms straight into the Underworld when you feel sad.
However this time he succeeded in holding onto the remnants of happiness. He laughed at Key's jokes and enjoyed being amused by the fans squeezing onto the window. Listening to the conversation connected a few more links in the information he possessed, which always made him feel as if he's becoming part of the people's lives.
Late in the night the broadcast finished and Woohyun somehow ended up staring at the black car with Key leaving and waving him goodbye. Instead he joined a different person getting into a similar, yet smaller car. He had no idea where it would take him and that was the thrill Woohyun quite enjoyed. Knowing exactly where Key is heading to and how the place looks like made him more curious about where following Kim Sungkyu would bring him.
“Drive carefully,“ the idol would instruct the driver as soon as the car moved out of the parking lot.
Judging from the driver's expression it wasn't the first time he's heard that. “It's late at night, there's not enough cars to cause an accident anyway,“ he objected.
Sungkyu discontentedly grumbled. “Back then there weren't many cars either and it still happened.“
Had he known what incident the idol was hinting at, Woohyun would have trouble leaving him alone. However without any inkling about it, he left Sungkyu peacefully sleeping in his quite luxurious flat at Apgujeong.
→ next chapter
P.S. I don't understand LJ and it's font weirdness, so excuse the ugliness. Also the bulleted list is not supposed to have spaces in between but LJ apparently doesn't approve = =