The Last Sunrise
Title: The Last Sunrise
Pairing: Donghae/Yoona
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Words: 700+
Note: Originally posted in my old account. Sort of beta-ed but still needs to be beta-ed. Sorry if sucks.
Donghae is lined up among a neatly arranged camouflaged armada. He fixes his helmet in place and double checks his guns and ammunitions which he slings around his body and waist. It is a nice yet cool morning to be like this. Everybody is in the run, pouring a bucket-full adrenaline rushing to every vein of the moss green crowd just meters away from a smoking walled city.
Assured that he is already prepared for the live-or-die scenario set to come soon, he tries to calm himself, resting beneath a tree. He keeps on opening and closing his backpack, out of nervousness perhaps, but on the third time he does it, he stops halfway and pulls a photograph of a pretty young woman in a white, simple dress, her wavy brown hair flowing smartly behind her lean shoulders, and her face, clear and radiant, smiling perfectly at him.
He feels a faint vibration in his pockets and is just too uneasy to realize it is his phone ringing. He holds it tightly on his hands, flipping the cover and smiles at the name flashing on the screen before answering.
“Oppa.”
A shaking voice greets him.
“Baby," Donghae mutters calmly. "Don’t worry. Everything will be fine,” he tries to comfort her though. He thinks he heard the voice cracks. “You’re crying?”
A sniff followed which he thinks is enough for a response.
“We’ll be there in a while. Just don’t leave the underground, okay?”
“Mm,” the other line mumbles in between silent sobs.
“Think of it. You’re just a wall away from me,” he still tries to calm her down and feels a bit of success when the girl sniffs and stops to hiccup. He smiles.
“Get here soon, okay?”
“Of course, I will. We’ll get you out of there. Trust me.”
“Yes. I trust you.”
“I love you.”
Before Donghae sets his mind for a reaction, he hears a loud scream at the other line and it prompts him to jolt up.
“Yoona! What’s happening?” He yells, raising his voice, his minds hazy at the sudden rush of fear.
“Oppa! They hear explosions outside!”
Then his equals have started running down, all aiming for the wall. The loud rumbling rolls of the tanks and artilly echo. There is extreme urgency in every move they make and his hands start to shake uncontrollably.
“Yoona!” He screams but was blurred out by a loud explosion within the walls. Large black and orange puffs fading into grey and evolving into fire. Huge flames start to occupy the city.
“Hae!” Yoona gives out a shrill scream and it sends Donghae’s hair standing up. He sees enemy planes, one after another, dropping gray elongated objects from their rear. Bombs.
No.
This can’t be happening.
“Oppa! What do we do?” Yoona’s yells and her cries have become more hysterical. Fear overwhelms the both of them as Donghae is stuck in his place, still in the process of absorbing reality.
“W-we’ll get in there! Do-not-leave-the-underground! Okay?!”
He sees another bomb fall but with the way it looks like where it shall drop, he can not help himself but to widen his eyes in an intertwined feeling of horror and apprehension.
“Yes op-”
The voice stops.
“Yoona?” Donghae tries his best to be positive. “Hello?!”
His vision starts to break and become blurry. Saline water rolls and a couple more explosions reverberate, sending huge tremors on the ground. His voice cracks.
“Yoona! Answer me!”
He gets nothing for a response. He screams at silence.
He is pushed by the throng of men behind him, tears flowing on both sides of his painted cheeks. No. You should be alive. Don’t die. Stay underground. His mind is blurred with the thoughts. He can not take in what is happening. He smells burnt wood. Metal. A few more seconds there is burnt flesh. Screams. Dead people. He has not seen them yet but he is sure there are already a number of citizens lying on the ground lifeless.
Yoona should not be among them. She should not.
The sun has risen completely. Everywhere is deafening. But as far as Donghae is concerned, there’s nothing more but a desperate morning of horrifying silence.
Pairing: Donghae/Yoona
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Words: 700+
Note: Originally posted in my old account. Sort of beta-ed but still needs to be beta-ed. Sorry if sucks.
Donghae is lined up among a neatly arranged camouflaged armada. He fixes his helmet in place and double checks his guns and ammunitions which he slings around his body and waist. It is a nice yet cool morning to be like this. Everybody is in the run, pouring a bucket-full adrenaline rushing to every vein of the moss green crowd just meters away from a smoking walled city.
Assured that he is already prepared for the live-or-die scenario set to come soon, he tries to calm himself, resting beneath a tree. He keeps on opening and closing his backpack, out of nervousness perhaps, but on the third time he does it, he stops halfway and pulls a photograph of a pretty young woman in a white, simple dress, her wavy brown hair flowing smartly behind her lean shoulders, and her face, clear and radiant, smiling perfectly at him.
He feels a faint vibration in his pockets and is just too uneasy to realize it is his phone ringing. He holds it tightly on his hands, flipping the cover and smiles at the name flashing on the screen before answering.
“Oppa.”
A shaking voice greets him.
“Baby," Donghae mutters calmly. "Don’t worry. Everything will be fine,” he tries to comfort her though. He thinks he heard the voice cracks. “You’re crying?”
A sniff followed which he thinks is enough for a response.
“We’ll be there in a while. Just don’t leave the underground, okay?”
“Mm,” the other line mumbles in between silent sobs.
“Think of it. You’re just a wall away from me,” he still tries to calm her down and feels a bit of success when the girl sniffs and stops to hiccup. He smiles.
“Get here soon, okay?”
“Of course, I will. We’ll get you out of there. Trust me.”
“Yes. I trust you.”
“I love you.”
Before Donghae sets his mind for a reaction, he hears a loud scream at the other line and it prompts him to jolt up.
“Yoona! What’s happening?” He yells, raising his voice, his minds hazy at the sudden rush of fear.
“Oppa! They hear explosions outside!”
Then his equals have started running down, all aiming for the wall. The loud rumbling rolls of the tanks and artilly echo. There is extreme urgency in every move they make and his hands start to shake uncontrollably.
“Yoona!” He screams but was blurred out by a loud explosion within the walls. Large black and orange puffs fading into grey and evolving into fire. Huge flames start to occupy the city.
“Hae!” Yoona gives out a shrill scream and it sends Donghae’s hair standing up. He sees enemy planes, one after another, dropping gray elongated objects from their rear. Bombs.
No.
This can’t be happening.
“Oppa! What do we do?” Yoona’s yells and her cries have become more hysterical. Fear overwhelms the both of them as Donghae is stuck in his place, still in the process of absorbing reality.
“W-we’ll get in there! Do-not-leave-the-underground! Okay?!”
He sees another bomb fall but with the way it looks like where it shall drop, he can not help himself but to widen his eyes in an intertwined feeling of horror and apprehension.
“Yes op-”
The voice stops.
“Yoona?” Donghae tries his best to be positive. “Hello?!”
His vision starts to break and become blurry. Saline water rolls and a couple more explosions reverberate, sending huge tremors on the ground. His voice cracks.
“Yoona! Answer me!”
He gets nothing for a response. He screams at silence.
He is pushed by the throng of men behind him, tears flowing on both sides of his painted cheeks. No. You should be alive. Don’t die. Stay underground. His mind is blurred with the thoughts. He can not take in what is happening. He smells burnt wood. Metal. A few more seconds there is burnt flesh. Screams. Dead people. He has not seen them yet but he is sure there are already a number of citizens lying on the ground lifeless.
Yoona should not be among them. She should not.
The sun has risen completely. Everywhere is deafening. But as far as Donghae is concerned, there’s nothing more but a desperate morning of horrifying silence.