[Fic] Mr. Fish - 1/5
Title: Mr. Fish
Author: MadameAesthetic
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Slight P.O/Taeil and Zico/Kyung
Genre: AU, Drama, Something
Summary: People think Taeil’s fish keeping hobby is just a normal hobby. It’s not.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so please be kind. ^^; I really wanted to write a story about Taeil's fish keeping hobby. It was supposed something quick and simple, but that didn't happen. Inspired slightly by their individual 10asia interviews.
[Part 1]
Sunlight faintly streamed through the windows of an abandoned warehouse, only to be quickly obscured by the clouds of an approaching storm. The air, which was dry and unbearable, rapidly becomes humid and overpowering. Droplets of water then begin to slowly clash against the building’s thin, metal constructed roof, creating a cascading echo.
Suddenly, a small boy crawls into the warehouse.
Wet from the rain and the tears that had escaped his eyes, his sobbing is heartbreaking and endless. Practically dragging the lower portion of his body on the cement pavement, a significant wound is visible above his right knee, bloody, and covered with dirt. There were also rips across his clothes and small scars that were red and swollen on his skin, created by the brambles that he had to walk through in order to get to the warehouse. Tired, but determined, the boy pushes himself off the ground. While biting his lip, he manages to sit up against the side of the warehouse. The wall’s metal plating felt cool against his back.
A color of crimson was beginning to slowly drip from his scalp and seep through his clothes. His head aching, the boy proceeds to look around the empty building, wiping his face with the sleeve of his now damp jacket.
Where was he? How long has it been since he left his home?
The boy looks down at the wound near his knee.
He could barely walk without having to cry out in pain. The wound was the reason of that.
He had woken up at the bottom of steep hill that was a little bit away from the warehouse. His motorcycle, his beloved bike that he used to ride to get around the neighborhood, was practically in pieces and different parts were bent in ways that they shouldn’t be in the first place. The boy sighed in despair at the thought of it.
The wound, the bike, and the rain had left the boy stranded, alone, and miserable.
As time flew by, darkness gradually filled the building and his pupils dilated in adjustment. There was an array of emotions that consumed him, but out of all of them, fear was the most prominent one. A slight breeze blew through the warehouse and it sent chills across his skin. He slowly pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, the wound near his knee stinging slightly at the retraction. He rested his head on his good knee as the sound of thunder echoed throughout the building.
Would his parents be able to find him? Would they even know that he was lost and missing?
The boy was already bothered by the fact that he could barely even remember how his accident even happened.
His head ached with pain and he let out a groan. Apprehension, frustration, confusion, exhaustion…he placed his hands over his ears and closed his eyes, hoping to somehow balance himself and level out his nerves. The lack of light within the warehouse was growing to become frightening to the boy. Even though the room that he resided in was a big and open space, the darkness had clouded his sight and made it seem like he was barely hiding in a corner of a closet.
Fear.
Darkness.
Suffocation.
Drops of water hitting the roof.
One.
By.
One.
The air is heavy.
Without a warning, his body tenses up and his heart starts racing quickly. His breath begins to come up short as his mind becomes numb to the pain from his injuries. Lightheaded, he grips into his jeans to bring some stability, but his hands are shaking. Some form of hysteria was slowly setting into the boy and he knew he was unable to do anything. He wanted it to stop. He just wanted everything to stop. The pain, the exhaustion, the fear, the confusion…
The darkness.
The loneliness.
Everything.
But yet, summer rain is a mysterious thing.
It is a thing that occurs when people least expect it.
Quickly as it had come, the rain stopped pouring and bits of sunlight began to filter through the windows once again. Light filled the warehouse and restored the building to its original open state. Because the pattering of the raindrops stopped, the boy snaps open his eyes and forces himself to take in a deep breath, as if he was drinking in the air. The cold feeling of darkness had disappeared and was replaced with the warmth of summer once again. In sudden disbelief, the boy slowly raises his right hand and traces the shafts of light that had escaped through the glass panes with his fingertips. The light suddenly warming him, he brings both his hands up and waves them around, chasing the bits of dust that danced and glowed brightly.
It gave him hope.
After a bit of thought, the boy leans over to look outside, only to see that the sun was already close to setting for the day. Another moment of panic abruptly struck through him as he realized that night was approaching. Being stranded in a wooded area without much lighting would mean that he would definitely have even more trouble finding his way back home or even more so...that no one would be able to find him.
That maybe he would die from his injuries, alone in this godforsaken warehouse.
But then there was a voice.
“Taeil!”
It was a woman’s voice. And it was familiar. The boy named Taeil wondered if he had finally lost it and was just absolutely delirious from all the blood loss.
Another two voices then cried out, “Taeil!”
It definitely was not a dream. He wasn’t delirious. It was a man and a woman calling out for him.
And those voices were unmistakable.
Quickly, he grabs at anything to pull himself up with so that he could look in the direction that the voices were calling him from. Looking distantly across the forested area, he squints to process what he sees. Three lit lanterns were bobbing up and down, but they had created a pool of light on the ground. The body of his motorcycle had become illuminated.
Taeil releases the grip he had on the wall’s edge that he was using as a support and his legs give out from underneath him. He collapses on the ground and his wounds begin to unbearably sear with pain once again. His throat was dry and his lips were caked with blood, but something inside him was telling him that he had to call them. Call out to the family members that were looking for him. Call out so that they could finally find him. Call out so that they would know that he was alive.
At that moment, Taeil sings.
Author: MadameAesthetic
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Slight P.O/Taeil and Zico/Kyung
Genre: AU, Drama, Something
Summary: People think Taeil’s fish keeping hobby is just a normal hobby. It’s not.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so please be kind. ^^; I really wanted to write a story about Taeil's fish keeping hobby. It was supposed something quick and simple, but that didn't happen. Inspired slightly by their individual 10asia interviews.
[Part 1]
Sunlight faintly streamed through the windows of an abandoned warehouse, only to be quickly obscured by the clouds of an approaching storm. The air, which was dry and unbearable, rapidly becomes humid and overpowering. Droplets of water then begin to slowly clash against the building’s thin, metal constructed roof, creating a cascading echo.
Suddenly, a small boy crawls into the warehouse.
Wet from the rain and the tears that had escaped his eyes, his sobbing is heartbreaking and endless. Practically dragging the lower portion of his body on the cement pavement, a significant wound is visible above his right knee, bloody, and covered with dirt. There were also rips across his clothes and small scars that were red and swollen on his skin, created by the brambles that he had to walk through in order to get to the warehouse. Tired, but determined, the boy pushes himself off the ground. While biting his lip, he manages to sit up against the side of the warehouse. The wall’s metal plating felt cool against his back.
A color of crimson was beginning to slowly drip from his scalp and seep through his clothes. His head aching, the boy proceeds to look around the empty building, wiping his face with the sleeve of his now damp jacket.
Where was he? How long has it been since he left his home?
The boy looks down at the wound near his knee.
He could barely walk without having to cry out in pain. The wound was the reason of that.
He had woken up at the bottom of steep hill that was a little bit away from the warehouse. His motorcycle, his beloved bike that he used to ride to get around the neighborhood, was practically in pieces and different parts were bent in ways that they shouldn’t be in the first place. The boy sighed in despair at the thought of it.
The wound, the bike, and the rain had left the boy stranded, alone, and miserable.
As time flew by, darkness gradually filled the building and his pupils dilated in adjustment. There was an array of emotions that consumed him, but out of all of them, fear was the most prominent one. A slight breeze blew through the warehouse and it sent chills across his skin. He slowly pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, the wound near his knee stinging slightly at the retraction. He rested his head on his good knee as the sound of thunder echoed throughout the building.
Would his parents be able to find him? Would they even know that he was lost and missing?
The boy was already bothered by the fact that he could barely even remember how his accident even happened.
His head ached with pain and he let out a groan. Apprehension, frustration, confusion, exhaustion…he placed his hands over his ears and closed his eyes, hoping to somehow balance himself and level out his nerves. The lack of light within the warehouse was growing to become frightening to the boy. Even though the room that he resided in was a big and open space, the darkness had clouded his sight and made it seem like he was barely hiding in a corner of a closet.
Fear.
Darkness.
Suffocation.
Drops of water hitting the roof.
One.
By.
One.
The air is heavy.
Without a warning, his body tenses up and his heart starts racing quickly. His breath begins to come up short as his mind becomes numb to the pain from his injuries. Lightheaded, he grips into his jeans to bring some stability, but his hands are shaking. Some form of hysteria was slowly setting into the boy and he knew he was unable to do anything. He wanted it to stop. He just wanted everything to stop. The pain, the exhaustion, the fear, the confusion…
The darkness.
The loneliness.
Everything.
But yet, summer rain is a mysterious thing.
It is a thing that occurs when people least expect it.
Quickly as it had come, the rain stopped pouring and bits of sunlight began to filter through the windows once again. Light filled the warehouse and restored the building to its original open state. Because the pattering of the raindrops stopped, the boy snaps open his eyes and forces himself to take in a deep breath, as if he was drinking in the air. The cold feeling of darkness had disappeared and was replaced with the warmth of summer once again. In sudden disbelief, the boy slowly raises his right hand and traces the shafts of light that had escaped through the glass panes with his fingertips. The light suddenly warming him, he brings both his hands up and waves them around, chasing the bits of dust that danced and glowed brightly.
It gave him hope.
After a bit of thought, the boy leans over to look outside, only to see that the sun was already close to setting for the day. Another moment of panic abruptly struck through him as he realized that night was approaching. Being stranded in a wooded area without much lighting would mean that he would definitely have even more trouble finding his way back home or even more so...that no one would be able to find him.
That maybe he would die from his injuries, alone in this godforsaken warehouse.
But then there was a voice.
“Taeil!”
It was a woman’s voice. And it was familiar. The boy named Taeil wondered if he had finally lost it and was just absolutely delirious from all the blood loss.
Another two voices then cried out, “Taeil!”
It definitely was not a dream. He wasn’t delirious. It was a man and a woman calling out for him.
And those voices were unmistakable.
Quickly, he grabs at anything to pull himself up with so that he could look in the direction that the voices were calling him from. Looking distantly across the forested area, he squints to process what he sees. Three lit lanterns were bobbing up and down, but they had created a pool of light on the ground. The body of his motorcycle had become illuminated.
Taeil releases the grip he had on the wall’s edge that he was using as a support and his legs give out from underneath him. He collapses on the ground and his wounds begin to unbearably sear with pain once again. His throat was dry and his lips were caked with blood, but something inside him was telling him that he had to call them. Call out to the family members that were looking for him. Call out so that they could finally find him. Call out so that they would know that he was alive.
At that moment, Taeil sings.