One Last Thunderstorm
Title: One Last Thunderstorm
Rating: PG
Summary: Dara's not sure if it's the house or her brother. She's fairly certain it's the latter, though.
Author's Notes : Loosely (or maybe not so loosely) based on this. Death Fic, both that and this. Why do I keep killing them?
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Not true.
The door slammed shut upstairs, and Dara looked at her brother, curled up in the corner of the couch. "Was that your bedroom?"
He looked up at her, face pale under too-blonde hair, and shrugged. "Probably," he said listlessly, and went back to staring at the movie on the TV.
She hadn't watched the news in at least two weeks, not when he was up, because every time he caught it, he lost more weight and he didn't have any more to lose. News of the accident was starting to fade, the press outside the house beginning to stop hanging around so much (finally), and the rest of 2NE1 were sounding less panicked when they called. At least they understood, and YG was willing to let her off for a while. It wouldn't matter if they hadn't; she would have stayed home anyway. She would have taken him back to the Philippines, only he refused to get in a car. Any car.
The movie ended and she turned the TV off before the credits started to roll. "Okay, little mutt. Up you go." She pulled the blanket off him, hiding her wince at how thin he was. The clothes that used to fit him hung off his frame like they were…. She stopped and took a deep breath. "Come on," she said again, this time taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. He wavered, but only a second, and then obediently went upstairs. She followed, because she was never sure - or if she was, she wasn't leaving it to chance. No falling down the stairs.
If it was his door that slammed shut, it was open now. He waved good night to her and closed it behind him. She waited until his light went out - a short wait - and went to bed herself.
Thunder - the real thing - woke her up and she was already moving before the shriek sounded from SangHyun's room. She threw open the door to find him pressed against the wall, blankets around him, tears streaming down his face. His eyes were wide and way too dark when she turned the light on. "Sanghyun," she said softly, and he looked at her for an instant before looking away, down at his arms wrapped around his knees. He'd mentioned how much the accident had sounded like a clap of thunder, the kind right over your head. She'd never used his stage name after that.
She glanced at the window to check on the storm, and froze. No, she didn't think she imagined the four faces in the window, familiar as her brother's, all of them sad.
Of course. No one liked to leave people behind, and they'd loved her quirky little mutt of a brother. "Maybe you should calm him down," she murmured, softly enough that SangHyun wouldn't hear, and turned out the light.
"Dara?"
"I'm right here," she said, and watched as the four deceased members of MBLAQ stepped out of the window and gathered around him. "Just… don't take him," she murmured, and SeungHo smiled at her with a soft shake of his head. Lightning flashed, but the thunder never rumbled; in that flash of light she saw Sanghyun, eyes closed, leaning as if on Mir's shoulder, hair moving under Joon's petting. G.O. fixed his blanket…
She left again before she burst into tears, left him to those he'd loved so much, and prayed desperately that he'd be better when he woke up.
Rating: PG
Summary: Dara's not sure if it's the house or her brother. She's fairly certain it's the latter, though.
Author's Notes : Loosely (or maybe not so loosely) based on this. Death Fic, both that and this. Why do I keep killing them?
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Not true.
The door slammed shut upstairs, and Dara looked at her brother, curled up in the corner of the couch. "Was that your bedroom?"
He looked up at her, face pale under too-blonde hair, and shrugged. "Probably," he said listlessly, and went back to staring at the movie on the TV.
She hadn't watched the news in at least two weeks, not when he was up, because every time he caught it, he lost more weight and he didn't have any more to lose. News of the accident was starting to fade, the press outside the house beginning to stop hanging around so much (finally), and the rest of 2NE1 were sounding less panicked when they called. At least they understood, and YG was willing to let her off for a while. It wouldn't matter if they hadn't; she would have stayed home anyway. She would have taken him back to the Philippines, only he refused to get in a car. Any car.
The movie ended and she turned the TV off before the credits started to roll. "Okay, little mutt. Up you go." She pulled the blanket off him, hiding her wince at how thin he was. The clothes that used to fit him hung off his frame like they were…. She stopped and took a deep breath. "Come on," she said again, this time taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. He wavered, but only a second, and then obediently went upstairs. She followed, because she was never sure - or if she was, she wasn't leaving it to chance. No falling down the stairs.
If it was his door that slammed shut, it was open now. He waved good night to her and closed it behind him. She waited until his light went out - a short wait - and went to bed herself.
Thunder - the real thing - woke her up and she was already moving before the shriek sounded from SangHyun's room. She threw open the door to find him pressed against the wall, blankets around him, tears streaming down his face. His eyes were wide and way too dark when she turned the light on. "Sanghyun," she said softly, and he looked at her for an instant before looking away, down at his arms wrapped around his knees. He'd mentioned how much the accident had sounded like a clap of thunder, the kind right over your head. She'd never used his stage name after that.
She glanced at the window to check on the storm, and froze. No, she didn't think she imagined the four faces in the window, familiar as her brother's, all of them sad.
Of course. No one liked to leave people behind, and they'd loved her quirky little mutt of a brother. "Maybe you should calm him down," she murmured, softly enough that SangHyun wouldn't hear, and turned out the light.
"Dara?"
"I'm right here," she said, and watched as the four deceased members of MBLAQ stepped out of the window and gathered around him. "Just… don't take him," she murmured, and SeungHo smiled at her with a soft shake of his head. Lightning flashed, but the thunder never rumbled; in that flash of light she saw Sanghyun, eyes closed, leaning as if on Mir's shoulder, hair moving under Joon's petting. G.O. fixed his blanket…
She left again before she burst into tears, left him to those he'd loved so much, and prayed desperately that he'd be better when he woke up.