FICLET: "The Tube"
Konbanwa, minnasan, I hope everyone out there in Cyberland is doing well! I just got back from work and am grateful to be inside. The weather has turned snowy and I can feel the chill all the way down into my bones! (Plus, I still have that sniffle, it's just hanging on!)
I did take a few moments today and jotted down a little ficlet. If you're wondering why this feels a bit like the "White!verse," that is not be accident. Neither is the new "Blue" icon. I am seriously playing around with a sequel to "White," but it will depend on what the rest of the GTop promo pics look like. In the mean time, I hope that you enjoy this ficlet. Ja ne for now! =~.^=V
"The Tube" (A Ficlet)
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRING: GTop (Seunhyun/Jiyong)
RATING: PG-13
GENRE: AU!/Angst/Dark Themes
LEGAL JUNK: Don't own, just borrowing.
WARNINGS: Dark Situations/Character Death
SUMMARY: It all started with the tube.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Based after the concept pic of Seunghyun's new look. (Also, if this has a "White" feel to it, there is a reason for that. =~.^= I'm playing around with the idea for a sequel. Just waiting to see the rest of the boyz promo pics.)
*****
It had started simple enough for him. They told him his lungs were failing. That there was no other choice but to put him on an oxygen mask. He had smiled and nodded, trying his best to will away the deep rooted feeling of loss that was weaving it's way into his stomach.
The others looked at him sympathetically, a few tears lining their eyes. He did his best to smile at them as the doctors slipped the object over his face. He drew in a slow, deep breath. The clean air flooded his lungs and he felt a little less suffocated. He turned his eyes to the smaller youth watching him through the window. He wished he could make him stop crying, but he can't talk any more.
*****
He wonders peridocially if it was always this hard for him to breathe.
The oxygen mask is at it's maximum capacity and he is still gasping for air. The doctors are talking to his four companions about the next step. There is quite a bit of argument among the four of them. The physicians shake their heads at all the options. They explain to them that there is no other choice.
His eyes look up to see his friend, his heart, blinking back the saline. The young man finally nods and the doctors come back into the room. He glances between all of them and then sees the object come into view. A tube. He inwardly sighs with the little bit of air he has left. This is a final step, there will be no turning back.
*****
He sits gingerly down onto the sofa. The new outfit he's wearing feels strange to his sensitive skin. He can't understand why the phyisicans have placed him in the tight black vinyl pants and the tight black short sleeved short. Or why they opted for a spiked bracer on his wrist.
He finally surmises the use of the articles as he tries to relax. The tube that he had seen much earlier in the week now comes out of hole in his shirt located at the center of his chest. The item winds aimlessly around him and disappears into the top of his spiked bracer. The oxygen mask still clings to his face.
He can't seem to remember a time when it wasn't there. He turns his head to see his young companion playfully setting a feathered hat on his head. He tries to smile but nothing comes to his lips. He doesn't feel much any more. He wishes he could as he sees the youth's expression begin to crumble.
*****
He seems like a strange kind of model as people move back and forth around him, murmuring nonsensical words that mean nothing to him. His eyes follow some of the motion as the doctors begin to state what these advances meant for the future of medicine.
He blinks twice and lifts his arm slowly. It feels like his limbs are molasses but he manages to grasp the linear tube poking out of his chest. It feels vaguely like a snake that he picked up when he was young. He doesn't remember much of that any more either.
With a tight fist, he pulls the tube from his chest. The screeching sound of air begins to fill the room. The physicians immediately turn to see the spiraling object swirling over his blue haired head.
They are shouting to grab him as he steps off the podium and begins to walk toward the window. The four are there, shouting at him, from behind a glassed in wall. He steps toward them but his knees are beginning to buckle. He reaches upwards and grabs the spiked bracer, ripping the object free from his wrist. The tube tears out from his flesh and explodes off his body. The item spins forward, whipping off his skin and splattering red raindrops across the pristine floor.
He continues to push forward even though he's crawling on his knees. The young man he was focused on has collapsed on the ground, his forehead pressed against the shimmering panes. He drags himself toward his destination, ripping off his mask.
There is no oxygen, no intake of life sustaining breath and he has never felt more alive. The confines of that cursed tube have been lifted from him.
His lips are turning as blue as his hair and a deep buzzing is resonating in his skull. He presses his palm against the chilled glass as his young companion does the same. He is mouthing words that make no sense to his brain but reaches the very depths of his heart.
"Seunghyun, I only wanted what was best for you. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry......"
He whispers with the last bit of air allowed into his lungs to his weeping partner. To the one who had given him a new life and had cursed him at the same time. To the one who was his most precious love and his greatest challenge.
"......jiyong.......i'm free......"
He slides down the pane of glass, the last thing his fading vision sees is the tube laying on the ground.
Yes, he was finally free.
I did take a few moments today and jotted down a little ficlet. If you're wondering why this feels a bit like the "White!verse," that is not be accident. Neither is the new "Blue" icon. I am seriously playing around with a sequel to "White," but it will depend on what the rest of the GTop promo pics look like. In the mean time, I hope that you enjoy this ficlet. Ja ne for now! =~.^=V
"The Tube" (A Ficlet)
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRING: GTop (Seunhyun/Jiyong)
RATING: PG-13
GENRE: AU!/Angst/Dark Themes
LEGAL JUNK: Don't own, just borrowing.
WARNINGS: Dark Situations/Character Death
SUMMARY: It all started with the tube.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Based after the concept pic of Seunghyun's new look. (Also, if this has a "White" feel to it, there is a reason for that. =~.^= I'm playing around with the idea for a sequel. Just waiting to see the rest of the boyz promo pics.)
*****
It had started simple enough for him. They told him his lungs were failing. That there was no other choice but to put him on an oxygen mask. He had smiled and nodded, trying his best to will away the deep rooted feeling of loss that was weaving it's way into his stomach.
The others looked at him sympathetically, a few tears lining their eyes. He did his best to smile at them as the doctors slipped the object over his face. He drew in a slow, deep breath. The clean air flooded his lungs and he felt a little less suffocated. He turned his eyes to the smaller youth watching him through the window. He wished he could make him stop crying, but he can't talk any more.
*****
He wonders peridocially if it was always this hard for him to breathe.
The oxygen mask is at it's maximum capacity and he is still gasping for air. The doctors are talking to his four companions about the next step. There is quite a bit of argument among the four of them. The physicians shake their heads at all the options. They explain to them that there is no other choice.
His eyes look up to see his friend, his heart, blinking back the saline. The young man finally nods and the doctors come back into the room. He glances between all of them and then sees the object come into view. A tube. He inwardly sighs with the little bit of air he has left. This is a final step, there will be no turning back.
*****
He sits gingerly down onto the sofa. The new outfit he's wearing feels strange to his sensitive skin. He can't understand why the phyisicans have placed him in the tight black vinyl pants and the tight black short sleeved short. Or why they opted for a spiked bracer on his wrist.
He finally surmises the use of the articles as he tries to relax. The tube that he had seen much earlier in the week now comes out of hole in his shirt located at the center of his chest. The item winds aimlessly around him and disappears into the top of his spiked bracer. The oxygen mask still clings to his face.
He can't seem to remember a time when it wasn't there. He turns his head to see his young companion playfully setting a feathered hat on his head. He tries to smile but nothing comes to his lips. He doesn't feel much any more. He wishes he could as he sees the youth's expression begin to crumble.
*****
He seems like a strange kind of model as people move back and forth around him, murmuring nonsensical words that mean nothing to him. His eyes follow some of the motion as the doctors begin to state what these advances meant for the future of medicine.
He blinks twice and lifts his arm slowly. It feels like his limbs are molasses but he manages to grasp the linear tube poking out of his chest. It feels vaguely like a snake that he picked up when he was young. He doesn't remember much of that any more either.
With a tight fist, he pulls the tube from his chest. The screeching sound of air begins to fill the room. The physicians immediately turn to see the spiraling object swirling over his blue haired head.
They are shouting to grab him as he steps off the podium and begins to walk toward the window. The four are there, shouting at him, from behind a glassed in wall. He steps toward them but his knees are beginning to buckle. He reaches upwards and grabs the spiked bracer, ripping the object free from his wrist. The tube tears out from his flesh and explodes off his body. The item spins forward, whipping off his skin and splattering red raindrops across the pristine floor.
He continues to push forward even though he's crawling on his knees. The young man he was focused on has collapsed on the ground, his forehead pressed against the shimmering panes. He drags himself toward his destination, ripping off his mask.
There is no oxygen, no intake of life sustaining breath and he has never felt more alive. The confines of that cursed tube have been lifted from him.
His lips are turning as blue as his hair and a deep buzzing is resonating in his skull. He presses his palm against the chilled glass as his young companion does the same. He is mouthing words that make no sense to his brain but reaches the very depths of his heart.
"Seunghyun, I only wanted what was best for you. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry......"
He whispers with the last bit of air allowed into his lungs to his weeping partner. To the one who had given him a new life and had cursed him at the same time. To the one who was his most precious love and his greatest challenge.
"......jiyong.......i'm free......"
He slides down the pane of glass, the last thing his fading vision sees is the tube laying on the ground.
Yes, he was finally free.