Brightness
Title: Brightness
Pairing: Kibum/Kiseop
Genre: Abstract (?)
Rating: PG - 13
Bright, bright, soft light, gently touching my skin as he pulls away and my eyes open. His black hair falling just before his sparrow eyes as he smiles at me. I’ve no words to describe the entirety of it. And it seems neither do I have time as the scenery fades to white, and my eyes are closed again.
I start to feel a coldness. It’s creeping, encircling me from behind. Slowly, I get a sense of how strong it is. It’s grabbing me by the bones of my arms and my legs. Its weight is getting on my head and I feel heavy. My limbs begin fighting against this arctic cold, kicking and pushing and spinning around. I open my eyes. And it wasn’t the cold that was moving before. It’s me. Some kind of outside force has me inviting it with open arms. I am looking at the marble floor as my head tilts to the left as if to accentuate my curiosity about my situation. My feet move faster. I look forward, and it’s not just me. The dark red wall filled with mirrors in golden frames in various sizes gives me hints of figures moving about the room. Something turns me around and my company reveal themselves. These people that seem to be from a different time are with me. They are kicking, pushing, and spinning around the same way as I am like we have rehearsed this performance for no audience. Now I get it. We are dancing, but to what sound? All I hear is a broken hum. As the sound comes out from the walls, and the floors, and the ceilings, my heart starts to beat slowly with it.
This heartbeat, this dance, these two are the only things I have in common with the others. They all wear glittery and metallic masks, making them look more like creatures instead of persons inside this four-walled forest. Their dramatic clothes of reds, blacks, blues, and greens are contrasted to my simple white shirt and black trousers. I am the only one not wearing footwear. My naked face among them in this icy hall makes me feel embarrassed although no one’s even looking. Everyone is doing the same movements without saying anything.
I want to stop, walk around, or look at the ceiling. But I couldn’t. I am feeling restless all over. We move a bit faster, and all this does not help the confusion and fear building in my mind. Invisible strings direct me to choreography but the energy is my own.
One by one, the creatures disappear. And I start to panic. This dance we’re doing, it doesn’t stop. My feet are aching. My body starts to ask for rest. But my eyes and my mind are trying to keep awake as the characters of this theater vanish with a destination I don’t know of.
There are only two of us left. A woman with red, long locks keeps dancing beside me. I’d like to look into her eyes and ask her if she knows what’s happening. I want to pull her so we could run away. We can just save ourselves if it wasn’t for the mask. Golden weave covers her eyes as if she were going fencing in her blue dress. I only try to pause, to plead my case to her. But it’s a move I cannot make. The royal puppeteer has both of us stepping, spinning, and even jumping.
After one last turn, I try to stare at her, and she’s gone. I am left alone to continue as my muscles become heavy.
As if the doll master heard me, my movements begin to slow down. I kneel onto the marble floor and lay there, my hand touching my leg. And for a brief moment, I close my eyes again.
I reopen my eyes with a start. The light is calling me.
My body crashes into the ceiling head first, and I am soaring into the bright sky. It’s so fast, the wind makes a high-pitched sound in my ear. I go past the clouds into the other layers of cold gas until the sound disappears and the light has turned into darkness, illuminated by the sun and the stars.
I decide to stop, and I can command it to myself. I observe the sun. The red and yellow waves of flame move about it. Then I notice someone beside me. It’s him. It’s the same face from the light. And he’s still smiling at me as he floats towards me. He touches my face, and I place a hand on his back. Those beautiful eyes close as his hand slips onto my neck, and he rests his head on my chest. The glow of the sun slowly becomes stronger and I close my eyes one last time.
A beeping sounds.
I squint before I even open my eyes as the light of the sun directs itself on my face. Turning to the table, I see the alarm clock and I turn it off with my free hand. I feel warm air on my chest and notice Kiseop, still fast asleep, body on top of mine.
I stare at the ceiling of my room. Will I even remember this dream when I get out of bed?
Suddenly, I feel movement on top of me. Kiseop must be awake. After a while, he rises, crawling up to see my face with the light in his half-closed eyes. I smile, and he does the same. The light decorates his face as he lowers it towards mine. We kiss once before he puts his head on the pillow, still looking at me before closing his eyes again and inhaling the scent of my neck.
I look at the wooden ceiling, illuminated by the sun. And I enjoy the brightness.
Author's Note: This was a day dream Inspired by Florence + The Machine's videos for "No light" and "Shout it out"; Thank you for reading!