Chasing Dreams
Title: Chasing Dreams
Pairing: HyukHae
Rating: PG
Genre: angst, romance
Disclaimer: I wish
Summary: Donghae is forever a dreamer.
Donghae wakes up in the sun, basking in rays still warm despite being filtered by the window. Next to him, the sheets rustle, indicating that the other occupant is also awake.
Good morning, Hyukjae murmurs, breath tickling Donghae’s ear. Donghae is pulled backwards into an embrace against a warm chest, almost as warm as the sun.
Donghae sighs in content and snuggles deeper into the sun soaked sheets. Good morning, he whispers to the sun.
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The sky is not the limit, only the possibilities. That’s what Donghae thinks as they walk through the park together, hand in hand.
Hey, I’ll sing you a song, Hyukjae says, pulling Donghae to a secluded bench. Hyukjae’s face breaks out into a smile as he sings a cheesy love song he heard on the radio.
Donghae smiles and stares at the perfect, open sky as he listens. He’s never seen a more beautiful sight.
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Donghae talks to the moon every night. She is a good listener. He tells her everything and nothing, tells her how he is going to reach her one day.
Are you talking to the moon again, asks Hyukjae, arms winding around Donghae’s waist. It’s not going to answer back you know, he says as he presses a kiss on Donghae’s neck.
One day, Donghae promises as he reaches out, blocked only by the thin glass of the window. One day, I will reach you.
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The vastness of the ocean, the depth of it all, doesn’t scare Donghae. He relishes it, welcomes its warm embrace and raw intensity.
Hey, spend some time with me, Hyukjae calls, voice light. You spend so much time in the ocean. I might get jealous of the water.
Donghae looks at Hyukjae, then back to the ocean. I’ll be back, he assures the waves that lap at his ankles. With no small regret, he steps out of the sea and into Hyukjae’s hold.
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Donghae never feels alone under the stars. Just thinking about the millions, billions, trillions of stars in the sky being there makes him feel more complete than ever.
A shooting star, Hyukjae says, free hand coming up to point to the light streaking across the sky. Make a wish.
Donghae traces the path it makes and wishes for infinity. He feels Hyukjae’s hand tighten around his almost imperceptibly.
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Flowers are the language of the earth, and Donghae always stops to listen. Those little blossoms always offer joy and happiness and never ask for anything back.
Hyukjae leans over and tickles Donghae’s nose with the dandelion seed he just picked. Donghae sneezes, and the seeds scatter, carried away by the wind, leaving Hyukjae with just the stem.
Hyukjae sighs, but laughs off Donghae’s questioning look. He then leans down and plucks a daffodil from the ground, handing it to Donghae with an odd half smile. Donghae doesn’t notice; he’s too busy admiring the beauty of it all.
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Donghae likes counting grains of sand. It doesn’t matter that he always loses count; he can always start again.
Hyukjae comes up to Donghae, cupped hands filled with sand. Donghae doesn’t know what to do because Hyukjae isn’t offering the sand to him or anything, simply holding it. So he stares on curiously as the sand trickles out of the gaps between Hyukjae’s hands.
Just before his hands empty, Hyukjae brushes them together, and the last of the sand joins its brethren. Donghae wonders how much sand was just dropped.
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Donghae likes watching the rain. It’s like watching crystals fall from the sky. The best part is when they hit the floor and fracture into a dozen smaller, but no less beautiful, crystals.
At some point, someone enters the room, but Donghae pays that no mind. He’s completely preoccupied with the clear crystal gems that are gracing the earth with their presence.
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It’s funny how the reality Donghae built for himself, the castle he painstakingly constructed from dreams and held together by believing, can crumble with two simple words.
I’m leaving.
The words chase each other around Donghae’s head as he tries to suppress the tears prickling in his eyes.
But don’t you love me, he asks desperately around the lump in his throat.
I do, god, Donghae, I do, Hyukjae says, voice cracking slightly from emotion. I love you more than anything.
Why, Donghae chokes, floodgates threatening to open. Then why?
Because you don’t, Hyukjae whispers, so low Donghae barely catches it.
Even though his eyes are blurred with tears, in that moment, Donghae sees Hyukjae with greater clarity than he’s ever had. He sees the vastness of Hyukjae’s love, intense, but warm. He sees the shooting stars make way down Hyukjae’s face. He sees the moon reflected in Hyukjae’s eyes. He sees a million and one possibilities, the most beautiful sight he’s never seen.
Hyukjae leans forward and kisses Donghae on the forehead, lips warmer than the sun. A crystal falls from someone’s eyes, but Hyukjae is already turning away before it shatters on the floor.
Donghae doesn’t allow himself to cry, doesn’t allow himself the release. He doesn’t deserve it because he’s never noticed. All this time, he’d been too busy chasing dreams to notice that Hyukjae was all that he had been searching for.
So Donghae watches as Hyukjae walk away, watches as the infinite becomes finite.
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A/N: I'm alive \o/