[DC19] Orpheus's Touch
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jay/Jungmo
Genre: AU!Drama, Romance
Theme: Hats, Phrase to include: "twist the knob"
Summary: In spite of unfortunate circumstances, he was now given free reign to do as he wanted, to go along with dream-like fantasy. Something Jay couldn't understand, unable to escape as he constantly faced the upsetting reality.
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Jay shuffled the books back in the library, debating silently as his fingers lingered on the titles.
"Read the classics." He heard a voice trail from the back of the secondhand bookstore. "Edgar Allen Poe is absolutely the way to go."
"I've had enough of gruesome stories in real life to want to read them too." Jay countered, skimming through a lighthearted summary in his hand, but admitted the story made him cringe.
Jungmo, as if sensing his expression, chuckled. "Fine then."
Jay settled on a few books afterward, bag in hand as they stepped out of the store.
"I'll lead this time." Jungmo smirked, walking ahead.
Jay parted his lips, ready to reject, but decided to let the man do so.
"You can't make them feel useless."
Jay thinned his lips at the the tapping sounds against the ground. Jungmo pursed his lips, subtly surprised Jay didn't reprimand him for offering to lead, almost disappointed.
"You feel guilty for it, don't be." Jungmo uttered calmly, twirling the cane about. "I can take care of myself."
"I know."
Jungmo playfully glared behind him. "I can sense your confidence in me, really."
Jungmo kept the hat slightly forward to hide his eyes, with the confident and brisk way he walked ahead, no one would assume the man couldn't see.
The way Jungmo turned around, facing directly in Jay's direction, smiling mischievously. Even Jay would feel that small seed of doubt every now and then. One that was severed the moment the hat shifted upwards and revealed the scars around his eyes.
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His worst habit was to forgo reality, to let his thoughts wander off in pointless mirages. Ones that came alive, able to pretend he was walking on glass, beneath palaces, whatever he chose to imagine. He smiled at the possibilities he created with reality.
This blindness gave him a chance to abuse his drifting thoughts, his tendency to day dream now a permanent job.
He could pretend the swirls of stars that were dancing on either side of him did exist, and he almost laughed to himself the thought.
Jay walked behind him, double-checking the streets and the people around him, making sure Jungmo didn't potentially fall. Yet his eyes remained on his uplifted expression. To his own surprise, the other smiled more than he ever had when he had sight still. It bothered him, the fact that deepened the guilt.
Maybe because of this corner he pushed him into, Jungmo was purposely trying to make light of the situation.
"Right now, what wish are you making?"
Jay was caught off-guard by the question, standing beside him in the corner between two streets surrounded by traffic on either side. "I wish to get home."
Jungmo shook his head disapprovingly, cane balancing on his hand. "Even now, your answers are like this. Did you ever want something more than anything? Maybe a promotion? A girlfriend, a family, making more money."
Jay's gaze was unwavering, unrelenting as it looked after Jungmo within that sea of traffic. "I'm sorry to say I'll never make such a selfish wish."
Jungmo smirked. "You wouldn't be selfish." He sighed solemnly, facing up at the sky. "You'd be like the rest of us."
He felt Jay's hand grab his. "Let's go," Jay said lowly. "This light always takes forever."
The man in his grip lowered his hat. Jay was oblivious to the other's tensed shoulders, thinned lips, almost clumsy way of walking. Throughout their life, this was how Jungmo often appeared to him. That the man probably considered it normal.
Jay was a brilliant man, a fact he knew since their college years. But he was too oblivious to Jungmo's feelings even after all this time. A fact that made him bitter.
If he could make a wish right now, it'd be for Jay to be here, to be always beside him, but not from guilt. Not from constant worry.
But if he dared to ask for a different reason, he'd be too selfish, wouldn't he?
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"We'll give you all the money, just don't -"
"NO!"
Jay opened his eyes instantly, struggling for breath as he recognized the ceiling of his bedroom. He cleared his throat as he slowly got up despite how early it was, getting dressed.
He hesitated as he put on his sleeve, the scar trailing up his arm still evident after.
The nightmare began the same. The same crooks who grabbed the chemicals without knowing, who threw it to distract the incoming guard who had his gun raised. Jay only had seconds to react to shield Jungmo's face from most of its retched spill.
Jay had gotten it too easy. The familiar pang in his chest when he saw Jungmo accidentally meet his eyes, he was too sure of it.
"If you twist the knob any further, it'll break." Jungmo called out through the bathroom door, his expression solemn as he heard the running water.
The door opened as Jay stepped past him, water dripping down from his face as he sat on the bed. Jungmo followed suit with ease as he stepped towards the bed, no cane or hat in sight.
The bed dipped as Jungmo sat beside him. At his silent question, Jay replied. "I just had a nightmare. Nothing new."
"I knew you lied when you told the department you didn't need to see a psychologist."
"I don't." Jay insisted. "I just need some time to myself."
Jungmo narrowed his eyes. "It's been two years, I think it's been enough."
Jay felt the bed dip as Jungmo scooted closer, hand out to reach Jay's shoulder. His eyes trailed from the hand on his chest instead to the earnest expression the other held.
"If you don't want to talk to them, fine." He said reluctantly. "But... If you ever need to talk, about anything," He emphasized. "Then I'm here."
His heard pounded at the other hand that laid above his, hands clasped tightly together.
"I know." Jay said with a small smile.
Jungmo cleared his throat, restraining not to withdrew his hand from the other's grip and run out of that room.
A glint developed in his eyes, watching the other's uneasiness.
He was hopeful that it meant Jungmo felt more, that he felt the same as Jay had after all these years. Yet his eyes lowered, the nerd-like mentality remaining with him since their college years. Although Jungmo never once teased him for his studious attitude, or at least not cruelly as others hand.
Even as he was approached to work in the science branches of the police department, working with the best tools. Jungmo becoming a bodyguard for the company he joined, a fact that made him elated. Their friendship unwavering to this day.
A fact that was bittersweet, he realized.
-
The streets full of strong headlights at their rapid speeds, began to swirl about in Jay's vision. Stuck in the center platform between all four streets of strong traffic, waiting until the stubborn green lights turned for them to cross that early evening.
Jay watched the distracted man beside him who lazily turned around on the spot. He could almost laugh, his gaze softened as he recognized that childish movement. Even now, despite his loss of sight, Jungmo will still the same person. A trait that made him relieved.
Jungmo's gaze lingered on the gentle bit of light that swirled about them, his focus intently on it as it moved before his eyes and closer to his lips. He continued to turn around, shifting to follow it.
It burst the moment Jay pressed his lips against his.
Flustered, reddening cheeks paired with shifting eyes. Jungmo cleared his throat and tapped the cane against the floor. "I'm sorry, was I in the way?" He asked lightly, his tone strained.
Jay studied the man's expression, this now nervous manner. "You never are."
Jungmo repeatedly cleared his throat, vacant eyes roaming the ground. He felt a tug on his hand and allowed himself to be pulled, hand in hand as they finally crossed the streets.
Once they arrived at the sidewalk, he felt the pounding in his chest go a mile a minute.
He dared to say his wish out loud.
"If I wanted that... If I wanted to take that was something more, just now... Could I?" Jungmo asked.
Despite his years of fast-paced work and facing dangers in every corner, being around Jay destroyed those years of training in an instant. He couldn't never remain composed, calm around him. A fact not even his hat could hide.
And as Jay answered with a gentle squeeze of their still intertwined hands, Jungmo's expression brightened at the thought.
His hat remained tilted upwards, his scarred eyes remaining in place as he dared to step closer to the other. Jay's scarred hand remained in the other's grip, daring to take the cane's place, becoming his support.
They both dared to hope that it was more than friendship between them, and were glad to know it was mutual.
The star-littered streets they walked through seem to bounce with each step, leading them in the right direction.
- ❄ Challenge 18 ❄ | ❄ Challenge 20 ❄ -
A/N: JayMo/JayJung? No idea what this couple name is called ><
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Pairing: Jay/Jungmo
Genre: AU!Drama, Romance
Theme: Hats, Phrase to include: "twist the knob"
Summary: In spite of unfortunate circumstances, he was now given free reign to do as he wanted, to go along with dream-like fantasy. Something Jay couldn't understand, unable to escape as he constantly faced the upsetting reality.
-
Jay shuffled the books back in the library, debating silently as his fingers lingered on the titles.
"Read the classics." He heard a voice trail from the back of the secondhand bookstore. "Edgar Allen Poe is absolutely the way to go."
"I've had enough of gruesome stories in real life to want to read them too." Jay countered, skimming through a lighthearted summary in his hand, but admitted the story made him cringe.
Jungmo, as if sensing his expression, chuckled. "Fine then."
Jay settled on a few books afterward, bag in hand as they stepped out of the store.
"I'll lead this time." Jungmo smirked, walking ahead.
Jay parted his lips, ready to reject, but decided to let the man do so.
"You can't make them feel useless."
Jay thinned his lips at the the tapping sounds against the ground. Jungmo pursed his lips, subtly surprised Jay didn't reprimand him for offering to lead, almost disappointed.
"You feel guilty for it, don't be." Jungmo uttered calmly, twirling the cane about. "I can take care of myself."
"I know."
Jungmo playfully glared behind him. "I can sense your confidence in me, really."
Jungmo kept the hat slightly forward to hide his eyes, with the confident and brisk way he walked ahead, no one would assume the man couldn't see.
The way Jungmo turned around, facing directly in Jay's direction, smiling mischievously. Even Jay would feel that small seed of doubt every now and then. One that was severed the moment the hat shifted upwards and revealed the scars around his eyes.
-
His worst habit was to forgo reality, to let his thoughts wander off in pointless mirages. Ones that came alive, able to pretend he was walking on glass, beneath palaces, whatever he chose to imagine. He smiled at the possibilities he created with reality.
This blindness gave him a chance to abuse his drifting thoughts, his tendency to day dream now a permanent job.
He could pretend the swirls of stars that were dancing on either side of him did exist, and he almost laughed to himself the thought.
Jay walked behind him, double-checking the streets and the people around him, making sure Jungmo didn't potentially fall. Yet his eyes remained on his uplifted expression. To his own surprise, the other smiled more than he ever had when he had sight still. It bothered him, the fact that deepened the guilt.
Maybe because of this corner he pushed him into, Jungmo was purposely trying to make light of the situation.
"Right now, what wish are you making?"
Jay was caught off-guard by the question, standing beside him in the corner between two streets surrounded by traffic on either side. "I wish to get home."
Jungmo shook his head disapprovingly, cane balancing on his hand. "Even now, your answers are like this. Did you ever want something more than anything? Maybe a promotion? A girlfriend, a family, making more money."
Jay's gaze was unwavering, unrelenting as it looked after Jungmo within that sea of traffic. "I'm sorry to say I'll never make such a selfish wish."
Jungmo smirked. "You wouldn't be selfish." He sighed solemnly, facing up at the sky. "You'd be like the rest of us."
He felt Jay's hand grab his. "Let's go," Jay said lowly. "This light always takes forever."
The man in his grip lowered his hat. Jay was oblivious to the other's tensed shoulders, thinned lips, almost clumsy way of walking. Throughout their life, this was how Jungmo often appeared to him. That the man probably considered it normal.
Jay was a brilliant man, a fact he knew since their college years. But he was too oblivious to Jungmo's feelings even after all this time. A fact that made him bitter.
If he could make a wish right now, it'd be for Jay to be here, to be always beside him, but not from guilt. Not from constant worry.
But if he dared to ask for a different reason, he'd be too selfish, wouldn't he?
-
"We'll give you all the money, just don't -"
"NO!"
Jay opened his eyes instantly, struggling for breath as he recognized the ceiling of his bedroom. He cleared his throat as he slowly got up despite how early it was, getting dressed.
He hesitated as he put on his sleeve, the scar trailing up his arm still evident after.
The nightmare began the same. The same crooks who grabbed the chemicals without knowing, who threw it to distract the incoming guard who had his gun raised. Jay only had seconds to react to shield Jungmo's face from most of its retched spill.
Jay had gotten it too easy. The familiar pang in his chest when he saw Jungmo accidentally meet his eyes, he was too sure of it.
"If you twist the knob any further, it'll break." Jungmo called out through the bathroom door, his expression solemn as he heard the running water.
The door opened as Jay stepped past him, water dripping down from his face as he sat on the bed. Jungmo followed suit with ease as he stepped towards the bed, no cane or hat in sight.
The bed dipped as Jungmo sat beside him. At his silent question, Jay replied. "I just had a nightmare. Nothing new."
"I knew you lied when you told the department you didn't need to see a psychologist."
"I don't." Jay insisted. "I just need some time to myself."
Jungmo narrowed his eyes. "It's been two years, I think it's been enough."
Jay felt the bed dip as Jungmo scooted closer, hand out to reach Jay's shoulder. His eyes trailed from the hand on his chest instead to the earnest expression the other held.
"If you don't want to talk to them, fine." He said reluctantly. "But... If you ever need to talk, about anything," He emphasized. "Then I'm here."
His heard pounded at the other hand that laid above his, hands clasped tightly together.
"I know." Jay said with a small smile.
Jungmo cleared his throat, restraining not to withdrew his hand from the other's grip and run out of that room.
A glint developed in his eyes, watching the other's uneasiness.
He was hopeful that it meant Jungmo felt more, that he felt the same as Jay had after all these years. Yet his eyes lowered, the nerd-like mentality remaining with him since their college years. Although Jungmo never once teased him for his studious attitude, or at least not cruelly as others hand.
Even as he was approached to work in the science branches of the police department, working with the best tools. Jungmo becoming a bodyguard for the company he joined, a fact that made him elated. Their friendship unwavering to this day.
A fact that was bittersweet, he realized.
-
The streets full of strong headlights at their rapid speeds, began to swirl about in Jay's vision. Stuck in the center platform between all four streets of strong traffic, waiting until the stubborn green lights turned for them to cross that early evening.
Jay watched the distracted man beside him who lazily turned around on the spot. He could almost laugh, his gaze softened as he recognized that childish movement. Even now, despite his loss of sight, Jungmo will still the same person. A trait that made him relieved.
Jungmo's gaze lingered on the gentle bit of light that swirled about them, his focus intently on it as it moved before his eyes and closer to his lips. He continued to turn around, shifting to follow it.
It burst the moment Jay pressed his lips against his.
Flustered, reddening cheeks paired with shifting eyes. Jungmo cleared his throat and tapped the cane against the floor. "I'm sorry, was I in the way?" He asked lightly, his tone strained.
Jay studied the man's expression, this now nervous manner. "You never are."
Jungmo repeatedly cleared his throat, vacant eyes roaming the ground. He felt a tug on his hand and allowed himself to be pulled, hand in hand as they finally crossed the streets.
Once they arrived at the sidewalk, he felt the pounding in his chest go a mile a minute.
He dared to say his wish out loud.
"If I wanted that... If I wanted to take that was something more, just now... Could I?" Jungmo asked.
Despite his years of fast-paced work and facing dangers in every corner, being around Jay destroyed those years of training in an instant. He couldn't never remain composed, calm around him. A fact not even his hat could hide.
And as Jay answered with a gentle squeeze of their still intertwined hands, Jungmo's expression brightened at the thought.
His hat remained tilted upwards, his scarred eyes remaining in place as he dared to step closer to the other. Jay's scarred hand remained in the other's grip, daring to take the cane's place, becoming his support.
They both dared to hope that it was more than friendship between them, and were glad to know it was mutual.
The star-littered streets they walked through seem to bounce with each step, leading them in the right direction.
- ❄ Challenge 18 ❄ | ❄ Challenge 20 ❄ -
A/N: JayMo/JayJung? No idea what this couple name is called ><
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