the best of me; the changing of times 002
the best of me (2)
onew/minho
1,587
PG-13
Minho turned Jinki's frown upside down :')
lyrics and titles belong to underoath.
So this is a sorta prologue. This isn't a prologue anymore, but it might as well be? XD /corner!!!
This fic was originally written for an (ex) friend as a birthday oneshot. I ran out of time, it sat and rotted on my harddrive. I wanted to dedicate to someone, but since it was originally for someone else, it feels wrong. Parts of this were also beta-ed by phasera; but I've added to it (so half unbeta-ed). It's been with me a long time, and is now very dear to me T~~~T; and I understand the consequences of that. :)
the changing of times (underoath series): the last(1);
SO I AM GUESSING THIS FIC REALLY SUCKS BALLS. LMAO. NOT SURPRISED AT ALL. :D I won't bother posting the rest ~.~;;
Straight through the night
And the sun reflects the night
Water. Water. Water.
The same yet so different, here it was clear, crystal clear and there it didn’t seem clear at all. There it was blue-green. But still the same, or almost the same. He perched on the edge of the bath watching the water rise up the bathtub. He had the sudden urge to walk out of his house, naked and to walk into the water, let it rise up over his pale, skinny stupid body.
The moment didn’t pass.
His hands shook as they turned the faucet off, and silently he stood up, letting the soft white bathrobe slip from his shoulders. His heart was pounding so quickly, and his fingers trembled on the doorknob, the air outside was hot even in the blackness. He made his way through the undergrowth, and by the time he reached the beach, he felt sticky and hot.
The moon shone brightly in the sky, the air sucked out of his chest as he surveyed his beach in the darkness. It looked as if someone had thrown a thick black blanket over the landscape, yet the water shone, with a pale silvery light. But only the water reflected the faint silver light, and it felt like the bravest thing he had ever done. Slowly he made his way into the water, shivering as the water stroked and caressed up his naked limbs.
Was he home yet?
In the moonlight, he felt beautiful, in the darkness he felt so beautiful.
I never stopped believing in you and me
Your leaving never changed things
Every day, Minho found himself walking down the beach at sunset and he would find that boy sitting in a similar spot. A couple of times he would get close and then turn around and walk off, leaving the rude boy undisturbed. But other days Minho was so bored and desperate to talk to someone he would approach him. The boy always left right away, and Minho thought it was a pity because he looked intriguing. Minho wondered if it was just this town, people were not overly friendly but they would at least smile and say hello, not like this boy.
The third time Minho tried to talk to the buy, Minho noticed that the boy’s eyes looked empty and were full of sadness. Initially he just thought it was the fading daylight playing tricks on him, but they looked the same the next day. It made Minho feel curious, and because there wasn’t much else to be curious about around here, he found himself thinking more and more about this boy. Minho wondered who the boy was, and why he ran away as soon as Minho appeared, like Minho was the devil trying to steal his soul.
By the fifth day of his holiday, Minho was so bored he asked Mrs Kim if she wanted him to buy groceries just so he had something to do. She protested at first, saying it would be too awkward with his broken arm, but Minho was determined and he wore her down until she agreed to let him buy a few vegetables and meat but nothing too heavy.
Happy to have something to occupy his time, Minho whistled softly to himself as he pushed open the shop door, followed in by the tinkling of the bell on the frame. He had all the vegetables except the meat, and now he made his way into the butchery. Minho scanned the little shopping list as the door shut behind him, and there was the tinkling sound of bells. He looked up briefly, seeing that no one was there, before he glanced down at the list again. Mrs Kim had written two kinds of meat down leaving it up to him to decide what they should have for dinner, he was still trying to decide what would be best.
“Welcome!” A clear, warm voice rang out, and Minho looked up and froze as he saw the shop person greeting him. His eyes widened in surprise as he instantly recognised the boy from the beach standing there (although he looked a little different in the plain white uniform) welcoming him with a smile. He couldn’t help but gape as he stared, wondering if it was the same person. For a second he thought he must be a twin, until Minho looked closer and saw the same dark, sad eyes.
“H-Hi.” Minho stuttered, as he stepped forward and stared intently at the other boy. He felt as if he had stumbled into some strange alternate universe .
“You --you’re the boy from the beach.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying it, feeling awkward as the other boy frowned, his face scrunching up into a cute expression as he studied Minho’s face. After a moment or two, he blinked and stopped frowning, expression going blank. Minho shivered slightly at the sudden change in atmosphere.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess I am.” The boy shrugged, and Minho just continued to stare in surprise at him, he never imagined the boy worked, he looked so young. Minho thought the boy was probably still in high school, although Minho figured he could be a university student just working over the break. Minho watched as the other boy stood there not saying a word, just blinking as he stared back at Minho.
“Sorry, what did you want?” The boy asked a moment later, leaning over the counter to blink at Minho.
“Uh, I just wanted to say hi, to talk to you? I don’t know anyone around here, and you were the first young person I saw.” Minho answered, being honest.
“No, no. What kind of meat did you want to buy?”
“Oh. Sorry. ” Feeling his cheeks go red, Minho looked down at the counter and just pointed, too mortified to even speak. He felt stupid for not realising what the other boy meant. It was as if his brain had gone on holiday too and left him acting like a moron.
“It’s okay.” The boy added with a pleasant smile as he held out the bag of meat towards Minho.
“I’m Minho, by the way. I might scare you away again tonight at the beach.” Minho smiled faintly, their fingers brushing lightly as he took the bag from the other boy’s fingers. Minho risked a glance up to see that the boy was still smiling but the smile did not reach his eyes. It made Minho feel a little uncomfortable to see that smile, and it made him feel sad.
It was only after Minho walked out that he realised he still didn’t know the boy’s name, he hadn’t told Minho what his name was. Frowning Minho hoped they would actually talk that afternoon.
So close your eyes and search
Deeper than just memories
There was another watcher now, how did he feel about that? How did he feel about it?
Empty.
Although he wasn’t alone anymore. Empty. But he still felt alone. It wasn’t welcoming.
But he wasn’t alone anymore. No. It was an invasion. Would she still be there waiting?
No, he knew it didn’t matter.
The plate slid from his fingers, it didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
He sneered down at the shattered ceramic, laughing as he stood there in his kitchen.
She had never been waiting. He knew that.
Why did he keep telling himself, why did he tell himself………
In my mind you never left
Falling wasn't true
That afternoon Minho set off feeling determined, and when he arrived at the beach he stopped a metre away from the butchery boy, wondering if the other knew he was there. He stood for a moment, studying the boy, puzzling over why he ran away from him and would not talk to him, he thought that perhaps he just did not like strangers. Minho turned to face the waves, watching them lap at the sand and inch closer to their feet, he knew he had to say something, but he didn’t want the other to run off again.
“Hi.” He mumbled softly, “Hi , hi there.” He sighed and turned to look at Jinki, surprised when he saw him turn and look up at Minho. He looked stunned and Minho realised he had not heard him approaching. He started to smile when he saw that Jinki was still sitting there, but as soon as he thought it, the other boy started to rise up.
“Hi.” His voice was softer than it had been earlier, “Bye.” He mumbled sounding shy and unsure and then he turned and walked away. Minho pouted and watched his retreating back, sighing softly as the boy disappeared behind some trees and then he could no longer see him.
He sank down onto the sand and watched the sunset again, his mind going at a million miles per hour as he thought about his problem. Something about how sad Jinki’s eyes were made him want to do something to make the other happy. He decided that he would volunteer to buy the meat for the Kim’s, and then he would have an excuse, a reason to go talk to Jinki. Maybe then the other boy would get comfortable around Minho, and stop running away.
I had faith you flew past the sky
Straight through the night
Why wouldn’t it pass? Why wouldn’t it leave him alone? How long would it take for it to get better? When would it fade away and stop eating his insides out.
When would it just stop? Couldn’t anyone understand he was sick of it, sick of it all. Just sick to death of it.
Only routine kept him together, only routine. If he stopped that, then there would be nothing left.
Broken pieces.
I've been here for too long
To just walk away
idk how I feel about this tbh......................... hm. It probably falls flat on it's face.
But you know, that's okay. :> And for some of you~ todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay is a lucky day~~~ (maybe~~~) two updates in one day \o/!! My bad, for being slack/forgetting to update~ I've been busy with work (T^T;) and working on another writing project (not for here or there or anywhere...on lj)
lmao. feel like I'm talking to myself \o/ yayyyyyyyyyyy~ that's also okay too :D
Also. I know. This fic is soooooooooo slow and boring and just... pointless lol. I know. I know. But I still like it :/ I like boring things :c I like reading boring stories. *sigh* Sorry.
/clearly insane
♥
onew/minho
1,587
PG-13
Minho turned Jinki's frown upside down :')
lyrics and titles belong to underoath.
So this is a sorta prologue. This isn't a prologue anymore, but it might as well be? XD /corner!!!
This fic was originally written for an (ex) friend as a birthday oneshot. I ran out of time, it sat and rotted on my harddrive. I wanted to dedicate to someone, but since it was originally for someone else, it feels wrong. Parts of this were also beta-ed by phasera; but I've added to it (so half unbeta-ed). It's been with me a long time, and is now very dear to me T~~~T; and I understand the consequences of that. :)
the changing of times (underoath series): the last(1);
SO I AM GUESSING THIS FIC REALLY SUCKS BALLS. LMAO. NOT SURPRISED AT ALL. :D I won't bother posting the rest ~.~;;
Straight through the night
And the sun reflects the night
Water. Water. Water.
The same yet so different, here it was clear, crystal clear and there it didn’t seem clear at all. There it was blue-green. But still the same, or almost the same. He perched on the edge of the bath watching the water rise up the bathtub. He had the sudden urge to walk out of his house, naked and to walk into the water, let it rise up over his pale, skinny stupid body.
The moment didn’t pass.
His hands shook as they turned the faucet off, and silently he stood up, letting the soft white bathrobe slip from his shoulders. His heart was pounding so quickly, and his fingers trembled on the doorknob, the air outside was hot even in the blackness. He made his way through the undergrowth, and by the time he reached the beach, he felt sticky and hot.
The moon shone brightly in the sky, the air sucked out of his chest as he surveyed his beach in the darkness. It looked as if someone had thrown a thick black blanket over the landscape, yet the water shone, with a pale silvery light. But only the water reflected the faint silver light, and it felt like the bravest thing he had ever done. Slowly he made his way into the water, shivering as the water stroked and caressed up his naked limbs.
Was he home yet?
In the moonlight, he felt beautiful, in the darkness he felt so beautiful.
I never stopped believing in you and me
Your leaving never changed things
Every day, Minho found himself walking down the beach at sunset and he would find that boy sitting in a similar spot. A couple of times he would get close and then turn around and walk off, leaving the rude boy undisturbed. But other days Minho was so bored and desperate to talk to someone he would approach him. The boy always left right away, and Minho thought it was a pity because he looked intriguing. Minho wondered if it was just this town, people were not overly friendly but they would at least smile and say hello, not like this boy.
The third time Minho tried to talk to the buy, Minho noticed that the boy’s eyes looked empty and were full of sadness. Initially he just thought it was the fading daylight playing tricks on him, but they looked the same the next day. It made Minho feel curious, and because there wasn’t much else to be curious about around here, he found himself thinking more and more about this boy. Minho wondered who the boy was, and why he ran away as soon as Minho appeared, like Minho was the devil trying to steal his soul.
By the fifth day of his holiday, Minho was so bored he asked Mrs Kim if she wanted him to buy groceries just so he had something to do. She protested at first, saying it would be too awkward with his broken arm, but Minho was determined and he wore her down until she agreed to let him buy a few vegetables and meat but nothing too heavy.
Happy to have something to occupy his time, Minho whistled softly to himself as he pushed open the shop door, followed in by the tinkling of the bell on the frame. He had all the vegetables except the meat, and now he made his way into the butchery. Minho scanned the little shopping list as the door shut behind him, and there was the tinkling sound of bells. He looked up briefly, seeing that no one was there, before he glanced down at the list again. Mrs Kim had written two kinds of meat down leaving it up to him to decide what they should have for dinner, he was still trying to decide what would be best.
“Welcome!” A clear, warm voice rang out, and Minho looked up and froze as he saw the shop person greeting him. His eyes widened in surprise as he instantly recognised the boy from the beach standing there (although he looked a little different in the plain white uniform) welcoming him with a smile. He couldn’t help but gape as he stared, wondering if it was the same person. For a second he thought he must be a twin, until Minho looked closer and saw the same dark, sad eyes.
“H-Hi.” Minho stuttered, as he stepped forward and stared intently at the other boy. He felt as if he had stumbled into some strange alternate universe .
“You --you’re the boy from the beach.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying it, feeling awkward as the other boy frowned, his face scrunching up into a cute expression as he studied Minho’s face. After a moment or two, he blinked and stopped frowning, expression going blank. Minho shivered slightly at the sudden change in atmosphere.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess I am.” The boy shrugged, and Minho just continued to stare in surprise at him, he never imagined the boy worked, he looked so young. Minho thought the boy was probably still in high school, although Minho figured he could be a university student just working over the break. Minho watched as the other boy stood there not saying a word, just blinking as he stared back at Minho.
“Sorry, what did you want?” The boy asked a moment later, leaning over the counter to blink at Minho.
“Uh, I just wanted to say hi, to talk to you? I don’t know anyone around here, and you were the first young person I saw.” Minho answered, being honest.
“No, no. What kind of meat did you want to buy?”
“Oh. Sorry. ” Feeling his cheeks go red, Minho looked down at the counter and just pointed, too mortified to even speak. He felt stupid for not realising what the other boy meant. It was as if his brain had gone on holiday too and left him acting like a moron.
“It’s okay.” The boy added with a pleasant smile as he held out the bag of meat towards Minho.
“I’m Minho, by the way. I might scare you away again tonight at the beach.” Minho smiled faintly, their fingers brushing lightly as he took the bag from the other boy’s fingers. Minho risked a glance up to see that the boy was still smiling but the smile did not reach his eyes. It made Minho feel a little uncomfortable to see that smile, and it made him feel sad.
It was only after Minho walked out that he realised he still didn’t know the boy’s name, he hadn’t told Minho what his name was. Frowning Minho hoped they would actually talk that afternoon.
So close your eyes and search
Deeper than just memories
There was another watcher now, how did he feel about that? How did he feel about it?
Empty.
Although he wasn’t alone anymore. Empty. But he still felt alone. It wasn’t welcoming.
But he wasn’t alone anymore. No. It was an invasion. Would she still be there waiting?
No, he knew it didn’t matter.
The plate slid from his fingers, it didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
He sneered down at the shattered ceramic, laughing as he stood there in his kitchen.
She had never been waiting. He knew that.
Why did he keep telling himself, why did he tell himself………
In my mind you never left
Falling wasn't true
That afternoon Minho set off feeling determined, and when he arrived at the beach he stopped a metre away from the butchery boy, wondering if the other knew he was there. He stood for a moment, studying the boy, puzzling over why he ran away from him and would not talk to him, he thought that perhaps he just did not like strangers. Minho turned to face the waves, watching them lap at the sand and inch closer to their feet, he knew he had to say something, but he didn’t want the other to run off again.
“Hi.” He mumbled softly, “Hi , hi there.” He sighed and turned to look at Jinki, surprised when he saw him turn and look up at Minho. He looked stunned and Minho realised he had not heard him approaching. He started to smile when he saw that Jinki was still sitting there, but as soon as he thought it, the other boy started to rise up.
“Hi.” His voice was softer than it had been earlier, “Bye.” He mumbled sounding shy and unsure and then he turned and walked away. Minho pouted and watched his retreating back, sighing softly as the boy disappeared behind some trees and then he could no longer see him.
He sank down onto the sand and watched the sunset again, his mind going at a million miles per hour as he thought about his problem. Something about how sad Jinki’s eyes were made him want to do something to make the other happy. He decided that he would volunteer to buy the meat for the Kim’s, and then he would have an excuse, a reason to go talk to Jinki. Maybe then the other boy would get comfortable around Minho, and stop running away.
I had faith you flew past the sky
Straight through the night
Why wouldn’t it pass? Why wouldn’t it leave him alone? How long would it take for it to get better? When would it fade away and stop eating his insides out.
When would it just stop? Couldn’t anyone understand he was sick of it, sick of it all. Just sick to death of it.
Only routine kept him together, only routine. If he stopped that, then there would be nothing left.
Broken pieces.
I've been here for too long
To just walk away
idk how I feel about this tbh......................... hm. It probably falls flat on it's face.
But you know, that's okay. :> And for some of you~ todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay is a lucky day~~~ (maybe~~~) two updates in one day \o/!! My bad, for being slack/forgetting to update~ I've been busy with work (T^T;) and working on another writing project (not for here or there or anywhere...on lj)
lmao. feel like I'm talking to myself \o/ yayyyyyyyyyyy~ that's also okay too :D
Also. I know. This fic is soooooooooo slow and boring and just... pointless lol. I know. I know. But I still like it :/ I like boring things :c I like reading boring stories. *sigh* Sorry.
/clearly insane
♥