"Beneath the Lines" (One-shot)
Title: "Beneath the Lines"
Author: towelettepower (@ pokokihcikisik)
Pairing/Focus: TofuHo (Onew/Minho)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt(s)/Inspiration(s): This fanart reinyuu wanted me to write about, this song by my favourite Welsh metal-core band & this other fanart I came across.
Dedication(s): reinyuu
Summary: Minho and Onew are trapped inside an enchanted mansion and can't get out.
A/N: I've decided to rewrite Beneath the Lines! Um, this may not make any sense because i wrote this at 2AM.. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHOI FUCKIN' MINHO! I LA LU LOTS. ♥ I might rewrite this again....
"You cannot escape and cannot be with the person you love." Minho read the note that was placed on the glass dinning table and glanced at the shorter man who standing beside him.
Jinki didn't meet his gaze with the taller boy. He walked out of dinning room, passed the foyer and into what seemed to be the living room.
Black and white. All the walls, doors, floors, furniture, and everything else were either the color white or black. Those were only highlight and shade that covered all over the mansion.
Minho walked around the dinning room trying to find more notes. He doesn't know who he is or how he got into this mansion. Minho only remembers his name and only memory was walking up in this room. Even though he walked around the room about five times there wasn't a single paper with written words on it.
"We're going to be here forever." Minho looked in the direction prior to the voice was coming from. The shorter male walked up to Minho handing him a small black box. Minho was engraved the top of the box. "This place is enchanted." He gave the shorter boy a disbelieving look who shrugged and walked away.
However, Jinki is the opposite. Jinki was ordered and forced by someone or something to bring Minho into this place and make him forget everything. Though, something went wrong. He remembers everything.
Minho placed the black box on the table and slowly opened it. The box inside revealed two items: one note and a revolver. I want to see you shoot the way you shout. Minho furrowed his eyebrows as he read the note and then picked up the other object, the revolver.
A pink revolver. The only colour that existed in the house.
Minho couldn't stand this... staying in this empty and cold mansion. How could Jinki put up with all this bullshit that is happening in this place? Is Minho the only one who sees black figures roaming the halls? Is he the only one who hears whispers at night? Is he the only one who can feel the cold wind that goes through the house even though there is no windows? Is he going crazy?
As a result, Minho wanted to shout or scream as loud as he can. He couldn't. No matter how hard he tired. It's like his vocal cords has a limit to how loud he can talk.
That's when he started to flip things over. He started break everything in his room, the chairs, bed, dresser, he tried to smash the windows with some of the objects in his room. His room was a complete mess.
When Minho was making his way out of his room a pink object caught his eye. It wasn't the revolver but something else. It was a rectangle shape and it had to long string that was parted half way. He stuffed it into his pocket.
The next morning, everything was put back together. Everything. The chairs, dressers, bed and everything he broke was fixed and placed how it was before he destroyed it. That's when he believed the other male.
Jinki sat at the opposite side of Minho at the dinning table, he grinned at him. "It's been one month," he lied, it's actually been nine years. "You tried to kill me four times and you tried to get out of this place eleven times." He took a few sips from his tea.
"Tell me more," Minho responded giving him a smug look. "About me."
Jinki smiled at the boy across from him. "You're Choi Minho, age twenty-nine, and you have an older brother who died merely months ago before we met."
We met when you were twenty-nine... the year of 1948.
They both sat in silence. Minho and Jinki didn't mind it, considering that was the only thing they did ever since they've met. They had a few light conversations but nothing too deep.
Minho took out the pink object he found in his room. "What's this?" He slid the object to Jinki.
Jinki picked it up and examined it. "I don't know," Jinki told Minho as he got up to get himself another cup of tea. "Now, stay away from me."
"Go away," Minho said pointing the revolver at Jinki's head when Jinki sat down in the chair next to Minho.
Jinki grinned as he held a glass of coffee to his lips, "only if you stay away from me." A mere silence filled the air. "I brought you here," Jinki admitted, he lost his smile.
Minho kept the object pointed at the elder's temple and waited for him to continue. "I... I was ordered to bring you here. We met in a bar on January fifth in the year of 1948. I was suppose to bring you into this place and make you lose your memory... And I did something I wasn't ordered to do."
"What was that?"
"Fall in love."
Aish, Minho unbuttoned the top buttons on his dress shirt. The blood inside his body started to boil and felt like he was going to burst. But when splash cold water onto his face, he would start shaking violently. He paced back in fourth in his room back and forth. What's wrong with him?
Minho took one glance at the pink object on his dresser.
Jinki looked at himself in the full-length mirror that hung in the foyer, he put the red rose on his suit he found in the depths of the mansion. He gave a gentle smile at Minho through the mirror when he was in site. Jinki noted the revolver that was in his hand, "I guess it's finally time." He took off his pink glasses.
Minho pointed the revolver at Jinki's head, "I told you countless times to go a--"
"And I told you countless time to stay away from me." Jinki interrupted Minho for the first time.
Minho grabbed Jinki's shoulder and turned him around so he was facing him. Jinki felt the barrel of the revolver put at his temple. The older male had squeezed eyes shut tight.
"I love you."
A surprising quick loud noise ran through the mansion.
Minho caught the now lifeless body. He supported Jinki's head as he slowly brought the body to the ground, with the gun still in his hand.
Minho felt nothing. Though tears blurred his vision and closed his eyes so he wouldn't be able see the lifeless body How can he still feel nothing?