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He doesn’t remember anything.
There was this flashing light.
Then these voices - screaming - shouting - calling for help.
Then there were these sirens - deafening to the ear as streaks of red flashed across his vision.
And now he can’t breathe.
Everything grows dark…
And the voices in his head grow louder - louder - louder - till he cant hear himself no more.
He wants to reach - wants to block out the noises - wants to escape the sounds and shouts from his head - but he cant move.
He can’t move - he can’t speak - he can’t breathe…
--
He hears the ocean…
The supple criss cross of waves across the sea.
The calming water rushing across the sand - taking away anything and everything in its path.
Like his pain - he wants it to go away - he wants it all to go away - the voices, the sounds, the noises - the siren…
Pain is good - he tells himself - pain lets you know you’re still alive - pain is your best friend.
But what happens when that pain goes away?
---
Feather like touches smooth across his back - inevidently pausing at the inked words across his right shoulder - ghosting imprinted letters with blunt fingernails - arms mysteriously finding themselves round his waist - and he cant think anymore.
“Wake up, baby…”
It’s like fucking music to his hears - soothing, sensual - and deep and uncharacteristically calming against his ears.
“You have to wake up…”
And he wants to - he wants to so bad - wants to open his eyes and face that mysterious figure - wants to turn around and face him - wrap arms round him and pull him close and never let go.
“Wake up, Ji…please…”
He’s screaming in his own mind now - fingers balled into a fist and fingernails digging into the palm of his hand.
But he can’t move - he can’t speak - he can’t talk - he can’t touch him…
---
It’s fucking euphoria to his ears - and he feels him this close to him.
And their bodies moving as one - their bodies aligned so perfectly it’s crazy.
It’s hot - everything’s too hot - sweat drips down his forehead and clings to messy strands of hair.
Then he feels that rising pit of heat and comes through the pleasure ridden high - drops face-down on the bed because he’s done too.
His body pressed atop him, lips trailing butterfly kisses across his back - nuzzles into dampened hair when he pulls out and lies beside him.
He’s there - smoky smudges eyelined eyes and all - too-long dark hair clinging to his forehead body slick with sweat and a sigh of contentment escaping his lips.
He’s there - and Jiyong loves every bit of it.
---
He sees him.
He’s there.
Dark hair and all - smoky eyes staring him straight in the face - lips pursed into a thin line and he’s waiting - as if he’s anxious - as if someone that’s supposed to be there isn’t.
“Wait…”
Jiyong calls out to him - reaches out an arm - but he doesn’t seem to notice - turns on his heel and gives him his back - and walks away.
“Wait!”
He’s almost hysterical now - both feet planted flat on the ground - and he cant move, he cant fucking move, even if he forces himself, even if he prays, begs, screams - nothing - he cant move - but he can see - at least he can see.
“Stop!”
Tears flood his face - blurring his vision - blurring him from his sight.
“Please…stop…”
Then something goes wrong.
Something goes terribly wrong.
He’s still there - back still facing him - propted to move but he doesn’t - stays with one foot planted on the ground and the other on it’s tip - as if he was frozen.
He is frozen - the world is frozen - the busy streets with people colliding and cajoling - it’s stopped - everything’s stopped - but the giant clock at the back of his head says otherwise.
Tick tock tick tock…
He tries again - tries lifting his foot.
And it works.
And he’s walking now - gliding more like it - sprinting past the sea and floods of people - pushing his way through the trolley-mover in his way.
And he sees him.
Looks at his face - traces his eyes, lips, and nose, everything…
He remembers.
He remembers that face.
He knows that face - he’s seen it before - he knows it.
Then he blinks and everything’s gone.
The world turns white - and he’s suffocated in the array of glowing lights and flashing rays.
Tick…
It hurts - it hurts so much he wants to cry - he wants to scream and shout and wants someone to save him - anyone - he needs someone - just someone - somebody to help.
Tick…
The pain in his chest grows deeper - stinging in like a blade piercing through it - then sliding through, cutting him inside - slowly, swiftly, torturously.
Tick…
And he can’t breathe - when everything around him turns to water - and he’s drowning.
Tick…
The steady beat of his heart weakens - and he can feel the pounding in his chest.
Ti…ck….
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
---
“Save him, you have to save him!”
“We’re trying our best, sir.”
“Well, your best isn’t enough! Just…just let me see him, please…let me talk to him…”
“Sir, it’s best if you didn’t.”
“I need to see him!”
“Please calm down, sir.”
“He’s dying in there and you won’t let me see him. How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?”
“Mr. Choi, if you don’t settle down, we’ll have to call security.”
---
Kwon Ji Yong was never afraid of death.
Till it stared him straight in the face.
---
“Seunghyun…”
Jiyong doesn’t know where he’s heard that name before - he isn’t even sure if he knows a Seunghyun. But it comes to him like second instinct - and arms wrap round his waist the moment it escapes his lips.
Then a body meets his and the heat radiating off is all the comfort he’ll ever need.
“Wake up, Ji.”
He doesn’t want to. He really doesn’t want to.
“It’s time to wake up, baby.”
Dark eyes meet his - remorse and regret filling pulls of black.
“No.”
He’s stubborn enough to admit it, even if the world was waiting on him to wake up - he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t ever - he would never leave this place.
“You have to.”
Frail arms pound into his chest - lips pouted like a child’s and he’s on the verge of breaking down.
“No.”
“It’s not an option, Ji.”
He doesn’t believe it - doesn’t believe it for a second.
“What if you’re not there? I wont be able to go on.” I need you too god damn much.
“I’ll be there, baby. I promise.”
With that, he tucks stray strands of hair behind Jiyong’s ear - kisses him on the forehead.
And Jiyong’s mind goes swirling out of control.
---
He wakes to a white ceiling - to a cold, empty room, to a single bed with shitty sheets and smells like antiseptic - with tubes and pricks and needles digging into him and he struggles just to twist his head.
And now he really regrets leaving the comfort of the other world - the world where Seunghyun’s there and everything is just perfect.
“Ji?”
He knows that voice - he knows it - he knows it.
And he’s there - dark eyes and all - and maybe in the real world, Seunghyun would wear eyeliner.
“Seunghyun…”
Then he kisses him and everything’s alright.
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There was this flashing light.
Then these voices - screaming - shouting - calling for help.
Then there were these sirens - deafening to the ear as streaks of red flashed across his vision.
And now he can’t breathe.
Everything grows dark…
And the voices in his head grow louder - louder - louder - till he cant hear himself no more.
He wants to reach - wants to block out the noises - wants to escape the sounds and shouts from his head - but he cant move.
He can’t move - he can’t speak - he can’t breathe…
--
He hears the ocean…
The supple criss cross of waves across the sea.
The calming water rushing across the sand - taking away anything and everything in its path.
Like his pain - he wants it to go away - he wants it all to go away - the voices, the sounds, the noises - the siren…
Pain is good - he tells himself - pain lets you know you’re still alive - pain is your best friend.
But what happens when that pain goes away?
---
Feather like touches smooth across his back - inevidently pausing at the inked words across his right shoulder - ghosting imprinted letters with blunt fingernails - arms mysteriously finding themselves round his waist - and he cant think anymore.
“Wake up, baby…”
It’s like fucking music to his hears - soothing, sensual - and deep and uncharacteristically calming against his ears.
“You have to wake up…”
And he wants to - he wants to so bad - wants to open his eyes and face that mysterious figure - wants to turn around and face him - wrap arms round him and pull him close and never let go.
“Wake up, Ji…please…”
He’s screaming in his own mind now - fingers balled into a fist and fingernails digging into the palm of his hand.
But he can’t move - he can’t speak - he can’t talk - he can’t touch him…
---
It’s fucking euphoria to his ears - and he feels him this close to him.
And their bodies moving as one - their bodies aligned so perfectly it’s crazy.
It’s hot - everything’s too hot - sweat drips down his forehead and clings to messy strands of hair.
Then he feels that rising pit of heat and comes through the pleasure ridden high - drops face-down on the bed because he’s done too.
His body pressed atop him, lips trailing butterfly kisses across his back - nuzzles into dampened hair when he pulls out and lies beside him.
He’s there - smoky smudges eyelined eyes and all - too-long dark hair clinging to his forehead body slick with sweat and a sigh of contentment escaping his lips.
He’s there - and Jiyong loves every bit of it.
---
He sees him.
He’s there.
Dark hair and all - smoky eyes staring him straight in the face - lips pursed into a thin line and he’s waiting - as if he’s anxious - as if someone that’s supposed to be there isn’t.
“Wait…”
Jiyong calls out to him - reaches out an arm - but he doesn’t seem to notice - turns on his heel and gives him his back - and walks away.
“Wait!”
He’s almost hysterical now - both feet planted flat on the ground - and he cant move, he cant fucking move, even if he forces himself, even if he prays, begs, screams - nothing - he cant move - but he can see - at least he can see.
“Stop!”
Tears flood his face - blurring his vision - blurring him from his sight.
“Please…stop…”
Then something goes wrong.
Something goes terribly wrong.
He’s still there - back still facing him - propted to move but he doesn’t - stays with one foot planted on the ground and the other on it’s tip - as if he was frozen.
He is frozen - the world is frozen - the busy streets with people colliding and cajoling - it’s stopped - everything’s stopped - but the giant clock at the back of his head says otherwise.
Tick tock tick tock…
He tries again - tries lifting his foot.
And it works.
And he’s walking now - gliding more like it - sprinting past the sea and floods of people - pushing his way through the trolley-mover in his way.
And he sees him.
Looks at his face - traces his eyes, lips, and nose, everything…
He remembers.
He remembers that face.
He knows that face - he’s seen it before - he knows it.
Then he blinks and everything’s gone.
The world turns white - and he’s suffocated in the array of glowing lights and flashing rays.
Tick…
It hurts - it hurts so much he wants to cry - he wants to scream and shout and wants someone to save him - anyone - he needs someone - just someone - somebody to help.
Tick…
The pain in his chest grows deeper - stinging in like a blade piercing through it - then sliding through, cutting him inside - slowly, swiftly, torturously.
Tick…
And he can’t breathe - when everything around him turns to water - and he’s drowning.
Tick…
The steady beat of his heart weakens - and he can feel the pounding in his chest.
Ti…ck….
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
---
“Save him, you have to save him!”
“We’re trying our best, sir.”
“Well, your best isn’t enough! Just…just let me see him, please…let me talk to him…”
“Sir, it’s best if you didn’t.”
“I need to see him!”
“Please calm down, sir.”
“He’s dying in there and you won’t let me see him. How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?”
“Mr. Choi, if you don’t settle down, we’ll have to call security.”
---
Kwon Ji Yong was never afraid of death.
Till it stared him straight in the face.
---
“Seunghyun…”
Jiyong doesn’t know where he’s heard that name before - he isn’t even sure if he knows a Seunghyun. But it comes to him like second instinct - and arms wrap round his waist the moment it escapes his lips.
Then a body meets his and the heat radiating off is all the comfort he’ll ever need.
“Wake up, Ji.”
He doesn’t want to. He really doesn’t want to.
“It’s time to wake up, baby.”
Dark eyes meet his - remorse and regret filling pulls of black.
“No.”
He’s stubborn enough to admit it, even if the world was waiting on him to wake up - he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t ever - he would never leave this place.
“You have to.”
Frail arms pound into his chest - lips pouted like a child’s and he’s on the verge of breaking down.
“No.”
“It’s not an option, Ji.”
He doesn’t believe it - doesn’t believe it for a second.
“What if you’re not there? I wont be able to go on.” I need you too god damn much.
“I’ll be there, baby. I promise.”
With that, he tucks stray strands of hair behind Jiyong’s ear - kisses him on the forehead.
And Jiyong’s mind goes swirling out of control.
---
He wakes to a white ceiling - to a cold, empty room, to a single bed with shitty sheets and smells like antiseptic - with tubes and pricks and needles digging into him and he struggles just to twist his head.
And now he really regrets leaving the comfort of the other world - the world where Seunghyun’s there and everything is just perfect.
“Ji?”
He knows that voice - he knows it - he knows it.
And he’s there - dark eyes and all - and maybe in the real world, Seunghyun would wear eyeliner.
“Seunghyun…”
Then he kisses him and everything’s alright.
I'll give a nickle to anyone who understands this fic xD
I just realised (okay, I HAVE realised for awhile now) how pathetic my friends list is
ADDME ADDME ADDME ADDME ADDME ADDME? =)