[fic] Beautiful thing...beautiful you - chapter 4
Title: Beautiful Thing...Beautiful You
Pairing(s): Yoomin, (Yunjae later),
Length: Chapter 4/?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language,
Genre: AU, drama, angst, sci-fi
Summary: On one ordinary day like all others, Yoochun rescues an injured man. But the other is not quite what he seems to be. And was their meeting really a coincidence?
A/N: ouch! these chapters keep coming out super long! i'd die of thirst if i had to read this out loud kkkkkkk hope you enjoy ~~~~~~ <3
Previous chapters:
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |
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The next few days passed slowly. A mix of shy discovery and increasing curiosity as he learned the newly named Changmin was no more than an innocent boy, seeming only a few years younger than Yoochun himself yet blessedly and amazingly free from the scars and horrors that permeated Yoochun’s life.
Or, it could have simply been the place where his memories cut off. As for memories, the other actually had quite a few. Yet the more Yoochun heard, the more confused he eventually became. The man believed himself to have led a real, normal, human life. He thought of himself as human. With a family he’d lost along with his memory.
There could be any number of reasons for the memory lapse, yet nothing, absolutely nothing, could explain the wound marking Changmin’s body when he’d found him, or the obviously inhuman make of his body.
As he spent time with the other, Yoochun began to doubt himself. Maybe he had been under too much strain, and delirious the night he’d found him. There must have been blood and normal human tissue… or maybe there had never been a wound at all. Yoochun was afraid to bring it up again, not entirely sure if that eerie dark moment had actually happened or if it had really been another of his strange creepy dreams.
He couldn’t prove it either way, and it wasn’t like he was about to grab the other and cut him open to recheck. It was enough for him to learn that Changmin did indeed come from the city above the clouds, though unfortunately he hadn’t spoken about it as much as Yoochun would have liked.
Maybe he didn’t remember that, also. But Yoochun had a sneaking suspicion there was another reason, that Changmin was hiding something. It was making him crazy since he wanted to know why. He wanted to hear everything possible about that far away place. And as they spent more long hours with only one another for company, he wanted to hear every last opinion and thought that went through the other man’s mind.
He was enthralled with the man’s steady gaze, the dark ocean of his eyes. He could stare at that face for hours, waiting for that quirk of a smile that had started to make his heart skip a beat and his cheeks feel warm. He was entranced with the deep voice that spoke so easily of sweet innocence and wide open freedom. A young mind not yet marred by the dark disgusting horrors of the world, a man free from suffering…from experience.
And Yoochun stubbornly refused to wonder what those eyes would contain if the other should gain his memory back. He couldn’t admit that the thought scared him. He didn’t want to find out that the man he was starting to grow attached to could be anyone else, anything different than he was here and now. He didn’t even care if he wasn’t really human; Changmin had displayed that he had a mind and heart to match any other person.
Yet every time Changmin turned around and the black mark on his neck flashed before Yooochun’s eyes, an icy sliver would wedge into his chest. The mark haunted him as much as it intrigued him. He wanted to know the truth about Changmin’s lost memory, yet he was completely terrified by the dark prospects that tattoo promised.
He knew what it was, yet didn’t know what that really meant. It was a small relief that Changmin was completely oblivious. He seemed to have forgotten about the mark after Yoochun told him it was there, and Yoochun was loath to bring it up again. He didn’t want to see a cloud darken those clear eyes, nor did he want to see the burden it pressed to the other.
Yoochun knew they couldn’t just stay like this for long. He had to pay the rent, he had to feed them, and he had no job. He put off the day to search for a new one as long as he could. He didn’t want to face it. He wanted to stay locked up in this room with Changmin. Their own world, their own escape. He didn’t need anything else, but he was just terrified Changmin would ask to leave.
He should have realized he was being a coward, unrealistic, and basically brainwashing himself. He should have prepared himself, or even just tried to prevent the inevitable from happening. Because when everything changed he was not ready, and it took him down without a fight.
It was only midmorning, the rest of the day still stretching out ahead of them. Yoochun had been woken a short time before by a crackling static that radiated through the room. Another storm was brewing in the fiercely swirling pollution that clouded the sky.
Except it was the kind of storm that sent electricity tingling down his spine and out the ends of his fingers. An unnatural force created by something hidden behind the dark clouds. Such storms were often accompanied by explosions that lit the clouds around them in sick flashes of dirty colors. It was no act of nature, but as much as he watched the sparking skies for hours, he never could see what caused it.
Yet another one of his unreachable mysterious dreams.
He sighed, breath fogging up the window as he gazed up at the flickering sludge above the city. These strange storms were one of the few things he could remotely call beautiful in this dirty city, and his eyes traced over the clouds contentedly, seeking out more flashes of light.
A rustle of movement beside him announced the arrival of Changmin. The other slid into the space next to him, the movement was already so comfortable and welcome. He lifted his own arms to cross them on the windowsill, mimicking Yoochun, but the head he rested on them was not directed at the sky. He lay with his face to Yoochun, and Yoochun could see those eyes staring at him in his peripheral vision.
He let the man stare. He liked to stare a lot, and Yoochun had spent many hours wondering at the thoughts running behind the gaze. Changmin was a rather quiet person, yet he would always respond if Yoochun should speak.
Yoochun tried to keep his attention focused on the sky, yet Changmin’s presence was incredibly distracting. It was especially so since the other continued to stare at his face openly.
Yoochun wondered what he should say, fighting the desire to turn his own head to meet those eyes. Changmin was the one to break the silence first.
“You’re always looking up.” A pause. “But how do you know what’s hidden up there is better than this?”
Yoochun stared fixedly at a blooming fire behind a low hanging cloud. He could almost see the bright orange and yellow flames, colors that made his blood tingle with excitement. “I just know.” He supplied shortly.
Changmin huffed a small sigh. “You want me to take you there?”
Yoochun whipped his head around so fast his neck cracked painfully. He winced as his hand rubbed at it, but his eyes were strong and sharp clashing against Changmin’s dreamy almost sad look. He desperately wanted to prod for more information.
“Though, I don’t remember the way…” Changmin blinked so slowly Yoochun thought he’d closed his eyes for a moment. When they slid open again, there was almost a hazy film across them, muting their clear depths.
Yoochun hadn’t seen this expression on the other before, and it made him uneasy for some reason, as if Changmin was going back inside his own head. He reached out a hand hesitantly, then placed it gently along the curve of Changmin’s cheek.
“Hey, are you okay?” He murmured, worry flickering faintly as Changmin’s eyes slid closed at his touch.
He was about to ask again, feeling oddly like Changmin was slipping away from him, when the small content smile on the other’s face stopped his heart in its tracks. His hand trembled slightly as he boldly moved it across his face, one thin finger tracing along the thick eyebrows, across long dark lashes, down the nose, and to feather across smooth lips.
He shivered involuntarily at the touch, almost missing the way Changmin’s lips moved ever so slightly to press against the pad of the finger resting against them. His heart was pounding in his chest and in his head, and it was too strong, a rush of blood and heat and pressure all around him.
Yoochun blinked and found himself lying on his back, thrown haphazardly across the bed. Around him the room was in shambles, furniture shifted and things knocked over.
The whole building shook dangerously as a deep rumbling boom rocked the sky, another sudden wave of overwhelming force pressing down against his chest, forcing the air from his lungs and stealing the cry from his lips. Again momentarily losing his sight and hearing, Yoochun struggled feebly under that horrendous pressure that threatened to split his head. And then it was gone.
Gasping for air, whole body shaken slightly as it screamed for oxygen, Yoochun could only stare stunned up at the ceiling. A second later a faint moan from somewhere down on the floor reminded him that a few moments ago Changmin had screamed.
He rolled over painfully, head feeling like it was about to split in two with a sudden head ache, white flashed blindingly across his vision once then vanished. Once his eyes cleared he looked around quickly to find Changmin lying in a heap on the floor, hands pressed tightly over his ears. Remnants of the shattered window lay over and around him in little shards.
“Changmin!” Yoochun’s voice wavered weakly, as if there wasn’t enough oxygen to support the words into the air. He struggled to get up. It must have been an explosion of some kind, and it had been much too close.
He tumbled to the floor, falling heavily upon shards of glass. They bit into his skin painfully, sharp stings that had him gasping but cleared his head at the same time. Reaching out, he carefully attempted to brush the glass covering Changmin away, concerned deeply as the other still didn’t move.
“Changmin, are you okay?”
His voice sounded panicky and loud in the silent room. His hands were scratched and bleeding as he reached for Changmin’s head and cradled it in his lap, nervously patting and stroking the man’s hair. What should he do?
It was only a few minutes that Changmin remained unresponsive, but it felt like hours to Yoochun, whose hands had yet to stop trembling, and his nose wouldn’t stop running for some reason.
He wiped at it frustrated with the back of one sleeve, and it came away red and soaking. With a groan he let his head fall back, fucking pressure had split his head and blood continued to stream from his nose.
It was then Changmin stirred in his lap, and Yoochun quickly bent over him. He brushed bangs off his forehead, watching as Changmin's eyes fluttered slowly open. The eyes that met his looked similar to the way they did before the blast, dazed and shadowed, yet as Changmin slowly seemed to focus in on his face the other’s body suddenly froze up.
Changmin’s eyes were suddenly so hard, sharp and staring fixedly at Yoochun’s face. Yoochun stared back dumbly. What was going on? Was Changmin hurt somewhere?
A hand was suddenly reaching up shakily, jerking as if Changmin didn’t have control over it. His fingers swiped across Yoochun’s mouth and chin, wiping the warm sticky redness that marked them. Yoochun was about to reassure him that he was fine, that a little nosebleed wouldn’t kill him, but Changmin was staring at the red on his fingers as if transfixed, his expression a frozen mask of shock and horror.
Then his body was seizing up, muscles contracting, as if trying to curl himself into a ball yet resisting at the same time. His whole body had begun to shake, trembling so violently that Yoochun cried out in alarm, reaching for the man who seemed to be going into some state of shock.
Yoochun’s pleas and words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Changmin’s eyes flickered oddly. They were blinking so fast they seemed to remain open, eyes blank and staring at the blood smeared on his hand. His pupils were dilating and contracting, eyes darting around so quickly Yoochun couldn’t bear to watch.
It seemed like he was having some sort of seizure, yet a chill of dread trickled down Yoochun’s spine as the unnatural jerking of Changmin’s body reminded him only too clearly of a malfunctioning machine. The fluttering of his eyes akin to a program in the midst of downloading data.
Yoochun could only watch, chest filling with denial as the shaking seemed to get worse. Changmin’s whole body twitched as he almost writhed on the floor in front of a helpless and near tears Yoochun.
Then all too suddenly he was reaching out, hands clamping tightly onto Yoochun’s upper arms; his eyes were wild yet fixed unmistakably on Yoochun. He was pulling Yoochun towards himself, fingers digging rather roughly into his skin.
His face was drawing closer, and before Yoochun could register what was happening, Changmin’s lips were pressed to his own. His lips were cool and the touch was gentle, a chaste kiss. But Changmin’s hands were like a vise on his arms, and as his lips remained touching Yoochun’s they began to burn like fire, searing his skin.
Changmin had already pulled away, but the burning feeling didn’t stop. It freaked Yoochun out even more to find his own confusion and slow fear to be mirrored on Changmin’s face as the other stared back at him looking distraught.
The fire from the kiss spread across his face until it felt as if a hot brand were being placed directly against his cheek, blistering the skin beneath it. Yoochun cried out in pain, eyes clouding over as his face felt like it was on fire. He struggled to bring his hands to cover it, smother it, to just do anything. But just as suddenly the pain was gone and he was staring into Changmin’s face.
The other looked about ready to pass out, body still trembling and his face twisted in pain from the struggle to keep holding on. Yoochun’s eyes watered as his arms were undeniably bruising under Changmin’s long slender fingers.
“C-Changmin-ah - it hurts- what’s happening-” Yoochun could hardly force the words out.
But Changmin’s eyes were filling rapidly with tears and he nearly choked as he tried to speak through the tremors gripping him. “Yoochun. I’m so- s-sorry.” A violent shudder ran up and down his whole body, causing the last word from his mouth to form a strangled shout. “Run!”
Changmin’s whole body had heated up impossibly with the effort of holding back whatever attacked him, and his clenched hands were fiery on Yoochun’s skin. Yoochun couldn’t understand what was happening, too terrified to move or even scream as the smell of charred skin caused his stomach to turn.
He couldn’t see clearly, water was filling his eyes as fast as he could blink it away, and then Changmin was collapsing in front of him. The other’s body curled up feebly into fetal position, and almost at the same moment an undeniable yet impossible soft white light seemed to emanate from under his skin.
The air around them seemed to hum as the glow intensified, and then suddenly it was pulsing outwards in a blinding flash. When Yoochun’s eyes had cleared he could see a faded trace in the air where the silent wave of light had radiated out until it disappeared. Changmin remained unmoving in the center.
The aching pain on his cheek distracted him as it flared and pulsed with heat, and he weakly drew his hand up. Yet the skin his hand pressed to was cool and devoid of any sort of mark or burn whatsoever. He ran his hand across his face numbly, the only thing meeting his searching fingers his own hot tears.
Still it burned and forced yet more tears to his eyes. He hunched over next to Changmin’s now faintly glowing body, whimpering as every cell in his body seemed to strain against each other, his stomach heaved and his strength seemed to be flowing out of him like water.
He hardly realized that he had sunk to the floor beside the other, eyes glazing over and sight turning inwards as the burn on his face seemed to suck every bit of energy out of his body.
His mind was stumbling in dizzying circles, unable to connect or understand anything that had just happened, unable to cope with the pain he felt and the terror that seized his heart and threatened to crush it.
Hardly able to distinguish anymore between reality and what was happing inside his own panicked head, the crashing sound against the door seemed to come from a far away detached dream. The sound echoed across time and space to bleed into his head, and it filled him with another wave of fear.
Then there was a loud cracking sound followed much too quickly by voices. Even in his half conscious state he could instantly feel the horribly foreign presence of unknown people filling the small room. Huge shapes loomed over him, dark shadows and blurred colors.
He felt so vulnerable and unprotected, and his whole body strained again to move. As his limbs failed to respond, his mind cried out at him to run. Run and run and put as much distance as he could between himself and the intimidating forms invading his home.
A bright red light shone directly into his face and he couldn’t see anymore, the mark under the skin of his face flaring in a response that made him blind from pain. The voices he could make out sounded excited, but he couldn’t move or protest as the sounds swirled around him and rough hands were touching him.
Then something hot bit into the crook of his arms and instantly calm blackness reached out to envelope him in peaceful oblivion.
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Next Chapter ~
A/N: is it very confusing???? i didn't want to give anything away, but then maybe i need to explain certain things more? let me know plz plz! ><
Pairing(s): Yoomin, (Yunjae later),
Length: Chapter 4/?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language,
Genre: AU, drama, angst, sci-fi
Summary: On one ordinary day like all others, Yoochun rescues an injured man. But the other is not quite what he seems to be. And was their meeting really a coincidence?
A/N: ouch! these chapters keep coming out super long! i'd die of thirst if i had to read this out loud kkkkkkk hope you enjoy ~~~~~~ <3
Previous chapters:
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |
**
The next few days passed slowly. A mix of shy discovery and increasing curiosity as he learned the newly named Changmin was no more than an innocent boy, seeming only a few years younger than Yoochun himself yet blessedly and amazingly free from the scars and horrors that permeated Yoochun’s life.
Or, it could have simply been the place where his memories cut off. As for memories, the other actually had quite a few. Yet the more Yoochun heard, the more confused he eventually became. The man believed himself to have led a real, normal, human life. He thought of himself as human. With a family he’d lost along with his memory.
There could be any number of reasons for the memory lapse, yet nothing, absolutely nothing, could explain the wound marking Changmin’s body when he’d found him, or the obviously inhuman make of his body.
As he spent time with the other, Yoochun began to doubt himself. Maybe he had been under too much strain, and delirious the night he’d found him. There must have been blood and normal human tissue… or maybe there had never been a wound at all. Yoochun was afraid to bring it up again, not entirely sure if that eerie dark moment had actually happened or if it had really been another of his strange creepy dreams.
He couldn’t prove it either way, and it wasn’t like he was about to grab the other and cut him open to recheck. It was enough for him to learn that Changmin did indeed come from the city above the clouds, though unfortunately he hadn’t spoken about it as much as Yoochun would have liked.
Maybe he didn’t remember that, also. But Yoochun had a sneaking suspicion there was another reason, that Changmin was hiding something. It was making him crazy since he wanted to know why. He wanted to hear everything possible about that far away place. And as they spent more long hours with only one another for company, he wanted to hear every last opinion and thought that went through the other man’s mind.
He was enthralled with the man’s steady gaze, the dark ocean of his eyes. He could stare at that face for hours, waiting for that quirk of a smile that had started to make his heart skip a beat and his cheeks feel warm. He was entranced with the deep voice that spoke so easily of sweet innocence and wide open freedom. A young mind not yet marred by the dark disgusting horrors of the world, a man free from suffering…from experience.
And Yoochun stubbornly refused to wonder what those eyes would contain if the other should gain his memory back. He couldn’t admit that the thought scared him. He didn’t want to find out that the man he was starting to grow attached to could be anyone else, anything different than he was here and now. He didn’t even care if he wasn’t really human; Changmin had displayed that he had a mind and heart to match any other person.
Yet every time Changmin turned around and the black mark on his neck flashed before Yooochun’s eyes, an icy sliver would wedge into his chest. The mark haunted him as much as it intrigued him. He wanted to know the truth about Changmin’s lost memory, yet he was completely terrified by the dark prospects that tattoo promised.
He knew what it was, yet didn’t know what that really meant. It was a small relief that Changmin was completely oblivious. He seemed to have forgotten about the mark after Yoochun told him it was there, and Yoochun was loath to bring it up again. He didn’t want to see a cloud darken those clear eyes, nor did he want to see the burden it pressed to the other.
Yoochun knew they couldn’t just stay like this for long. He had to pay the rent, he had to feed them, and he had no job. He put off the day to search for a new one as long as he could. He didn’t want to face it. He wanted to stay locked up in this room with Changmin. Their own world, their own escape. He didn’t need anything else, but he was just terrified Changmin would ask to leave.
He should have realized he was being a coward, unrealistic, and basically brainwashing himself. He should have prepared himself, or even just tried to prevent the inevitable from happening. Because when everything changed he was not ready, and it took him down without a fight.
It was only midmorning, the rest of the day still stretching out ahead of them. Yoochun had been woken a short time before by a crackling static that radiated through the room. Another storm was brewing in the fiercely swirling pollution that clouded the sky.
Except it was the kind of storm that sent electricity tingling down his spine and out the ends of his fingers. An unnatural force created by something hidden behind the dark clouds. Such storms were often accompanied by explosions that lit the clouds around them in sick flashes of dirty colors. It was no act of nature, but as much as he watched the sparking skies for hours, he never could see what caused it.
Yet another one of his unreachable mysterious dreams.
He sighed, breath fogging up the window as he gazed up at the flickering sludge above the city. These strange storms were one of the few things he could remotely call beautiful in this dirty city, and his eyes traced over the clouds contentedly, seeking out more flashes of light.
A rustle of movement beside him announced the arrival of Changmin. The other slid into the space next to him, the movement was already so comfortable and welcome. He lifted his own arms to cross them on the windowsill, mimicking Yoochun, but the head he rested on them was not directed at the sky. He lay with his face to Yoochun, and Yoochun could see those eyes staring at him in his peripheral vision.
He let the man stare. He liked to stare a lot, and Yoochun had spent many hours wondering at the thoughts running behind the gaze. Changmin was a rather quiet person, yet he would always respond if Yoochun should speak.
Yoochun tried to keep his attention focused on the sky, yet Changmin’s presence was incredibly distracting. It was especially so since the other continued to stare at his face openly.
Yoochun wondered what he should say, fighting the desire to turn his own head to meet those eyes. Changmin was the one to break the silence first.
“You’re always looking up.” A pause. “But how do you know what’s hidden up there is better than this?”
Yoochun stared fixedly at a blooming fire behind a low hanging cloud. He could almost see the bright orange and yellow flames, colors that made his blood tingle with excitement. “I just know.” He supplied shortly.
Changmin huffed a small sigh. “You want me to take you there?”
Yoochun whipped his head around so fast his neck cracked painfully. He winced as his hand rubbed at it, but his eyes were strong and sharp clashing against Changmin’s dreamy almost sad look. He desperately wanted to prod for more information.
“Though, I don’t remember the way…” Changmin blinked so slowly Yoochun thought he’d closed his eyes for a moment. When they slid open again, there was almost a hazy film across them, muting their clear depths.
Yoochun hadn’t seen this expression on the other before, and it made him uneasy for some reason, as if Changmin was going back inside his own head. He reached out a hand hesitantly, then placed it gently along the curve of Changmin’s cheek.
“Hey, are you okay?” He murmured, worry flickering faintly as Changmin’s eyes slid closed at his touch.
He was about to ask again, feeling oddly like Changmin was slipping away from him, when the small content smile on the other’s face stopped his heart in its tracks. His hand trembled slightly as he boldly moved it across his face, one thin finger tracing along the thick eyebrows, across long dark lashes, down the nose, and to feather across smooth lips.
He shivered involuntarily at the touch, almost missing the way Changmin’s lips moved ever so slightly to press against the pad of the finger resting against them. His heart was pounding in his chest and in his head, and it was too strong, a rush of blood and heat and pressure all around him.
Yoochun blinked and found himself lying on his back, thrown haphazardly across the bed. Around him the room was in shambles, furniture shifted and things knocked over.
The whole building shook dangerously as a deep rumbling boom rocked the sky, another sudden wave of overwhelming force pressing down against his chest, forcing the air from his lungs and stealing the cry from his lips. Again momentarily losing his sight and hearing, Yoochun struggled feebly under that horrendous pressure that threatened to split his head. And then it was gone.
Gasping for air, whole body shaken slightly as it screamed for oxygen, Yoochun could only stare stunned up at the ceiling. A second later a faint moan from somewhere down on the floor reminded him that a few moments ago Changmin had screamed.
He rolled over painfully, head feeling like it was about to split in two with a sudden head ache, white flashed blindingly across his vision once then vanished. Once his eyes cleared he looked around quickly to find Changmin lying in a heap on the floor, hands pressed tightly over his ears. Remnants of the shattered window lay over and around him in little shards.
“Changmin!” Yoochun’s voice wavered weakly, as if there wasn’t enough oxygen to support the words into the air. He struggled to get up. It must have been an explosion of some kind, and it had been much too close.
He tumbled to the floor, falling heavily upon shards of glass. They bit into his skin painfully, sharp stings that had him gasping but cleared his head at the same time. Reaching out, he carefully attempted to brush the glass covering Changmin away, concerned deeply as the other still didn’t move.
“Changmin, are you okay?”
His voice sounded panicky and loud in the silent room. His hands were scratched and bleeding as he reached for Changmin’s head and cradled it in his lap, nervously patting and stroking the man’s hair. What should he do?
It was only a few minutes that Changmin remained unresponsive, but it felt like hours to Yoochun, whose hands had yet to stop trembling, and his nose wouldn’t stop running for some reason.
He wiped at it frustrated with the back of one sleeve, and it came away red and soaking. With a groan he let his head fall back, fucking pressure had split his head and blood continued to stream from his nose.
It was then Changmin stirred in his lap, and Yoochun quickly bent over him. He brushed bangs off his forehead, watching as Changmin's eyes fluttered slowly open. The eyes that met his looked similar to the way they did before the blast, dazed and shadowed, yet as Changmin slowly seemed to focus in on his face the other’s body suddenly froze up.
Changmin’s eyes were suddenly so hard, sharp and staring fixedly at Yoochun’s face. Yoochun stared back dumbly. What was going on? Was Changmin hurt somewhere?
A hand was suddenly reaching up shakily, jerking as if Changmin didn’t have control over it. His fingers swiped across Yoochun’s mouth and chin, wiping the warm sticky redness that marked them. Yoochun was about to reassure him that he was fine, that a little nosebleed wouldn’t kill him, but Changmin was staring at the red on his fingers as if transfixed, his expression a frozen mask of shock and horror.
Then his body was seizing up, muscles contracting, as if trying to curl himself into a ball yet resisting at the same time. His whole body had begun to shake, trembling so violently that Yoochun cried out in alarm, reaching for the man who seemed to be going into some state of shock.
Yoochun’s pleas and words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Changmin’s eyes flickered oddly. They were blinking so fast they seemed to remain open, eyes blank and staring at the blood smeared on his hand. His pupils were dilating and contracting, eyes darting around so quickly Yoochun couldn’t bear to watch.
It seemed like he was having some sort of seizure, yet a chill of dread trickled down Yoochun’s spine as the unnatural jerking of Changmin’s body reminded him only too clearly of a malfunctioning machine. The fluttering of his eyes akin to a program in the midst of downloading data.
Yoochun could only watch, chest filling with denial as the shaking seemed to get worse. Changmin’s whole body twitched as he almost writhed on the floor in front of a helpless and near tears Yoochun.
Then all too suddenly he was reaching out, hands clamping tightly onto Yoochun’s upper arms; his eyes were wild yet fixed unmistakably on Yoochun. He was pulling Yoochun towards himself, fingers digging rather roughly into his skin.
His face was drawing closer, and before Yoochun could register what was happening, Changmin’s lips were pressed to his own. His lips were cool and the touch was gentle, a chaste kiss. But Changmin’s hands were like a vise on his arms, and as his lips remained touching Yoochun’s they began to burn like fire, searing his skin.
Changmin had already pulled away, but the burning feeling didn’t stop. It freaked Yoochun out even more to find his own confusion and slow fear to be mirrored on Changmin’s face as the other stared back at him looking distraught.
The fire from the kiss spread across his face until it felt as if a hot brand were being placed directly against his cheek, blistering the skin beneath it. Yoochun cried out in pain, eyes clouding over as his face felt like it was on fire. He struggled to bring his hands to cover it, smother it, to just do anything. But just as suddenly the pain was gone and he was staring into Changmin’s face.
The other looked about ready to pass out, body still trembling and his face twisted in pain from the struggle to keep holding on. Yoochun’s eyes watered as his arms were undeniably bruising under Changmin’s long slender fingers.
“C-Changmin-ah - it hurts- what’s happening-” Yoochun could hardly force the words out.
But Changmin’s eyes were filling rapidly with tears and he nearly choked as he tried to speak through the tremors gripping him. “Yoochun. I’m so- s-sorry.” A violent shudder ran up and down his whole body, causing the last word from his mouth to form a strangled shout. “Run!”
Changmin’s whole body had heated up impossibly with the effort of holding back whatever attacked him, and his clenched hands were fiery on Yoochun’s skin. Yoochun couldn’t understand what was happening, too terrified to move or even scream as the smell of charred skin caused his stomach to turn.
He couldn’t see clearly, water was filling his eyes as fast as he could blink it away, and then Changmin was collapsing in front of him. The other’s body curled up feebly into fetal position, and almost at the same moment an undeniable yet impossible soft white light seemed to emanate from under his skin.
The air around them seemed to hum as the glow intensified, and then suddenly it was pulsing outwards in a blinding flash. When Yoochun’s eyes had cleared he could see a faded trace in the air where the silent wave of light had radiated out until it disappeared. Changmin remained unmoving in the center.
The aching pain on his cheek distracted him as it flared and pulsed with heat, and he weakly drew his hand up. Yet the skin his hand pressed to was cool and devoid of any sort of mark or burn whatsoever. He ran his hand across his face numbly, the only thing meeting his searching fingers his own hot tears.
Still it burned and forced yet more tears to his eyes. He hunched over next to Changmin’s now faintly glowing body, whimpering as every cell in his body seemed to strain against each other, his stomach heaved and his strength seemed to be flowing out of him like water.
He hardly realized that he had sunk to the floor beside the other, eyes glazing over and sight turning inwards as the burn on his face seemed to suck every bit of energy out of his body.
His mind was stumbling in dizzying circles, unable to connect or understand anything that had just happened, unable to cope with the pain he felt and the terror that seized his heart and threatened to crush it.
Hardly able to distinguish anymore between reality and what was happing inside his own panicked head, the crashing sound against the door seemed to come from a far away detached dream. The sound echoed across time and space to bleed into his head, and it filled him with another wave of fear.
Then there was a loud cracking sound followed much too quickly by voices. Even in his half conscious state he could instantly feel the horribly foreign presence of unknown people filling the small room. Huge shapes loomed over him, dark shadows and blurred colors.
He felt so vulnerable and unprotected, and his whole body strained again to move. As his limbs failed to respond, his mind cried out at him to run. Run and run and put as much distance as he could between himself and the intimidating forms invading his home.
A bright red light shone directly into his face and he couldn’t see anymore, the mark under the skin of his face flaring in a response that made him blind from pain. The voices he could make out sounded excited, but he couldn’t move or protest as the sounds swirled around him and rough hands were touching him.
Then something hot bit into the crook of his arms and instantly calm blackness reached out to envelope him in peaceful oblivion.
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A/N: is it very confusing???? i didn't want to give anything away, but then maybe i need to explain certain things more? let me know plz plz! ><