Because I am a comment stalker : |
It went like this.
todefinebeauty: "...this is one of my favourite songs Tablo's featured in by Infinite Flow: Rainbow (lyrics and translation)".
wobaozhewo: "I want fic from this song...Someone needs to write that."
Title: Eternal Morning White
Pairing: BloHyuk
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
A/N: This is the back story to Run which is side story to the SS+DD verse. I hate myself so much for doing this. -facepalm-
He refuses to look him in the eye.
It’s winter now, and in darkened homes everywhere, the weatherman dourly informs sleeping families that they should be expecting snow within the next hour.
His warm breath puffs out in the air. With his warm woolen hat pulled low over his ears and his bright vivid scarf wrapped tight around his throat, he slowly removes his gloves. His hands are warm, so very warm against Daniel’s chilled ones, but the new moon can only cast her gaze sadly down upon their tableau when Daniel finds the ring that encircles his left hand.
It’s silver, and Daniel can imagine him ducking his head in shyness as he presented it to the girl. “I-it’s not gold,” he would have said, stammering in his nervousness, “but it’s for you and I - ” He probably never got to finish his sentence either as the girl, his girl now, threw her arms around him and cried happy tears.
Daniel had wanted to live a good life, and knows he could stand up against in the hard edged flint of the city mockingly called society, but he knows Hyukjae can’t.
He knows that Hyukjae loves him, truly truly loves him, but Hyukjae is almost obsessively traditional. He would turn a deep rosy red whenever foreign girls laughingly flirt with him, and he loves children, even when all they do is cry when he holds them.
Daniel tries not to think about it, but he knew there would be a day when straight laced traditional Hyukjae would find a suitable girl of academics and after friendship, and without much thought, start to get ready for a marriage.
“When?” he asks, cupping Hyukjae’s hands around his own.
“…Tomorrow,” Hyukjae replies, his voice breaking over the word and his eyes damp with unshed tears.
He draws Hyukjae to him, and tells him, his voice soft like the snow that had started to fall around them, “Let’s drink.”
***
The transparent plastic crinkles under his hand as he pushes his way into the tent, and he gestures for two seats.
The older woman who serves them their drinks neither smiles nor frowns in their direction, and just sets the bottle down on the table. It is swiftly followed by two soft thuds that announce the arrival of the shot glasses.
Hyukjae hurriedly stands, taking the bottle and holding with two hands before letting the mouth of it touch Daniel’s glass.
When both glasses are filled, Daniel offers up a grim smile as he says, “One shot.”
The alcohol burns like ethanol as it splashes down against the smooth muscles of his throat. Hyukjae is quick to refill the glass for him.
After the fifth round, Hyukjae is wobbling in his seat, and that’s when Daniel finally feels it’s safe for him to murmur, “After tonight, you are hers.”
Hyukjae blinks sleepily up at him, the pupils of his eyes dilating as he attempts to steady himself against the softened edges of the red plastic table.
Daniel draws him close, breathing in the sweet smell of his hair and breathes out one singular phrase. “Be happy.”
***
Daniel drinks to forget, his thoughts swirling round and around in his head as he pounds back shot after shot. The serving woman approaches their table again, this time with a frown as she tells them they’ve had enough. Daniel throws down money on the counter and gathers Hyukjae in his arms, steadying him as they stumble outside.
The freezing winter wind is relentless in its torment as it whips through their clothes and slashes across their cheeks. With Hyukjae pressed up against his side, hot and burning like a brand, Daniel feels none of this. He grabs Hyukjae’s shoulder and tells him, a little unsteady but entirely true, “Don’t you leave my side tonight, don’t you torment me too.” Hyukjae dumbly agrees, his eyes wide and glazed over. He clings to Daniel like a drowning man, and his subsequent response of, “No, never,” bob like corks in the drunken field of Daniel’s vision.
Daniel knows that tomorrow, the real him will no longer exist and he clutches Hyukjae closer to him, feeling his rapidly beating heart pounding through the layers of clothes he has on. He whispers to him, “Don’t you ever change,” but he doesn’t know if Hyukjae can hear him.
***
Somehow, the skies have changed and the dark blotted horizon has become streaked over with the pale pastel colors that warn of the approaching down. In the time that lapsed between then, they had become completely drunk on each other.
They find themselves in Daniel’s apartment, Hyukjae cradled on Daniel’s chest, his head rising and falling with each breath Daniel takes. It is as if they had nothing else to do but watch the sun rise.
Daniel, one hand running softly through Hyukjae’s hair, knows that this is the last time he can hold him. He touched a love that could never be, but he is too selfish to ask for his heart back. At least this way, Hyukjae can always have a part of himself.
When Hyukjae awakens, Daniel helps him get ready. He cannot look Hyukjae in the eye and his eyelashes flutter like lost butterflies as he leans down to kiss Hyukjae’s shaking hands.
He watches Hyukjae stumble out of his apartment, to lead a life that is separate from his and to love another that is not him.
“In the next world,” he tells Hyukjae, watching him as he puts on his shoes, his hands trembling as he knotted his laces, “Let’s be born in a better world.”
Hyukjae looks up at him and cries.
***
His sneakers clatter roughly against the hard compacted floor as Tablo races through the underground catacombs, Tukutz’s words echoing strangely in his head.
“There’s a bomb in sector D-2. One of Teukie’s boys is stationed there.”
Let’s be born in a better world.
todefinebeauty: "...this is one of my favourite songs Tablo's featured in by Infinite Flow: Rainbow (lyrics and translation)".
wobaozhewo: "I want fic from this song...Someone needs to write that."
Title: Eternal Morning White
Pairing: BloHyuk
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
A/N: This is the back story to Run which is side story to the SS+DD verse. I hate myself so much for doing this. -facepalm-
He refuses to look him in the eye.
It’s winter now, and in darkened homes everywhere, the weatherman dourly informs sleeping families that they should be expecting snow within the next hour.
His warm breath puffs out in the air. With his warm woolen hat pulled low over his ears and his bright vivid scarf wrapped tight around his throat, he slowly removes his gloves. His hands are warm, so very warm against Daniel’s chilled ones, but the new moon can only cast her gaze sadly down upon their tableau when Daniel finds the ring that encircles his left hand.
It’s silver, and Daniel can imagine him ducking his head in shyness as he presented it to the girl. “I-it’s not gold,” he would have said, stammering in his nervousness, “but it’s for you and I - ” He probably never got to finish his sentence either as the girl, his girl now, threw her arms around him and cried happy tears.
Daniel had wanted to live a good life, and knows he could stand up against in the hard edged flint of the city mockingly called society, but he knows Hyukjae can’t.
He knows that Hyukjae loves him, truly truly loves him, but Hyukjae is almost obsessively traditional. He would turn a deep rosy red whenever foreign girls laughingly flirt with him, and he loves children, even when all they do is cry when he holds them.
Daniel tries not to think about it, but he knew there would be a day when straight laced traditional Hyukjae would find a suitable girl of academics and after friendship, and without much thought, start to get ready for a marriage.
“When?” he asks, cupping Hyukjae’s hands around his own.
“…Tomorrow,” Hyukjae replies, his voice breaking over the word and his eyes damp with unshed tears.
He draws Hyukjae to him, and tells him, his voice soft like the snow that had started to fall around them, “Let’s drink.”
***
The transparent plastic crinkles under his hand as he pushes his way into the tent, and he gestures for two seats.
The older woman who serves them their drinks neither smiles nor frowns in their direction, and just sets the bottle down on the table. It is swiftly followed by two soft thuds that announce the arrival of the shot glasses.
Hyukjae hurriedly stands, taking the bottle and holding with two hands before letting the mouth of it touch Daniel’s glass.
When both glasses are filled, Daniel offers up a grim smile as he says, “One shot.”
The alcohol burns like ethanol as it splashes down against the smooth muscles of his throat. Hyukjae is quick to refill the glass for him.
After the fifth round, Hyukjae is wobbling in his seat, and that’s when Daniel finally feels it’s safe for him to murmur, “After tonight, you are hers.”
Hyukjae blinks sleepily up at him, the pupils of his eyes dilating as he attempts to steady himself against the softened edges of the red plastic table.
Daniel draws him close, breathing in the sweet smell of his hair and breathes out one singular phrase. “Be happy.”
***
Daniel drinks to forget, his thoughts swirling round and around in his head as he pounds back shot after shot. The serving woman approaches their table again, this time with a frown as she tells them they’ve had enough. Daniel throws down money on the counter and gathers Hyukjae in his arms, steadying him as they stumble outside.
The freezing winter wind is relentless in its torment as it whips through their clothes and slashes across their cheeks. With Hyukjae pressed up against his side, hot and burning like a brand, Daniel feels none of this. He grabs Hyukjae’s shoulder and tells him, a little unsteady but entirely true, “Don’t you leave my side tonight, don’t you torment me too.” Hyukjae dumbly agrees, his eyes wide and glazed over. He clings to Daniel like a drowning man, and his subsequent response of, “No, never,” bob like corks in the drunken field of Daniel’s vision.
Daniel knows that tomorrow, the real him will no longer exist and he clutches Hyukjae closer to him, feeling his rapidly beating heart pounding through the layers of clothes he has on. He whispers to him, “Don’t you ever change,” but he doesn’t know if Hyukjae can hear him.
***
Somehow, the skies have changed and the dark blotted horizon has become streaked over with the pale pastel colors that warn of the approaching down. In the time that lapsed between then, they had become completely drunk on each other.
They find themselves in Daniel’s apartment, Hyukjae cradled on Daniel’s chest, his head rising and falling with each breath Daniel takes. It is as if they had nothing else to do but watch the sun rise.
Daniel, one hand running softly through Hyukjae’s hair, knows that this is the last time he can hold him. He touched a love that could never be, but he is too selfish to ask for his heart back. At least this way, Hyukjae can always have a part of himself.
When Hyukjae awakens, Daniel helps him get ready. He cannot look Hyukjae in the eye and his eyelashes flutter like lost butterflies as he leans down to kiss Hyukjae’s shaking hands.
He watches Hyukjae stumble out of his apartment, to lead a life that is separate from his and to love another that is not him.
“In the next world,” he tells Hyukjae, watching him as he puts on his shoes, his hands trembling as he knotted his laces, “Let’s be born in a better world.”
Hyukjae looks up at him and cries.
***
His sneakers clatter roughly against the hard compacted floor as Tablo races through the underground catacombs, Tukutz’s words echoing strangely in his head.
“There’s a bomb in sector D-2. One of Teukie’s boys is stationed there.”
Let’s be born in a better world.