Away pt. 1
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Some violence
Rating: PG
Pairing: 2min
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Everyday, Choi Minho waits at bus-stop 247 for bus 32 to take him to work. Everyday, he watches as that cute, sparkly-eyed boy waits too, for bus 73 to take him to school. Everyday, Minho can't help but stare-oh god, how embarrassing, staring at a stranger-at that gorgeous, gorgeous boy. That 10 minute wait for the bus was always agonizingly pleasurable as Minho looks longingly at those soft brown locks, wishing beyond anything that he could run his hand through them.
Minho watches (seriously entralled) as that boy jokes around with his bestfriend, his arm always interlocked with said friend, and chills would run along the length of his spine. Then his heart would ache with an unfamiliar weight when he overhears their conversations (which were always a serious turn from the jokes). They were always the same: about his violent, drunkard father abusing the family and how he can't take the beatings anymore, how one day he'll get beaten up so bad he'd die, but maybe he should just die now to stop the suffering--?
And then, Minho's heart will hammer furiously in his chest, and he'd heave a sigh of relief when the friend would drape a hand around that boy's shoulders and say soothing words to reassure him (no, no, it's not that bad... you have me, I'm here..) At least... at least there's someone to comfort him, to stop him from doing something foolish...
This was the series of events that happened everyday.
Then, one day, Minho had eye contact with him. It happened just for a split second, when that boy had already boarded bus 73. For a second, just for a millionth of a second, Minho could have sworn that the boy had looked out the glass panes of the bus and straight into Minho's staring eyes.
And his eyes were deep, deep brown.
If Minho had not been fully absorbed in forcing down his blood pressure (which had just shot up a hundred points), he would have caught sight of the boy's coy smile ghosting on his tender lips.
--
One day, Minho noticed the boy walking to the bus-stop on his own, without the customary hand-holding of his bestfriend. Minho watched as he slumped down on a seat; watched as he stared forlornly into the distance. Curiousity demanded that he walk over and make his presence known to the boy.
"Hey.. I'm Minho." Minho said tentatively as he sat down beside him.
Silence.
Not that Minho expected him to answer, considering how miserable he looked at the moment.
"Wha-what's your name?" Minho blurted out the question he'd been dying to know the answer to for a long time.
"You..you look kind of miserable today--"
"Kibum migrated."
Before Minho could register his shock from the spontaneous and unexpected answer, the boy burst into tears.
Minho was flabbergasted.
"Wha-? Are you... okay...?" Apprehensively, he draped his arm carefully around the younger boy's shoulders, and was greatly surprised when the boy, still sobbing, curled up against he jacket like a small, scared child.
From then on, their routine changed.
--
After that incident, Minho and Taemin-for that was the boy's name-spent time together at bus-stop 247 every morning. At first, Minho couldn't understand why Taemin was so emotionally affected when Kibum moved away. Sure, he was Taemin's bestfriend, but surely there were other friends...?
Then he found out. There weren't.
Minho's heart always went out to the boy; the way his eyes filled up with fear and sadness when he talked about his family was heartbreaking. He wanted to stay at that bus-stop forever, never leaving the side of his new-found reason for living. But it was not possible, they had lives to lead, things to do--
"Let's run away, to someplace far away from here." On one of the rare occasions Taemin was jabbering about something insignificant and not depressing, Minho interrupted him with this thought.
"...Away, hyung? What do you mean?"
"Faraway, Taemin. Far, far away from this life... I'm sick of it." Minho sighed. "I'm sick of seeing you hurt, over and over again."
"Hyung... you know that's not possible..." Taemin bit his lip as he tried not to betray how much the idea appealed to him...
--
Then, one day, Taemin did not show up at bus-stop 247.
Minho waited. Taemin usually appeared at 7:12am (not that he was being overly-stalkerish, but he always noticed things like that before he started talking to Taemin).
At 7:49am Minho realized something was wrong. Where could Taemin be? He needed to look for him, he needed to find him, he needed to know he was okay, oh god what if he wasn't--
Minho stumbled away from the bus-stop, his head spinning crazily as each thought that entered his head became scarier than the last. He should have known something would befall Taemin, he should have looked out for him. Where could he be? Minho desperately searched along the direction which Taemin always walked from as he stumbled along. What if he's knocked down by a car, what if he's--
"Taemin!" With an anguished cry, Minho rushed into the back alley on his left. Slumped against the wall, barely unconscious, was Taemin in a horrible condition. Heart pounding in his ears, shoes splashing in scattered puddles of water, Minho hardly knew what he was doing as he ran towards him. He dropped unto his knees upon reaching him.
"Oh god, Taemin..." Minho's heart caught painfully at the sight of the deep gash along his cheek; at his hair at the top of his head matted with sickly red blood. Taemin's leg was bent at an awkward angle, and his left arm hung limply-too limply-at his side. Minho tried to swallow the knot in his throat: he should have known Taemin was never safe with that son of a bitch father of his.
Taemin stirred suddenly.
"...Hyung.. you came.." Absurdly, he manages a faint smile.
"Minnie, hang on! I'm-" But Minho was abruptly cut off by Taemin losing consciousness.
Without thinking, Minho lifted Taemin up from the ground, craddling him. Gingerly, he stood up, with Taemin in his arms, and staggers towards eternity with his love.
--
When Taemin regains consciousness, he doesn't know where he is. Blinking slowly, he becomes aware that someone was bending over him while sponging his forehead with a cool liquid.
Wha-?
He meant to speak, but his mouth was so dry that no sound escaped. The person hovering over him, however, noticed his movement at once, and suddenly he was enveloped in an embrace. A careful embrace, but a loving embrace nonetheless.
"Minnie" The person sobs into his hair, and he realizes who it is.
When Taemin had recovered enough to sit up, Minho took his hands into his.
"Let's run away, to someplace far away from here."
Taemin looks at him, and realizes there was never any reason to stay in the first place.
Warnings: Some violence
Rating: PG
Pairing: 2min
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Everyday, Choi Minho waits at bus-stop 247 for bus 32 to take him to work. Everyday, he watches as that cute, sparkly-eyed boy waits too, for bus 73 to take him to school. Everyday, Minho can't help but stare-oh god, how embarrassing, staring at a stranger-at that gorgeous, gorgeous boy. That 10 minute wait for the bus was always agonizingly pleasurable as Minho looks longingly at those soft brown locks, wishing beyond anything that he could run his hand through them.
Minho watches (seriously entralled) as that boy jokes around with his bestfriend, his arm always interlocked with said friend, and chills would run along the length of his spine. Then his heart would ache with an unfamiliar weight when he overhears their conversations (which were always a serious turn from the jokes). They were always the same: about his violent, drunkard father abusing the family and how he can't take the beatings anymore, how one day he'll get beaten up so bad he'd die, but maybe he should just die now to stop the suffering--?
And then, Minho's heart will hammer furiously in his chest, and he'd heave a sigh of relief when the friend would drape a hand around that boy's shoulders and say soothing words to reassure him (no, no, it's not that bad... you have me, I'm here..) At least... at least there's someone to comfort him, to stop him from doing something foolish...
This was the series of events that happened everyday.
Then, one day, Minho had eye contact with him. It happened just for a split second, when that boy had already boarded bus 73. For a second, just for a millionth of a second, Minho could have sworn that the boy had looked out the glass panes of the bus and straight into Minho's staring eyes.
And his eyes were deep, deep brown.
If Minho had not been fully absorbed in forcing down his blood pressure (which had just shot up a hundred points), he would have caught sight of the boy's coy smile ghosting on his tender lips.
--
One day, Minho noticed the boy walking to the bus-stop on his own, without the customary hand-holding of his bestfriend. Minho watched as he slumped down on a seat; watched as he stared forlornly into the distance. Curiousity demanded that he walk over and make his presence known to the boy.
"Hey.. I'm Minho." Minho said tentatively as he sat down beside him.
Silence.
Not that Minho expected him to answer, considering how miserable he looked at the moment.
"Wha-what's your name?" Minho blurted out the question he'd been dying to know the answer to for a long time.
"You..you look kind of miserable today--"
"Kibum migrated."
Before Minho could register his shock from the spontaneous and unexpected answer, the boy burst into tears.
Minho was flabbergasted.
"Wha-? Are you... okay...?" Apprehensively, he draped his arm carefully around the younger boy's shoulders, and was greatly surprised when the boy, still sobbing, curled up against he jacket like a small, scared child.
From then on, their routine changed.
--
After that incident, Minho and Taemin-for that was the boy's name-spent time together at bus-stop 247 every morning. At first, Minho couldn't understand why Taemin was so emotionally affected when Kibum moved away. Sure, he was Taemin's bestfriend, but surely there were other friends...?
Then he found out. There weren't.
Minho's heart always went out to the boy; the way his eyes filled up with fear and sadness when he talked about his family was heartbreaking. He wanted to stay at that bus-stop forever, never leaving the side of his new-found reason for living. But it was not possible, they had lives to lead, things to do--
"Let's run away, to someplace far away from here." On one of the rare occasions Taemin was jabbering about something insignificant and not depressing, Minho interrupted him with this thought.
"...Away, hyung? What do you mean?"
"Faraway, Taemin. Far, far away from this life... I'm sick of it." Minho sighed. "I'm sick of seeing you hurt, over and over again."
"Hyung... you know that's not possible..." Taemin bit his lip as he tried not to betray how much the idea appealed to him...
--
Then, one day, Taemin did not show up at bus-stop 247.
Minho waited. Taemin usually appeared at 7:12am (not that he was being overly-stalkerish, but he always noticed things like that before he started talking to Taemin).
At 7:49am Minho realized something was wrong. Where could Taemin be? He needed to look for him, he needed to find him, he needed to know he was okay, oh god what if he wasn't--
Minho stumbled away from the bus-stop, his head spinning crazily as each thought that entered his head became scarier than the last. He should have known something would befall Taemin, he should have looked out for him. Where could he be? Minho desperately searched along the direction which Taemin always walked from as he stumbled along. What if he's knocked down by a car, what if he's--
"Taemin!" With an anguished cry, Minho rushed into the back alley on his left. Slumped against the wall, barely unconscious, was Taemin in a horrible condition. Heart pounding in his ears, shoes splashing in scattered puddles of water, Minho hardly knew what he was doing as he ran towards him. He dropped unto his knees upon reaching him.
"Oh god, Taemin..." Minho's heart caught painfully at the sight of the deep gash along his cheek; at his hair at the top of his head matted with sickly red blood. Taemin's leg was bent at an awkward angle, and his left arm hung limply-too limply-at his side. Minho tried to swallow the knot in his throat: he should have known Taemin was never safe with that son of a bitch father of his.
Taemin stirred suddenly.
"...Hyung.. you came.." Absurdly, he manages a faint smile.
"Minnie, hang on! I'm-" But Minho was abruptly cut off by Taemin losing consciousness.
Without thinking, Minho lifted Taemin up from the ground, craddling him. Gingerly, he stood up, with Taemin in his arms, and staggers towards eternity with his love.
--
When Taemin regains consciousness, he doesn't know where he is. Blinking slowly, he becomes aware that someone was bending over him while sponging his forehead with a cool liquid.
Wha-?
He meant to speak, but his mouth was so dry that no sound escaped. The person hovering over him, however, noticed his movement at once, and suddenly he was enveloped in an embrace. A careful embrace, but a loving embrace nonetheless.
"Minnie" The person sobs into his hair, and he realizes who it is.
When Taemin had recovered enough to sit up, Minho took his hands into his.
"Let's run away, to someplace far away from here."
Taemin looks at him, and realizes there was never any reason to stay in the first place.