Runaway
Runaway - Youngsaeng/Yehsung - Romance/Angst/Fantasy - PG
(A/N: This fic is for my beloved unnie, Carey, aka. renichifreak . Uhm, I'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense T.T I kind of just wrote it as it came to me.)
He hops into the back of the car without a second thought when Youngsaeng opens the door for him. There’s no one in the passenger seat, just a cardboard box seat-belted where a person would be sitting.
“Jongwoon-hyung.” Youngsaeng says, and he looks up at him. The questioning look on the younger man’s face is blatant, and Jongwoon’s answer is as dubious as Youngsaeng’s expression is obvious; a smile that splits his face like a beautiful seam.
Youngsaeng looks more confused than before, but Jongwoon says nothing more, just smiles wider.
Youngsaeng doesn’t ask, just goes into the driver’s seat, turns on the ignition, and off they go.
Jongwoon looks back only once, his eyes clinging onto the stark white building, until the last vestiges of its presence disappears behind a towering iron gate. After that, he just sits in his seat, staring forward.
Jongwoon can tell Youngsaeng is getting uneasy, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tapping at it incessantly. The farther they go, the more nervous he seems to get. But it’s too late to turn back now, both of them are thinking, and Youngsaeng just presses his foot slightly harder on the gas pedal.
Jongwoon looks out the window as they race past silver ribbons of ocean, flecked gold and orange and red as the barely rising sun is reflected on the surface of their depths.
Youngsaeng’s eyes never leave the road, the gravel underneath them speeding right under the wheels of the old red Mustang convertible. To Jongwoon, it looks like a stream of asphalt light.
“Jongwoon-hyung, are you sure? You can still go back…” Jongwoon knows it’s a lie, he can’t go back there now. He can’t, and he never ever wants to go back there. He doesn’t say anything and figures by Youngsaeng’s silence that he already knows his answer.
When Youngsaeng finally stops the car, they’re at a beach. Not just any beach; it’s one the two of them have known for ages, and only the two of them. A secret, untainted place.
Jongwoon gets out and instantly he smiles; the salty breeze is gentler to him than anybody he can remember (except for Youngsaeng) and the sound of the waves falling and rising against the shore is a comfort he had long since assumed to have forgotten.
Youngsaeng follows him as he stumbles out of the car, and Jongwoon can catch a glimpse of his worried expression; he knows he looks emaciated, the healthy body he had several years now slender, too slim, according to Youngsaeng. His face has lost the chubbiness it once had, and his hair is long, unkempt but clean layers all grown out to irregular lengths.
Even his eyes are different; no longer shining as brightly, no longer as innocent as a young man’s ought to be. They shone with a tired sort of light, energetic only because of his recent freedom.
Jongwoon ignores Youngsaeng’s worrying glances in favour of trudging his way to the water. A grin breaks its way to his face once the water touches his feet and he keeps walking. The water tickles at his ankles, and he stops when he is knee-deep in the water.
He smiles, his toes curling in the wet sand. Youngsaeng sits on the hood of the Mustang, and watches as he simply stands there. The sun still hasn’t completely risen, the sky is still mostly dark.
The only sound is water, and the noises of gulls conversing above them. Jongwoon is lost in himself, and Youngsaeng’s heart breaks, because he hasn’t seen a smile like that on Jongwoon’s face since they were little.
The sun rises over the horizon, a great fireball ascending from the ocean. The light fractures and hits the back of Jongwoon’s form.
At the warmth, Jongwoon smiles wider, eyes closed.
Out of nowhere, light glimmers and radiates from his shoulderblades, and great white wings erupt from his back, pointing toward the sky in all their glory. Youngsaeng falls to the sand in surprise, speechless. Jongwoon looks just like an angel, smiling like that, light dancing on his shoulders like a divine wind.
Then, his wings are speared by sunlight and little embers dance dangerously on the soft feathers. Jongwoon’s eyes are still closed, serene smile still there.
And as he collapses and falls backward into the water, Youngsaeng’s shout rings in his ears, and the tear that slips from one of his eyes is lost in seawater.
By the time Youngsaeng manages to pull his body from the waves, he is already gone. His face is serene, and his wet wings lay spread out on the sand, immaculate, white, with only the tiny marks of scorching marring them.
Youngsaeng’s fingers trace Jongwoon’s lips, still smiling. He cries, but doesn’t regret what he’s done.
At long last, he had let his bird out of his cage.
(A/N: This fic is for my beloved unnie, Carey, aka. renichifreak . Uhm, I'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense T.T I kind of just wrote it as it came to me.)
He hops into the back of the car without a second thought when Youngsaeng opens the door for him. There’s no one in the passenger seat, just a cardboard box seat-belted where a person would be sitting.
“Jongwoon-hyung.” Youngsaeng says, and he looks up at him. The questioning look on the younger man’s face is blatant, and Jongwoon’s answer is as dubious as Youngsaeng’s expression is obvious; a smile that splits his face like a beautiful seam.
Youngsaeng looks more confused than before, but Jongwoon says nothing more, just smiles wider.
Youngsaeng doesn’t ask, just goes into the driver’s seat, turns on the ignition, and off they go.
Jongwoon looks back only once, his eyes clinging onto the stark white building, until the last vestiges of its presence disappears behind a towering iron gate. After that, he just sits in his seat, staring forward.
Jongwoon can tell Youngsaeng is getting uneasy, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tapping at it incessantly. The farther they go, the more nervous he seems to get. But it’s too late to turn back now, both of them are thinking, and Youngsaeng just presses his foot slightly harder on the gas pedal.
Jongwoon looks out the window as they race past silver ribbons of ocean, flecked gold and orange and red as the barely rising sun is reflected on the surface of their depths.
Youngsaeng’s eyes never leave the road, the gravel underneath them speeding right under the wheels of the old red Mustang convertible. To Jongwoon, it looks like a stream of asphalt light.
“Jongwoon-hyung, are you sure? You can still go back…” Jongwoon knows it’s a lie, he can’t go back there now. He can’t, and he never ever wants to go back there. He doesn’t say anything and figures by Youngsaeng’s silence that he already knows his answer.
When Youngsaeng finally stops the car, they’re at a beach. Not just any beach; it’s one the two of them have known for ages, and only the two of them. A secret, untainted place.
Jongwoon gets out and instantly he smiles; the salty breeze is gentler to him than anybody he can remember (except for Youngsaeng) and the sound of the waves falling and rising against the shore is a comfort he had long since assumed to have forgotten.
Youngsaeng follows him as he stumbles out of the car, and Jongwoon can catch a glimpse of his worried expression; he knows he looks emaciated, the healthy body he had several years now slender, too slim, according to Youngsaeng. His face has lost the chubbiness it once had, and his hair is long, unkempt but clean layers all grown out to irregular lengths.
Even his eyes are different; no longer shining as brightly, no longer as innocent as a young man’s ought to be. They shone with a tired sort of light, energetic only because of his recent freedom.
Jongwoon ignores Youngsaeng’s worrying glances in favour of trudging his way to the water. A grin breaks its way to his face once the water touches his feet and he keeps walking. The water tickles at his ankles, and he stops when he is knee-deep in the water.
He smiles, his toes curling in the wet sand. Youngsaeng sits on the hood of the Mustang, and watches as he simply stands there. The sun still hasn’t completely risen, the sky is still mostly dark.
The only sound is water, and the noises of gulls conversing above them. Jongwoon is lost in himself, and Youngsaeng’s heart breaks, because he hasn’t seen a smile like that on Jongwoon’s face since they were little.
The sun rises over the horizon, a great fireball ascending from the ocean. The light fractures and hits the back of Jongwoon’s form.
At the warmth, Jongwoon smiles wider, eyes closed.
Out of nowhere, light glimmers and radiates from his shoulderblades, and great white wings erupt from his back, pointing toward the sky in all their glory. Youngsaeng falls to the sand in surprise, speechless. Jongwoon looks just like an angel, smiling like that, light dancing on his shoulders like a divine wind.
Then, his wings are speared by sunlight and little embers dance dangerously on the soft feathers. Jongwoon’s eyes are still closed, serene smile still there.
And as he collapses and falls backward into the water, Youngsaeng’s shout rings in his ears, and the tear that slips from one of his eyes is lost in seawater.
By the time Youngsaeng manages to pull his body from the waves, he is already gone. His face is serene, and his wet wings lay spread out on the sand, immaculate, white, with only the tiny marks of scorching marring them.
Youngsaeng’s fingers trace Jongwoon’s lips, still smiling. He cries, but doesn’t regret what he’s done.
At long last, he had let his bird out of his cage.