fic-DBSK-Hand in Hand Side Story II: Deaf
Title: Hand in Hand Side Story II: Deaf
Author: virdant
Length: 493 words; super-short
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Angst
Pairing: JaeChun-ish
Summary: There’s nothing of Yoochun left. Not even the sound of his voice, because that has been washed away by the crackle of static.
Warning: Requires knowledge of Hand in Hand
Notes: Decided to play in Hand in Hand 'verse, which I haven't touched in a while. This is the second side story I wrote (the first being Taking the Sky) and it's just a bit of exploration into Jaejoong in the period where he was essentially comatose.
II: Deaf
There’s nothing left.
Nothing but the blankness of silence. It cuts deeply. It hurts. Hurts so bad.
Yoochun, Jaejoong thinks, half-way between dream and waking. Yoochun, where are you?
Only he can’t hear anything anymore. Can’t hear the drawl of: right here. Can’t hear anything but the steady buzz of the implant in his ear.
There’s nothing of Yoochun left.
Not even the sound of his voice, because that has been washed away by the crackle of static.
*
Jaejoong is dreaming.
In his dreams, he remembers Yoochun. He remembers noise.
And he remembers playing touch-glow-tag on the tracks.
The game is relatively simple. You run. You run and chase and hope (pray) you never get caught between rushes and thrills of movement. You run and chase and twist and turn, and the longer you stay without getting touched, the more you win.
There is no arbiter to decide who wins and who loses.
Jaejoong is dreaming, and he remembers the thrill of winning. He is winning. Nobody has caught him yet, and he laughs, loudly, with the thrill of winning. Because he is. And around him is a whirl of color and noice, the sound of laughter of children, the sound of adults grumbling, and the constant, ever present whirl of the tracks moving forward forward forward.
And then his leg buckles.
And he falls.
He thinks that he should still be able to hear. But all he can hear is the sound of nothingness as he falls.
He hears nothing.
*
Yoochun is not there.
Yoochun is not here.
There is nothing but silence in his ear.
This is what they wanted to fix, Jaejoong thinks in misery, in the middle of his dream. This silence. This emptiness.
This is what they wanted to fix.
But they have taken Yoochun away.
And he is gone.
*
“Hey beautiful,” Jaejoong thinks he hears Yoochun say, but he knows that he is dreaming, because Yoochun is gone, and there is no way for Yoochun to be back.
“Yoochunnie,” Jaejoong slurs back, because the more this is a dream, the more he can hear Yoochun’s voice.
“Find Yoohwan, Jaejoong,” Yoochun whispers in Jaejoong’s ear (a dream of Yoochun whispers in a dreaming Jaejoong’s ear). “Find him for me.”
“I will,” Jaejoong whispers back. “Just stay with me. Please. Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you,” he thinks Yoochun whisper, but his voice is fading in the same way all the sounds disappeared when he fell.
Will I lose my leg the way I did before? Will they cut me open and slide an implant into my ear again?
Will Yoochun leave?
Will I find him again?
*
Jaejoong wakes up with none of his questions answered.
There is still nothing but silence in his ears, as if the implant is sending static along the wires to keep noise out and silence in.
“Hey,” he thinks he hears (not Yoochun’s voice. Not Yoochun’s voice. Somebody else’s.)
It takes him a while before he can. Before he can think to straighten up, to focus on a face, and the mumble a greeting that he himself cannot hear.
Yoochun is gone.
And the world is silent again.
End.
Author: virdant
Length: 493 words; super-short
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Angst
Pairing: JaeChun-ish
Summary: There’s nothing of Yoochun left. Not even the sound of his voice, because that has been washed away by the crackle of static.
Warning: Requires knowledge of Hand in Hand
Notes: Decided to play in Hand in Hand 'verse, which I haven't touched in a while. This is the second side story I wrote (the first being Taking the Sky) and it's just a bit of exploration into Jaejoong in the period where he was essentially comatose.
II: Deaf
There’s nothing left.
Nothing but the blankness of silence. It cuts deeply. It hurts. Hurts so bad.
Yoochun, Jaejoong thinks, half-way between dream and waking. Yoochun, where are you?
Only he can’t hear anything anymore. Can’t hear the drawl of: right here. Can’t hear anything but the steady buzz of the implant in his ear.
There’s nothing of Yoochun left.
Not even the sound of his voice, because that has been washed away by the crackle of static.
*
Jaejoong is dreaming.
In his dreams, he remembers Yoochun. He remembers noise.
And he remembers playing touch-glow-tag on the tracks.
The game is relatively simple. You run. You run and chase and hope (pray) you never get caught between rushes and thrills of movement. You run and chase and twist and turn, and the longer you stay without getting touched, the more you win.
There is no arbiter to decide who wins and who loses.
Jaejoong is dreaming, and he remembers the thrill of winning. He is winning. Nobody has caught him yet, and he laughs, loudly, with the thrill of winning. Because he is. And around him is a whirl of color and noice, the sound of laughter of children, the sound of adults grumbling, and the constant, ever present whirl of the tracks moving forward forward forward.
And then his leg buckles.
And he falls.
He thinks that he should still be able to hear. But all he can hear is the sound of nothingness as he falls.
He hears nothing.
*
Yoochun is not there.
Yoochun is not here.
There is nothing but silence in his ear.
This is what they wanted to fix, Jaejoong thinks in misery, in the middle of his dream. This silence. This emptiness.
This is what they wanted to fix.
But they have taken Yoochun away.
And he is gone.
*
“Hey beautiful,” Jaejoong thinks he hears Yoochun say, but he knows that he is dreaming, because Yoochun is gone, and there is no way for Yoochun to be back.
“Yoochunnie,” Jaejoong slurs back, because the more this is a dream, the more he can hear Yoochun’s voice.
“Find Yoohwan, Jaejoong,” Yoochun whispers in Jaejoong’s ear (a dream of Yoochun whispers in a dreaming Jaejoong’s ear). “Find him for me.”
“I will,” Jaejoong whispers back. “Just stay with me. Please. Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you,” he thinks Yoochun whisper, but his voice is fading in the same way all the sounds disappeared when he fell.
Will I lose my leg the way I did before? Will they cut me open and slide an implant into my ear again?
Will Yoochun leave?
Will I find him again?
*
Jaejoong wakes up with none of his questions answered.
There is still nothing but silence in his ears, as if the implant is sending static along the wires to keep noise out and silence in.
“Hey,” he thinks he hears (not Yoochun’s voice. Not Yoochun’s voice. Somebody else’s.)
It takes him a while before he can. Before he can think to straighten up, to focus on a face, and the mumble a greeting that he himself cannot hear.
Yoochun is gone.
And the world is silent again.
End.