#51: You and I (Under the Same Sky)
Prompt #: 51
Title: you and i (under the same sky)
Rating: PG-13
Main Pairing/s: gen kris/luhan/yixing
Side Pairing/s: none
Word Count: 2145
Summary: there are many worlds, but they share the same sky. one sky, one destiny.
Author Notes: I honestly had Grand Plans for this fic, but unfortunately due to Real Life, I didn’t have the time to work on it to make it the best that it could be :( I know this is short, but please take this as a teaser of more that is to come? I did enjoy playing in this world and I honestly have Ideas that didn’t have the time to be written and I’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations! ;A;
I've been having these weird thoughts lately.... Like, is any of this for real... or not?
He was freefalling. Lu Han and acute acrophobia did not mix well, and the thought of falling through clouds into the depths of the great unknown should have had him feeling sick to his stomach. But there was something strange about this, the sense of calm that washed over him as he fell through something that looked vaguely like rippling seawater.
Lu Han closed his eyes, letting the feeling of waves and air wash over him, serene and calming.
“Hey, this isn’t the time to be sleeping. We have practice in twenty minutes, wake up!”
In true graceful fashion, Luhan promptly started and tumbled off the bed. By the time he’d scram-bled onto his feet, he was met by Yixing’s very amused face, and he couldn’t help but scowl at Yixing. “I wasn’t sleeping,” he protested, with a grumble, but nevertheless headed towards the door to grab his bag, and water bottle, two of the essential things needed to survive yet another grueling day at training.
“All that coordination in Jaewon-hyung’s dance classes and you trip on air.” Yixing teased, watching as Luhan turned the last tidy quarter of his room upside-down to try and find the card that would let him into the SM building.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, finally spotting it under a pile of clean clothes that he’d forgotten to keep the other day after doing laundry, grabbing it and darting out of the door before Yixing could catch up with him. In the shared living room that the Chinese trainees shared, Kris had his earphones in, mouthing along the lyrics to a new rap that he was probably in the midst of learning. Luhan skidded to a halt, his socks giving him that little bit of an extra slide but careful not to slide too much and lose his balance. He nearly had this down to an art. Yixing followed after him, obviously a little bit more cautious than Luhan was,
“Oh, there you are.” Kris finally noticed Luhan, yanking the white earbuds out of his ears and stashing away his iPod. “I was wondering where you were. We’re going to get yelled at if we’re late again.”
“Sorry,” Luhan apologised, picking up the snapback that he’d left on the coffee table last night when they’d come back home from practice. “We’re probably going to have to make a run for it. See you at the entrance after practice? We can go grab some food after.”
Kris checked the time on his phone before stashing it into his pocket. “Yeah, I think that works. I’ll see you later, then.”
As Kris jogged out of the dorm, on his way to his own practice, Luhan glanced over at Yixing and grinned. “Race you to the building?”
-------
As usual, practice lasted until way after the sun had set, Yixing and Luhan both stumbling out of the building and nursing several aches from well-used muscles. Kris had been done much, much earlier, since his schedule was different from the other two, and had been waiting for them at the en-trance to the SM Building, fiddling with his phone and the slightly worn-out phone charms attached to it (birthday presents from the other Chinese trainees last year).
Still being trainees afforded them the luxury of privacy, which was why they were just another group of boys sitting at the banks of the Han River with their take-out boxes of jjajangmyeon and fried chicken, and Yixing was very notably lying on his back on the grass, looking up at the sky. It was a clear, cloudless night, and only a few stars twinkled in the distance.
“Hey,” Luhan elbowed him good-naturedly, stealing a piece of pork from Yixing’s half-eaten jjajangmyeon bowl. “Your stamina sucks if you’re already tired.”
Yixing made a noise of protest, but made no move to stop Luhan from stealing his food. Kris just sighed - he was used to their antics. “Good luck to the poor leader who has to deal with you two after debut,” Kris deadpanned, placing his half-empty bowl on the grass.
“What’s up with you, though, you’re more… spacey, than you usually are.”
“Nothing, just thinking. The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”
What Yixing said caused both Kris and Luhan to look up. Luhan frowned. If he squinted a bit, he could see the faint outline of the Big Dipper, maybe the Dog Star… but as it was, it was drowned out by the neon lights of Seoul.
“I read something on Weibo that each star is supposed to be a world, or something like that. Pretty cool, huh.” Yixing grinned. “Trying to think what kind of worlds there would be.”
“You’re thinking too much,” Kris said, poking Yixing in the ribs lightly. “Have you been sleeping?”
Now that Kris mentioned it, Luhan frowned. Yixing was notorious among most of the trainees by turning up in the most threadbare t-shirts and old sweatpants and never changing them until they actually fell apart, but there was something that looked… off. Like he was-- fading away, his mind supplied, uneasily.
Yixing grinned and gave them a thumbs up, and that cheerful gesture abated both Kris and Luhan’s concerns, at least in that moment. “I’m fine. I’m just entertaining myself by thinking about how Lu-han’s probably the court jester in another world or something.”
A beat.
“Hey!”
-------
When Luhan woke up in the middle of the night, he wasn’t exactly sure what exactly had caused him to jerk awake in bed. It was a strange feeling of deja-vu, nonetheless. He rolled over again to try and get some sleep, and then realised that he was the only person left in the room.
“... Yixing?” he called out, then sat up in bed and looked over at Yixing’s bunk. The covers on Yixing’s bed were all messy, turned into a ball of some sort, almost like Yixing had scrambled out of bed in a hurry. Kris’s bunk, on top of Yixing’s, was still neat, like it hadn’t been slept in.
A crash of thunder startled him, and made him scramble out of bed and head towards the window. The clear, cloudless sky from earlier was gone, replaced by dark grey, sinister clouds, and a couple of moments after, the sky split with lightning.
Blood-red lightning.
“This is fucking weird,” Luhan mumbled to himself, feeling slightly weirded out and hoping that it was just a bad dream, and then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure racing out of the building and down the main street.
Yixing.
Ten seconds later, he’d changed out of his pajamas into the first set of clothes that he could grab from his closet, and was running down the same path that Yixing had taken. He was not, however, looking at where he was going, and collided head first into someone that just happened to be in his way, knocking them both over to the ground.
“Oof,” a very familiar voice grunted, and Luhan had to blink once, twice, before realising that he’d run into Kris, who was undoubtedly on the way back from a midnight trip to the minimart, seeing as the contents of the plastic bag that he was holding were spilled all over the road. “Watch where you’re-- Luhan? What are you doing out here?”
Kris sounded as confused as Luhan himself felt, which was always a reassuring thing. “Yixing. He just… He ran out somewhere and what the hell, Kris, this isn’t normal,” he said, gesturing wildly to the darkened clouds, the red lightning, everything, before he scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off.
Before Kris could answer Luhan, there was a strange noise from behind them. Both boys snapped around, looking over in opposite directions, as several strange creatures seemed to rise out of the ground to surround them.
They were small, insect like creatures, pure black with glowing yellow eyes. They leaned over, almost on all fours, and moved in odd, jerky lunges like puppets on strings. They didn’t seem to have mouths, but there was a strange, chirping noise in the air, like the eerie chirping of cicadas.
“What the fuck?” Kris swore, taking a shaky step back.
Luhan kicked out at one instinctively when it got too close, only for it to melt back into the ground. He heard Kris yell look out but he was too late - there was a sharp pain when one of them had come up behind him, taking a swipe at his arm and tearing through the fabric of his t-shirt, leaving three short, ugly gashes in his skin.
“Kris, run!” He knew instinctively that he couldn’t actually fight these creatures if they could just melt into the ground, and then he stopped. Yixing. What if Yixing was being swarmed by these creatures right now? Damn it, he swore under his breath, and without turning back to see whether Kris had followed what he said, Luhan turned and ran down the familiar stretch of road, there was a small children’s playground in the middle of the high-rise apartment buildings in this area, there was no where else Yixing would have gone if he’d taken this road…
As he skidded to a halt just outside the entrance to the playground, he could see Yixing standing there, just a lone figure standing and looking up into the swirling mass of red in the sky. There were none of those creatures here. They were the only ones around.
“Yixing.” He called. There was no response. “Yixing!” He called, louder again. Still no response. Yixing was staring up in the red mass like he was transfixed by something that Luhan couldn’t see. Luhan was starting to get a little bit worried. He’d never seen Yixing act this way before.
Then suddenly, softly, and if Luhan weren’t listening intently enough, he would have missed it completely. “... You said you’d take me there, right?” Yixing said, and Luhan’s head jerked, thinking that Yixing was talking to him.
Then Luhan took several steps closer and realised that there was someone else in that swirl-ing mass of clouds that he hadn’t seen, and that Yixing was talking to him. It was a tall, hooded man, dressed all in black, a hood over his face to conceal it. His hand was outstretched, and Yixing was reaching forward to touch his outstretched hand, their fingers almost touching…
“No!” Luhan yelled, lunging forward, suddenly seized by a feeling of panic. “Don’t listen to him, come back!”
Yixing’s eyes were clouded over strangely, leaning forward to accept the man’s corrupted invitation. Luhan threw himself bodily forward, but was met by an invisible force field that threw Luhan back when he tried to get closer. The commotion, at the very least, seemed to get Yixing to snap out of it for a moment, glancing back at Luhan, but he’d already grabbed onto the man’s outstretched hand. The storm picked up in intensity, and both Yixing and the other man seemed to be picked up by the winds, being lifted up into the swirling mass of clouds, being sucked into it--
Luhan threw himself against the force field again and again, pushing through as much as he could. He brought his hand down, a last-ditch attempt to break down the barrier even though it was going to be futile, and then suddenly there was a flash of white light, and his hand closed around metal - there was somehow a weapon in his hand which Luhan wasn’t entirely sure how it appeared, but he wasn’t going to complain. The force field shattered, and Luhan fell on his knees. His head snapped upwards, trying to look for both Yixing and the hooded figure, but neither of them were to be found.
The storm had escalated in intensity - it was starting to rip trees out of the ground and into the swirl-ing clouds above, and Luhan threw his hand up to shield himself from the dust that threatened to get into his eyes. “Yixing!” he yelled. “Come back!”
The wind swallowed his yells, and somehow it became too much for him, lifting him off his feet.
-------
In the sky, a star twinkled and faded out of existence.
Somewhere else, in the cobbled streets of a quaint, small town, there lay a boy crumpled on the ground. Held loosely in his hand was a key-shaped blade, red, blue and silver. It pulsed slightly, emitting a faint glow as if trying to attract the attention of a Good Samaritan. He shifted a little, making a pained noise, but he wasn’t awake yet, and a single word escaped his lips.
“... Yixing…”
Title: you and i (under the same sky)
Rating: PG-13
Main Pairing/s: gen kris/luhan/yixing
Side Pairing/s: none
Word Count: 2145
Summary: there are many worlds, but they share the same sky. one sky, one destiny.
Author Notes: I honestly had Grand Plans for this fic, but unfortunately due to Real Life, I didn’t have the time to work on it to make it the best that it could be :( I know this is short, but please take this as a teaser of more that is to come? I did enjoy playing in this world and I honestly have Ideas that didn’t have the time to be written and I’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations! ;A;
I've been having these weird thoughts lately.... Like, is any of this for real... or not?
He was freefalling. Lu Han and acute acrophobia did not mix well, and the thought of falling through clouds into the depths of the great unknown should have had him feeling sick to his stomach. But there was something strange about this, the sense of calm that washed over him as he fell through something that looked vaguely like rippling seawater.
Lu Han closed his eyes, letting the feeling of waves and air wash over him, serene and calming.
“Hey, this isn’t the time to be sleeping. We have practice in twenty minutes, wake up!”
In true graceful fashion, Luhan promptly started and tumbled off the bed. By the time he’d scram-bled onto his feet, he was met by Yixing’s very amused face, and he couldn’t help but scowl at Yixing. “I wasn’t sleeping,” he protested, with a grumble, but nevertheless headed towards the door to grab his bag, and water bottle, two of the essential things needed to survive yet another grueling day at training.
“All that coordination in Jaewon-hyung’s dance classes and you trip on air.” Yixing teased, watching as Luhan turned the last tidy quarter of his room upside-down to try and find the card that would let him into the SM building.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, finally spotting it under a pile of clean clothes that he’d forgotten to keep the other day after doing laundry, grabbing it and darting out of the door before Yixing could catch up with him. In the shared living room that the Chinese trainees shared, Kris had his earphones in, mouthing along the lyrics to a new rap that he was probably in the midst of learning. Luhan skidded to a halt, his socks giving him that little bit of an extra slide but careful not to slide too much and lose his balance. He nearly had this down to an art. Yixing followed after him, obviously a little bit more cautious than Luhan was,
“Oh, there you are.” Kris finally noticed Luhan, yanking the white earbuds out of his ears and stashing away his iPod. “I was wondering where you were. We’re going to get yelled at if we’re late again.”
“Sorry,” Luhan apologised, picking up the snapback that he’d left on the coffee table last night when they’d come back home from practice. “We’re probably going to have to make a run for it. See you at the entrance after practice? We can go grab some food after.”
Kris checked the time on his phone before stashing it into his pocket. “Yeah, I think that works. I’ll see you later, then.”
As Kris jogged out of the dorm, on his way to his own practice, Luhan glanced over at Yixing and grinned. “Race you to the building?”
-------
As usual, practice lasted until way after the sun had set, Yixing and Luhan both stumbling out of the building and nursing several aches from well-used muscles. Kris had been done much, much earlier, since his schedule was different from the other two, and had been waiting for them at the en-trance to the SM Building, fiddling with his phone and the slightly worn-out phone charms attached to it (birthday presents from the other Chinese trainees last year).
Still being trainees afforded them the luxury of privacy, which was why they were just another group of boys sitting at the banks of the Han River with their take-out boxes of jjajangmyeon and fried chicken, and Yixing was very notably lying on his back on the grass, looking up at the sky. It was a clear, cloudless night, and only a few stars twinkled in the distance.
“Hey,” Luhan elbowed him good-naturedly, stealing a piece of pork from Yixing’s half-eaten jjajangmyeon bowl. “Your stamina sucks if you’re already tired.”
Yixing made a noise of protest, but made no move to stop Luhan from stealing his food. Kris just sighed - he was used to their antics. “Good luck to the poor leader who has to deal with you two after debut,” Kris deadpanned, placing his half-empty bowl on the grass.
“What’s up with you, though, you’re more… spacey, than you usually are.”
“Nothing, just thinking. The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”
What Yixing said caused both Kris and Luhan to look up. Luhan frowned. If he squinted a bit, he could see the faint outline of the Big Dipper, maybe the Dog Star… but as it was, it was drowned out by the neon lights of Seoul.
“I read something on Weibo that each star is supposed to be a world, or something like that. Pretty cool, huh.” Yixing grinned. “Trying to think what kind of worlds there would be.”
“You’re thinking too much,” Kris said, poking Yixing in the ribs lightly. “Have you been sleeping?”
Now that Kris mentioned it, Luhan frowned. Yixing was notorious among most of the trainees by turning up in the most threadbare t-shirts and old sweatpants and never changing them until they actually fell apart, but there was something that looked… off. Like he was-- fading away, his mind supplied, uneasily.
Yixing grinned and gave them a thumbs up, and that cheerful gesture abated both Kris and Luhan’s concerns, at least in that moment. “I’m fine. I’m just entertaining myself by thinking about how Lu-han’s probably the court jester in another world or something.”
A beat.
“Hey!”
-------
When Luhan woke up in the middle of the night, he wasn’t exactly sure what exactly had caused him to jerk awake in bed. It was a strange feeling of deja-vu, nonetheless. He rolled over again to try and get some sleep, and then realised that he was the only person left in the room.
“... Yixing?” he called out, then sat up in bed and looked over at Yixing’s bunk. The covers on Yixing’s bed were all messy, turned into a ball of some sort, almost like Yixing had scrambled out of bed in a hurry. Kris’s bunk, on top of Yixing’s, was still neat, like it hadn’t been slept in.
A crash of thunder startled him, and made him scramble out of bed and head towards the window. The clear, cloudless sky from earlier was gone, replaced by dark grey, sinister clouds, and a couple of moments after, the sky split with lightning.
Blood-red lightning.
“This is fucking weird,” Luhan mumbled to himself, feeling slightly weirded out and hoping that it was just a bad dream, and then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure racing out of the building and down the main street.
Yixing.
Ten seconds later, he’d changed out of his pajamas into the first set of clothes that he could grab from his closet, and was running down the same path that Yixing had taken. He was not, however, looking at where he was going, and collided head first into someone that just happened to be in his way, knocking them both over to the ground.
“Oof,” a very familiar voice grunted, and Luhan had to blink once, twice, before realising that he’d run into Kris, who was undoubtedly on the way back from a midnight trip to the minimart, seeing as the contents of the plastic bag that he was holding were spilled all over the road. “Watch where you’re-- Luhan? What are you doing out here?”
Kris sounded as confused as Luhan himself felt, which was always a reassuring thing. “Yixing. He just… He ran out somewhere and what the hell, Kris, this isn’t normal,” he said, gesturing wildly to the darkened clouds, the red lightning, everything, before he scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off.
Before Kris could answer Luhan, there was a strange noise from behind them. Both boys snapped around, looking over in opposite directions, as several strange creatures seemed to rise out of the ground to surround them.
They were small, insect like creatures, pure black with glowing yellow eyes. They leaned over, almost on all fours, and moved in odd, jerky lunges like puppets on strings. They didn’t seem to have mouths, but there was a strange, chirping noise in the air, like the eerie chirping of cicadas.
“What the fuck?” Kris swore, taking a shaky step back.
Luhan kicked out at one instinctively when it got too close, only for it to melt back into the ground. He heard Kris yell look out but he was too late - there was a sharp pain when one of them had come up behind him, taking a swipe at his arm and tearing through the fabric of his t-shirt, leaving three short, ugly gashes in his skin.
“Kris, run!” He knew instinctively that he couldn’t actually fight these creatures if they could just melt into the ground, and then he stopped. Yixing. What if Yixing was being swarmed by these creatures right now? Damn it, he swore under his breath, and without turning back to see whether Kris had followed what he said, Luhan turned and ran down the familiar stretch of road, there was a small children’s playground in the middle of the high-rise apartment buildings in this area, there was no where else Yixing would have gone if he’d taken this road…
As he skidded to a halt just outside the entrance to the playground, he could see Yixing standing there, just a lone figure standing and looking up into the swirling mass of red in the sky. There were none of those creatures here. They were the only ones around.
“Yixing.” He called. There was no response. “Yixing!” He called, louder again. Still no response. Yixing was staring up in the red mass like he was transfixed by something that Luhan couldn’t see. Luhan was starting to get a little bit worried. He’d never seen Yixing act this way before.
Then suddenly, softly, and if Luhan weren’t listening intently enough, he would have missed it completely. “... You said you’d take me there, right?” Yixing said, and Luhan’s head jerked, thinking that Yixing was talking to him.
Then Luhan took several steps closer and realised that there was someone else in that swirl-ing mass of clouds that he hadn’t seen, and that Yixing was talking to him. It was a tall, hooded man, dressed all in black, a hood over his face to conceal it. His hand was outstretched, and Yixing was reaching forward to touch his outstretched hand, their fingers almost touching…
“No!” Luhan yelled, lunging forward, suddenly seized by a feeling of panic. “Don’t listen to him, come back!”
Yixing’s eyes were clouded over strangely, leaning forward to accept the man’s corrupted invitation. Luhan threw himself bodily forward, but was met by an invisible force field that threw Luhan back when he tried to get closer. The commotion, at the very least, seemed to get Yixing to snap out of it for a moment, glancing back at Luhan, but he’d already grabbed onto the man’s outstretched hand. The storm picked up in intensity, and both Yixing and the other man seemed to be picked up by the winds, being lifted up into the swirling mass of clouds, being sucked into it--
Luhan threw himself against the force field again and again, pushing through as much as he could. He brought his hand down, a last-ditch attempt to break down the barrier even though it was going to be futile, and then suddenly there was a flash of white light, and his hand closed around metal - there was somehow a weapon in his hand which Luhan wasn’t entirely sure how it appeared, but he wasn’t going to complain. The force field shattered, and Luhan fell on his knees. His head snapped upwards, trying to look for both Yixing and the hooded figure, but neither of them were to be found.
The storm had escalated in intensity - it was starting to rip trees out of the ground and into the swirl-ing clouds above, and Luhan threw his hand up to shield himself from the dust that threatened to get into his eyes. “Yixing!” he yelled. “Come back!”
The wind swallowed his yells, and somehow it became too much for him, lifting him off his feet.
-------
In the sky, a star twinkled and faded out of existence.
Somewhere else, in the cobbled streets of a quaint, small town, there lay a boy crumpled on the ground. Held loosely in his hand was a key-shaped blade, red, blue and silver. It pulsed slightly, emitting a faint glow as if trying to attract the attention of a Good Samaritan. He shifted a little, making a pained noise, but he wasn’t awake yet, and a single word escaped his lips.
“... Yixing…”