last bus home; daejae; pg (1/?)
Title: last bus home
Length: 861w
Rating: PG
Focus: Daehyun/Youngjae
Warning: Angsty AU. Rusty writing skills.
Disclaimer: B.A.P belong to themselves and TS Ent. This is purely fictional.
Summary: Daehyun is supposed to take the final bus ride which will bring him to the other side. But something is stopping him.
A/N: What the hell am I doing writing after more than 2 years of not doing so, for a new fandom, and being exactly 1 week away from my uni finals at that. Somebody shoot me.
Last Bus Home.
The last thing Daehyun remembered before blacking out and waking up on a metal gurney was the screeching of brakes and a loud honk. He blinked hard a few times before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the cold metal. His head was throbbing slightly and he had to shut his eyes tight as he tried to will it away. He slowly slid off the gurney, swaying slightly from dizziness. Looking up and around for the first time since he awoke, he realised that he was in a small dimly lit room with metal cabinets filled with unknown bottles lining the walls. Daehyun frowned as he turned around. Catching sight of the gurney he just got off from, Daehyun let out a loud gasp as he crumbled to the floor in shock.
Hands trembling, he reached out and caressed the skin of a pale copy of himself, lying cold and lifeless on the gurney.
"I... I'm... What's going on?" he whispered.
A cleared throat was heard from somewhere behind him and Daehyun spun around to see a tall, slender young man, impeccably dressed in all black, leaning against one of the metal counters.
"Jung Daehyun?" he asked. Daehyun gave a curt nod in response, face set in a questioning frown.
"You died."
***
Daehyun rolled the information over and over in his head, trying to get a firm grip on things. He got run over by a car, then he died. So that's it? My life just... ends?
Daehyun began running his hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls of them as he did so. Crumpled on the floor of the too-clean room, he curled into himself as a million thoughts ran through his mind. He was only 20 - way too young to die. He was still in the middle of college, studying arts and communications. He had his whole life spread out in front of him. Aspirations, dreams and ambitions, all crashed and burnt the moment the car crashed into him.
"-you alright kid?"
Daehyun thought of his family. What will his parents feel, having to bury their son? No parent would ever wish for that. And what about his hyung? They might not get along all the time but they both know that when things go wrong and no one was there for them, they could actually lean on each other. Tears that have been welled up in his eyes started to roll down his cheeks in big fat drops .
"- take it easy, man. No one else took it well when they first knew either."
Daehyun then thought about the one person he wanted to go home to everyday. The one person who knew him inside out, who could read him like a book even though he was not the type to wear his emotions on his sleeves. The one person who could get on his nerves one moment but make him feel like he was floating on air, light and carefree, the next. The one person he would not mind growing old and wrinkly with, whom he wanted to wake up next to everyday for the rest of his - well now nonexistent - life.
He sobbed harder at the thought.
The door to the room swung open and footsteps of about two or three people were heard. They started conversing rapidly amongst each other as they went about their business, moving around the room, walking through Daehyun like he was a ghost. Well, he technically is.
“-the deceased is ready to be moved to the morgue. Have you-?”
“-yes ma’am. I couldn’t find anything from his personal effects. Well, not yet-”
“-keep looking. We need to call someone to identify him; verify him-”
“-working on it, ma’am. I got an intern to try crack the password on his cellphone and then see if there’s anyone we can call-”
“-alright. We’re all done here. I’ll get people to move him-”
The footsteps then faded into the distant following the soft click of the door coming to a close. The room was silent again, save for Daehyun’s sobs.
A few minutes passed and the other being in the room with him was starting to get a little bit restless. He always tried his best to be empathetic whenever he gets a young charge, but sometimes that’s just where it stops - at the trying, as he goes on to fail completely.
Suddenly Daehyun’s head shot up as realisation hit him. He stared blankly ahead, eyes wide. He started muttering to himself, “No one - No one knows yet. Umma and appa doesn’t know... And...” Daehyun grabbed at his hair again. He doesn’t know yet either. He was still living his life, carefreely as Daehyun would expect him to; not a clue that Daehyun was simply not alive anymore. Daehyun could only imagine the tiny percentage of despair the other would feel once he finds out. Daehyun hurriedly got to his feet and bolted from the room, tears running freely down his face, leaving wet droplets on the sanitized linoleum floor.
Yoo Youngjae, I’m sorry... For the despair you’re about to go through, I’m really sorry.
***
A/N: Short, a foreward of some sort because. I CAN'T BE WRITING RIGHT NOW sobbbsss. This is what daejae (and bap as a whole) does to me. Once uni is over, I'll finish this. Or I'll try to. No promises though ;~;
Length: 861w
Rating: PG
Focus: Daehyun/Youngjae
Warning: Angsty AU. Rusty writing skills.
Disclaimer: B.A.P belong to themselves and TS Ent. This is purely fictional.
Summary: Daehyun is supposed to take the final bus ride which will bring him to the other side. But something is stopping him.
A/N: What the hell am I doing writing after more than 2 years of not doing so, for a new fandom, and being exactly 1 week away from my uni finals at that. Somebody shoot me.
Last Bus Home.
The last thing Daehyun remembered before blacking out and waking up on a metal gurney was the screeching of brakes and a loud honk. He blinked hard a few times before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the cold metal. His head was throbbing slightly and he had to shut his eyes tight as he tried to will it away. He slowly slid off the gurney, swaying slightly from dizziness. Looking up and around for the first time since he awoke, he realised that he was in a small dimly lit room with metal cabinets filled with unknown bottles lining the walls. Daehyun frowned as he turned around. Catching sight of the gurney he just got off from, Daehyun let out a loud gasp as he crumbled to the floor in shock.
Hands trembling, he reached out and caressed the skin of a pale copy of himself, lying cold and lifeless on the gurney.
"I... I'm... What's going on?" he whispered.
A cleared throat was heard from somewhere behind him and Daehyun spun around to see a tall, slender young man, impeccably dressed in all black, leaning against one of the metal counters.
"Jung Daehyun?" he asked. Daehyun gave a curt nod in response, face set in a questioning frown.
"You died."
***
Daehyun rolled the information over and over in his head, trying to get a firm grip on things. He got run over by a car, then he died. So that's it? My life just... ends?
Daehyun began running his hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls of them as he did so. Crumpled on the floor of the too-clean room, he curled into himself as a million thoughts ran through his mind. He was only 20 - way too young to die. He was still in the middle of college, studying arts and communications. He had his whole life spread out in front of him. Aspirations, dreams and ambitions, all crashed and burnt the moment the car crashed into him.
"-you alright kid?"
Daehyun thought of his family. What will his parents feel, having to bury their son? No parent would ever wish for that. And what about his hyung? They might not get along all the time but they both know that when things go wrong and no one was there for them, they could actually lean on each other. Tears that have been welled up in his eyes started to roll down his cheeks in big fat drops .
"- take it easy, man. No one else took it well when they first knew either."
Daehyun then thought about the one person he wanted to go home to everyday. The one person who knew him inside out, who could read him like a book even though he was not the type to wear his emotions on his sleeves. The one person who could get on his nerves one moment but make him feel like he was floating on air, light and carefree, the next. The one person he would not mind growing old and wrinkly with, whom he wanted to wake up next to everyday for the rest of his - well now nonexistent - life.
He sobbed harder at the thought.
The door to the room swung open and footsteps of about two or three people were heard. They started conversing rapidly amongst each other as they went about their business, moving around the room, walking through Daehyun like he was a ghost. Well, he technically is.
“-the deceased is ready to be moved to the morgue. Have you-?”
“-yes ma’am. I couldn’t find anything from his personal effects. Well, not yet-”
“-keep looking. We need to call someone to identify him; verify him-”
“-working on it, ma’am. I got an intern to try crack the password on his cellphone and then see if there’s anyone we can call-”
“-alright. We’re all done here. I’ll get people to move him-”
The footsteps then faded into the distant following the soft click of the door coming to a close. The room was silent again, save for Daehyun’s sobs.
A few minutes passed and the other being in the room with him was starting to get a little bit restless. He always tried his best to be empathetic whenever he gets a young charge, but sometimes that’s just where it stops - at the trying, as he goes on to fail completely.
Suddenly Daehyun’s head shot up as realisation hit him. He stared blankly ahead, eyes wide. He started muttering to himself, “No one - No one knows yet. Umma and appa doesn’t know... And...” Daehyun grabbed at his hair again. He doesn’t know yet either. He was still living his life, carefreely as Daehyun would expect him to; not a clue that Daehyun was simply not alive anymore. Daehyun could only imagine the tiny percentage of despair the other would feel once he finds out. Daehyun hurriedly got to his feet and bolted from the room, tears running freely down his face, leaving wet droplets on the sanitized linoleum floor.
Yoo Youngjae, I’m sorry... For the despair you’re about to go through, I’m really sorry.
***
A/N: Short, a foreward of some sort because. I CAN'T BE WRITING RIGHT NOW sobbbsss. This is what daejae (and bap as a whole) does to me. Once uni is over, I'll finish this. Or I'll try to. No promises though ;~;