recognition (flashfic challenge 27: lie in the sound)
Title: recognition
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 253
Pairing: yunho!centric (hinted homin)
Concrit: yes'm
Rating: G
Summary: yunho dreams what he doesn't see
Notes: this one made me think.
he wakes up from the dream where he's free-falling from the clouds - not quite heaven, he'd been halfway up the ladder when the wind shook him free.
on the ground the people had stared, asked, "are you a fallen angel?" and all yunho could do was laugh and say no, no, no.
it's a dream more suited to the unconscious corners of jaejoong's mind - or junsu's, or yoochun's with it's inevitable quiet compositions. they have minds meant to dream of falling, flying.
not yunho. not concrete, grounded, earth-based yunho with his pride and his honor and his two feet on two firm plots of land. his arms don't reach to touch the sky.
but every night for the past six nights, yunho wakes from the dream where he's free-falling from the clouds. the inevitable images; he can't figure out what they mean. he forgets them, pushes them to the back of his mind and fills the rest with schedules and duties. the dreams rub elbows with other small facts: the look of jaejoong's eyes at midnight, the frown etched on junsu's fifteen year old face, the sharp curve of yoochun's spine, the silence the day their group was announced. how changmin looked when yunho stopped him at "i lov-"
and every day he's haunted. not by the feel of the wind rushing past his hands, and not the inevitable impact of the ground. but the way everyone asks, "are you an angel?"
and all he can say is, no, no, no.
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 253
Pairing: yunho!centric (hinted homin)
Concrit: yes'm
Rating: G
Summary: yunho dreams what he doesn't see
Notes: this one made me think.
he wakes up from the dream where he's free-falling from the clouds - not quite heaven, he'd been halfway up the ladder when the wind shook him free.
on the ground the people had stared, asked, "are you a fallen angel?" and all yunho could do was laugh and say no, no, no.
it's a dream more suited to the unconscious corners of jaejoong's mind - or junsu's, or yoochun's with it's inevitable quiet compositions. they have minds meant to dream of falling, flying.
not yunho. not concrete, grounded, earth-based yunho with his pride and his honor and his two feet on two firm plots of land. his arms don't reach to touch the sky.
but every night for the past six nights, yunho wakes from the dream where he's free-falling from the clouds. the inevitable images; he can't figure out what they mean. he forgets them, pushes them to the back of his mind and fills the rest with schedules and duties. the dreams rub elbows with other small facts: the look of jaejoong's eyes at midnight, the frown etched on junsu's fifteen year old face, the sharp curve of yoochun's spine, the silence the day their group was announced. how changmin looked when yunho stopped him at "i lov-"
and every day he's haunted. not by the feel of the wind rushing past his hands, and not the inevitable impact of the ground. but the way everyone asks, "are you an angel?"
and all he can say is, no, no, no.