edge of the world; hankyung/heechul.
a/n: this fic is for lovely lovely mikky who is my inspiration 3/2 of the time. thank you for being so brilliant and adorable, and i hope you're not terribly disappointed. this is the longest fic i've written in a while, fml. i love you~ ♥
it's been three thousand seventy two years they've been here, heechul and hankyung. three thousand seventy two years spent in a station wagon with no end in sight and miles of horizon and strips of the highway.
the speed meter's hand never hits past thirty-five. the first time heechul had gotten frustrated about the rate of movement, he pushed thirty three. an hour and thirty three miles later, the engine clanked and stopped on the side of an intersection that lead to all the same places.
so now hankyung drives, and heechul plays with the radio channels, switching back and forth until he finds a song he likes. sometimes, sometimes, they hear the same song ten times a day but neither mind, because the sound is clear no matter where they go, searching for the edge of the earth.
heechul likes to roll down the window and stick his feet out, with his head on hankyung's thigh and shoes on the floor. "the landscape stopped being fun to watch the first hour, hankyung," he says. "you're so warm, hankyung," he says. "let's eat lunch soon, hankyung," he says.
hankyung doesn't wonder about why heechul says the same thing every day anymore. he just smiles and hums, twisting heechul's hair around his finger, and sometimes, sometimes, they sing along to songs like the perfect duet, on stage for millions and millions of fans.
tears don't leave their eyes when the song ends, but heechul still plays with the radio channels, switching back and forth, and it's okay when they hear the same song ten times a day.
hankyung remembers, three thousand seventy two years ago, when heechul had asked, "if earth had an edge, where do you think it would be?" while they sat side by side in a movie theater with no one but them inside because they were five days late and a new sci-fi movie had just came out.
"if my heart had an edge, you would be falling off of it," laughing, and heechul had choked on popcorn, but then the main character on the movie screen was eaten by a five eyed thing, and all was forgotten.
the next day when heechul wakes up, there's a sticky note on his forehead and empty spot on his right side. i made breakfast, princess. when he groans and crawls out of bed though, he sees on his arm, in neat letters that still aren't quite right,
do you want to find out?
every couple days, they find cities. heechul hangs his head out the window, head on his arm while the other reaches out and sways in the wind like he could touch the bits of light, night air separating locks of hair. hankyung just smiles and speeds by at thirty miles an hour, like they're on a cloud.
sometimes, sometimes, they jump from their cloud and float down to loud signs and people with guitars on the side of the road. heechul always stops, laughs in delight, with the city sparkling in his eyes. it's times like those when hankyung steps back for a moment, if only a moment, and wonders if they should stop.
heechul's made to be the center of attention. he's a born entertainer, social butterfly and thousands and thousands of light years ahead, like pixie dust in the wind. but when they slide back into their battleship, seat belts left untouched with heechul's head on hankyung's thigh, heechul doesn't watch them leave behind skyscraper profits and dirty cash, and hankyung thinks that maybe it's okay, them and the world.
it's been three thousand seventy two years but back when it had only been five years, with their throats hurting from singing at the top of their lungs, they had slowed down on the side of the road in the middle of what could only be considered as nowhere.
heechul had squinted at the sun from below his cowboy hat, hankyung watching from the ground, leaning against the car and its shadow. the breeze had whispered, "let's go back, let's go home," in their place with a voice of disappointment and reason.
"let's go," heechul had said, while climbing into the driver's seat, slamming the door before opening it again. "let's go, go, go," heechul had said, all worn out energy, while kicking hankyung's shoe and opening the passenger door.
"home?" the chinese had asked, as he dusted himself of greener grass and silent rainbows. heechul had stopped fiddling with the dashboard compartment and looked at him, squinting again with bright eyes.
"don't you know? home is where the heart is," with the black of his hair showing where it should've been red and corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughed and hankyung knew, knew, knew, that home was only an arm’s length away.
somewhere along the way, on the road to the edge of the world, they left their dreams behind in place of new ones. hankyung remembers forty nine years of lost cities and training filled nights of repeated practicing while heechul was a room away, with his heart locked up under spotlights and memorized lines.
instead of thinking about spotlights and screaming people in a different world, hankyung thinks about the way heechul looks at himself in the rear view mirror on rainy days, wonders if heechul misses the planned out scripts and pictured characters where he could be anyone, anything.
the korean and the chinese, in a rundown car, with miles ahead and the edge of the world only a breath away. heechul dreams about fairy tales and dragons and people flying through the clouds, but he looks at hankyung upside down sometimes, and holds onto that dream instead.
there's places that kind of look like the edge of the world. they sit on pyramids and cliffs that spell out dead end, even though it's not really the end at all. all the edges of the world they've seen are beautiful in this kind of way that makes heechul want to scream and hankyung wish that he could slow down time.
neither say it, but hankyung thinks that if heechul were a place, he would be the edge of the world. it's like that feeling of knowing that you could fall if you took a step too far, a step too close, but not minding because you know it would be the most beautiful experience. hankyung thinks being around heechul is kind of like that.
neither say it, but heechul thinks that if hankyung were a place, he would be the edge of the world, simply because he thinks hankyung is kind of like love.
it's been three thousand seventy two years they've been here, heechul and hankyung. three thousand seventy two years spent in a station wagon with no end in sight and miles of horizon and strips of the highway.
the speed meter's hand never hits past thirty-five. the first time heechul had gotten frustrated about the rate of movement, he pushed thirty three. an hour and thirty three miles later, the engine clanked and stopped on the side of an intersection that lead to all the same places.
so now hankyung drives, and heechul plays with the radio channels, switching back and forth until he finds a song he likes. sometimes, sometimes, they hear the same song ten times a day but neither mind, because the sound is clear no matter where they go, searching for the edge of the earth.
heechul likes to roll down the window and stick his feet out, with his head on hankyung's thigh and shoes on the floor. "the landscape stopped being fun to watch the first hour, hankyung," he says. "you're so warm, hankyung," he says. "let's eat lunch soon, hankyung," he says.
hankyung doesn't wonder about why heechul says the same thing every day anymore. he just smiles and hums, twisting heechul's hair around his finger, and sometimes, sometimes, they sing along to songs like the perfect duet, on stage for millions and millions of fans.
tears don't leave their eyes when the song ends, but heechul still plays with the radio channels, switching back and forth, and it's okay when they hear the same song ten times a day.
hankyung remembers, three thousand seventy two years ago, when heechul had asked, "if earth had an edge, where do you think it would be?" while they sat side by side in a movie theater with no one but them inside because they were five days late and a new sci-fi movie had just came out.
"if my heart had an edge, you would be falling off of it," laughing, and heechul had choked on popcorn, but then the main character on the movie screen was eaten by a five eyed thing, and all was forgotten.
the next day when heechul wakes up, there's a sticky note on his forehead and empty spot on his right side. i made breakfast, princess. when he groans and crawls out of bed though, he sees on his arm, in neat letters that still aren't quite right,
do you want to find out?
every couple days, they find cities. heechul hangs his head out the window, head on his arm while the other reaches out and sways in the wind like he could touch the bits of light, night air separating locks of hair. hankyung just smiles and speeds by at thirty miles an hour, like they're on a cloud.
sometimes, sometimes, they jump from their cloud and float down to loud signs and people with guitars on the side of the road. heechul always stops, laughs in delight, with the city sparkling in his eyes. it's times like those when hankyung steps back for a moment, if only a moment, and wonders if they should stop.
heechul's made to be the center of attention. he's a born entertainer, social butterfly and thousands and thousands of light years ahead, like pixie dust in the wind. but when they slide back into their battleship, seat belts left untouched with heechul's head on hankyung's thigh, heechul doesn't watch them leave behind skyscraper profits and dirty cash, and hankyung thinks that maybe it's okay, them and the world.
it's been three thousand seventy two years but back when it had only been five years, with their throats hurting from singing at the top of their lungs, they had slowed down on the side of the road in the middle of what could only be considered as nowhere.
heechul had squinted at the sun from below his cowboy hat, hankyung watching from the ground, leaning against the car and its shadow. the breeze had whispered, "let's go back, let's go home," in their place with a voice of disappointment and reason.
"let's go," heechul had said, while climbing into the driver's seat, slamming the door before opening it again. "let's go, go, go," heechul had said, all worn out energy, while kicking hankyung's shoe and opening the passenger door.
"home?" the chinese had asked, as he dusted himself of greener grass and silent rainbows. heechul had stopped fiddling with the dashboard compartment and looked at him, squinting again with bright eyes.
"don't you know? home is where the heart is," with the black of his hair showing where it should've been red and corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughed and hankyung knew, knew, knew, that home was only an arm’s length away.
somewhere along the way, on the road to the edge of the world, they left their dreams behind in place of new ones. hankyung remembers forty nine years of lost cities and training filled nights of repeated practicing while heechul was a room away, with his heart locked up under spotlights and memorized lines.
instead of thinking about spotlights and screaming people in a different world, hankyung thinks about the way heechul looks at himself in the rear view mirror on rainy days, wonders if heechul misses the planned out scripts and pictured characters where he could be anyone, anything.
the korean and the chinese, in a rundown car, with miles ahead and the edge of the world only a breath away. heechul dreams about fairy tales and dragons and people flying through the clouds, but he looks at hankyung upside down sometimes, and holds onto that dream instead.
there's places that kind of look like the edge of the world. they sit on pyramids and cliffs that spell out dead end, even though it's not really the end at all. all the edges of the world they've seen are beautiful in this kind of way that makes heechul want to scream and hankyung wish that he could slow down time.
neither say it, but hankyung thinks that if heechul were a place, he would be the edge of the world. it's like that feeling of knowing that you could fall if you took a step too far, a step too close, but not minding because you know it would be the most beautiful experience. hankyung thinks being around heechul is kind of like that.
neither say it, but heechul thinks that if hankyung were a place, he would be the edge of the world, simply because he thinks hankyung is kind of like love.