His Lighthouse In The Fog
Title: His Lighthouse In The Fog
Pairing: Suho/Chen
Length: 667 words.
Warnings: None.
Notes: lauren's jundae ;u; quite satisfied with this eeep *^* prettiest thing i've ever written tbh.
Jongdae wakes up with dry, parched lips and a heavy suffocation in his chest he just can't explain. He looks up towards the clouds, and they are grey and sad, he wonders whether there would be rain today. He moves to sit by the window and opens it, hoping the moist breeze would somehow take the suffocating feeling choking him away, but it doesn't. The distant busy sounds of the city below him fills the air in his apartment and he ponders silently in his seat for a short moment, before moving away and leaving the window open, letting the city drown him in its infinite orchestra of life. He realises, when he eats his breakfast to the tune of tires on asphalt and people chattering busily, that he is quite lonely and he just wishes Junmyeon would come back to him.
Junmyeon has been gone for almost a year now.
Jongdae sets out for work after his early meal of one, but changes his course after the third traffic light, and drives towards the sea instead. He had always loved the sea, for it was the sea that he grew up with, but he moved to the city when real life caught up on him. His parents had persuaded him to stay, but when his father's sickness started getting worse, Jongdae knew he had no choice. His parents didn't want to leave their small seaside town and its friendly people, so Jongdae could only send them money periodically and visit them once in a while. Two years and a bit more later, Jongdae loses his father on a particularly cold February day, and he mourns until winter melts away and fall embraces Seoul in a flurry of warm colours.
That was when he met Junmyeon, when his sombre life finally took a turn for the better.
Junmyeon was Jongdae's lighthouse when he was a lost ship in a fog threatening to swallow him whole. He was there to pick up Jongdae's pieces and piece him back together again, he was the one that loved Jongdae with all his flaws and scars. Junmyeon was Jongdae's saviour, the core of his existence and the axis of Jongdae's world. But when Junmyeon disappeared on a particularly cold February day, exactly three years from the day Jongdae lost his father, Jongdae's world lost its axis and he came crumbling down into infinite, unidentifiable pieces. Nobody was there to pick up Jongdae's pieces anymore, so Jongdae never bothered to mend himself as well. He tried to numb the pain by drowning in his work and the effects of alcohol, but it would always come back and Jongdae would cry himself to sleep, dreaming of painfully bright smiles and comforting hugs after weary days.
Jongdae parks his car, and leaves his jacket and leather shoes as well. Moving slowly towards the welcoming splash of waves, he wriggles his toes in the sand and he can feel himself relax, the knots in his muscles finally untying. He plants himself in a shady spot, closes his eyes and tries his best to forget. Forget about work, forget about the city, forget about real life.
Forget about Junmyeon.
Yet Jongdae finds he can't. And with a heavy suffocation in his chest he can't explain, he stands up and dusts the sand off his trousers. When he shuffles back to his car, he finds a note attached to his windscreen, the white stationery fluttering like wings in the wind. His heartbeat starts accelerating when he opens it because he would recognise Junmyeon's neat handwriting anywhere.
How are you? It's been long, hasn't it, Jongdae?
"Junmyeon?" Jongdae finally manages to choke out after the initial shock.
"Yes?"
Jongdae turns around and right before his eyes is Kim Junmyeon himself, just as breathtaking as Jongdae remembers him (red wine hair, beautiful crescent eyes and that painfully bright smile). Jongdae can already see his world spinning again, the fog hazing his mind finally clearing after a long, long while.