Sky Blue
Title: Sky Blue
Pairing: Daejae
Rating: PG-17
Type: One Shot
Genre: Romance
A/N: Nobody died...
[{Part of- Of Angels (3 stories about intermediaries)}]
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I fell for you on a rainy day. What was it about you that made the world sky blue?
I crossed the street in the rain to live in your world-
I fell for you on a rainy day. Our umbrellas were tangled. I peered from under the mangled shelter and saw your smile. No one smiled like you did on a rainy day. I told myself this wasn't real. It was as temporary as a passing shower. I smiled back, whispered a shy sorry. Maybe; maybe the second time I would be sure.
The second time was pure coincidence, or so I reminded myself. It was raining again. Your red umbrella peeking from the grey crowd. You looked contented under that small makeshift shelter. The rain did nothing to dampen your spirits, your eyes bright. I turned to cross the next street. The second time didn't count. You didn't see me.
People say third time's a pattern. But you weren't so simple. You were a break in a cycle. One that I tried so hard to create. The sun was out. I liked how it danced off your skin. Your blonde hair reflecting the sun's smile. I subconsciously adjusted my uniform and tugged the sleeves over my bruises. You weren't to see me like this. I wasn't at my best. Then again, I never was. Next time. Next time would be best. I left hello for the next time we met.
If once was chance, the second a coincidence, third time a pattern, then what makes the fourth? I was with my friends. We threw beer bottles from the top floor of the building. Down to the city. The glass shattered, like sharp distillation. We were young. We didn't care. Not for the people that might have chanced by, not for anyone but ourselves. The police came. And we scattered. I ran as far as I could, to any alley that would accept me and hold me close. I sat, tracing the crevices with my fingers. It started raining. My shirt stuck to my chest. My mind diluted by the rain. But then you came. Red umbrella peeking from the corner. Your worried smile, the tilt of your head. Your voice soothed the alley, "Are you okay?" you stood over me, umbrella over both our heads. All I could do was nod dumbly. I was. I was. I was, now that you're here.
Youngjae.
That was your name. You told me. And right then I was sure no one smiled like you did. Not on a rainy day. What makes the fourth, then? The fourth time was magic. I was sure I had fallen for you on a rainy day.
You were different from the others. The way you smiled, the way you stood, head in the clouds. You were different. The way you spoke, the way you saw the world. Everything was-
"Sky blue..." those words, so familiar, yet they puzzle me. "Daehyunnie, today is sky blue." At first I didn't understand what you meant. The sky was grey, rain pounding frantically on the hot roads. But I nodded anyways, and held you close. You kissed me, under that red umbrella. Right then I knew what it was like for the world to be sky blue. I crossed the street in the rain to live in your world.
We'd often go out when it was raining. To see the raindrops bounce off the ground and form lilies above the tar. You told me about them. You always made the world seen more poetic than it was. I told you I would pick the lilies for you if I could. If only they weren't so temporary. You shook your head and chuckled. You didn't understand. I really would, if only I could. But right now you'd just have to settle for this kiss. The one I planted on your temple. You laugh and I should've stopped to take your picture. Hair tainted red by the umbrella, eyes reflecting the grey of the clouds, hands that were as warm as sky blue.
If time spent without you could be a color, it would be ugly. My friends, who would curse at the rain, scoff at the bright seams of the grey clouds. We only knew want. A hunger for things that were less than elegant. They took their bikes out, we were to meet outside a store. Steal some alcohol, cigarettes, whatever. It was cheap thrill. The alarms went off, we weren't discreet enough. The police came. I saw as they took off, handcuffs placed around my arms. My parents came and they let me off with a warning. I was grounded. I woke up to a balloon tied by my bedroom window. I knew it was you. I opened the sill and took it in. It had a heart on it. It dangled beautifully in my room. The balloon was sky blue.
I always joked that I was bad influence. But deep down I meant it. And I wanted to keep you safe from all the ugliness the world had in store. But you hold my hand anyway, and lead me into an old cafe. It wasn't much, the food was only nearing decent. Shelves dusted with antique neglect. But then again, I could never notice. Everything was sky blue with you. We ate, ankles touching under the tables, eyes meeting. You told me I wasn't a bad person. That I just couldn't tell the difference yet. I knew you could. You knew the difference between urgent adolescence and real purpose. I realized I never needed to keep you safe. It was you who saved me.
We made love one night. There was nothing particularly special about that night. But we both sensed the urgency in the air. I made a mark on your collarbone. It grew into a bruising purple. I saw it flower from the creamy expense of your skin. It was beautiful. And more blossomed to form a trail down to your hip. You bit your lip; shaky breath. And I was mesmerized. We made love, in the bareness of my cold room. It wasn't ideal, the rough sheets were hardly romantic. But you loved me anyways. I held your hand tight, afraid that god might realize my imperfections and take his angel away. You had your other hand weaved into my hair. It didn't feel real. None of it. But then you said my name, just as I had said yours; a hushed whisper strained with want. I heard it slip past your reddened lips, in an unfamiliar huskiness. The world exploded into a spectrum. And I swore I could never feel complete again without you. I had you in my arms. You said you'd love me forever. And for once I believed. I had faith in the words of a fallen angel. You could say I'm selfish. Somehow I knew it was only right to leave you unscathed, untouched, unexposed to the secret sins of the world. But you were that piece of heaven that I wasn't about to let go. The closest to nirvana I could get. Surely I didn't deserve you. But here you were, hand in mine, head against the thumping of my chest. My dank room was dusted with a lovely shade of sky blue.
Rainy days were your favorite. And soon, they became my refuge. But today we didn't sit out on the porch to watch the rain from a dry distance. You were curled up against my chest. We were under the sheets. You caught a cold. You balled up against me, your hands icy. It was just a cold. But I was scared. I never wanted to feel you run cold against me. Your lips were pale and I thought of the lilies. We were going to be temporary like them, it was inevitable. I held you closer, feeling the fever burn my skin. "Daehyunnie... I love you..." you said drowsily. It must have been the cough syrup. "Only you... Forever..." you closed your eyes and I listened for your breathing. I was still unaccustomed to god's generosity, but us... The two of us. We weren't a mistake were we? I nodded and kissed your scalded forehead and decided that I didn't like the way you talked when you were sick. It scared me. It made me think that we didn't have much time left. Then again you believed in the afterlife. But you didn't understand. No matter how much you prayed for me I couldn't go where you were heading. You're beautiful. God favored you. And I was the child abandoned in the well, looking up at a limited sky. But I needed you now. I needed you to feel, feel for the world around me. A world beyond that circle of clouds and vast blue. Feel whole again, complete, worthy, worthwhile. More than just a fool chasing after a passing raincloud. You put a film over my eyes and allowed me to see perfection. So I kiss your fevered skin and hope that that would lift the pain off your sore bones. I whisper 'i love you's by your ears. Make you laugh, call me an idiot; make you forget all pain, suffering. I'll take care of you, youngjae.
You got better, just like you said you would. Because after cloudy days the sun would always appear. To warm our skin and leave a tanned strip on your nose bridge. But then the rain would come too. Join the party it was never invited to. The rain had feelings too, sad feelings mostly. I learnt that from you. The rain beat the heat from the ground and it rose as questionable vapors from the earth. The heat felt feverish, it didn't feel nice. But you said the rain reminded you of me. I helped you with your fever, got it out of your system. With my kisses like falling rain. You painted a pretty picture out of plainness. You always did. And I was often the subject of your artistry. You'd look at me, studying my features again and again, brushing your fingers gently over my eyelids; cheeks; lips. And you'd stop there. And I'd kiss you tenderly and never let you go. You never saw how beautiful you were. Only the pallid beauty in others.
The sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell on your face, draping it with a veil. You close your eyes and smile. No one smiled like you did on a rainy day. You tightened your grip on my hand. You looked like an angel. And I wondered how much time you had left on earth before your wings grew strong again and you could fly away. Away from me. But until then you were my angel. My angel that painted the world sky blue and cheered the rain. I laced my fingers in with yours and watched the puddle collect by the steps, reflecting the redness of that umbrella by our feet. I fell for you on a rainy day. And under the galvanized roof, surrounded by vulgar slaps of the rain against metal, I was sure. Maybe we could get married one day, with the little red umbrella as our witness. I'll take you to my hometown to watch the waves lick at the stone pebbles on the shore. We'll go to that little place that I told you about, the one with the best pastries in the world. We'll dance, feet against parquet, your head on my shoulder. And on evenings we could lie in bed and talk about our future and feel like we're young again, scratchy sheets beneath our bare bodies and my lips against your heated flesh.
But now we're young, and my dreams are as fleeting as the falling rain. But I'm sure of one thing- that my world is sky blue.
Youngjae... I love you...
Only you... Forever-
Pairing: Daejae
Rating: PG-17
Type: One Shot
Genre: Romance
A/N: Nobody died...
[{Part of- Of Angels (3 stories about intermediaries)}]
❊❊❊
I fell for you on a rainy day. What was it about you that made the world sky blue?
I crossed the street in the rain to live in your world-
I fell for you on a rainy day. Our umbrellas were tangled. I peered from under the mangled shelter and saw your smile. No one smiled like you did on a rainy day. I told myself this wasn't real. It was as temporary as a passing shower. I smiled back, whispered a shy sorry. Maybe; maybe the second time I would be sure.
The second time was pure coincidence, or so I reminded myself. It was raining again. Your red umbrella peeking from the grey crowd. You looked contented under that small makeshift shelter. The rain did nothing to dampen your spirits, your eyes bright. I turned to cross the next street. The second time didn't count. You didn't see me.
People say third time's a pattern. But you weren't so simple. You were a break in a cycle. One that I tried so hard to create. The sun was out. I liked how it danced off your skin. Your blonde hair reflecting the sun's smile. I subconsciously adjusted my uniform and tugged the sleeves over my bruises. You weren't to see me like this. I wasn't at my best. Then again, I never was. Next time. Next time would be best. I left hello for the next time we met.
If once was chance, the second a coincidence, third time a pattern, then what makes the fourth? I was with my friends. We threw beer bottles from the top floor of the building. Down to the city. The glass shattered, like sharp distillation. We were young. We didn't care. Not for the people that might have chanced by, not for anyone but ourselves. The police came. And we scattered. I ran as far as I could, to any alley that would accept me and hold me close. I sat, tracing the crevices with my fingers. It started raining. My shirt stuck to my chest. My mind diluted by the rain. But then you came. Red umbrella peeking from the corner. Your worried smile, the tilt of your head. Your voice soothed the alley, "Are you okay?" you stood over me, umbrella over both our heads. All I could do was nod dumbly. I was. I was. I was, now that you're here.
Youngjae.
That was your name. You told me. And right then I was sure no one smiled like you did. Not on a rainy day. What makes the fourth, then? The fourth time was magic. I was sure I had fallen for you on a rainy day.
You were different from the others. The way you smiled, the way you stood, head in the clouds. You were different. The way you spoke, the way you saw the world. Everything was-
"Sky blue..." those words, so familiar, yet they puzzle me. "Daehyunnie, today is sky blue." At first I didn't understand what you meant. The sky was grey, rain pounding frantically on the hot roads. But I nodded anyways, and held you close. You kissed me, under that red umbrella. Right then I knew what it was like for the world to be sky blue. I crossed the street in the rain to live in your world.
We'd often go out when it was raining. To see the raindrops bounce off the ground and form lilies above the tar. You told me about them. You always made the world seen more poetic than it was. I told you I would pick the lilies for you if I could. If only they weren't so temporary. You shook your head and chuckled. You didn't understand. I really would, if only I could. But right now you'd just have to settle for this kiss. The one I planted on your temple. You laugh and I should've stopped to take your picture. Hair tainted red by the umbrella, eyes reflecting the grey of the clouds, hands that were as warm as sky blue.
If time spent without you could be a color, it would be ugly. My friends, who would curse at the rain, scoff at the bright seams of the grey clouds. We only knew want. A hunger for things that were less than elegant. They took their bikes out, we were to meet outside a store. Steal some alcohol, cigarettes, whatever. It was cheap thrill. The alarms went off, we weren't discreet enough. The police came. I saw as they took off, handcuffs placed around my arms. My parents came and they let me off with a warning. I was grounded. I woke up to a balloon tied by my bedroom window. I knew it was you. I opened the sill and took it in. It had a heart on it. It dangled beautifully in my room. The balloon was sky blue.
I always joked that I was bad influence. But deep down I meant it. And I wanted to keep you safe from all the ugliness the world had in store. But you hold my hand anyway, and lead me into an old cafe. It wasn't much, the food was only nearing decent. Shelves dusted with antique neglect. But then again, I could never notice. Everything was sky blue with you. We ate, ankles touching under the tables, eyes meeting. You told me I wasn't a bad person. That I just couldn't tell the difference yet. I knew you could. You knew the difference between urgent adolescence and real purpose. I realized I never needed to keep you safe. It was you who saved me.
We made love one night. There was nothing particularly special about that night. But we both sensed the urgency in the air. I made a mark on your collarbone. It grew into a bruising purple. I saw it flower from the creamy expense of your skin. It was beautiful. And more blossomed to form a trail down to your hip. You bit your lip; shaky breath. And I was mesmerized. We made love, in the bareness of my cold room. It wasn't ideal, the rough sheets were hardly romantic. But you loved me anyways. I held your hand tight, afraid that god might realize my imperfections and take his angel away. You had your other hand weaved into my hair. It didn't feel real. None of it. But then you said my name, just as I had said yours; a hushed whisper strained with want. I heard it slip past your reddened lips, in an unfamiliar huskiness. The world exploded into a spectrum. And I swore I could never feel complete again without you. I had you in my arms. You said you'd love me forever. And for once I believed. I had faith in the words of a fallen angel. You could say I'm selfish. Somehow I knew it was only right to leave you unscathed, untouched, unexposed to the secret sins of the world. But you were that piece of heaven that I wasn't about to let go. The closest to nirvana I could get. Surely I didn't deserve you. But here you were, hand in mine, head against the thumping of my chest. My dank room was dusted with a lovely shade of sky blue.
Rainy days were your favorite. And soon, they became my refuge. But today we didn't sit out on the porch to watch the rain from a dry distance. You were curled up against my chest. We were under the sheets. You caught a cold. You balled up against me, your hands icy. It was just a cold. But I was scared. I never wanted to feel you run cold against me. Your lips were pale and I thought of the lilies. We were going to be temporary like them, it was inevitable. I held you closer, feeling the fever burn my skin. "Daehyunnie... I love you..." you said drowsily. It must have been the cough syrup. "Only you... Forever..." you closed your eyes and I listened for your breathing. I was still unaccustomed to god's generosity, but us... The two of us. We weren't a mistake were we? I nodded and kissed your scalded forehead and decided that I didn't like the way you talked when you were sick. It scared me. It made me think that we didn't have much time left. Then again you believed in the afterlife. But you didn't understand. No matter how much you prayed for me I couldn't go where you were heading. You're beautiful. God favored you. And I was the child abandoned in the well, looking up at a limited sky. But I needed you now. I needed you to feel, feel for the world around me. A world beyond that circle of clouds and vast blue. Feel whole again, complete, worthy, worthwhile. More than just a fool chasing after a passing raincloud. You put a film over my eyes and allowed me to see perfection. So I kiss your fevered skin and hope that that would lift the pain off your sore bones. I whisper 'i love you's by your ears. Make you laugh, call me an idiot; make you forget all pain, suffering. I'll take care of you, youngjae.
You got better, just like you said you would. Because after cloudy days the sun would always appear. To warm our skin and leave a tanned strip on your nose bridge. But then the rain would come too. Join the party it was never invited to. The rain had feelings too, sad feelings mostly. I learnt that from you. The rain beat the heat from the ground and it rose as questionable vapors from the earth. The heat felt feverish, it didn't feel nice. But you said the rain reminded you of me. I helped you with your fever, got it out of your system. With my kisses like falling rain. You painted a pretty picture out of plainness. You always did. And I was often the subject of your artistry. You'd look at me, studying my features again and again, brushing your fingers gently over my eyelids; cheeks; lips. And you'd stop there. And I'd kiss you tenderly and never let you go. You never saw how beautiful you were. Only the pallid beauty in others.
The sunlight filtered through the clouds and fell on your face, draping it with a veil. You close your eyes and smile. No one smiled like you did on a rainy day. You tightened your grip on my hand. You looked like an angel. And I wondered how much time you had left on earth before your wings grew strong again and you could fly away. Away from me. But until then you were my angel. My angel that painted the world sky blue and cheered the rain. I laced my fingers in with yours and watched the puddle collect by the steps, reflecting the redness of that umbrella by our feet. I fell for you on a rainy day. And under the galvanized roof, surrounded by vulgar slaps of the rain against metal, I was sure. Maybe we could get married one day, with the little red umbrella as our witness. I'll take you to my hometown to watch the waves lick at the stone pebbles on the shore. We'll go to that little place that I told you about, the one with the best pastries in the world. We'll dance, feet against parquet, your head on my shoulder. And on evenings we could lie in bed and talk about our future and feel like we're young again, scratchy sheets beneath our bare bodies and my lips against your heated flesh.
But now we're young, and my dreams are as fleeting as the falling rain. But I'm sure of one thing- that my world is sky blue.
Youngjae... I love you...
Only you... Forever-