the boy who leapt through time.
the boy who leapt through time.
timeleap!au
pairing: junho/doojoon
rating: g
wordcount: 2000~
a/n: veeeery loosely based on that anime movie, the girl who leapt through time (時をかける少女). great movie; watch it!
the first time it happens junho doesn't really notice. he's having fun in gym class and it’s his turn at the long jump. wooyoung gives him a playful shove and he lets out a laugh, pushing back softly on the balls of his feet before getting ready to run. he takes a deep breath and launches himself forward, closing his eyes as he hurtles through air. he makes a miscalculation and lands in the sand, not on his feet but on his knees, scraping the skin and making him wince.
but when he opens his eyes, he's at the back of the line again.
junho is briefly confused and checks his knee for any cuts. the skin is clean and smooth, perfectly untouched. wooyoung shoves him again, urging him to hurry up so he just shrugs it off and has another turn.
♫
"junho!"
junho turns around at the sound of his name and almost falls over as someone tackles him. he doesn't even need to guess who it is. he regains his balance and gives his attacker a good natured shove. "doojoonnie, baseball practice over?"
"aw man, you'll never guess what happened in class," doojoon says, falling into step beside him. he absentmindedly tosses a baseball from one hand to another as he talks. "yoseob, the little kid i told you about last time? he bleached his hair! just showed up in school all blonde and man, were the teachers pissed."
"no shit!" junho whistles appreciatively. "i would love to have seen that." he cocks his head at doojoon and squints his eyes. "now, how would you look blonde?" he reaches out to grab doojoon's hat but doojoon, an athlete with fast reflexes, ducks just in time. the ball slips out of doojoon's grasp and rolls down the street.
"whoops." without looking down the street, doojoon instinctively runs to get the ball.
its then that junho notices the car. the black car sleek and beautiful and junho pegs it as one of the newest models from bmw and oh shit, it's heading straight for-
"doojoon!" junho leaps and tries to push doojoon away but it’s too late. the whole world starts to spin and he hears a horrifying crash. junho squeezes his eyes shut, imagining blood and gore and god, he can't even think about it.
"junho? junho?" junho opens his eyes as someone shakes him, calling his name. doojoon is staring at him, eyes wide and entirely alive.
"you're okay!" junho cries and pulls doojoon into a hug. he moves his hands across doojoon’s back, feeling the grooves of his spine. “you’re in one piece!”
"um, yes? should i not be?" doojoon asks, confused at the sudden skinship. he struggles free and holds junho at arm’s reach.
the adrenaline dies down and junho suddenly feels very, very tired. he presses his fist to his chest as he struggles to steady his ragged breath. "what just happened."
doojoon looks at him weirdly. with one hand, he tosses the baseball into the air and catches it. "i was telling you about school. and you just collapsed to the ground."
"but- you- car?" junho gestures around frantically and looks around for any signs of the car crash. the streets are completely clean, no shattered glass, no blood stains, nothing. he widens his eyes and breathes out, "i saw you. get hit."
doojoon frowns, obviously concerned. "are you alright?" he places a hand on junho's arm, afraid that he may collapse again any second.
no. but junho nods slowly and manages a weak smile.
♫
later at night he stays in bed and tries to fall asleep.
its sometime past three when he jolts awake, gasping and covered in sweat and maybe, just maybe, he thinks he has an idea of what’s happening.
throwing a baseball to flick on the light switch (it hits the target, score!), junho frantically rummages through the drawers and finally finds what he's searching for. he holds it up and watches the light catch the blade of the penknife. it's probably an extremely stupid thing to do, but so what, he's feeling reckless. holding his breath, he lightly presses and pulls the knife across the back of his wrist, hissing in pain as the sharp blade draws blood.
junho watches the cut with an almost morbid fascination until the fresh red blood turns dark and finally hardens into a scab.
then he goes out of his room and looks out at the dark hallway, contemplating for onetwothree seconds before deciding to do it. is he suicidal? that’s his last thought as he throws himself off the stairs. he lands harder than he expects to -maybe he should've chosen a lower launching point- and he winces once or twice, but pain doesn't matter; not right now.
junho touches a hesitant hand to the back of his wrist, searching for the hard, uneven bumps of the scab. it isn't there anymore.
his eyes widen as he realizes his theory came true. he can leap through time.
♫
with a realization as big as that, how can anyone sleep? junho sneaks out of his room and walks around aimlessly to clear his mind. it isn't until he trips over something that he snaps out of his thoughts. he kicks the offending bench and notes that he ended up at the playground without noticing. there is one thought that keeps bothering him, an idea he played with...
if he can move back in time by jumping forward, maybe- ?
clambering up to the top of the slide (he doesn't really want to go that far into the future... and he doesn't want to end up with anything more than a broken arm), he sits on the railing, closes his eyes and lets himself fall backwards.
this time, he's fortunate enough to fall into a bush. but still, it’s a bush with pointy stems and prickly leaves, so it still hurts. a lot. junho brushes off the dries leaves sticking to him and makes a mental note to figure out how to land in more comfortable places. like the bedroom of lee hyori.
"yo, junho! found the ball yet?"
what ball? junho furrows his forehead and looks around. it takes him all of three seconds to realize that this is an unfamiliar situation.
junho grins. yes.
♫
they're hanging out in doojoon's room after school, playing video games because doojoon has the cool new wii and junho doesn't.
"i'm gonna win for sure," junho says confidently, the smug smile betraying the fact that he knows something doojoon doesn't. he's been abusing his newfound power lately, for the stupidest reasons. sometimes he sits down to do his homework, but ends up taking a short cut by jumping to the future where his homework has already been completed. sometimes he spends 5 hours straight playing call of duty, and rolls back to the past to catch up on his beauty sleep. once he time leaps once into the future and once back, just so he could learn the answers to a radio quiz and win free tickets to watch the ever amazing park jinyoung in concert. quite frankly, junho can't really grasp the concept of time anymore. is it today? tomorrow? is it friday? monday? he loses track of dates, loses track of time, but it doesn't really matter to him, he thinks. no big deal.
"can i ask you a question?" doojoon says, eyes never leaving the screen.
"sure!" junho punches the buttons on the control furiously and swings it around, trying to get his car to do that combo and speed up. his car bumps doojoon's car hard but doojoon is much better (it is his console, after all. doojoon can practice, junho cannot) and steadies his car almost immediately.
"can you time leap?" doojoon asks with a tilt of his head.
"i-" junho pauses, taken off guard. he turns his head away from the screen and his car crashes into the side, bursting into flames. "is that what this is?"
doojoon nods and says softly, "i figured. there are signs." game over flashes on the screen. player 1 wins in big obnoxious letters. it is ignored.
junho wrinkles his nose, trying to let everything sink in. "wait, you can do it too?"
"i can't, but my grandmother tells me stories of people who can. she's from the future, she says. i only half-believed her until all these things started happening around you. i pieced together the recent events and..." doojoon stares down at the controller and shrugs.
"tell me about it."
♫
junho should have seen the signs, seen the little things that hinted at this; would have if he isn't usually oblivious to even the most glaringly obvious hints.
doojoon is restless, looking around, fiddling with the zip on his jacket. finally he looks him in the eye and says a few words, rushed and soft.
junho shakes his head. he can't hear, the words carried off by the wind, "what?"
"i said i think i like you."
junho freezes and blinks. then he turns on his heels and runs, ignoring doojoon who's shouting his name. only when he's jumped off the cliff and safely in the past (way, way back in the past) does he breathe normally again.
♫
he avoids doojoon like the plague.
the worst thing is, doojoon doesn't even know what’s going on. but he's a smart guy and he's sort of figured out that it’s something he did (or rather, will do) that's bothering junho. it still hurts though, and doojoon can't help but adopt a kicked puppy expression around junho.
doojoon tries nevertheless. he approaches junho at school, calls his cell, rings his doorbell and almost tears down his door. junho mutters excuses, rejects the calls, runs and hides.
with doojoon's absence, junho feels almost empty. doojoon is his best friend, has been since doojoon beat up that shindong kid who tried to pick on him in kindergarten.
doojoon is handsome, in the rugged model kind of way. he's the star football player and a mean debater. he isn't pretty, isn't weak, isn't remotely feminine, exactly the opposite of junho. he may never admit it, but junho lives his dreams through doojoon.
so he needs-
♫
junho can no longer tell if he's in the past or the future. sometimes he forgets and jumps and ends up in the past, blowing at a scratch from the tumble.
"do you have a girlfriend?" wooyoung asks one day when they're playing that game, the one with the monkeys and guns and- what are they playing again?
"you're my girlfriend," junho deadpans. he wrinkles his nose. "of course not! if i had one, i wouldn't be hanging out with you."
"then do you have a boyfriend?" wooyoung lets out a cackle of a laugh and becomes intimate with the sole of junho's shoe.
♫
it takes two weeks for junho to crack. two weeks too long.
junho finally gives up on all that denying and runs around town like a mad man, trying to search for that one boy. three accidental trips to the future and one to the past later, junho finds himself on the roof of their school with heavy breath, staring at the silhouette of doojoon's back.
he sneaks up to doojoon as quietly as he can and whispers his name. "doojoon." as soon as the other boy turns his head, junho pulls doojoon forward and mashes his lips against his.
when they finally fall apart, junho's mind is completely blank and his lungs almost empty of oxygen.
"you idiot," doojoon says without any real malice. "finally?"
"i'm an idiot," junho agrees happily.
"i love you anyway," doojoon says automatically. then he stops and cocks his head, worrying that it's too fast and too cheesy. "you're not going to run back in time again... are you?"
"will you hold on for a second?" junho holds up a hand and asks. without waiting for an answer, he jumps down to the roof of the next building.
this time, it isn't to escape. he just wants to listen to that confession one more time.
fin :)
a/n: junho/doojoon is my ultimate otp right now, and i just wanted to fic them in any possible way.
timeleap!au
pairing: junho/doojoon
rating: g
wordcount: 2000~
a/n: veeeery loosely based on that anime movie, the girl who leapt through time (時をかける少女). great movie; watch it!
the first time it happens junho doesn't really notice. he's having fun in gym class and it’s his turn at the long jump. wooyoung gives him a playful shove and he lets out a laugh, pushing back softly on the balls of his feet before getting ready to run. he takes a deep breath and launches himself forward, closing his eyes as he hurtles through air. he makes a miscalculation and lands in the sand, not on his feet but on his knees, scraping the skin and making him wince.
but when he opens his eyes, he's at the back of the line again.
junho is briefly confused and checks his knee for any cuts. the skin is clean and smooth, perfectly untouched. wooyoung shoves him again, urging him to hurry up so he just shrugs it off and has another turn.
♫
"junho!"
junho turns around at the sound of his name and almost falls over as someone tackles him. he doesn't even need to guess who it is. he regains his balance and gives his attacker a good natured shove. "doojoonnie, baseball practice over?"
"aw man, you'll never guess what happened in class," doojoon says, falling into step beside him. he absentmindedly tosses a baseball from one hand to another as he talks. "yoseob, the little kid i told you about last time? he bleached his hair! just showed up in school all blonde and man, were the teachers pissed."
"no shit!" junho whistles appreciatively. "i would love to have seen that." he cocks his head at doojoon and squints his eyes. "now, how would you look blonde?" he reaches out to grab doojoon's hat but doojoon, an athlete with fast reflexes, ducks just in time. the ball slips out of doojoon's grasp and rolls down the street.
"whoops." without looking down the street, doojoon instinctively runs to get the ball.
its then that junho notices the car. the black car sleek and beautiful and junho pegs it as one of the newest models from bmw and oh shit, it's heading straight for-
"doojoon!" junho leaps and tries to push doojoon away but it’s too late. the whole world starts to spin and he hears a horrifying crash. junho squeezes his eyes shut, imagining blood and gore and god, he can't even think about it.
"junho? junho?" junho opens his eyes as someone shakes him, calling his name. doojoon is staring at him, eyes wide and entirely alive.
"you're okay!" junho cries and pulls doojoon into a hug. he moves his hands across doojoon’s back, feeling the grooves of his spine. “you’re in one piece!”
"um, yes? should i not be?" doojoon asks, confused at the sudden skinship. he struggles free and holds junho at arm’s reach.
the adrenaline dies down and junho suddenly feels very, very tired. he presses his fist to his chest as he struggles to steady his ragged breath. "what just happened."
doojoon looks at him weirdly. with one hand, he tosses the baseball into the air and catches it. "i was telling you about school. and you just collapsed to the ground."
"but- you- car?" junho gestures around frantically and looks around for any signs of the car crash. the streets are completely clean, no shattered glass, no blood stains, nothing. he widens his eyes and breathes out, "i saw you. get hit."
doojoon frowns, obviously concerned. "are you alright?" he places a hand on junho's arm, afraid that he may collapse again any second.
no. but junho nods slowly and manages a weak smile.
♫
later at night he stays in bed and tries to fall asleep.
its sometime past three when he jolts awake, gasping and covered in sweat and maybe, just maybe, he thinks he has an idea of what’s happening.
throwing a baseball to flick on the light switch (it hits the target, score!), junho frantically rummages through the drawers and finally finds what he's searching for. he holds it up and watches the light catch the blade of the penknife. it's probably an extremely stupid thing to do, but so what, he's feeling reckless. holding his breath, he lightly presses and pulls the knife across the back of his wrist, hissing in pain as the sharp blade draws blood.
junho watches the cut with an almost morbid fascination until the fresh red blood turns dark and finally hardens into a scab.
then he goes out of his room and looks out at the dark hallway, contemplating for onetwothree seconds before deciding to do it. is he suicidal? that’s his last thought as he throws himself off the stairs. he lands harder than he expects to -maybe he should've chosen a lower launching point- and he winces once or twice, but pain doesn't matter; not right now.
junho touches a hesitant hand to the back of his wrist, searching for the hard, uneven bumps of the scab. it isn't there anymore.
his eyes widen as he realizes his theory came true. he can leap through time.
♫
with a realization as big as that, how can anyone sleep? junho sneaks out of his room and walks around aimlessly to clear his mind. it isn't until he trips over something that he snaps out of his thoughts. he kicks the offending bench and notes that he ended up at the playground without noticing. there is one thought that keeps bothering him, an idea he played with...
if he can move back in time by jumping forward, maybe- ?
clambering up to the top of the slide (he doesn't really want to go that far into the future... and he doesn't want to end up with anything more than a broken arm), he sits on the railing, closes his eyes and lets himself fall backwards.
this time, he's fortunate enough to fall into a bush. but still, it’s a bush with pointy stems and prickly leaves, so it still hurts. a lot. junho brushes off the dries leaves sticking to him and makes a mental note to figure out how to land in more comfortable places. like the bedroom of lee hyori.
"yo, junho! found the ball yet?"
what ball? junho furrows his forehead and looks around. it takes him all of three seconds to realize that this is an unfamiliar situation.
junho grins. yes.
♫
they're hanging out in doojoon's room after school, playing video games because doojoon has the cool new wii and junho doesn't.
"i'm gonna win for sure," junho says confidently, the smug smile betraying the fact that he knows something doojoon doesn't. he's been abusing his newfound power lately, for the stupidest reasons. sometimes he sits down to do his homework, but ends up taking a short cut by jumping to the future where his homework has already been completed. sometimes he spends 5 hours straight playing call of duty, and rolls back to the past to catch up on his beauty sleep. once he time leaps once into the future and once back, just so he could learn the answers to a radio quiz and win free tickets to watch the ever amazing park jinyoung in concert. quite frankly, junho can't really grasp the concept of time anymore. is it today? tomorrow? is it friday? monday? he loses track of dates, loses track of time, but it doesn't really matter to him, he thinks. no big deal.
"can i ask you a question?" doojoon says, eyes never leaving the screen.
"sure!" junho punches the buttons on the control furiously and swings it around, trying to get his car to do that combo and speed up. his car bumps doojoon's car hard but doojoon is much better (it is his console, after all. doojoon can practice, junho cannot) and steadies his car almost immediately.
"can you time leap?" doojoon asks with a tilt of his head.
"i-" junho pauses, taken off guard. he turns his head away from the screen and his car crashes into the side, bursting into flames. "is that what this is?"
doojoon nods and says softly, "i figured. there are signs." game over flashes on the screen. player 1 wins in big obnoxious letters. it is ignored.
junho wrinkles his nose, trying to let everything sink in. "wait, you can do it too?"
"i can't, but my grandmother tells me stories of people who can. she's from the future, she says. i only half-believed her until all these things started happening around you. i pieced together the recent events and..." doojoon stares down at the controller and shrugs.
"tell me about it."
♫
junho should have seen the signs, seen the little things that hinted at this; would have if he isn't usually oblivious to even the most glaringly obvious hints.
doojoon is restless, looking around, fiddling with the zip on his jacket. finally he looks him in the eye and says a few words, rushed and soft.
junho shakes his head. he can't hear, the words carried off by the wind, "what?"
"i said i think i like you."
junho freezes and blinks. then he turns on his heels and runs, ignoring doojoon who's shouting his name. only when he's jumped off the cliff and safely in the past (way, way back in the past) does he breathe normally again.
♫
he avoids doojoon like the plague.
the worst thing is, doojoon doesn't even know what’s going on. but he's a smart guy and he's sort of figured out that it’s something he did (or rather, will do) that's bothering junho. it still hurts though, and doojoon can't help but adopt a kicked puppy expression around junho.
doojoon tries nevertheless. he approaches junho at school, calls his cell, rings his doorbell and almost tears down his door. junho mutters excuses, rejects the calls, runs and hides.
with doojoon's absence, junho feels almost empty. doojoon is his best friend, has been since doojoon beat up that shindong kid who tried to pick on him in kindergarten.
doojoon is handsome, in the rugged model kind of way. he's the star football player and a mean debater. he isn't pretty, isn't weak, isn't remotely feminine, exactly the opposite of junho. he may never admit it, but junho lives his dreams through doojoon.
so he needs-
♫
junho can no longer tell if he's in the past or the future. sometimes he forgets and jumps and ends up in the past, blowing at a scratch from the tumble.
"do you have a girlfriend?" wooyoung asks one day when they're playing that game, the one with the monkeys and guns and- what are they playing again?
"you're my girlfriend," junho deadpans. he wrinkles his nose. "of course not! if i had one, i wouldn't be hanging out with you."
"then do you have a boyfriend?" wooyoung lets out a cackle of a laugh and becomes intimate with the sole of junho's shoe.
♫
it takes two weeks for junho to crack. two weeks too long.
junho finally gives up on all that denying and runs around town like a mad man, trying to search for that one boy. three accidental trips to the future and one to the past later, junho finds himself on the roof of their school with heavy breath, staring at the silhouette of doojoon's back.
he sneaks up to doojoon as quietly as he can and whispers his name. "doojoon." as soon as the other boy turns his head, junho pulls doojoon forward and mashes his lips against his.
when they finally fall apart, junho's mind is completely blank and his lungs almost empty of oxygen.
"you idiot," doojoon says without any real malice. "finally?"
"i'm an idiot," junho agrees happily.
"i love you anyway," doojoon says automatically. then he stops and cocks his head, worrying that it's too fast and too cheesy. "you're not going to run back in time again... are you?"
"will you hold on for a second?" junho holds up a hand and asks. without waiting for an answer, he jumps down to the roof of the next building.
this time, it isn't to escape. he just wants to listen to that confession one more time.
fin :)
a/n: junho/doojoon is my ultimate otp right now, and i just wanted to fic them in any possible way.