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fibres February 7 2013, 11:39:44 UTC
hi jade. i kind of never want to look at this fic ever again. not edited at all. sorry, i'll be spamming you for a bit. :c

when the weight of dreams becomes too much; pre-slash Kris/Chen, ~3k, PG, AU.

His door bell rings at twelve past eleven. Jongdae looks up from his book in alarm - it’s nighttime on a Wednesday, and all the people who know where he lives should be tucked safely in bed, dreading the next work day.

The bell rings again, with another quickly following. Jongdae trips on his sheets as he runs out, and he has to brace himself on his nightstand. “Damnit. Who the fuck is it, this late at night?” There is little he can do besides answer the door, and if the person ringing the bell is someone he knows, Jongdae is utterly willing to yell until his ears ring, as a form of punishment for making his ears ring. The bell sound isn’t one that he likes, but he puts up with it because he doesn’t know how to change it ( ... )

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fibres February 7 2013, 11:41:08 UTC
The slight rustling in the corner of his eyes draws Jongdae’s attention, and he looks up to find Yifan taking off his jacket and pushing up his sleeves. “What are you doing?” he asks curiously. Yifan never shows his arms ( ... )

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fibres February 7 2013, 11:42:26 UTC
A quick glance up, and Jongdae is reaching out, one hand to wrap around a wrist and the other to explore. He’s fascinated. No one around him owns tattoos, and so he’s never had the chance to fully discover what it’s like to have one’s body marked so permanently. He thought the thick bands of black would feel different from the rest of Yifan’s skin, but that’s not quite true - when he traces the designs, the skin feels no different, just as warm and smooth and covered with fine hair as the unmarked areas. When Jongdae’s finger reaches the hourglass, Yifan jumps a little, so slight as to be almost imperceptible if Jongdae hadn’t been touching him. He pretends he didn’t notice, and quickly moves to follow the red line running up into the blue of Yifan’s shirtsleeve; Yifan draws away at that, right when Jongdae is about to push the sleeve up further ( ... )

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fibres February 7 2013, 11:43:46 UTC
“But then I reached Montreal. I ran away when the week I turned 18, and by the time I reached Montreal, it’d been almost a year to the day since I first crawled out my window in Vancouver. The sun was shining, the city was beautiful, and I thought I couldn’t be happier, since I’d just applied for a visa to enter the United States and the person in charge said there was a high chance of me being approved. But I was new, barely two days into the city, and I didn’t know my way around - I got lost when I turned into the wrong alleyway. The next thing I remember is waking up in a basement, my arm throbbing. I was tattooed for the first time that day.” Yifan pushes his left sleeve up a little, to show Jongdae the tiny x inked into the crook of his elbow. After four years, it looks almost faded compared to the bold black and red and blue of his other marks ( ... )

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keuriwoseo February 8 2013, 10:23:43 UTC
i'm not sure if this is what you meant by a journey aaaand it's really weird OTL but i hope you like this~?

dreamscape (jaeseop/yoonji)

take a step forward. soft, powdery grains of sand engulf her bare feet with each careless step; they're warm and soothing, reminding her of a place. somewhere far away, where there are hot rays of sunlight shining down upon exposed skin, crystal blue waters and an uneven expanse of sand as far as the eye can see.

his fingers are wrapped around hers, sticky with heat and the remains of the ice-cream they had shared. the notes of their laughter weave together to form a beautiful melody, tinged with sunshine and salt. she can't remember the last time she'd smiled.ah yes, beach, that's the word for it. she thinks that she might forget how to form sentences, string together words even in her mind because in this place, there is no need for such... things. it's frightening, really, how the memories are beginning to slip away from her like the sand through her toes. she sighs and continues moving on, ( ... )

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keuriwoseo February 8 2013, 10:23:58 UTC
another step. the bitterness of disappointment and regret is heavy on her tongue. there's something hot and wet running down her face, the ache in her chest throbs harder. fall forward, sand grains rough against her palms and cheeks. the memories, the horrible memories are all coming back to her now.

they're covered in dirt and sweat. fingers still entwined together, only this time, they are running. the fire surges after them, creeping across grass and leaping from one tree branch to another. it's the fifth dream- or is it the tenth? and they can't die, can't have such an abrupt end to their journey. she chokes down a breath and squeezes his hand a little harder.

crying. that's the word for it. the shedding of tears as the body's response to one's emotional state. the somber glow of the sky tints her tears purple; liquid amethyst streaking clean tracks through the dirt on her face. quiet sobs, slight frame sprawled into the blanket of sand.

he's a human inferno, consumed by bright flames and dancing sparks that crawl up the sides ( ... )

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pearlfuchsia February 8 2013, 23:12:51 UTC
ohmygooooooooood you wrote jaeseop/yoonji ヽ(;▽;)ノ ♥♥♥

adklshdkfhajkgf I really love this ;~~; it's so beautiful and heartbreaking and angsty UGH
jaeseooooop ;A; I cry for him and yoonji huhu
her remaining memories of him T____T

and I really like your interpretation of 'journeys' with the dream hopping concept~ creative!
thank you so much for this ♡ (*´▽`*)

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keuriwoseo February 10 2013, 17:24:13 UTC
wanted to try writing a new pairing heh i'm glad you like it! ^^ (i was afraid the dream-hopping concept might be kinda confusing otl)
^♥^

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