Never Coming Home 3/8
Title: Never Coming Home
Fandom: U-kiss
Summary: The fighting between North Korea and South Korea's starting up again and everyone's rushing to help.
Kevin’s eyes snap open. The angry blaring noise of the alarms is deafening and overpowers the confused screams and cries of everyone in the room. The room shakes and bits of plaster fall like snow on his head. He doesn’t know what’s happening, all he knows is that everyone’s priority is to get the hell out.
So he scrambles to his feet, stunned by a momentary dizzy spell before stumbling forward. The ground shudders underneath him and a hand latches onto his arm. He looks over, confused, and sees it’s Kiseop that’s found him in the commotion.
“Let’s get the hell out,” Kiseop says as he drags Kevin towards the door. Kiseop’s the only person he recognizes in the dim light, panic and worry flooding through him as he realizes that his other friends are nowhere to be found. If something bad’s happening, then they’d better get out too.
They race down the hall together. They’re on the third floor and the stairs are packed with people rushing to get out. Kiseop pulls Kevin with him into the frenzy and they’re down the stairs in the blink of an eye, rushing down another hallway to the next flight. Hairline cracks and deep crevices appear in the cement walls as they go, the light fixtures above them sparking and sputtering out. Kevin’s thrown against the wall with only Kiseop’s shoulder to cushion him as the building shakes again. What the hell is going on?
They’re finally on the first floor, finally to the exit, finally out the door. They burst out into the night and Kevin collapses on the hard packed ground. He looks up at the building he and Kiseop were just in, watching the third airplane slam right into its side. It crashes through windows and plaster, creating an explosion of dust and rubble that rains down on them all. He squints up at it and realizes that it’s actually falling. It’s falling and he’s only got Kiseop here with him, what about the others? Are they still inside, getting crushed by the building crashing to the ground? Tears fill Kevin’s eyes at the thought of this but he forces himself to watch as the monstrous structure crumbles in front of him. Debris flies his way and he lets go of Kiseop to shield himself. A piece of cement leaves a gash in his arm but that’s nothing compared to what he could have been had he still been inside.
There were already people - people far braver than him and Kiseop - that were climbing into the heap of rubble to find possible survivors buried beneath the fallen building. Distressed cries rang through the night and Kevin hoped there wouldn’t be any more attacks because he was dead tired. He dropped to his knees because there’s weights on his shoulders and his legs were made of water. His bandmates were probably dead underneath the rubble. Eli, Soohyun, Hoon, all gone. Leeteuk and Ryeowook too, even though Kevin doesn’t know them as well he’s still looked up to them ever since they debuted and to know they were dead was like taking a brick to the face.
Kiseop pulls him back up because they’ve been ordered to march east to the nearest base. How long he’s been kneeling there, he doesn’t know. But it’s been long enough that everyone’s already decided that if anyone’s under the rubble, they’re dead. When they begin to walk, everyone drags their feet in the dirt even though they’re supposed to march. They kick at the stones in their path, watching them tumble off into the distance. After the events of the past few weeks or so, sleep hasn’t come easily. On some days, before the fighting had begun once more, they’d gotten only about one or two hours of sleep max because of the schedules they had that day.
Somehow, this was worse. They sleep around seven hours now, but when they sleep they dream. And when they dream, scenes from the gory battles they’ve watched creeps behind their eyelids. And when that happens, dreams become nightmares and they’re waking up to the sounds of their own sobbing and screams. Sure, this was the first fight they’ve actually participated in. But the things they’ve seen from the sidelines, the things they’ve seen in military training, now that the mood is set and that they were actually there on the battlefield themselves, the images of blood and death affect them more than they ever have before.
Kevin scoops a rock off the ground and throws it as far as he can. It’s not fair. Why can’t South Korea and North Korea just fucking get along? Why can’t they all just be Korea? Hell, if this continues, there’s gonna be a fucking East Korea and a fucking West Korea and a fucking Middle Korea that’s gonna get screwed in the ass because it’s fucking surrounded by all the other goddamned Koreas.
He wonders if it would’ve been easier to stay a US citizen so he could keep himself out of this mess of a war but to send all his other bandmates into it while he returns safely home - with or without Eli - is just wrong. That’s among the lowest of lows and he’d probably go to hell for it. The dust in his throat replaced with maggots, the people around him replaced with flames, his heart replaced with a clock ticking away the endless seconds that he’ll have to endure said fire.
His train of thought takes him to where he’ll die if he does die now. Hell because he’s killed? Or heaven because of what he’s killing for?
Atheists have it easy.
Fandom: U-kiss
Summary: The fighting between North Korea and South Korea's starting up again and everyone's rushing to help.
Kevin’s eyes snap open. The angry blaring noise of the alarms is deafening and overpowers the confused screams and cries of everyone in the room. The room shakes and bits of plaster fall like snow on his head. He doesn’t know what’s happening, all he knows is that everyone’s priority is to get the hell out.
So he scrambles to his feet, stunned by a momentary dizzy spell before stumbling forward. The ground shudders underneath him and a hand latches onto his arm. He looks over, confused, and sees it’s Kiseop that’s found him in the commotion.
“Let’s get the hell out,” Kiseop says as he drags Kevin towards the door. Kiseop’s the only person he recognizes in the dim light, panic and worry flooding through him as he realizes that his other friends are nowhere to be found. If something bad’s happening, then they’d better get out too.
They race down the hall together. They’re on the third floor and the stairs are packed with people rushing to get out. Kiseop pulls Kevin with him into the frenzy and they’re down the stairs in the blink of an eye, rushing down another hallway to the next flight. Hairline cracks and deep crevices appear in the cement walls as they go, the light fixtures above them sparking and sputtering out. Kevin’s thrown against the wall with only Kiseop’s shoulder to cushion him as the building shakes again. What the hell is going on?
They’re finally on the first floor, finally to the exit, finally out the door. They burst out into the night and Kevin collapses on the hard packed ground. He looks up at the building he and Kiseop were just in, watching the third airplane slam right into its side. It crashes through windows and plaster, creating an explosion of dust and rubble that rains down on them all. He squints up at it and realizes that it’s actually falling. It’s falling and he’s only got Kiseop here with him, what about the others? Are they still inside, getting crushed by the building crashing to the ground? Tears fill Kevin’s eyes at the thought of this but he forces himself to watch as the monstrous structure crumbles in front of him. Debris flies his way and he lets go of Kiseop to shield himself. A piece of cement leaves a gash in his arm but that’s nothing compared to what he could have been had he still been inside.
There were already people - people far braver than him and Kiseop - that were climbing into the heap of rubble to find possible survivors buried beneath the fallen building. Distressed cries rang through the night and Kevin hoped there wouldn’t be any more attacks because he was dead tired. He dropped to his knees because there’s weights on his shoulders and his legs were made of water. His bandmates were probably dead underneath the rubble. Eli, Soohyun, Hoon, all gone. Leeteuk and Ryeowook too, even though Kevin doesn’t know them as well he’s still looked up to them ever since they debuted and to know they were dead was like taking a brick to the face.
Kiseop pulls him back up because they’ve been ordered to march east to the nearest base. How long he’s been kneeling there, he doesn’t know. But it’s been long enough that everyone’s already decided that if anyone’s under the rubble, they’re dead. When they begin to walk, everyone drags their feet in the dirt even though they’re supposed to march. They kick at the stones in their path, watching them tumble off into the distance. After the events of the past few weeks or so, sleep hasn’t come easily. On some days, before the fighting had begun once more, they’d gotten only about one or two hours of sleep max because of the schedules they had that day.
Somehow, this was worse. They sleep around seven hours now, but when they sleep they dream. And when they dream, scenes from the gory battles they’ve watched creeps behind their eyelids. And when that happens, dreams become nightmares and they’re waking up to the sounds of their own sobbing and screams. Sure, this was the first fight they’ve actually participated in. But the things they’ve seen from the sidelines, the things they’ve seen in military training, now that the mood is set and that they were actually there on the battlefield themselves, the images of blood and death affect them more than they ever have before.
Kevin scoops a rock off the ground and throws it as far as he can. It’s not fair. Why can’t South Korea and North Korea just fucking get along? Why can’t they all just be Korea? Hell, if this continues, there’s gonna be a fucking East Korea and a fucking West Korea and a fucking Middle Korea that’s gonna get screwed in the ass because it’s fucking surrounded by all the other goddamned Koreas.
He wonders if it would’ve been easier to stay a US citizen so he could keep himself out of this mess of a war but to send all his other bandmates into it while he returns safely home - with or without Eli - is just wrong. That’s among the lowest of lows and he’d probably go to hell for it. The dust in his throat replaced with maggots, the people around him replaced with flames, his heart replaced with a clock ticking away the endless seconds that he’ll have to endure said fire.
His train of thought takes him to where he’ll die if he does die now. Hell because he’s killed? Or heaven because of what he’s killing for?
Atheists have it easy.