[FIC] You Can't Choose What Stays and What Fades Away (1/?)
title: you can't choose what stays and what fades away (1/?)
pairing: kangin/eeteuk (side donghae/eunhyuk)
rating: R
warnings: dark themes
summary: how far would you go to find the truth?
notes: this is the direct sequel to "tear the wings, now we can fly", so if you haven't read that first, you will get lost. (first chapter is here.) hope you enjoy it! :)
disclaimer: i do not own the members of super junior. i keep wishing, though.
Memories are precious things, small gems of our lives immortalized forever. Sometimes they get shuffled around; sometimes they get dropped, broken, impossible to fix.
Until you find all of the pieces.
***
A kitchen. Something on the floor. A television turned up far too loud.
Too much loud.
Bunny on purple fabric, pink blanket.
Urgency, fear.
Red.
Too much loud, too much wet, too much hurt.
The scream…
***
He jolts awake, the scream still ringing in his ears. It’s the fourth night in a row. It’s becoming more frequent. Never good.
There’s a small grunt next to him, but it’s only one and he’s back asleep. He hesitates, torn between waking his bedmate and letting him rest. After all, he has work in the morning. He doesn’t move out of bed, though. That will wake him up, and there will be the worry and concern, and they’re just moving past that.
Instead, he turns his head, enough to see the night sky, pitch black in contrast to the streetlights. No, he looks again. There’s one star still visible - it’s tiny, dim.
Oddly enough, as he looks at that tiny star, he can only think of the scream. But he shakes his head, snuggles down into the crook of his partner’s arm, closes his eyes.
And as Jungsu falls into sleep, the scream waits…
tbc...
pairing: kangin/eeteuk (side donghae/eunhyuk)
rating: R
warnings: dark themes
summary: how far would you go to find the truth?
notes: this is the direct sequel to "tear the wings, now we can fly", so if you haven't read that first, you will get lost. (first chapter is here.) hope you enjoy it! :)
disclaimer: i do not own the members of super junior. i keep wishing, though.
Memories are precious things, small gems of our lives immortalized forever. Sometimes they get shuffled around; sometimes they get dropped, broken, impossible to fix.
Until you find all of the pieces.
***
A kitchen. Something on the floor. A television turned up far too loud.
Too much loud.
Bunny on purple fabric, pink blanket.
Urgency, fear.
Red.
Too much loud, too much wet, too much hurt.
The scream…
***
He jolts awake, the scream still ringing in his ears. It’s the fourth night in a row. It’s becoming more frequent. Never good.
There’s a small grunt next to him, but it’s only one and he’s back asleep. He hesitates, torn between waking his bedmate and letting him rest. After all, he has work in the morning. He doesn’t move out of bed, though. That will wake him up, and there will be the worry and concern, and they’re just moving past that.
Instead, he turns his head, enough to see the night sky, pitch black in contrast to the streetlights. No, he looks again. There’s one star still visible - it’s tiny, dim.
Oddly enough, as he looks at that tiny star, he can only think of the scream. But he shakes his head, snuggles down into the crook of his partner’s arm, closes his eyes.
And as Jungsu falls into sleep, the scream waits…
tbc...