Twisted Harmony
Title: Twisted Harmony (Prologue)
Author: aryayume
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Junseung, Dooseob
Rating: M
All he could do was run. Run from the dark, distorted paths of his memories. A faintly lit bridge was the only thing he could see in the foggy depths. An unnaturally loud crunching of splintering wood echoed from behind, and then he was running, without looking back. But no matter hard he pushed himself on, the shadows were constantly wrapping him in their icy grip, dragging him back.
A sharp pain lanced across Hyunseung's skull as he bashed it on the bunk above. A cold sweat had partially soaked through his shirt. Someone moved in the bunk above his, and leaned down over the side. A small mop of blonde hair hung visibly in the dark.
"Are you ok down there, Hyunseunggie? It can't be time to get up already. I heard a bang- did you hit yourself or something?"
"Y-yeah I did, but I'm fine."
How could he tell anyone about his nightmares? Even though he desperately wanted to at times, he just didn't want to worry his friends more than they already were.
"Oh, alright then. Well, I'm going to go back to sleep. You should as well. Tomorrow's gonna be busy!"
"See you tomorrow morning, Yoseobbie."
Once Yoseob had withdrawn, the darkness hung like a curtain, isolating Hyunseung from the world. Every night the demons returned to haunt him, and every morning, he had to pretend nothing had happened. He didn't know how much longer he could go on without breaking.
The passing seconds felt like an eternity, although the rhythmic ticking did provide some meagre reassurance. An hour slipped away, then another. He tried to sleep, but whenever he closed his eyes, the demons were there, always there. A quick glance at the clock showed it was 3 am. There were only another 2 hours before they had to get up. The rustling of bedsheets jerked him fully awake again.
"Hyunseung? Are you awake?"
"I'm so sorry Junhyung! Did I wake you up?"
"Honestly? No, you didn't. But are you feeling alright? You don't look like you've been sleeping well lately. What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. Why do you ask?"
"It's just that you probably haven't slept soundly for the past week or so and I'm slightly worried about your health."
"I'm fine."
"If there's anything you need to say, just tell me. I'll listen. Here, you can come sit on my bed."
A warm surge of gratitude bloomed outwards from within Hyunseung's chest. Maybe he didn't have to hide from his past anymore. Maybe there might just be someone who was willing to help. To listen. To care. He couldn't stop a solitary tear from running down his cheek when Junhyung gently wrapped an arm around his shoulders. There was someone.
Author: aryayume
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Junseung, Dooseob
Rating: M
All he could do was run. Run from the dark, distorted paths of his memories. A faintly lit bridge was the only thing he could see in the foggy depths. An unnaturally loud crunching of splintering wood echoed from behind, and then he was running, without looking back. But no matter hard he pushed himself on, the shadows were constantly wrapping him in their icy grip, dragging him back.
A sharp pain lanced across Hyunseung's skull as he bashed it on the bunk above. A cold sweat had partially soaked through his shirt. Someone moved in the bunk above his, and leaned down over the side. A small mop of blonde hair hung visibly in the dark.
"Are you ok down there, Hyunseunggie? It can't be time to get up already. I heard a bang- did you hit yourself or something?"
"Y-yeah I did, but I'm fine."
How could he tell anyone about his nightmares? Even though he desperately wanted to at times, he just didn't want to worry his friends more than they already were.
"Oh, alright then. Well, I'm going to go back to sleep. You should as well. Tomorrow's gonna be busy!"
"See you tomorrow morning, Yoseobbie."
Once Yoseob had withdrawn, the darkness hung like a curtain, isolating Hyunseung from the world. Every night the demons returned to haunt him, and every morning, he had to pretend nothing had happened. He didn't know how much longer he could go on without breaking.
The passing seconds felt like an eternity, although the rhythmic ticking did provide some meagre reassurance. An hour slipped away, then another. He tried to sleep, but whenever he closed his eyes, the demons were there, always there. A quick glance at the clock showed it was 3 am. There were only another 2 hours before they had to get up. The rustling of bedsheets jerked him fully awake again.
"Hyunseung? Are you awake?"
"I'm so sorry Junhyung! Did I wake you up?"
"Honestly? No, you didn't. But are you feeling alright? You don't look like you've been sleeping well lately. What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. Why do you ask?"
"It's just that you probably haven't slept soundly for the past week or so and I'm slightly worried about your health."
"I'm fine."
"If there's anything you need to say, just tell me. I'll listen. Here, you can come sit on my bed."
A warm surge of gratitude bloomed outwards from within Hyunseung's chest. Maybe he didn't have to hide from his past anymore. Maybe there might just be someone who was willing to help. To listen. To care. He couldn't stop a solitary tear from running down his cheek when Junhyung gently wrapped an arm around his shoulders. There was someone.