Freezing Touches; Junmyeon/Minseok; PG
Freezing Touches
junmyeon/minseok; fantasy, super-slight angst; PG; 798 words
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Frozen tapestries hanging on the wall. More ice-clogged things scattered over the floor--knives, swords, rugs, even books. Minseok's favorites he'd like to kept inside a block of glaciated water for the sake of protecting the frangible pages from any harm. Woolen fabrics draped over blocks of ice cubes, forming a set of cold sofas completed with coffee table. If normal houses has steaming, normal cups of hot beverage on their coffee table, this place's holds a magical ice cups that won't ever melt no matter how hot the temperature of the liquid inside it.
Junmyeon winces; the temperature is killing him and he has nothing but thin jacket, t-shirt, slacks, and a pair of shoes upon his bare skin. His fingers are getting numb, but Minseok is still far away and Junmyeon can't stop walking towards him. Not yet.
The hunched back's shaking violently when Junmyeon nears and gets a better view of Minseok, a crouching figure with arms wrapped around his legs, head buried between the knees. The soft noise of small, frozen tears colliding with solid surface in rhythm with the small sobs Minseok manages to produce in every five seconds or so.
"Minseokkie?"
"What?!" the smaller man barks, voice chortled. "Get out of here!"
"But--"
"You won't understand! You'll never understand what I feel!" Minseok broke onto a more violent mess of sobs. Clink, clink, clink, the sound when his corn-kernel-sized tears hit the ice, faster, louder, as every second passes and he cries his heart out. The temperature goes down --Junmyeon knows he won't survive if the situation got worse. At least not with this kind of outfit he has. Minseok tends to affect the temperature according to his mood, and Junmyeon swears he feels the number has went down one degree.
The crimson-haired man crouches until he's level with Minseok, slowly squatting towards the whimpering man, holding out a frostbitten finger to wipe off Minseok's tears. The ice stings when it touches his fingertips, and so is Minseok's chubby cheeks --the cheeks Junmyeon used to pinch whenever he feels down, or give a peck when he wants to share his happiness. "Shh, don't cry," he coaxes, forefinger grazing slowly along Minseok's cheekbones in a soothing rhythm. The latter doesn't budge, his choked breath only gets harsher by every sharp inhale.
It's always like this. Minseok gets bullied because he's the son of a (usually) forgotten Major Goddess, like it's his fault he's Demeter's son and still a demigod (whom unfortunately can't control any season except winter and having its nature as his trait.), plus the fact that Demeter's children isn't as much as other Gods'. Junmyeon will try to comfort him to no avail as Minseok shoos him away with a shriek of 'You'll never understand my feeling because your dad is Poseidon and there's nobody brave enough to taunt Major God's son who has superior power like you', then Minseok'll scramble around the fact that he has useless power, increasing frustration in every word he spits.
Junmyeon will retreat to come back the next day with Minseok's favorite cookies in hand, if the older's anger is too coarse for him to handle. Other times, when his cries are calmer (to Junmyeon's self-learned level), he'll stay and wait until Minseok had cool off before solacing his partner using soft-spoken words laced with hints of encouragement.
Today is a lost cause.
Minseok has calmed down but he refuses Junmyeon's warm embrace. He drops the temperature down whenever Junmyeon tries to extend his arm towards Minseok's direction. He avoids Junmyeon's pleading gaze, deafening his ear from Junmyeon's soothing words. He refuses every warmth Junmyeon offers with a series of "I'm okay, I just need some me-time.", driving the younger crazy because it's not. Fucking. Okay.
Obviously.
"Minseokkie--"
"Get out!" another yell and an ice dagger is being thrown at Junmyeon's general direction in an impressive speed. He manages to duck and avoid the pointy tip from cracking his skull via his forehead bone.
Junmyeon gapes at Minseok who stares at the dagger in disbelief, like he has subconsciously thrown the dagger. Wait, it must be. Minseok will never kill Junmyeon no matter what. "M-Minseok…"
"Get out," the older deadpans, voice cracking as he points a finger towards the entrance. Junmyeon can see Minseok's glistening eyes, wet with tears, but he chooses to obey his partner's words and let Minseok has his time.
When Junmyeon turns his back to have a last look, he sees Minseok in crouched position, an ice wall slowly developing around him to detach himself from the outsiders. The small man sighs; this will do for today, he encourages himself as he walks down the path to his place, silently praying that Minseok will be better tomorrow.
- omg wtf is this
- blame heroes of olympus the series for this. please.
- (i might be shameless okay, but still) comments will be highly appreciated ^____^