between forever [for bluedreaming]
For: bluedreaming
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: choose not to warn?
Word count: 2,097 words
Summary: They were in love for a split second.
Author’s note: Truthfully this isn’t the fic that I should be writing for you but due to certain circumstances ;__; but I do hope you will like this one!
It’s raining softly, the pitter patter of the drizzling rain hitting the rooftop of his Jeep. The sound becomes his radio as he drives effortlessly through the highway, fingers tapping through the hand-rest, moving in sync with the sound as the water drops, one by one, in huge lumps. He is humming to the song created by nature.
It’s 9:45pm; the clock reads in angry grey, he just had dinner with his family, eve-Chuseok dinner they would call and Sehun has early work calls the next morning. When he had to excuse himself, an hour early, or way more, than the intended time the dinner should be done, his family was in no way close to being amused. Except for his father, sporting a face that he could never read and understand as his wrinkled forehead relaxed by a bit and his lips twitching upwards in mere seconds and it ended by the time Sehun turns and greeted his father with a goodbye bow.
Are you serious? Work during Chuseok? His grandmother had uttered in disbelief.
The CEO never does holiday grandmother, Sehun had said with a sleek grin, giving his father a side glance.
Dear, give our son a break, he’s working hard already, I think he deserves a little bit, or more, of time for himself. His mother rambled. He’s almost thirty years old and I haven’t seen him bringing a girl that he would marry in this mansion of ours. She continued and Sehun chuckled. His father stayed silent the whole time, holding onto his wine glass dutifully, like a chairman would.
There are still time mother, I promise someday, when the time is here I would bring a girl that I would want to marry and you would be the first person I would bring to meet her. Sehun said cheekily, his voice lilting by the end, like harmonicas playing a beat of once and twice.
What about me? Interrupted his grandmother as she crossed her arms with her lips pursed, as if she wasn’t three times Sehun’s age and Sehun gave off a hearty laugh.
You too grandmother! You are also one of my favorite people. Sehun said cheekily and his grandmother breaks off into a sincere smile, reaching her eyes.
He had left giving her grandmother and mother a one last peck on the cheek and he gave his father a one last bow, and he was out the door, into the soft drizzling of the rain.
The silence is overbearing, the sound of the rain accompanied him through the way. It’s melancholic in some way but it made him feel as if he had own the night at this very time. Driving through the highway, taking the long cut instead of the short cut his way home because truthfully the weather today is beautiful.
The rain goes soft and the clouds are nowhere in sight as the skies take full command, painting the night with dark blue as rains fall like tiny crystals and ice.
He pushes a button, the window by his side sliding down and the rush of cold wind comes biting onto his skin like ice would. Small splashes of water enter, splashing against his skin and the water sliding down his cheeks softly it could be mistaken as tears.
When he’s off the highway, rounding the round-about, turning on his blinkers as he takes a turn towards the left then, in between his peripheral vision, he could see the view of his old family restaurant, now old, unused and uninhibited. But the sign is still there, a tacky name that was his grandfather’s idea. The Oh’s Restaurant, he remembers. He was six at the moment. His father who was less serious during the old days would bring him frequently into the restaurant. Sehun saw from scratch how the restaurant was built, brick by brick, and one day, his father was contemplating on what he should call the restaurant to be. It should be appealing, attractive, fancy and delicious! His father had said with full enthusiasm, and his grandfather was there, sitting by one of the tables, and he had suggested The Oh’s Restaurant and his father gave out an amused laugh. But he had used the name however, being the obedient child he was. Sehun lets out a tiny laugh at the memory, nostalgia filling his soul and it vanished as the view gone by in speed.
Seoul at night are busy, cars pacing by non-stop, the lights coming out of buildings in arrays of colors, decorations filled the streets as stores made its one last openings before they were made to a close for one whole day. Chuseok, it was, and Sehun could smell the aroma of holidays in the air, and the rain had stopped, leaving the road sparkling in shades of black.
He halted when the traffic turned red, a turn to the left, straight, rounding on another round-about and then right, and he would be off straight, then he would be home in no time. The traffic starts its countdown, fifty seconds, the cars from the other side starts moving right, and the cars aside his, sped off straight, moving towards destinations unknown.
When the traffic finished its countdown, he turn his paddle, sets it to D, and he moves slowly, albeit faster thereafter when the gas starts whirring fully from its sixty-seconds stop.
When he is about to turn left, he is met by an unexpected car, speeding in full speed towards his direction and the clock ticks, faster by the seconds and before he could do anything, before he could turn to the other lane to safety, both cars crash in an explosive collision.
Sehun couldn’t even scream, but in the midst of panic washing over him, in the times between eternity and forever, in the midst of metal crashing against metal, in the midst of the howling night, in the midst of his heart beating erratically against his ribcage, he catches eyes with the person from the other side.
And the view made his heart beats brutally against his chest.
With a collision so explosive it threw the other man back off of his seat, seatbelt securely tucked around his being, and that probably what prevents him from going off of the car. Sehun catches sight of him, and the man, as he moves forward clutching tightly onto his wheels, the man also seem to catch his eyes, his mouth forming into a disbelief oh, as his face comes crashing hard onto the steering wheel. Sehun winced in his place as his head crashed sideways against the window.
It’s as if time has stopped.
And the man still looked beautiful with red dripping by his face.
Sehun feels water dripping onto his eyes, red invaded his vision but his vision still looked clear, clear as crystals, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the man. His chest heaving, heart holding on to that one beating of his heart, the man from aside, still breathing but barely and Sehun could faintly see the way the man’s chest heaved, also holding onto that one last life line.
He tries to shift when the car takes a standstill, and he did, getting a clearer view of the man, and he could see his lips twitch, moving upwards and it stayed like that for a second of eternity, he captured it, safe in his heart as his head is pulled back towards the head-rest.
It’s as if the pain was never there.
Glasses shattered, metal crashing against metal, the horns honking, shouts of people, the sound of tires screeching against the pavement but to his ears, there was only silent, accompanied by the sound of mother nature and the harsh beating of his heart against his ribcage, loud enough for his own ears to hear.
It’s as if the world was void of any noises.
When the car stopped moving, when the collision fall at its rest, he could see the man from the other side with full vividness, his heart starts beating. And he so wants to get out of his car, walk towards the man and ask for his name, get his number maybe, and say something along the lines of, would you like to meet my mother, and then he would pause, remembers, and my grandmother for that matter, he would chuckle in between words. His cheeks would feel warm as his neck colors in shades of red, embarrassment running into his whole being. But that would be fine, if he would be able to exchange a few words with the man, shame would be nothing.
And the man would look confused, but he would give him his name nevertheless, and Sehun would repeat the name on his tongue once, and he would repeat it a million times more in his heart. He would also give the man his name, as it would seem appropriate, whether the man wouldn’t or would ask. And he would hear the voice, the man’s voice, saying his name, the two syllables rolling perfectly on his tongue and Sehun’s heart would run into an overdrive.
Sehun would sport a grin, a grin that his mother always dubbed as scary, stop grinning like that, maybe this is why you never had a girlfriend, but the man would give him a look, his eyes widening, his eyebrows creasing as his lips lift upwards into a beautiful smile and maybe, the man wouldn’t think his smile to be creepy after all.
The man would give Sehun his phone number one way or another and they would part, a goodbye wave in the middle of the road as people shout words that cuss, and they wouldn’t care when they were so infatuated with each other.
Sehun would give the man an impromptu message as soon as he gets home, and the man would only reply when morning comes, but that’s alright, Sehun would wait forever if he had to.
But Sehun’s forever happens in a split second as his car collided with another car, and the man from the other side, behind the wheel, happens to make his heart beat faster in the midst of him feeling like his heart couldn’t beat any longer. Death, he feels like, but he never feels more alive than he ever felt before in his entire life when he catches sight of the man who still looked beautiful with red dripping by his face.
When the car had stopped fully, and the sound of screams, cars honking, came rushing into his ears like a buzzing bee, he holds onto his one last breath to look, memorize, capture, keep, all of the man’s feature, safe into his heart and he tries to remember. Remember every last details, as he holds onto it.
When the sound of sirens come blowing off, and in a split second that he faces reality, his heart beats, once, twice and last, love he felt. He closes his eyes softly then, and then he went.
In the split seconds between now and forever, he had fallen in love.
They had fallen in love.
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Young CEO, Of The Oh’s Group Corporation, And A-list Musical Actor, Byun, Killed In A Deadly Accident.
23rd September, 2023 - Gangnam, Seoul. A Jeep and a black Hummer collided in what appears to be a head-on collision. Two casualties were recorded. The estimated time the accident happened was around 10pm. The young CEO of the Oh’s group corporation and a young musical actor, who was at the top of his career, were killed as their cars collided, head-on, harshly. The young CEO, passed away on the spot of the accident while the A-list Musical Actor barely made it to the hospital as he passed away in the ambulance on their way to the hospital.
One witness had said, ‘the black Hummer was on the way of the Jeep, I was on the other lane, the Jeep couldn’t do anything as the black Hummer sped through like lightning and the next second, they collided, the sound was overbearingly scary.’
The chairman of the Oh’s group refuses to give out a word and one of his assistant had delivered, ‘the chairman refuses to take sympathy, he refuses to talk, he wants the media to leave him and his family alone.’
As for the Actor’s family, they were back in America and are reported to arrive tomorrow, early morning of Chuseok.
Investigations are underway as police and investigators are in the works to unravel the mystery behind the crash.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: choose not to warn?
Word count: 2,097 words
Summary: They were in love for a split second.
Author’s note: Truthfully this isn’t the fic that I should be writing for you but due to certain circumstances ;__; but I do hope you will like this one!
It’s raining softly, the pitter patter of the drizzling rain hitting the rooftop of his Jeep. The sound becomes his radio as he drives effortlessly through the highway, fingers tapping through the hand-rest, moving in sync with the sound as the water drops, one by one, in huge lumps. He is humming to the song created by nature.
It’s 9:45pm; the clock reads in angry grey, he just had dinner with his family, eve-Chuseok dinner they would call and Sehun has early work calls the next morning. When he had to excuse himself, an hour early, or way more, than the intended time the dinner should be done, his family was in no way close to being amused. Except for his father, sporting a face that he could never read and understand as his wrinkled forehead relaxed by a bit and his lips twitching upwards in mere seconds and it ended by the time Sehun turns and greeted his father with a goodbye bow.
Are you serious? Work during Chuseok? His grandmother had uttered in disbelief.
The CEO never does holiday grandmother, Sehun had said with a sleek grin, giving his father a side glance.
Dear, give our son a break, he’s working hard already, I think he deserves a little bit, or more, of time for himself. His mother rambled. He’s almost thirty years old and I haven’t seen him bringing a girl that he would marry in this mansion of ours. She continued and Sehun chuckled. His father stayed silent the whole time, holding onto his wine glass dutifully, like a chairman would.
There are still time mother, I promise someday, when the time is here I would bring a girl that I would want to marry and you would be the first person I would bring to meet her. Sehun said cheekily, his voice lilting by the end, like harmonicas playing a beat of once and twice.
What about me? Interrupted his grandmother as she crossed her arms with her lips pursed, as if she wasn’t three times Sehun’s age and Sehun gave off a hearty laugh.
You too grandmother! You are also one of my favorite people. Sehun said cheekily and his grandmother breaks off into a sincere smile, reaching her eyes.
He had left giving her grandmother and mother a one last peck on the cheek and he gave his father a one last bow, and he was out the door, into the soft drizzling of the rain.
The silence is overbearing, the sound of the rain accompanied him through the way. It’s melancholic in some way but it made him feel as if he had own the night at this very time. Driving through the highway, taking the long cut instead of the short cut his way home because truthfully the weather today is beautiful.
The rain goes soft and the clouds are nowhere in sight as the skies take full command, painting the night with dark blue as rains fall like tiny crystals and ice.
He pushes a button, the window by his side sliding down and the rush of cold wind comes biting onto his skin like ice would. Small splashes of water enter, splashing against his skin and the water sliding down his cheeks softly it could be mistaken as tears.
When he’s off the highway, rounding the round-about, turning on his blinkers as he takes a turn towards the left then, in between his peripheral vision, he could see the view of his old family restaurant, now old, unused and uninhibited. But the sign is still there, a tacky name that was his grandfather’s idea. The Oh’s Restaurant, he remembers. He was six at the moment. His father who was less serious during the old days would bring him frequently into the restaurant. Sehun saw from scratch how the restaurant was built, brick by brick, and one day, his father was contemplating on what he should call the restaurant to be. It should be appealing, attractive, fancy and delicious! His father had said with full enthusiasm, and his grandfather was there, sitting by one of the tables, and he had suggested The Oh’s Restaurant and his father gave out an amused laugh. But he had used the name however, being the obedient child he was. Sehun lets out a tiny laugh at the memory, nostalgia filling his soul and it vanished as the view gone by in speed.
Seoul at night are busy, cars pacing by non-stop, the lights coming out of buildings in arrays of colors, decorations filled the streets as stores made its one last openings before they were made to a close for one whole day. Chuseok, it was, and Sehun could smell the aroma of holidays in the air, and the rain had stopped, leaving the road sparkling in shades of black.
He halted when the traffic turned red, a turn to the left, straight, rounding on another round-about and then right, and he would be off straight, then he would be home in no time. The traffic starts its countdown, fifty seconds, the cars from the other side starts moving right, and the cars aside his, sped off straight, moving towards destinations unknown.
When the traffic finished its countdown, he turn his paddle, sets it to D, and he moves slowly, albeit faster thereafter when the gas starts whirring fully from its sixty-seconds stop.
When he is about to turn left, he is met by an unexpected car, speeding in full speed towards his direction and the clock ticks, faster by the seconds and before he could do anything, before he could turn to the other lane to safety, both cars crash in an explosive collision.
Sehun couldn’t even scream, but in the midst of panic washing over him, in the times between eternity and forever, in the midst of metal crashing against metal, in the midst of the howling night, in the midst of his heart beating erratically against his ribcage, he catches eyes with the person from the other side.
And the view made his heart beats brutally against his chest.
With a collision so explosive it threw the other man back off of his seat, seatbelt securely tucked around his being, and that probably what prevents him from going off of the car. Sehun catches sight of him, and the man, as he moves forward clutching tightly onto his wheels, the man also seem to catch his eyes, his mouth forming into a disbelief oh, as his face comes crashing hard onto the steering wheel. Sehun winced in his place as his head crashed sideways against the window.
It’s as if time has stopped.
And the man still looked beautiful with red dripping by his face.
Sehun feels water dripping onto his eyes, red invaded his vision but his vision still looked clear, clear as crystals, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the man. His chest heaving, heart holding on to that one beating of his heart, the man from aside, still breathing but barely and Sehun could faintly see the way the man’s chest heaved, also holding onto that one last life line.
He tries to shift when the car takes a standstill, and he did, getting a clearer view of the man, and he could see his lips twitch, moving upwards and it stayed like that for a second of eternity, he captured it, safe in his heart as his head is pulled back towards the head-rest.
It’s as if the pain was never there.
Glasses shattered, metal crashing against metal, the horns honking, shouts of people, the sound of tires screeching against the pavement but to his ears, there was only silent, accompanied by the sound of mother nature and the harsh beating of his heart against his ribcage, loud enough for his own ears to hear.
It’s as if the world was void of any noises.
When the car stopped moving, when the collision fall at its rest, he could see the man from the other side with full vividness, his heart starts beating. And he so wants to get out of his car, walk towards the man and ask for his name, get his number maybe, and say something along the lines of, would you like to meet my mother, and then he would pause, remembers, and my grandmother for that matter, he would chuckle in between words. His cheeks would feel warm as his neck colors in shades of red, embarrassment running into his whole being. But that would be fine, if he would be able to exchange a few words with the man, shame would be nothing.
And the man would look confused, but he would give him his name nevertheless, and Sehun would repeat the name on his tongue once, and he would repeat it a million times more in his heart. He would also give the man his name, as it would seem appropriate, whether the man wouldn’t or would ask. And he would hear the voice, the man’s voice, saying his name, the two syllables rolling perfectly on his tongue and Sehun’s heart would run into an overdrive.
Sehun would sport a grin, a grin that his mother always dubbed as scary, stop grinning like that, maybe this is why you never had a girlfriend, but the man would give him a look, his eyes widening, his eyebrows creasing as his lips lift upwards into a beautiful smile and maybe, the man wouldn’t think his smile to be creepy after all.
The man would give Sehun his phone number one way or another and they would part, a goodbye wave in the middle of the road as people shout words that cuss, and they wouldn’t care when they were so infatuated with each other.
Sehun would give the man an impromptu message as soon as he gets home, and the man would only reply when morning comes, but that’s alright, Sehun would wait forever if he had to.
But Sehun’s forever happens in a split second as his car collided with another car, and the man from the other side, behind the wheel, happens to make his heart beat faster in the midst of him feeling like his heart couldn’t beat any longer. Death, he feels like, but he never feels more alive than he ever felt before in his entire life when he catches sight of the man who still looked beautiful with red dripping by his face.
When the car had stopped fully, and the sound of screams, cars honking, came rushing into his ears like a buzzing bee, he holds onto his one last breath to look, memorize, capture, keep, all of the man’s feature, safe into his heart and he tries to remember. Remember every last details, as he holds onto it.
When the sound of sirens come blowing off, and in a split second that he faces reality, his heart beats, once, twice and last, love he felt. He closes his eyes softly then, and then he went.
In the split seconds between now and forever, he had fallen in love.
They had fallen in love.
---
Young CEO, Of The Oh’s Group Corporation, And A-list Musical Actor, Byun, Killed In A Deadly Accident.
23rd September, 2023 - Gangnam, Seoul. A Jeep and a black Hummer collided in what appears to be a head-on collision. Two casualties were recorded. The estimated time the accident happened was around 10pm. The young CEO of the Oh’s group corporation and a young musical actor, who was at the top of his career, were killed as their cars collided, head-on, harshly. The young CEO, passed away on the spot of the accident while the A-list Musical Actor barely made it to the hospital as he passed away in the ambulance on their way to the hospital.
One witness had said, ‘the black Hummer was on the way of the Jeep, I was on the other lane, the Jeep couldn’t do anything as the black Hummer sped through like lightning and the next second, they collided, the sound was overbearingly scary.’
The chairman of the Oh’s group refuses to give out a word and one of his assistant had delivered, ‘the chairman refuses to take sympathy, he refuses to talk, he wants the media to leave him and his family alone.’
As for the Actor’s family, they were back in America and are reported to arrive tomorrow, early morning of Chuseok.
Investigations are underway as police and investigators are in the works to unravel the mystery behind the crash.