Beyond (my beliefs and everything else)
Title: Beyond (my beliefs and everything else)
Pairing: AJ/Hoon
Rating: PG-13
Lenght: Chaptered ( Chapter 1 ), 892 words
Summary: He taught me to see beyond...
A/N: Beta-ed by the amazing kiccy
First Night (Chapter 1)
He’s still wandering through the streets even though it’s late at night. His parents wouldn’t worry, no,there was no way they could worry about him.
Hoon doesn’t believe in soul mates, after-life, fate.
Hoon doesn’t believe in Hell and Heaven either.
It’s a hospital. Small, friendly-looking with a café, tiny restaurant and a playground, but it’s still a hospital.
The red-head looks at his watch. It’s almost midnight.
A soft glow is still emitted by a few windows, but he isn’t afraid of that. The garden with its swings and slides all surrounded by countless flowers is illuminated only by the moonlight.
He steps through the gates, and carefully lurks behind bushes and trees- just in case.
The shadows around him are his only solace as he goes in deeper and deeper.
Then Hoon sees the monkey-bars. Once colorful now they’re quietly sitting there- abandoned and grey-, perfectly mixing in with the outside world. Even though he notices them quite easily, they’re invisible from the hospital windows, hidden beneath the thick green crowns of the trees that are growing around.
The next thing Hoon notices is a silhouette- climbing and then slipping. He doesn’t have time to react is the first thing on the red-head’s mind as he lunges forward, surprising even himself. He was too far away; everything was happening so quickly, yet there was no denying the body was sprawled out over him.
The first thing he sees is the white gown, and for a split second, insecurities start to attack him- what if that somebody is working here, and…
Then he takes in the stranger’s skin- just as sickeningly white as the gown, and gets back to his senses.
The figure on top of him is motionless except for the warm breath that hits Hoon’s neck on a regular basic. He’s too afraid to move, so they stay like that for hours, or so it seems to the red-head, until a hand is carefully placed on his chest, and the other is lifting himself off and- oh.
Oh.
Hoon is met with a pair of bright, lively eyes and half smirking, rosy lips. Cheekbones- high and clearly visible- bring a more masculine feel to the porcelain white skin. The red-head’s eyes dart all around,and restlessly explore the body of the guy still on top of him. Their arms are tangled up, and that makes the contrast even more visible. His own are slightly tanned and muscled, while the other’s ones are skinny and even girly in compartment.
“So do you actually know you’re not supposed to be here?”
A cheeky grin fills up his vision, and those eyes are scrunched up from hidden laughter. Hoon quickly gets a grip on himself, and shoves the other off, though a little bit half-heartedly (not that he would admit that).
The pale boy just bursts out in laughter, and holds up his hands to the red-head who’s already standing on his feet. Hoon hesitates for a moment, but then reminds himself that the kid is probably sick, and it’s his duty so to say to actually help the other up. It’s just pity and him being a good citizen.
Amongst the erratic beating of his heart, Hoon repeats to himself a phrase that was once natural to him. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight.
The moment his hands touch the other’s, he gets pulled down with an amazing amount of strength for such a weak body. He’s angry, and he’s just about to shout at the other, but then he sees his face. The eyes are shut tight, the boy’s taking big erratic gulps of air, and he feels hands fisting his shirt.
Hoon doesn’t believe in giving without getting anything in return.
Hoon doesn’t believe in kindness.
But just this time his hands wind themselves around a fragile body, and he pulls the weaker boy towards him.
Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, there’s a ring. It resonates through his ears, and he realizes it’s probably that old, western-styled clock a few streets from here. One ring- that means it’s 1 am. It’s been only an hour, but Hoon feels that way too many things have happened.
The body nested against his own stops shaking, and long fingers trail their way over his cheek.
“Are you an angel?”- this time there’s no trace of laughter in the other’s voice- “Are you here to take me away?”
The red-head lowers his eyes, and meets a pair of hazel brown orbs.
“No.”
Neither of them says anything else, and Hoon thinks he’s dreaming. Then the other’s breaking out of his arms, and just for a fleeting moment he refuses to let go. The boy once again starts to climb across the old, calloused monkey-bars. Hoon contemplates on leaving, and forgetting about everything, but then that gaze fixes on him again, and he feels like a doll. His heart and movements are in somebody else’s hands.
The stranger starts singing- with a voice somehow rough and uncertain- in a language Hoon doesn’t seem to recognize. The song resembles the boy in front of him so much- it’s scary. It starts off happy, entrancing and freeand by the end of it the red-head can sense the sadness, the grief, the loss.
The first night no more words are exchanged.
Pairing: AJ/Hoon
Rating: PG-13
Lenght: Chaptered ( Chapter 1 ), 892 words
Summary: He taught me to see beyond...
A/N: Beta-ed by the amazing kiccy
First Night (Chapter 1)
He’s still wandering through the streets even though it’s late at night. His parents wouldn’t worry, no,there was no way they could worry about him.
Hoon doesn’t believe in soul mates, after-life, fate.
Hoon doesn’t believe in Hell and Heaven either.
It’s a hospital. Small, friendly-looking with a café, tiny restaurant and a playground, but it’s still a hospital.
The red-head looks at his watch. It’s almost midnight.
A soft glow is still emitted by a few windows, but he isn’t afraid of that. The garden with its swings and slides all surrounded by countless flowers is illuminated only by the moonlight.
He steps through the gates, and carefully lurks behind bushes and trees- just in case.
The shadows around him are his only solace as he goes in deeper and deeper.
Then Hoon sees the monkey-bars. Once colorful now they’re quietly sitting there- abandoned and grey-, perfectly mixing in with the outside world. Even though he notices them quite easily, they’re invisible from the hospital windows, hidden beneath the thick green crowns of the trees that are growing around.
The next thing Hoon notices is a silhouette- climbing and then slipping. He doesn’t have time to react is the first thing on the red-head’s mind as he lunges forward, surprising even himself. He was too far away; everything was happening so quickly, yet there was no denying the body was sprawled out over him.
The first thing he sees is the white gown, and for a split second, insecurities start to attack him- what if that somebody is working here, and…
Then he takes in the stranger’s skin- just as sickeningly white as the gown, and gets back to his senses.
The figure on top of him is motionless except for the warm breath that hits Hoon’s neck on a regular basic. He’s too afraid to move, so they stay like that for hours, or so it seems to the red-head, until a hand is carefully placed on his chest, and the other is lifting himself off and- oh.
Oh.
Hoon is met with a pair of bright, lively eyes and half smirking, rosy lips. Cheekbones- high and clearly visible- bring a more masculine feel to the porcelain white skin. The red-head’s eyes dart all around,and restlessly explore the body of the guy still on top of him. Their arms are tangled up, and that makes the contrast even more visible. His own are slightly tanned and muscled, while the other’s ones are skinny and even girly in compartment.
“So do you actually know you’re not supposed to be here?”
A cheeky grin fills up his vision, and those eyes are scrunched up from hidden laughter. Hoon quickly gets a grip on himself, and shoves the other off, though a little bit half-heartedly (not that he would admit that).
The pale boy just bursts out in laughter, and holds up his hands to the red-head who’s already standing on his feet. Hoon hesitates for a moment, but then reminds himself that the kid is probably sick, and it’s his duty so to say to actually help the other up. It’s just pity and him being a good citizen.
Amongst the erratic beating of his heart, Hoon repeats to himself a phrase that was once natural to him. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight.
The moment his hands touch the other’s, he gets pulled down with an amazing amount of strength for such a weak body. He’s angry, and he’s just about to shout at the other, but then he sees his face. The eyes are shut tight, the boy’s taking big erratic gulps of air, and he feels hands fisting his shirt.
Hoon doesn’t believe in giving without getting anything in return.
Hoon doesn’t believe in kindness.
But just this time his hands wind themselves around a fragile body, and he pulls the weaker boy towards him.
Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, there’s a ring. It resonates through his ears, and he realizes it’s probably that old, western-styled clock a few streets from here. One ring- that means it’s 1 am. It’s been only an hour, but Hoon feels that way too many things have happened.
The body nested against his own stops shaking, and long fingers trail their way over his cheek.
“Are you an angel?”- this time there’s no trace of laughter in the other’s voice- “Are you here to take me away?”
The red-head lowers his eyes, and meets a pair of hazel brown orbs.
“No.”
Neither of them says anything else, and Hoon thinks he’s dreaming. Then the other’s breaking out of his arms, and just for a fleeting moment he refuses to let go. The boy once again starts to climb across the old, calloused monkey-bars. Hoon contemplates on leaving, and forgetting about everything, but then that gaze fixes on him again, and he feels like a doll. His heart and movements are in somebody else’s hands.
The stranger starts singing- with a voice somehow rough and uncertain- in a language Hoon doesn’t seem to recognize. The song resembles the boy in front of him so much- it’s scary. It starts off happy, entrancing and freeand by the end of it the red-head can sense the sadness, the grief, the loss.
The first night no more words are exchanged.