[Fanfic] Working on the premises of duality
Title: [BloHyuk Fanfic] Working on the premises of duality (Part 1)
Author: chiyo_87
Pairing: Blohyuk (Tablo x Eunhyuk), minor!Eunhae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Slice of Life, Philosophical, Romance
Warning: Unbeta-ed.
Summary: They say one stumbles across life’s most profound lessons in the most unexpected places - places just like the little abandoned classroom on the second floor of the senior division.
A/N: Blohyuk for sujuhigh
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“Why do you like it?”
“Hmm?”
“The snow . . . why do you like it so much?”
He turns to stare out of the window again, watching the flurry of white puffs descend at the speed at which the warmth from the hearth seeps through their clothes.
“I don’t know.”
The boy turns back and rests his head upon folded arms. “I guess . . . it’s like why do you like to write blonotes?” he says, voice muffled by his scarf.
The man doesn’t hide the smile that etches across his face.
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Working on the premises of duality
(Part 1)
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In the darkest hour, the soul is replenished
and given strength to endure
- Chosa
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November 1995.
It’s cold.
He watches the snowflakes fall, the little white globular substances collecting around his feet, leaving several inches of perfectly leveled white snow. Pure white, so unadulterated yet it is deceivingly comforting. Snowflakes appear soft and delicate as they fall. But once the icy flakes get packed together on the ground, they can turn into a destructive force of nature. He watches the first snow storm blow over like a wretched blizzard - windy, cold, and harsh. He feels the rage in them, threatening to annihilate anything and everything that obstructs its way. There were a lot of drifts afterwards and a lot of bare patches where the snow had just blown over.
Hyukjae had always found the snow strangely comforting. Despite the biting chill and its frosty touch to the bone, he still finds solace in them. He’d stand in the open area and let the snow collect round him, swaddling him in a coat of sheer white, letting his thoughts freeze and be carried away by the blizzard. He’d spread his arms wide, relishing the moment, embracing it, living in it. It’s the only moment when he truly feels alive. The snow on the ground would have hindered his movement, but he’d never felt so free in his life. Hyukjae loves snow. Simply because snow is . . . cold.
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He’s looking out of the window, watching the snow again. The lecturer’s voice in front and the murmurs of his classmates reduce to a low drone. They’re simply background. He imagines the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground like the soft pings of a xylophone. Ping ping ping they went, soft but not pretentious; as if played by a child, as if afraid to be heard playing in the dead of the night. Each one was unique; with each having its own frequency, tone and pitch. He imagines the rustle of the trees like the jingle of Christmas baubles, the whirr of the blizzard an orchestra. He feels a smile tugging at his lips and he lets it go freely.
He hears a voice calling him but lets it slip his mind. Trivial things don’t have a place in his world now. He imagines a pianist, playing on the higher octaves, letting his music flow from his mind, through his fingertips and onto the delicate ivory keys. Then the orchestra comes in as an accompaniment. The violinist brings the audience into a different realm, and the bassoonist comes in strong, arousing their senses, alerting them of something imminent. Here’s where the cellists interject, following closely behind the flutists after the second interval. Just like that, Hyukjae loses himself and lives in this moment.
But moments like these are fleeting. A light tap on his shoulder distracts him from his thoughts. Just like a crack on the glass, and his pure white world shatters in a blink of an eye.
“I’ve been calling you for ages. Wanna go grab lunch?”
Hyukjae, obviously annoyed, gave the other a cold shake of his head before staring out of the window again. He barely hears another person calling “Donghae, let’s go.” But he doesn’t care. ”Now, where was I?” he thinks to himself. The flurry of snow outside picks up speed, rattling against the windows like an unwelcomed guest. His lips break into a smile. “Ahh, they’re entering stanza two now, with the abrasive change of a diminuendo to a fortissimo, a tempo change of accelerando to cantabile subtly interspersed with scherzando, and with the rattling of snowflakes against the window like raging staccatos.” He clasps his hands and lets out a hum in merriment, not caring about the weird glances his classmates are giving him.
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He’s sauntering aimlessly along the corridor, fingers brushing against the window pane, letting the chill embedded in the metal seep into his skin. The chill makes him shiver in pleasure, leaving him helplessly wanting for more. Masochist much?
Donghae had left earlier than him to escape the imminent blizzard. He claims he hates snow. Simply because snow is cold. And this bothered Hyukjae a lot, because he was the exact opposite. If Donghae was Ying, then he would’ve been Yang.
Hyukjae can never understand why people like Donghae don’t like it. What’s there to not like about snow that lies in piles, that reaches the tops of fence posts, then lies in the fields so pure and white. So unadulterated. What’s not amusing about the icicles that hang from the roofs, signs that warn people of possible snow falling, and paths that are turned into slippery slopes as the snow melts and freezes again?
He finds himself approaching the senior’s division, the part of his school’s building which is deemed forbidden to underclassmen. Since everyone had gone home, he decided there was no harm in tapping into the unexplored realm. Humans, undeniably, are creatures of curiosity after all. So he takes a step forth, into an encounter that, little did he know, would be life-transforming.
TBC.
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A/N: I've never written a fic about this pairing before so forgive me if I failed to do justice to them. This will be updated at snail-slow speed. Sorry for the extensive use of musical terms here. It’s for the sake of the plot. Anyway, this is for you sujuhigh . If anyone is willing to help beta my fics, I would be more than glad to take up your offer :)
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Author: chiyo_87
Pairing: Blohyuk (Tablo x Eunhyuk), minor!Eunhae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst, Slice of Life, Philosophical, Romance
Warning: Unbeta-ed.
Summary: They say one stumbles across life’s most profound lessons in the most unexpected places - places just like the little abandoned classroom on the second floor of the senior division.
A/N: Blohyuk for sujuhigh
---
“Why do you like it?”
“Hmm?”
“The snow . . . why do you like it so much?”
He turns to stare out of the window again, watching the flurry of white puffs descend at the speed at which the warmth from the hearth seeps through their clothes.
“I don’t know.”
The boy turns back and rests his head upon folded arms. “I guess . . . it’s like why do you like to write blonotes?” he says, voice muffled by his scarf.
The man doesn’t hide the smile that etches across his face.
---
<
Working on the premises of duality
(Part 1)
<
<
In the darkest hour, the soul is replenished
and given strength to endure
- Chosa
---
November 1995.
It’s cold.
He watches the snowflakes fall, the little white globular substances collecting around his feet, leaving several inches of perfectly leveled white snow. Pure white, so unadulterated yet it is deceivingly comforting. Snowflakes appear soft and delicate as they fall. But once the icy flakes get packed together on the ground, they can turn into a destructive force of nature. He watches the first snow storm blow over like a wretched blizzard - windy, cold, and harsh. He feels the rage in them, threatening to annihilate anything and everything that obstructs its way. There were a lot of drifts afterwards and a lot of bare patches where the snow had just blown over.
Hyukjae had always found the snow strangely comforting. Despite the biting chill and its frosty touch to the bone, he still finds solace in them. He’d stand in the open area and let the snow collect round him, swaddling him in a coat of sheer white, letting his thoughts freeze and be carried away by the blizzard. He’d spread his arms wide, relishing the moment, embracing it, living in it. It’s the only moment when he truly feels alive. The snow on the ground would have hindered his movement, but he’d never felt so free in his life. Hyukjae loves snow. Simply because snow is . . . cold.
---
He’s looking out of the window, watching the snow again. The lecturer’s voice in front and the murmurs of his classmates reduce to a low drone. They’re simply background. He imagines the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground like the soft pings of a xylophone. Ping ping ping they went, soft but not pretentious; as if played by a child, as if afraid to be heard playing in the dead of the night. Each one was unique; with each having its own frequency, tone and pitch. He imagines the rustle of the trees like the jingle of Christmas baubles, the whirr of the blizzard an orchestra. He feels a smile tugging at his lips and he lets it go freely.
He hears a voice calling him but lets it slip his mind. Trivial things don’t have a place in his world now. He imagines a pianist, playing on the higher octaves, letting his music flow from his mind, through his fingertips and onto the delicate ivory keys. Then the orchestra comes in as an accompaniment. The violinist brings the audience into a different realm, and the bassoonist comes in strong, arousing their senses, alerting them of something imminent. Here’s where the cellists interject, following closely behind the flutists after the second interval. Just like that, Hyukjae loses himself and lives in this moment.
But moments like these are fleeting. A light tap on his shoulder distracts him from his thoughts. Just like a crack on the glass, and his pure white world shatters in a blink of an eye.
“I’ve been calling you for ages. Wanna go grab lunch?”
Hyukjae, obviously annoyed, gave the other a cold shake of his head before staring out of the window again. He barely hears another person calling “Donghae, let’s go.” But he doesn’t care. ”Now, where was I?” he thinks to himself. The flurry of snow outside picks up speed, rattling against the windows like an unwelcomed guest. His lips break into a smile. “Ahh, they’re entering stanza two now, with the abrasive change of a diminuendo to a fortissimo, a tempo change of accelerando to cantabile subtly interspersed with scherzando, and with the rattling of snowflakes against the window like raging staccatos.” He clasps his hands and lets out a hum in merriment, not caring about the weird glances his classmates are giving him.
---
He’s sauntering aimlessly along the corridor, fingers brushing against the window pane, letting the chill embedded in the metal seep into his skin. The chill makes him shiver in pleasure, leaving him helplessly wanting for more. Masochist much?
Donghae had left earlier than him to escape the imminent blizzard. He claims he hates snow. Simply because snow is cold. And this bothered Hyukjae a lot, because he was the exact opposite. If Donghae was Ying, then he would’ve been Yang.
Hyukjae can never understand why people like Donghae don’t like it. What’s there to not like about snow that lies in piles, that reaches the tops of fence posts, then lies in the fields so pure and white. So unadulterated. What’s not amusing about the icicles that hang from the roofs, signs that warn people of possible snow falling, and paths that are turned into slippery slopes as the snow melts and freezes again?
He finds himself approaching the senior’s division, the part of his school’s building which is deemed forbidden to underclassmen. Since everyone had gone home, he decided there was no harm in tapping into the unexplored realm. Humans, undeniably, are creatures of curiosity after all. So he takes a step forth, into an encounter that, little did he know, would be life-transforming.
TBC.
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A/N: I've never written a fic about this pairing before so forgive me if I failed to do justice to them. This will be updated at snail-slow speed. Sorry for the extensive use of musical terms here. It’s for the sake of the plot. Anyway, this is for you sujuhigh . If anyone is willing to help beta my fics, I would be more than glad to take up your offer :)
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