Scaring away ghosts
Title: Scaring away ghosts
Pairing: Key/Minho
Rating: G
Summary: It starts with the wrong answer to a simple question.
It starts with the wrong answer to a simple question.
“Can you hear this, Jonghyun?” it’s anxious and it’s scared and it sounds like it’s the rustling of dead leaves against concrete but it’s a voice, it’s definitely a voice but Jonghyun couldn’t care less because he wants to sleep, his pillow is soft and his bed is warm and he couldn’t care less about questions or answers or voices in the dark.
“No” he mumbles and turns around, feeling the edge of the bed sink as Key sits down but he can’t bother because the boy is silent now and that’s all that matters. Outside the wind is howling, lifting trash or not and throwing them against the pavement and scraping the ground and lugging them on his back like corpses.
Key has lost the ability to blink; there are pins in his eyes holding them open and even though he wants to blink so bad they have no mercy and will probably dry his eyes, yes they’ll cause his eyes to dry until they look like a stale fish’s, exhibited for the world to see in the local market and the people will have debates over his freshness and check his gills and say they’re not red, see? He’s been dead for so long, so long.
He’s shaking now, front and back, front and back like a broken carousel horse, eyes pinned to the window and waiting for the sound again because he knows it’ll be back-the wind’s a prisoner and drags his chains around town all night long like a ghost in the fog, and he shouldn’t believe in ghosts but he is allowed to believe in prisoners and winds and banes and curses so when the sound returns he nudges Jonghyun again and points outside “Can you hear it now, Jonghyun? Do you hear it now?” he’s like a kid that wants to be proven right and Jonghyun hates that because he’s sleepy- he’s oh so sleepy- and Key is keeping him up, his bed is moving when all he needs is to rest, that’s all he asks for.
“Key, I hear not a fucking thing, will you go to sleep?”
It breaks then, he can actually hear a thread snap in his head and hit his eardrum or maybe it’s fishing thread and he’s been caught and being pulled to the surface -he can’t tell for sure. He stands up and grabs his head then falls to the ground again kicking against it, squealing in his head or perhaps out loud too because Jonghyun is out of bed now and leaning over him or maybe that’s not Jonghyun and it’s the fisherman and while he’d love to have that hook out of his lips he knows he’ll die if the fisherman gets closer so he kicks him, he kicks his face and the man falls down.
He’s crazy, he must be crazy, the lights are turned on and there are more people looking down at him, the faces familiar but he can’t focus on that and wonders about the light, what the light is and how can you turn it on and off and how do you trap it in a lamp and release it at will, why doesn’t anyone wonder about these stuff, do they know something he doesn’t, do they hear something he doesn’t? Because they certainly can’t hear what he does and now that’s a buzzing sound like a fly or a mosquito and it’s in his head and he’s tired.
He’s so tired.
He gives in to the buzzing, going rigid on the floor. Minho looks scared; he approaches him and reaches out for his forehead, feeling his temperature, speaking words that do not reach his ears. Jonghyun is crying, he never handles anything well and he won’t do it now, not that something is happening, Key thinks, it’s just that the prisoners are out to get him and they’ve set out the lights to chase him, liquid fireflies from another world.
“I’m mad” he whispers. “I’m done for”
“No you’re not, no baby you aren’t” Minho is hushing him, cradling him in his arms and kissing his forehead and mumbling sweet nonsense in his ear “you’ve panicked; you’ve had a panic attack, what happened? We’re here, baby, what happened?”
He thinks of cherries in his palms, squished and ugly, painting his clothes red and now he needs to wash them, and what Taemin will eat tonight -if he has to wash clothes this late he won’t have time to cook- and when Jonghyun will stop crying and why Jinki looks so sad and why Minho is so distant, and he’s so tired. And he’s so stale and no one will ever buy him.
“What will I do” he whispers, hot tears running down his cheeks even if he hasn’t moved a muscle. Jonghyun is shaken and sitting in a corner crying his eyes out and Taemin is shocked and scared and looking at him as if he’s crazy and he wants to tell him he is, he wants to tell him he should order out tonight.
“Everything’s okay, hush now, I’m here, we’re all here” Minho tries with his deep calming voice and Key wants to give in, wants to will the thoughts out of his head. “What’s wrong, you can tell me” he says again and Key stares at Jonghyun because he knows now that Jonghyun is looking at him, he knows that he lied; he knows that the sound is there and the buzzing can stop now, he can rest now. He smiles an accusing smile that’s saying everything that he won’t ever voice.
He looks at Minho and opens his lips, already feeling his body numbing. “What will I do when I’ll have scared all of your ghosts away” he whispers as Minho carries him to his bed, Jonghyun still sobbing.
And the wind keeps dragging around his chains.
Pairing: Key/Minho
Rating: G
Summary: It starts with the wrong answer to a simple question.
It starts with the wrong answer to a simple question.
“Can you hear this, Jonghyun?” it’s anxious and it’s scared and it sounds like it’s the rustling of dead leaves against concrete but it’s a voice, it’s definitely a voice but Jonghyun couldn’t care less because he wants to sleep, his pillow is soft and his bed is warm and he couldn’t care less about questions or answers or voices in the dark.
“No” he mumbles and turns around, feeling the edge of the bed sink as Key sits down but he can’t bother because the boy is silent now and that’s all that matters. Outside the wind is howling, lifting trash or not and throwing them against the pavement and scraping the ground and lugging them on his back like corpses.
Key has lost the ability to blink; there are pins in his eyes holding them open and even though he wants to blink so bad they have no mercy and will probably dry his eyes, yes they’ll cause his eyes to dry until they look like a stale fish’s, exhibited for the world to see in the local market and the people will have debates over his freshness and check his gills and say they’re not red, see? He’s been dead for so long, so long.
He’s shaking now, front and back, front and back like a broken carousel horse, eyes pinned to the window and waiting for the sound again because he knows it’ll be back-the wind’s a prisoner and drags his chains around town all night long like a ghost in the fog, and he shouldn’t believe in ghosts but he is allowed to believe in prisoners and winds and banes and curses so when the sound returns he nudges Jonghyun again and points outside “Can you hear it now, Jonghyun? Do you hear it now?” he’s like a kid that wants to be proven right and Jonghyun hates that because he’s sleepy- he’s oh so sleepy- and Key is keeping him up, his bed is moving when all he needs is to rest, that’s all he asks for.
“Key, I hear not a fucking thing, will you go to sleep?”
It breaks then, he can actually hear a thread snap in his head and hit his eardrum or maybe it’s fishing thread and he’s been caught and being pulled to the surface -he can’t tell for sure. He stands up and grabs his head then falls to the ground again kicking against it, squealing in his head or perhaps out loud too because Jonghyun is out of bed now and leaning over him or maybe that’s not Jonghyun and it’s the fisherman and while he’d love to have that hook out of his lips he knows he’ll die if the fisherman gets closer so he kicks him, he kicks his face and the man falls down.
He’s crazy, he must be crazy, the lights are turned on and there are more people looking down at him, the faces familiar but he can’t focus on that and wonders about the light, what the light is and how can you turn it on and off and how do you trap it in a lamp and release it at will, why doesn’t anyone wonder about these stuff, do they know something he doesn’t, do they hear something he doesn’t? Because they certainly can’t hear what he does and now that’s a buzzing sound like a fly or a mosquito and it’s in his head and he’s tired.
He’s so tired.
He gives in to the buzzing, going rigid on the floor. Minho looks scared; he approaches him and reaches out for his forehead, feeling his temperature, speaking words that do not reach his ears. Jonghyun is crying, he never handles anything well and he won’t do it now, not that something is happening, Key thinks, it’s just that the prisoners are out to get him and they’ve set out the lights to chase him, liquid fireflies from another world.
“I’m mad” he whispers. “I’m done for”
“No you’re not, no baby you aren’t” Minho is hushing him, cradling him in his arms and kissing his forehead and mumbling sweet nonsense in his ear “you’ve panicked; you’ve had a panic attack, what happened? We’re here, baby, what happened?”
He thinks of cherries in his palms, squished and ugly, painting his clothes red and now he needs to wash them, and what Taemin will eat tonight -if he has to wash clothes this late he won’t have time to cook- and when Jonghyun will stop crying and why Jinki looks so sad and why Minho is so distant, and he’s so tired. And he’s so stale and no one will ever buy him.
“What will I do” he whispers, hot tears running down his cheeks even if he hasn’t moved a muscle. Jonghyun is shaken and sitting in a corner crying his eyes out and Taemin is shocked and scared and looking at him as if he’s crazy and he wants to tell him he is, he wants to tell him he should order out tonight.
“Everything’s okay, hush now, I’m here, we’re all here” Minho tries with his deep calming voice and Key wants to give in, wants to will the thoughts out of his head. “What’s wrong, you can tell me” he says again and Key stares at Jonghyun because he knows now that Jonghyun is looking at him, he knows that he lied; he knows that the sound is there and the buzzing can stop now, he can rest now. He smiles an accusing smile that’s saying everything that he won’t ever voice.
He looks at Minho and opens his lips, already feeling his body numbing. “What will I do when I’ll have scared all of your ghosts away” he whispers as Minho carries him to his bed, Jonghyun still sobbing.
And the wind keeps dragging around his chains.