Odd odd oddfic alert!
Title: Rooftops
Fandom/Pairing: Yesung/Kyuhyun (Super Junior)
Rating: PG at most, lol.
Genre: Romance, AU
Length: Oneshot (1489 words)
Author: Melody (fluentinpoison)
Warnings: Incoherency and Author being a weird one. It's safe. Safe as in... No dying.
Summary: Kyuhyun dreams of flying when he's a child, looking at smog and wanting to see beyond it. One day, Yesung steps into his world, directly from the clouds. Will they fly?
Notes: Well, I finished it :DD No one is going to read this fic because it isn't otp waaah but yeah. Sorry for having a sudden writer's block T^T
Dedicated to: MOLLY. U PERSON. ILU. U'RE AWESOME.
Prompt: 'Evening star - Street'
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Kyuhyun likes living on the top floor of the highest houses, in the attic, because it’s closer to the stars and the open sky. It’s not like he’s Donghae who really only wants to see an alien before he dies (which will happen any day now, Kyuhyun can bet you that, considering the anything but safe habit his hyung (was Donghae really a hyung? Really? Really now) has, that one that involves jumping between houses with many, many storeys and without any sort of safety equipment.
But it’s quite something, the feeling of being so small beneath the endless sky at night, and feeling like you could reach out and touch the sun at day. Being able to breathe freely high up above the worst of the smog the careless humans had filled the cities with. Live among the clouds.
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As a child, he’d been stuck with his feet firmly on the safe ground, pavement and ragged asphalt, only able to look up at the sometimes too thick smog, clutch his asthma medicine in one hand and wonder what the sky was hiding behind the dirty fog.
When he was a little boy, Kyuhyun wanted to be an angel, or a bird, but he knew this was nonsense because everyone, even his parents, had told him so. Eventually he learned to fear heights, and shy away when someone living in a tall building suggested that he’d come visit them.
One day, on a rare smog-free day, in fact the very day Kyuhyun graduated from high school, Yesung had descended from the clouds and turned everything upside-down.
Kyuhyun had kind of envied Yesung, because once it got known that the older boy was a brilliant singer, kind of clumsy and a little dangerous (at least according to old school records that “leaked”) he was immediately sucked into and adopted by the group of other “dangerous outcasts” on the street - a group even Kyuhyun had his doubts about despite really wanting to be in it.
Somehow, he just hadn’t been able to make the other boy disappear from his thoughts. He’d seen Yesung around on the streets, sometimes with a group of friends, sometimes just standing and staring up at a building as if to see if it was high enough. The other captivated him and sneaked into his dreams, and somewhere along the way Kyuhyun had given up the fight.
When he looked up old records and files and information on the internet, he felt like quite the stalker, and when he found hospital records showing that Yesung had been treated after a high fall, he kind of knew that Yesung was it for him.
Kyuhyun dumped the glasses and the plaid shirts and grew out of his asthma, worming his way into the group. Starting with Leeteuk, who was soon to be graduating from the university, down to Henry who was a freshman in high school, he made friends with them. Soon, he learned that all of them were friendly beneath the surface, even Heechul (even though Kyuhyun didn't really feel up to testing his luck). Eventually, he knew that they’d invite him to their most sacred activity.
One night, Kyuhyun found himself on the rooftops, everything according to the plan he had made up to try and catch Yesung’s attention, finally joining his own very special group of friends even in their secret nightly activity. He stood off to the side, the wind tugging on his hair in a kind of violent way. The wind knew that he was a total beginner, and so very scared of heights. The sky was so huge and filled with stars, it felt like he was going to be swallowed whole. It was a special kind of magic, the kind of magic that made him want to reach out and take all the stars down with his hands. He watched the others yell and laugh and play around on the rooftop and even the one next to them, located to the north.
With kind of scared, wide-open eyes, he saw some of them sneak closer to the edge, climbing up on the ledge, balancing as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and relying on the wind. They had the lights in their faces, illuminated in the most beautiful way he’d ever seen. Someone kissed the one next to him, hands tightening, barely noticeable.
Kyuhyun broke into a smile as most of the others jumped, soared into the air, he knew that they’d be okay and they were, reaching the other rooftop in the area that was crowded with houses trying to poke holes in the sky.
The very next evening he approached Yesung, and quite boldly asked the elder to teach him to fly too, the other agreeing somewhat happily. There was private lessons, private meaning that Donghae also came with them to be sure no one died, and Kyuhyun learned little by little to trust the wind, and he felt the wind change, carrying him carefully instead of tugging at him.
“The wind is strong, but all it really wants is friends, kind of. You know this, because if you trust it fearlessly, it won’t let you fall.” Yesung told him, smiling in a really honest way Kyuhyun hadn't quite seen until then.
One night, Yesung took him to eat cheap ramyun after practice, talking about everything and anything but his past over bubble tea. Suddenly, he fell silent, and studied Kyuhyun, as if he only just now realized that Kyuhyun sat across from him at the bench.
“Did you know that, if you kiss someone when you are about to do a jump, that means that you want to spend your life with that person?” he said, leaving Kyuhyun stunned.
“No, hyung, I didn’t know that.” was all that he said, tucking the small piece of information away deep into his heart.
After that, it was just a tiny bit awkward, silent exchanges of glances and touches that could be anything, mean anything in the entire universe.
He worked hard, and never gave up, training his body to be stronger and tougher, “growing his wings” as the others said, conquering his fear, learning to predict wind and fog, becoming more flexible with each run though the city.
The nights they couldn’t practice, or hang out in a group, Kyuhyun thought about his past and slowly untucked his old dreams of flying. He also thought about Yesung, recalling when he’d told Kyuhyun that he was beautiful one night when they sat on a rooftop, just dangling their legs and doing nothing. Kyuhyun wanted.
The entire dirty town was their playground, holes in fences, walls, rails. Windows and roofs. Streets and alleys. After one unlucky landing, it was Yesung who helped him put an icepack on his swollen ankle, assuring him that it would be alright, and that he’d have to try again.
Soon enough he had to patch up Yesung, laughing as he got a glare.
Yesung was by his side when he was about to make his first jump over to another rooftop, holding his hand as Kyuhyun’s heart wanted to free itself from him, the sharp city lights piercing though him, the night unseeing, he was invisible to those below. The old fear was almost paralyzing him, but Yesung murmured to him, voice almost disappearing in the wind, that he should just breathe it out, and relax.
Before he’d had much time to think of it, Kyuhyun leaned over, and pressed his dry lips against Yesung’s, freeing himself of the chains in parents unknowingly had put on him.
When he finally made the jump, the wind carrying him, almost caressing him, he gave up a loud laugh. It was everything he’d ever wanted; that, and how Yesung cornered him afterwards, kissing him breathless.
After only a couple of months, they got a rooftop apartment together, and Yesung decided to be a singer, coming home every evening to Kyuhyun studying for some test or another and being unnaturally happy and carrying a storm of thoughts, dragging Kyuhyun out to watch the stars.
They learned the names of all the star constellations, and Kyuhyun still didn’t get to know much about Yesung’s past. He chose to think that Yesung was an angel or the definition of his beloved wind, since the breeze always sounded so pleasing and a storm never as harsh as normally whenever Yesung was around.
And when he eventually told Yesung about his childhood dreams, the reply he got was
“I think it means you’re a very free person, not wanting to be trapped between high buildings and never flying. I think the wind meant for some people, like us, to fly.”
They kissed on unstable safety fences as the wind brought them the sounds of pleased giggles. Together they chased the evening star into the explosion of colours that was the morning.