Prompt #3: Ends
Title: Sanctuary
Fandom: SHINee
Characters: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun
Prompt: Ends
Word Count: 325
Rating: PG
Summary: Running from something takes Kibum exactly where he belongs
Author's Notes: I don't even know what these are doing, anymore. This is another one wrote on my iPhone in the middle of the night. (This is what I do instead of sleeping.) Also, this might just be my attempt at fluff. >.<
He’s running, as fast as he can. Trying to escape something he can’t even be sure is real. He’s never seen it, never reached for it. Too dangerous, he’s been told, too taboo. Seoul is filled with faces, nameless, meaningless, he can’t hide here. He’s always stood out in a crowd, always called attention to himself without meaning to. And now his hair is streaked with color stolen from the rainbow, a multi hued target he can’t shake off.
He’s not sure where his problem started, questions it even as the buildings close in around him, as bodies press closer, prying eyes all asking the same question: Kibum, where are you going to go?
Seeking sanctuary, he wrenches open the doors to the chapel, runs forward, stumbles as he turns, eyes wide and staring at parishioners. Recognition is painted on their faces, on his, even as the tears rise to his eyes.
“Hyung…” he whispers, locks eyes with them in turn, sees them pass judgment, hears a voice call his name.
Sanctuary abandoned, he’s running again, tears flying in the wind, his heart pounding in his chest as it tries to escape and return home. The heart wants what the heart can’t have. He tells himself this, repetition after repetition. Press the reset to see if it works.
Lights are fading as he comes upon a cottage, doesn’t question why it’s there, doesn’t hesitate before walking inside. It smells of wood smoke, home cooked meals, and something else, something infinitely more familiar yet impossible to recognize.
“What took you so long?”
He looks up, sees the person he was trying to escape, the person who has never cared about what others think, probably because he knows enough to believe that no one who really matters would admonish them.
Kibum doesn’t know how to answer the question, even as he sinks into Jonghyun’s arms. “I’m home now,” he whispers. “Does it matter how I got here?”
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Fandom: SHINee
Characters: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun
Prompt: Ends
Word Count: 325
Rating: PG
Summary: Running from something takes Kibum exactly where he belongs
Author's Notes: I don't even know what these are doing, anymore. This is another one wrote on my iPhone in the middle of the night. (This is what I do instead of sleeping.) Also, this might just be my attempt at fluff. >.<
He’s running, as fast as he can. Trying to escape something he can’t even be sure is real. He’s never seen it, never reached for it. Too dangerous, he’s been told, too taboo. Seoul is filled with faces, nameless, meaningless, he can’t hide here. He’s always stood out in a crowd, always called attention to himself without meaning to. And now his hair is streaked with color stolen from the rainbow, a multi hued target he can’t shake off.
He’s not sure where his problem started, questions it even as the buildings close in around him, as bodies press closer, prying eyes all asking the same question: Kibum, where are you going to go?
Seeking sanctuary, he wrenches open the doors to the chapel, runs forward, stumbles as he turns, eyes wide and staring at parishioners. Recognition is painted on their faces, on his, even as the tears rise to his eyes.
“Hyung…” he whispers, locks eyes with them in turn, sees them pass judgment, hears a voice call his name.
Sanctuary abandoned, he’s running again, tears flying in the wind, his heart pounding in his chest as it tries to escape and return home. The heart wants what the heart can’t have. He tells himself this, repetition after repetition. Press the reset to see if it works.
Lights are fading as he comes upon a cottage, doesn’t question why it’s there, doesn’t hesitate before walking inside. It smells of wood smoke, home cooked meals, and something else, something infinitely more familiar yet impossible to recognize.
“What took you so long?”
He looks up, sees the person he was trying to escape, the person who has never cared about what others think, probably because he knows enough to believe that no one who really matters would admonish them.
Kibum doesn’t know how to answer the question, even as he sinks into Jonghyun’s arms. “I’m home now,” he whispers. “Does it matter how I got here?”
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