The Sound of Flight - Part II ; OT5
I am so late in posting this part. I've been busy lately, what with my laptop breaking down and school work. Hopefully you enjoy this part.
Title: The Sound of Flight - Part II
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): OT5
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
All parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Interlude | Part IV
Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII (final)
The Sound of Flight
Part II
Yunho was taken to the Academy without knowing where he was going. He didn't quite understand why his mother was crying, or why his father's face had turned such a ghastly shade of grey. He didn't understand why the men in suits had to give him an injection that made him so weak that he didn't even have any strength to walk.
They had to push him in a wheelchair. Yunho asked them where they were taking him.
They told him that he was going to a place where he'd be with other people like him. It'll be better than home. He'd meet new friends, he'd have lots of fun. Yunho was too young to wonder if the smiles they were giving him were sincere.
The first seven months at the Academy, he learnt how to control his strength, learnt how to bend a metal rod without snapping it in half, learnt to hug someone tightly without breaking their ribs. At the end of his seventh month at the Academy, he met Junsu.
Junsu, who could breathe fire, conjure fire balls in his hands, burn down an entire building at will, and had the brightest smile Yunho had ever seen and for the first time in seven months, Yunho found a reason to stay.
Years later, Junsu becomes Yunho's reason to leave.
Jaejoong corners Yunho in the bathroom later in the morning, hooks his fingers to the waistband of Yunho's jeans. If Junsu is Yunho's best friend, then Jaejoong is all the grey areas between best friend, lover, brother and everything else.
"What did Yoochun tell you?" Jaejoong says, leaning against the sink. "I heard your voices this morning when I was half-asleep."
Yunho stares into the mirror. Jaejoong finds his gaze in the reflection, and the corners of his lips turn up in the beginnings of a smile.
"Junsu and Changmin," Yunho supplies and Jaejoong's smile grows wider. It brings light into his eyes, and Yunho's stomach does a slow, agonizing flip.
"Jaejoong," Yunho says as Jaejoong leans closer. Jaejoong's breath smells like berries, Yunho thinks while trying to lean backwards, but Jaejoong's hands on his hips hold him in place. When Jaejoong kisses him, Yunho knows that Jaejoong will move a hand to touch his face, his shoulders, because they've done this so many times before it takes only a heartbeat to fall into rhythm with each other.
Yunho is the one with the super strength, but his legs tremble when Jaejoong sinks slowly to his knees. He pulls down the zip with his teeth, that little tease, and Yunho can think of two million things to say, but he just ends up gasping Jaejoong's name over and over again like it's the only thing he can remember.
Jaejoong's mouth closes over him, wet and hot. Yunho watches dizzily as his shirt unbuttons itself and falls to the floor.
"Relax," Jaejoong murmurs. He looks up, and his eyes are wide and amused. Yunho nods, lets his fingers tug at Jaejoong's hair, urging him to go faster, and thinks I trust you.
Changmin walks on the street, listening to the cacophonous hum of city life, a blur of activity as faces flash past him, nameless, foreign. He wonders if the other four will miss him, if they will realize that he's gone. He knows that it took nearly an hour for them to realize that he'd left the house, and he wonders how long it'll take this time.
He doesn't blame them. He can't, not when he doesn't know anyone of them nearly half as well as they know each other. The first day he was transferred to the Academy, he heard that Jaejoong and Yunho are best friends, and then there's Yunho and Junsu who have known each other right from the beginning. Of course, there's also Jaejoong and Yoochun who seem like they can read each others' minds, and Yoochun and Junsu who are practically attached at the hip.
Changmin never expected or wanted to fit in anywhere between the four of them, but things happened, and now he is here. Trapped in the tangle, stuck in the web of sticky relationships.
His first few days at the Academy, he heard people talking about him. They couldn't figure out his gift. Changmin didn't talk much, and no one dared to speak to him. He's the precocious one, the one that passed basic control in a few months, he heard some of them saying. Did you hear? He was transferred here from Special. He did basic control there. He thinks he's better than the rest of us. What do you think he can do? He's so weird, why won't he say anything?
Junsu was the first person to speak to him, during the lonely days when Changmin spent all his time wandering the corridors, going through his own emotions, and the emotions from other people that he absorbs like a porous sponge from the atmosphere around him. Junsu had introduced himself, held out a hand and blinded Changmin with the intensity of his smile.
Changmin keeps on walking until he walks past a small cosy-looking café. He stops, pushes the door open and orders a coffee. He picks a seat by the window, and stares out at the throng of people passing by.
Fifteen minutes later, Changmin sees Junsu walk past. Junsu misses him at first, walking straight ahead. Changmin watches as Junsu pauses a little down the street, turning back instinctively and spotting Changmin instantly. Changmin blinks back at him, and Junsu backtracks, opening the door to the café, the soft tinkle of bells announcing his entrance.
He slides into the seat opposite Changmin.
"Why do you keep doing this?" Junsu asks, taking Changmin's cup of coffee without asking and taking a gulp from it.
Changmin shrugs in answer. He doesn't know the answer himself.
Junsu humours him for half an hour, sits with him in café, watching the world from inside. After half an hour, he reaches across the table, touching Changmin's arm to get his attention. "Let's go back," he says.
Changmin follows him out of the café, realizing how many things those three words can mean.
When they get back to their hotel room, they walk in on Jaejoong and Yoochun, heads bent together, speaking in voices too soft to be heard. Changmin shivers at the intimacy of the moment, at the way Jaejoong's fingers tap a rhythm against Yoochun's thigh, and he can't help but notice that they are nearly close enough to kiss.
When he turns around to look at Junsu who's standing next to him, there's a look on Junsu's face that he can't decipher. He tries to read the feelings that roll off Junsu, and realises that he can't figure them out either.
Junsu remembers the best things about being at the Academy, and he remembers the worst things. He remembers skipping lessons with Yoochun and stealing clandestine kisses along empty corridors; remembers all of them gathering in Yunho's room at night and falling asleep on the floor with his head pillowed on Jaejoong's stomach; remembers drawing Changmin's first smile from him like a single fragile thread and the beautiful sound of his laughter.
And the night the Academy nearly broke Changmin.
Junsu heard the footsteps first. He opened the door to see Changmin running down the corridor, a hand pressed over his mouth. Changmin rushed past him, a blur of movement, but in one split second Junsu saw the silver web of tears on his face. Alarmed, he shut the door behind him and went after Changmin.
When Changmin finally stopped running, leaning into a wall and sliding downwards, Junsu wished that Jaejoong was here. Jaejoong would know what to do. He would know how to fix this.
"Changmin," he said, kneeling down.
Changmin didn't say a thing, he cried for a long time, and Junsu just knelt there beside him. Junsu wanted to ask questions, but didn't how to ask them, so he kept quiet. He reasoned that if Changmin wanted to tell him, he would on his own.
Changmin didn't tell him anything.
Junsu figured it out on his own when he was called to the Office the next day. An hour later, Changmin held his hair back as he threw up into the toilet, humming soothingly as his hand rubbed circles on Junsu's back.
"You didn't say yes," Changmin said when Junsu was done throwing up. He was smiling, a small pained smile, but nevertheless, a smile. "I knew you wouldn't say yes."
That day, they talked for a long time, deep into the night. The longest time Junsu had ever spent with Changmin alone.
"I almost said yes," Changmin told him, lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Junsu turned to look at him, fighting the overwhelming urge to hold Changmin's hand. He kept his hands fisted by his side, the heat from Changmin radiating across the bare inch of space between them. "I was afraid of what they'd do to me if I said no." Suddenly, he turned around, so they were face to face. Junsu stopped breathing.
"But then I thought, Junsu wouldn't say yes if they asked him. Yunho wouldn't either. Jaejoong and Yoochun wouldn't too, if they were in my position. And I had to be brave like them, just this one time," Changmin whispered.
There was a long silence. Outside, it was a starless night, and the moon was almost white.
"Junsu," Changmin said, so quiet Junsu had to strain to hear him. "Junsu, I'm scared."
Before Junsu leaned forward, narrowing the distance between them, Changmin was already closing his eyes in quiet invitation.
Jaejoong sees them first. Yoochun is talking, tugging at Jaejoong's elbow as the elevator doors open. Two steps out of the elevator and Jaejoong sees them, walking in through the glass doors.
It's the way they walk. Stiff, straight as a rod. And the way their gazes sweep the hotel lobby. Jaejoong knows they have to be from the Academy.
"Shit, shit, shit," Jaejoong chants, grabbing Yoochun's hand and pulling him back into the elevator and pushing the close button fiercely in blind panic until the elevator doors slide shut. Yunho, Junsu and Changmin are still in the room- so one of them has to go back and tell the three of them, Jaejoong thinks, trying to push his panic aside.
"You go and get them," Yoochun says, reading him like an open book. "I'll go back down and hold them off."
The doors slide open. "Be careful," Jaejoong says, a foot stuck out to keep the doors from closing too soon. A moment of hesitation, and then he pushes their mouths together for a brief urgent kiss before he lets go of Yoochun's hand.
Yoochun presses the heel of his hands against his eyes, steeling himself as the elevator sinks downwards.
"Jaejoong," Yunho says, getting up from his seat as Jaejoong bursts through the door. Their belongings start sailing through the air, packing themselves into bags.
"They're downstairs," Jaejoong says tightly, brow knotted in concentration as their bags begin zipping themselves up. "Yoochun will hold them off."
"So we have ten minutes?" Junsu estimates, holding the door open.
Changmin nearly trips and falls in the mad rush to get out of the room, bags thrown over his shoulder and trying to compartmentalize the flood of emotions he is absorbing. In between dashing into the elevator and trying to slow down his breathing, he utters a prayer for Yoochun and crosses his fingers hard.
Yoochun is sweating. He has to get one of them alone. There are three of them, one of them at the reception desk, probably asking about them. Another one is standing near the doors, and the last one is walking around the lobby, his shoes making annoying clicks on the marble floor.
There are so many ways for this to go wrong, but Yoochun knows he has to take the chance. He lunges out of the corner he's been hiding in, grabs the man as he walks past and clapping a hand over his mouth so he doesn't shout for help.
"You'll not make a sound," Yoochun says, looking intently into the man's eyes. He lets go off the man when he sees his eyes slide out of focus and take on a glassy shine. "You will find your two partners," Yoochun says, keeping his voice soothing and low, hypnotizing. "And then you will tell them you saw me get into an elevator and that you saw the elevator stop on the seventh floor, and you will make sure they follow you up. You will not tell them you saw me here. You will then knock your two partners out and tie them up. After that, you will-"
Take your gun and shoot yourself in the head, Yoochun wants to say, but he knows that if they die, the Academy will never forgive them. They can't risk that kind of wrath from the Academy. They are only five people.
"After that, you will take your gun," Yoochun continues. "And shoot your own leg. You will make sure all this is done under ten minutes."
Yoochun exhales shakily. "You will start now," he whispers and shoves the man out of the corner. He watches as the man walks over to his counterpart standing by the door.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Changmin stepping out of the elevator. Alarmed, Yoochun catches his eye and mouths hide frantically until Changmin gets the message and retreats back into the elevator. Fifteen seconds later, the three men are running past him, towards the elevators.
Another minute later, the five of them are on the run again.
"In about ten minutes, he'll snap out of it and call for backup," Yoochun shouts as they get into their car. "Where do we go now?"
Changmin gets into the passenger seat, taking Yunho's usual spot. "I know somewhere," he explains, slamming the car door shut. Yoochun starts the car up, glancing backwards to see if everyone is safely in the car.
"Where to?" Yoochun says breathlessly, swerving onto the main road.
Changmin closes his eyes, recites an address.
"That's about fifteen minutes away," Yunho says from the back-seat. "Changmin, where's this place?"
Changmin knuckles his eyes. They are beginning to hurt. "My house," he answers.
Changmin has this nightmare that comes back to haunt him every once in a while.
Since he was taken to the Academy, he has never seen his family. He still remembers how his house looks like. In his dream, it looks exactly the way it did when he left.
He is always standing on the front steps, his hand on the door knob.
When he pushes the door and steps inside, everything is in its place. The umbrella stand, the mirror, their family photograph, the television. Everything except his parents and his younger sisters. The house is empty.
He walks through the house, opening the doors, shouting for his mother, his father, the names of his two sisters. No one answers. His voice echoes through the vacant house. The last door he opens is the door to his room.
The moment he pushes it open, he is blinded by piercing light. He feels as though he's trapped in the heart of a hurricane, the core of chaos. It's deafening, and he screams until sharp pain blisters in his throat. He is uprooted from where the ground, and he's spinning, swirling, spiralling away.
When he opens his eyes, his hand is still holding onto the edge of the door, holding it open, but he is not looking into his room.
He is looking into a dark pit, terrifying in its endless depth. He is looking into the yawning chasm of a life he's destined to lead alone.
Continue to Part III
Back to Part I
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MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: The Sound of Flight - Part II
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): OT5
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
All parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Interlude | Part IV
Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII (final)
The Sound of Flight
Part II
Yunho was taken to the Academy without knowing where he was going. He didn't quite understand why his mother was crying, or why his father's face had turned such a ghastly shade of grey. He didn't understand why the men in suits had to give him an injection that made him so weak that he didn't even have any strength to walk.
They had to push him in a wheelchair. Yunho asked them where they were taking him.
They told him that he was going to a place where he'd be with other people like him. It'll be better than home. He'd meet new friends, he'd have lots of fun. Yunho was too young to wonder if the smiles they were giving him were sincere.
The first seven months at the Academy, he learnt how to control his strength, learnt how to bend a metal rod without snapping it in half, learnt to hug someone tightly without breaking their ribs. At the end of his seventh month at the Academy, he met Junsu.
Junsu, who could breathe fire, conjure fire balls in his hands, burn down an entire building at will, and had the brightest smile Yunho had ever seen and for the first time in seven months, Yunho found a reason to stay.
Years later, Junsu becomes Yunho's reason to leave.
Jaejoong corners Yunho in the bathroom later in the morning, hooks his fingers to the waistband of Yunho's jeans. If Junsu is Yunho's best friend, then Jaejoong is all the grey areas between best friend, lover, brother and everything else.
"What did Yoochun tell you?" Jaejoong says, leaning against the sink. "I heard your voices this morning when I was half-asleep."
Yunho stares into the mirror. Jaejoong finds his gaze in the reflection, and the corners of his lips turn up in the beginnings of a smile.
"Junsu and Changmin," Yunho supplies and Jaejoong's smile grows wider. It brings light into his eyes, and Yunho's stomach does a slow, agonizing flip.
"Jaejoong," Yunho says as Jaejoong leans closer. Jaejoong's breath smells like berries, Yunho thinks while trying to lean backwards, but Jaejoong's hands on his hips hold him in place. When Jaejoong kisses him, Yunho knows that Jaejoong will move a hand to touch his face, his shoulders, because they've done this so many times before it takes only a heartbeat to fall into rhythm with each other.
Yunho is the one with the super strength, but his legs tremble when Jaejoong sinks slowly to his knees. He pulls down the zip with his teeth, that little tease, and Yunho can think of two million things to say, but he just ends up gasping Jaejoong's name over and over again like it's the only thing he can remember.
Jaejoong's mouth closes over him, wet and hot. Yunho watches dizzily as his shirt unbuttons itself and falls to the floor.
"Relax," Jaejoong murmurs. He looks up, and his eyes are wide and amused. Yunho nods, lets his fingers tug at Jaejoong's hair, urging him to go faster, and thinks I trust you.
Changmin walks on the street, listening to the cacophonous hum of city life, a blur of activity as faces flash past him, nameless, foreign. He wonders if the other four will miss him, if they will realize that he's gone. He knows that it took nearly an hour for them to realize that he'd left the house, and he wonders how long it'll take this time.
He doesn't blame them. He can't, not when he doesn't know anyone of them nearly half as well as they know each other. The first day he was transferred to the Academy, he heard that Jaejoong and Yunho are best friends, and then there's Yunho and Junsu who have known each other right from the beginning. Of course, there's also Jaejoong and Yoochun who seem like they can read each others' minds, and Yoochun and Junsu who are practically attached at the hip.
Changmin never expected or wanted to fit in anywhere between the four of them, but things happened, and now he is here. Trapped in the tangle, stuck in the web of sticky relationships.
His first few days at the Academy, he heard people talking about him. They couldn't figure out his gift. Changmin didn't talk much, and no one dared to speak to him. He's the precocious one, the one that passed basic control in a few months, he heard some of them saying. Did you hear? He was transferred here from Special. He did basic control there. He thinks he's better than the rest of us. What do you think he can do? He's so weird, why won't he say anything?
Junsu was the first person to speak to him, during the lonely days when Changmin spent all his time wandering the corridors, going through his own emotions, and the emotions from other people that he absorbs like a porous sponge from the atmosphere around him. Junsu had introduced himself, held out a hand and blinded Changmin with the intensity of his smile.
Changmin keeps on walking until he walks past a small cosy-looking café. He stops, pushes the door open and orders a coffee. He picks a seat by the window, and stares out at the throng of people passing by.
Fifteen minutes later, Changmin sees Junsu walk past. Junsu misses him at first, walking straight ahead. Changmin watches as Junsu pauses a little down the street, turning back instinctively and spotting Changmin instantly. Changmin blinks back at him, and Junsu backtracks, opening the door to the café, the soft tinkle of bells announcing his entrance.
He slides into the seat opposite Changmin.
"Why do you keep doing this?" Junsu asks, taking Changmin's cup of coffee without asking and taking a gulp from it.
Changmin shrugs in answer. He doesn't know the answer himself.
Junsu humours him for half an hour, sits with him in café, watching the world from inside. After half an hour, he reaches across the table, touching Changmin's arm to get his attention. "Let's go back," he says.
Changmin follows him out of the café, realizing how many things those three words can mean.
When they get back to their hotel room, they walk in on Jaejoong and Yoochun, heads bent together, speaking in voices too soft to be heard. Changmin shivers at the intimacy of the moment, at the way Jaejoong's fingers tap a rhythm against Yoochun's thigh, and he can't help but notice that they are nearly close enough to kiss.
When he turns around to look at Junsu who's standing next to him, there's a look on Junsu's face that he can't decipher. He tries to read the feelings that roll off Junsu, and realises that he can't figure them out either.
Junsu remembers the best things about being at the Academy, and he remembers the worst things. He remembers skipping lessons with Yoochun and stealing clandestine kisses along empty corridors; remembers all of them gathering in Yunho's room at night and falling asleep on the floor with his head pillowed on Jaejoong's stomach; remembers drawing Changmin's first smile from him like a single fragile thread and the beautiful sound of his laughter.
And the night the Academy nearly broke Changmin.
Junsu heard the footsteps first. He opened the door to see Changmin running down the corridor, a hand pressed over his mouth. Changmin rushed past him, a blur of movement, but in one split second Junsu saw the silver web of tears on his face. Alarmed, he shut the door behind him and went after Changmin.
When Changmin finally stopped running, leaning into a wall and sliding downwards, Junsu wished that Jaejoong was here. Jaejoong would know what to do. He would know how to fix this.
"Changmin," he said, kneeling down.
Changmin didn't say a thing, he cried for a long time, and Junsu just knelt there beside him. Junsu wanted to ask questions, but didn't how to ask them, so he kept quiet. He reasoned that if Changmin wanted to tell him, he would on his own.
Changmin didn't tell him anything.
Junsu figured it out on his own when he was called to the Office the next day. An hour later, Changmin held his hair back as he threw up into the toilet, humming soothingly as his hand rubbed circles on Junsu's back.
"You didn't say yes," Changmin said when Junsu was done throwing up. He was smiling, a small pained smile, but nevertheless, a smile. "I knew you wouldn't say yes."
That day, they talked for a long time, deep into the night. The longest time Junsu had ever spent with Changmin alone.
"I almost said yes," Changmin told him, lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Junsu turned to look at him, fighting the overwhelming urge to hold Changmin's hand. He kept his hands fisted by his side, the heat from Changmin radiating across the bare inch of space between them. "I was afraid of what they'd do to me if I said no." Suddenly, he turned around, so they were face to face. Junsu stopped breathing.
"But then I thought, Junsu wouldn't say yes if they asked him. Yunho wouldn't either. Jaejoong and Yoochun wouldn't too, if they were in my position. And I had to be brave like them, just this one time," Changmin whispered.
There was a long silence. Outside, it was a starless night, and the moon was almost white.
"Junsu," Changmin said, so quiet Junsu had to strain to hear him. "Junsu, I'm scared."
Before Junsu leaned forward, narrowing the distance between them, Changmin was already closing his eyes in quiet invitation.
Jaejoong sees them first. Yoochun is talking, tugging at Jaejoong's elbow as the elevator doors open. Two steps out of the elevator and Jaejoong sees them, walking in through the glass doors.
It's the way they walk. Stiff, straight as a rod. And the way their gazes sweep the hotel lobby. Jaejoong knows they have to be from the Academy.
"Shit, shit, shit," Jaejoong chants, grabbing Yoochun's hand and pulling him back into the elevator and pushing the close button fiercely in blind panic until the elevator doors slide shut. Yunho, Junsu and Changmin are still in the room- so one of them has to go back and tell the three of them, Jaejoong thinks, trying to push his panic aside.
"You go and get them," Yoochun says, reading him like an open book. "I'll go back down and hold them off."
The doors slide open. "Be careful," Jaejoong says, a foot stuck out to keep the doors from closing too soon. A moment of hesitation, and then he pushes their mouths together for a brief urgent kiss before he lets go of Yoochun's hand.
Yoochun presses the heel of his hands against his eyes, steeling himself as the elevator sinks downwards.
"Jaejoong," Yunho says, getting up from his seat as Jaejoong bursts through the door. Their belongings start sailing through the air, packing themselves into bags.
"They're downstairs," Jaejoong says tightly, brow knotted in concentration as their bags begin zipping themselves up. "Yoochun will hold them off."
"So we have ten minutes?" Junsu estimates, holding the door open.
Changmin nearly trips and falls in the mad rush to get out of the room, bags thrown over his shoulder and trying to compartmentalize the flood of emotions he is absorbing. In between dashing into the elevator and trying to slow down his breathing, he utters a prayer for Yoochun and crosses his fingers hard.
Yoochun is sweating. He has to get one of them alone. There are three of them, one of them at the reception desk, probably asking about them. Another one is standing near the doors, and the last one is walking around the lobby, his shoes making annoying clicks on the marble floor.
There are so many ways for this to go wrong, but Yoochun knows he has to take the chance. He lunges out of the corner he's been hiding in, grabs the man as he walks past and clapping a hand over his mouth so he doesn't shout for help.
"You'll not make a sound," Yoochun says, looking intently into the man's eyes. He lets go off the man when he sees his eyes slide out of focus and take on a glassy shine. "You will find your two partners," Yoochun says, keeping his voice soothing and low, hypnotizing. "And then you will tell them you saw me get into an elevator and that you saw the elevator stop on the seventh floor, and you will make sure they follow you up. You will not tell them you saw me here. You will then knock your two partners out and tie them up. After that, you will-"
Take your gun and shoot yourself in the head, Yoochun wants to say, but he knows that if they die, the Academy will never forgive them. They can't risk that kind of wrath from the Academy. They are only five people.
"After that, you will take your gun," Yoochun continues. "And shoot your own leg. You will make sure all this is done under ten minutes."
Yoochun exhales shakily. "You will start now," he whispers and shoves the man out of the corner. He watches as the man walks over to his counterpart standing by the door.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Changmin stepping out of the elevator. Alarmed, Yoochun catches his eye and mouths hide frantically until Changmin gets the message and retreats back into the elevator. Fifteen seconds later, the three men are running past him, towards the elevators.
Another minute later, the five of them are on the run again.
"In about ten minutes, he'll snap out of it and call for backup," Yoochun shouts as they get into their car. "Where do we go now?"
Changmin gets into the passenger seat, taking Yunho's usual spot. "I know somewhere," he explains, slamming the car door shut. Yoochun starts the car up, glancing backwards to see if everyone is safely in the car.
"Where to?" Yoochun says breathlessly, swerving onto the main road.
Changmin closes his eyes, recites an address.
"That's about fifteen minutes away," Yunho says from the back-seat. "Changmin, where's this place?"
Changmin knuckles his eyes. They are beginning to hurt. "My house," he answers.
Changmin has this nightmare that comes back to haunt him every once in a while.
Since he was taken to the Academy, he has never seen his family. He still remembers how his house looks like. In his dream, it looks exactly the way it did when he left.
He is always standing on the front steps, his hand on the door knob.
When he pushes the door and steps inside, everything is in its place. The umbrella stand, the mirror, their family photograph, the television. Everything except his parents and his younger sisters. The house is empty.
He walks through the house, opening the doors, shouting for his mother, his father, the names of his two sisters. No one answers. His voice echoes through the vacant house. The last door he opens is the door to his room.
The moment he pushes it open, he is blinded by piercing light. He feels as though he's trapped in the heart of a hurricane, the core of chaos. It's deafening, and he screams until sharp pain blisters in his throat. He is uprooted from where the ground, and he's spinning, swirling, spiralling away.
When he opens his eyes, his hand is still holding onto the edge of the door, holding it open, but he is not looking into his room.
He is looking into a dark pit, terrifying in its endless depth. He is looking into the yawning chasm of a life he's destined to lead alone.
Continue to Part III
Back to Part I
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MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE