[FANFIC] the quiet world
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: G
Genre: Apocalyptic! AU
Summary: The world is ending when they are beginning
Highly inspired by The Quiet World by Jeffery McDaniel
we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
The world?
Oh, it’s dead.
Everything hurts, everything.
There is no noise, no movement, no one in sight, it’s like nobody existed. Ever. Yunho’s eyes flutter open, everything aches, he’s bleeding, he can tell because his arms, his legs, his face, they are all stinging and hurting. He tries to breathe, but it hurts. He coughs, dust rises and falls lightly across his face, it burns.
What happened?
Everything’s a blur, a hazy memory; one moment Yunho’s walking to Changmin’s apartment next moment everything’s shaking and falling and burning and exploding and flooding and falling. There are dead people, burnt bodies, half burnt bodies, ruined cars, there are no buildings that are left standing; everything, everyone are reduced to ashes.
And Changmin?
Yunho looks around with difficulty;
Where’s Changmin? Where’s Changmin? There’s no Changmin. He lets of a whimper of a cry and tries to sit up, he wants to call out, he wants to scream, he wants to look for Changmin, but there is no Changmin. No Changmin anywhere.
The silence is chaotic in his head; it’s too noisy; so noisy it hurt more. He sits up and pain shoots up his spine, he throws his head against the broken wall, he believes this is Changmin’s apartment he’s leaning against.
Everything looks brown and decayed and dead, fumes rise to the air, the sky looks sickening, he doesn’t seem to spot the sunlight, the tears roll without control, he’s surprised he still has emotions.
Something falls, something like metal and he hears voices, they sound so distant and away he doesn’t even want to try to reach out to them. He shuts his eyes, breathes in and out (and in and out and in and out) and he tries to just pretend that he’s dead, he’s one of the bodies, one of them
There are voices again, they sound much more nearer, like the voices are getting closer, like there are people, there are living people left, like human beings. It gets closer, the voices, it’s getting closer and louder and along with the voices, he sees people, like real ones.
There are three of them, they are making their way carefully past everything; looking under the broken metal, under rocks and debris; they are trying to help and Yunho wants to reach out to them, he tries to lift his hand, tries to signal them and one of them notices him and walks quickly as possible.
“Jaejoong Hyung…” he calls out; “Jaejoong Hyung….he’s alive.”
A man runs up to them; Jaejoong, that’s his name, Jaejoong. It sounds nice, his name.
“Can you hear me?” The man who first reached him asks; “Nod a little, if you can.”
Yunho nods lightly. It hurts, he still nods.
“Yoochun, it’s a miracle he’s alive.” Jaejoong says, his voice is soft, real and Yunho thinks angels might just be real walk on earth.
The third one walks over to them with what looks like the back seat of a something that used to be a car. Or it could have been a sofa.
“We could carry him on this…” the third one says and the other two nod.
“This is going to hurt a bit…” Jaejoong whispers and Yunho just closes his eyes again, nothing could hurt more and then how it hurts now. Something happens, Yunho isn’t too sure of what’s happening, he feels so light when he gets lifted; he passes out when something soft hits head and Jaejoong’s smiling image is the last picture that gets imprinted in mind.
Yunho wakes up to the smell of tea and noodles and momentarily forgets there’s nothing left in this world. But reality hits him when he realizes there is no roof over his head.
He remembers Jaejoong, that’s all he can remember; he sits up, his wounds are nicely dressed with cloth, sponge, something. There are just a few other people, other then him, but there is no Jaejoong.
“You’re up.” Someone walks towards him; he was the guy with Jaejoong, the one who walked up to first. “Here, have some tea.” He sits down next to Yunho and helps him to sip the tea.
“Thank you…” Yunho manages, bowing lightly.
“Don’t be…” the man waves it off; “I am Yoochun, by the way.”
“Yunho….”
Yoochun nods his head and helps Yunho sip on his tea again; “All these people - “
“Survivors.” Yoochun smiles; “You must be really thankful…”
“I am…”
They lapse into silence again; Yunho finishes his tea and watches how Yoochun just quietly walks away. Jaejoong walks in right after Yoochun leaves and he immediately rushes to Yunho’s side;
“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” he asks, eyes studying Yunho’s face intently.
“I’m fine - thank you.”
“Good.” Jaejoong breathes out and sits next to Yunho; “It’s funny huh? Everything ended so quickly…”
Yunho nods and doesn’t say anything; “I’m Yunho…” he says softly.
“Jaejoong…” Jaejoong introduces himself thought Yunho thinks it was completely un-necessary. “…and you should rest, it’s a miracle you lived through your wounds.” Jaejoong smiles and lightly helps Yunho to lie back into the mattress, Yunho slips back into sleep, thinking of Jaejoong’s smile again.
No one talks much; they were ten of them, Yunho including.
And nobody talks, everybody is indulged in their thoughts and they don’t know what to talk about; Jaejoong, who is possibly the least hurt of them all, tries to search for food and cooks for all of them, sometimes Junsu (the third one, who suggested they put Yunho on that backseat or sofa) sings at night and Yoochun lightly taps his foot to Junsu’s voice.
But nobody talks, nobody.
Yunho finds some sort of condolence around Jaejoong and prods him to stay around all the time; there is something about Jaejoong that gave Yunho strength, strangely. They don’t talk to each other, they just sit by each other at night, watching the flames of the bon fire; they don’t talk, there’s no sound, no noise. But there’s Jaejoong and there’s Yunho and they are together.
He thinks it’s maybe because he’s bored and that he is not allowed to move around a lot, he counts the number of words the people he’s with speak and strangely by the end of the day, everyone’s spoken about more or less hundred and sixty seven words; he’s realizes, he speaks about the same count, only not during the day and he realizes he doesn’t talk much at all during the day; mostly because there is no one he wants to talk to but Jaejoong.
They sit together again, at night, Yunho holds Jaejoong’s hands, it’s more comforting that way; he feels. Jaejoong scoots closer and his head finds Yunho’s shoulder and Yunho feels there is a better world in Jaejoong’s eyes.
“You know what…” Jaejoong whispers, tightening his grip around Yunho’s hand and he breathes evenly and Yunho realizes that was Jaejoong’s hundred sixty seventh.
“I love you…” Yunho finishes and realizes it’s his hundred and sixty seventh and there was no better he would want to use up his words, then directing it towards Jaejoong.
And they sit there together, listening to each other breathing.
-
the author says:
lmao, so much for thinking twice x'D.
Also read: pikasu's @ crosswards is here
And: chun_ji's is here
READ THEM~
Rating: G
Genre: Apocalyptic! AU
Summary: The world is ending when they are beginning
Highly inspired by The Quiet World by Jeffery McDaniel
we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
The world?
Oh, it’s dead.
Everything hurts, everything.
There is no noise, no movement, no one in sight, it’s like nobody existed. Ever. Yunho’s eyes flutter open, everything aches, he’s bleeding, he can tell because his arms, his legs, his face, they are all stinging and hurting. He tries to breathe, but it hurts. He coughs, dust rises and falls lightly across his face, it burns.
What happened?
Everything’s a blur, a hazy memory; one moment Yunho’s walking to Changmin’s apartment next moment everything’s shaking and falling and burning and exploding and flooding and falling. There are dead people, burnt bodies, half burnt bodies, ruined cars, there are no buildings that are left standing; everything, everyone are reduced to ashes.
And Changmin?
Yunho looks around with difficulty;
Where’s Changmin? Where’s Changmin? There’s no Changmin. He lets of a whimper of a cry and tries to sit up, he wants to call out, he wants to scream, he wants to look for Changmin, but there is no Changmin. No Changmin anywhere.
The silence is chaotic in his head; it’s too noisy; so noisy it hurt more. He sits up and pain shoots up his spine, he throws his head against the broken wall, he believes this is Changmin’s apartment he’s leaning against.
Everything looks brown and decayed and dead, fumes rise to the air, the sky looks sickening, he doesn’t seem to spot the sunlight, the tears roll without control, he’s surprised he still has emotions.
Something falls, something like metal and he hears voices, they sound so distant and away he doesn’t even want to try to reach out to them. He shuts his eyes, breathes in and out (and in and out and in and out) and he tries to just pretend that he’s dead, he’s one of the bodies, one of them
There are voices again, they sound much more nearer, like the voices are getting closer, like there are people, there are living people left, like human beings. It gets closer, the voices, it’s getting closer and louder and along with the voices, he sees people, like real ones.
There are three of them, they are making their way carefully past everything; looking under the broken metal, under rocks and debris; they are trying to help and Yunho wants to reach out to them, he tries to lift his hand, tries to signal them and one of them notices him and walks quickly as possible.
“Jaejoong Hyung…” he calls out; “Jaejoong Hyung….he’s alive.”
A man runs up to them; Jaejoong, that’s his name, Jaejoong. It sounds nice, his name.
“Can you hear me?” The man who first reached him asks; “Nod a little, if you can.”
Yunho nods lightly. It hurts, he still nods.
“Yoochun, it’s a miracle he’s alive.” Jaejoong says, his voice is soft, real and Yunho thinks angels might just be real walk on earth.
The third one walks over to them with what looks like the back seat of a something that used to be a car. Or it could have been a sofa.
“We could carry him on this…” the third one says and the other two nod.
“This is going to hurt a bit…” Jaejoong whispers and Yunho just closes his eyes again, nothing could hurt more and then how it hurts now. Something happens, Yunho isn’t too sure of what’s happening, he feels so light when he gets lifted; he passes out when something soft hits head and Jaejoong’s smiling image is the last picture that gets imprinted in mind.
Yunho wakes up to the smell of tea and noodles and momentarily forgets there’s nothing left in this world. But reality hits him when he realizes there is no roof over his head.
He remembers Jaejoong, that’s all he can remember; he sits up, his wounds are nicely dressed with cloth, sponge, something. There are just a few other people, other then him, but there is no Jaejoong.
“You’re up.” Someone walks towards him; he was the guy with Jaejoong, the one who walked up to first. “Here, have some tea.” He sits down next to Yunho and helps him to sip the tea.
“Thank you…” Yunho manages, bowing lightly.
“Don’t be…” the man waves it off; “I am Yoochun, by the way.”
“Yunho….”
Yoochun nods his head and helps Yunho sip on his tea again; “All these people - “
“Survivors.” Yoochun smiles; “You must be really thankful…”
“I am…”
They lapse into silence again; Yunho finishes his tea and watches how Yoochun just quietly walks away. Jaejoong walks in right after Yoochun leaves and he immediately rushes to Yunho’s side;
“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” he asks, eyes studying Yunho’s face intently.
“I’m fine - thank you.”
“Good.” Jaejoong breathes out and sits next to Yunho; “It’s funny huh? Everything ended so quickly…”
Yunho nods and doesn’t say anything; “I’m Yunho…” he says softly.
“Jaejoong…” Jaejoong introduces himself thought Yunho thinks it was completely un-necessary. “…and you should rest, it’s a miracle you lived through your wounds.” Jaejoong smiles and lightly helps Yunho to lie back into the mattress, Yunho slips back into sleep, thinking of Jaejoong’s smile again.
No one talks much; they were ten of them, Yunho including.
And nobody talks, everybody is indulged in their thoughts and they don’t know what to talk about; Jaejoong, who is possibly the least hurt of them all, tries to search for food and cooks for all of them, sometimes Junsu (the third one, who suggested they put Yunho on that backseat or sofa) sings at night and Yoochun lightly taps his foot to Junsu’s voice.
But nobody talks, nobody.
Yunho finds some sort of condolence around Jaejoong and prods him to stay around all the time; there is something about Jaejoong that gave Yunho strength, strangely. They don’t talk to each other, they just sit by each other at night, watching the flames of the bon fire; they don’t talk, there’s no sound, no noise. But there’s Jaejoong and there’s Yunho and they are together.
He thinks it’s maybe because he’s bored and that he is not allowed to move around a lot, he counts the number of words the people he’s with speak and strangely by the end of the day, everyone’s spoken about more or less hundred and sixty seven words; he’s realizes, he speaks about the same count, only not during the day and he realizes he doesn’t talk much at all during the day; mostly because there is no one he wants to talk to but Jaejoong.
They sit together again, at night, Yunho holds Jaejoong’s hands, it’s more comforting that way; he feels. Jaejoong scoots closer and his head finds Yunho’s shoulder and Yunho feels there is a better world in Jaejoong’s eyes.
“You know what…” Jaejoong whispers, tightening his grip around Yunho’s hand and he breathes evenly and Yunho realizes that was Jaejoong’s hundred sixty seventh.
“I love you…” Yunho finishes and realizes it’s his hundred and sixty seventh and there was no better he would want to use up his words, then directing it towards Jaejoong.
And they sit there together, listening to each other breathing.
-
the author says:
lmao, so much for thinking twice x'D.
Also read: pikasu's @ crosswards is here
And: chun_ji's is here
READ THEM~