Illusion
Title: Illusion
Pairing: Minho / Key
Length : 1,826 words
Rating: PG
Genre: angst, romance,
Summary: “A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
It was a game. He knew that. Everything was just a game, a creation of his mind, but it looked and felt so real. He had been warned that if he let it grasp him it sucks him in, body and soul. That was exactly what was happening right now. He had been careless and now he had to pay. Mindlessly he ran down the hall. Where is this going? Where? Minho was already panting hard from the speed he rushed through the alleys with. Where was he? Where was this place? Where did he have to go?He was so confused. Finally he reached the end of the endless hall only to find himself at another crossroad, again. Left, right, left, right. Where should he go next?
“A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
This sentence echoed in his head over and over again. What did that have to do with his current situation? He was desperate and his hopes were shrinking to a minimum with every minute that passed by. Frustrated, he kicked the wall. He had lost track of where he was long ago. By now he was blindly running through identical corridors with only one destination, finding the exit and Kibum.
“I trust in you.” He remembered the dark brown orbs sadly gazing back at him as he had entered the huge doors. Minho was at his end, he needed to get out of here. Frantically he pushed a hand through his hair, fisting it in rage; rage about his own stupidity. Hot tears left the corner of his eyes and he crouched down to the floor.
These endless halls where exhausting. Everything looked like out of an old story. Old pictures showed families neatly posing for the camera. Black and white shots with antic looking landscapes and rooms were hanging side by side, covering the whole wall. Every inch was covered with dark wood. The ceiling, the floor, the walls. Here and there was a tiny light giving off a warm glow which had a suffocating effect on Minho. It felt like eternity, the time he had already spent here. His dry throat was killing him and the only thing that kept him going was Kibum. He was waiting for him to return, standing in the bright hall in front of the door, waiting and believing in him.
Sweat ran down his temples. Tiredness and exhaustion overwhelming him, he leaned back and with the help of the gravitation he fell into a sitting position against the wall. Hands still buried in his hair, he drained his brain for another clue, a tiny hint he might have overlooked. Something, anything that might help him find a way out of this labyrinth. By now his hot, angry tears had turned into miserable, sad and frustrated ones.
“Stay focused. I need you. Come back safe.”
The day before when he had decided to do this task and talked to Kibum, the blonde had taken his face into his hands, locking eyes with him making sure that Minho would look at him. His eyes had sparkled from tears, but they had shown him the trust the other had in him.
He breathed in and out, calming his strained nerves.
“A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
Minho wiped the tears away and looked up again. A feather. He looked around maybe there was a feather somewhere. On the pictures maybe? Just like in all the other identical halls there were only family portraits and landscapes pictured. No feather. Controllable by the wind. He was standing in the dimly lit, stuffy corridor, the end not even in sight; most likely it ended in a crossroad again. Wind. There was no wind in these god damn halls. The only thing that could give him a hint were the pictures, so he inspected them again. There had to be something, it had to be!
“I’m here, I’ll wait right here,” it echoed through his head. Kibum would never leave him; he knew that and this certainty gave him even more reason to escape from this labyrinth. The other male had had tears in his eyes and Minho had wanted nothing more than stretch his hand out and wipe them away. But Kibum wasn’t with him right now. The desperation and anger inside him rose again, but before they could take hold of his mind again he shook them away. He couldn’t give up right now. If he wanted to see Kibum happy again he would have to get out of here as fast as possible.
Once again he inspected the pictures. Very slowly he walked along the wall and looked at all the pictures, trying to connect them somehow or find a hint for his way out. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reached the next crossroad, as expected. He looked to his left where a beautiful picture of a young lady from the 80s hung. She stood in front of a big white house. It was a really fancy building and the young woman was beautiful as well. She had long black hair held back by a hair band and her long strands flew to the left as well as her dress. The long skirt was blown to the left. Apparently the wind was rather heavy when the picture was taken.
The wind!
He looked at the next picture. It was an open field of corn and the ears swayed in the soft breeze that was blowing. The next picture as well. The family picture showed a big group posing for the camera, but there was a small girl in front of the group moving to stand up and run; after her hat that was blown off her head. On the next picture as well and the next and the one that followed. On every picture there was something that was moved by the wind and the direction was the same. It was left, so left it was.
Minho turned back and ran down the hall to the crossroad he had come from earlier. He stopped and looked at the pictures. Hope rose inside of him, he was finally getting out of here. Finally he would be able to see his beloved Kibum again, embrace him, wipe away these tears that left his eyes and tell him everything was going to be alright. Even a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips and the energy he had searched for suddenly was back. He felt alive again, adrenaline cursing through his veins, causing his heart to pick up a faster pace.
The pictures showed him the way and for the first time since he had entered this mess of corridors he felt he was right, not like he was walking in circles. But even though he was now sure that he was right, it took an eternity to finally get to the point he felt he was near the exit.
He thought about Kibum again, like he had done the whole time. The other male was the only reason he fought so hard to get back. His sparkling eyes when Minho came home, the bright smile that showed every time he had done something for him, whether it was a text message, saying ‘I miss you’ or that he came home earlier. Kibum was always cheerful. He was the sun in Minho’s dull life, giving him the spirit to live through everything. Minho could do anything as long as Kibum was by his side.
Minho stopped in his tracks and also his thoughts were interrupted, because the end of this corridor wasn’t a crossroad, it were stairs. Now he was absolutely sure that he was leaving here. This was the way out. Minho started running again and didn’t care about the stairs. He took two at a time, skipping as much as possible. It was a really long staircase, but Minho couldn’t stop. His lungs already protested, claiming a break from the running, needing more oxygen. He didn’t stop. Kibum. Kibum. Kibum. That was everything that filled his mind in this moment. The dim light from the corridors was chased away by a brighter light and the air was replaced by a fresher one, making it much easier to breath.
Finally he reached the top end of the stairs and stopped again. Minho was facing a massive two wing door. He only saw the silhouette, because there was a really bright light shining from behind the door and he slowly reached his hand out for the door handle. His fingers were slightly shaking as they gripped the cold metal and a shiver ran down his spine. He was going to do that. He would open this door and finally see Kibum again, coming back to him as promised.
The handle smoothly went down under his hand and the door heavily opened up. Minho was welcomed with a very bright light blinding him and he squeezed his eyes to little slits, holding an arm in front of his face to see better. Still there was nothing but light in front of him.
Suddenly his hand was hesitantly squeezed and he was surprised, because there was nobody next to him. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes started to adjust to the light and his surrounding got clearer. Right next to him was Kibum and the heavy feeling that he could have done something wrong and still wasn’t out was immediately erased. A small smile stole his way to his lips and Kibum returned it ten times brighter, a small tear of joy leavening his eyes.
“Minho,” he breathed out. His face mirrored pure relieve and happiness and Minho wanted to cup his cheek with the hand that was not held by Kibum. He couldn’t stretch it too far when he felt a sting in his hand. Confused, he averted his gaze from Kibum’s face and noticed the rest of the room. He lay in a hospital room everything decorated in white and at the back of his hand there was a transfusion.
“I knew you’d come back. I’m so happy.” Kibum held Minho’s hand up to his own face and softly placed it against his cheek, closing his eyes. He looked so incredibly glad that Minho was with him again.
“Of course, I’ll always be there with you,” Minho answered tenderly. His gaze focused on Kibum again, taking his whole presence in. He kind of looked drained out and exhausted, but at the same time so happy and relieved. What had that place been? The corridors, the pictures, the stuffy air, the wind - had it all just been a creation of his mind? Minho closed his eyes for a second to get the confusion to fade away. The most important thing was that he was with Kibum again and that was all that counted in the end.
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a/n:
okay this was actually a dream i really had. But only the beginning^^ i had to make somehting out of it in the end. i started writing and in the middle i stopped and had the problem of finding a problem^^" he could have so that the whole thing had some sense. (in the end my friend helped me out with the idea about Minho lying in the hospital).
oh and maybe i make it a two-shot. but only when i find the time and muse to write it :DDD
hope you liked it.
bye ~
Pairing: Minho / Key
Length : 1,826 words
Rating: PG
Genre: angst, romance,
Summary: “A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
It was a game. He knew that. Everything was just a game, a creation of his mind, but it looked and felt so real. He had been warned that if he let it grasp him it sucks him in, body and soul. That was exactly what was happening right now. He had been careless and now he had to pay. Mindlessly he ran down the hall. Where is this going? Where? Minho was already panting hard from the speed he rushed through the alleys with. Where was he? Where was this place? Where did he have to go?He was so confused. Finally he reached the end of the endless hall only to find himself at another crossroad, again. Left, right, left, right. Where should he go next?
“A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
This sentence echoed in his head over and over again. What did that have to do with his current situation? He was desperate and his hopes were shrinking to a minimum with every minute that passed by. Frustrated, he kicked the wall. He had lost track of where he was long ago. By now he was blindly running through identical corridors with only one destination, finding the exit and Kibum.
“I trust in you.” He remembered the dark brown orbs sadly gazing back at him as he had entered the huge doors. Minho was at his end, he needed to get out of here. Frantically he pushed a hand through his hair, fisting it in rage; rage about his own stupidity. Hot tears left the corner of his eyes and he crouched down to the floor.
These endless halls where exhausting. Everything looked like out of an old story. Old pictures showed families neatly posing for the camera. Black and white shots with antic looking landscapes and rooms were hanging side by side, covering the whole wall. Every inch was covered with dark wood. The ceiling, the floor, the walls. Here and there was a tiny light giving off a warm glow which had a suffocating effect on Minho. It felt like eternity, the time he had already spent here. His dry throat was killing him and the only thing that kept him going was Kibum. He was waiting for him to return, standing in the bright hall in front of the door, waiting and believing in him.
Sweat ran down his temples. Tiredness and exhaustion overwhelming him, he leaned back and with the help of the gravitation he fell into a sitting position against the wall. Hands still buried in his hair, he drained his brain for another clue, a tiny hint he might have overlooked. Something, anything that might help him find a way out of this labyrinth. By now his hot, angry tears had turned into miserable, sad and frustrated ones.
“Stay focused. I need you. Come back safe.”
The day before when he had decided to do this task and talked to Kibum, the blonde had taken his face into his hands, locking eyes with him making sure that Minho would look at him. His eyes had sparkled from tears, but they had shown him the trust the other had in him.
He breathed in and out, calming his strained nerves.
“A feather floats through the air only controllable by the wind itself.”
Minho wiped the tears away and looked up again. A feather. He looked around maybe there was a feather somewhere. On the pictures maybe? Just like in all the other identical halls there were only family portraits and landscapes pictured. No feather. Controllable by the wind. He was standing in the dimly lit, stuffy corridor, the end not even in sight; most likely it ended in a crossroad again. Wind. There was no wind in these god damn halls. The only thing that could give him a hint were the pictures, so he inspected them again. There had to be something, it had to be!
“I’m here, I’ll wait right here,” it echoed through his head. Kibum would never leave him; he knew that and this certainty gave him even more reason to escape from this labyrinth. The other male had had tears in his eyes and Minho had wanted nothing more than stretch his hand out and wipe them away. But Kibum wasn’t with him right now. The desperation and anger inside him rose again, but before they could take hold of his mind again he shook them away. He couldn’t give up right now. If he wanted to see Kibum happy again he would have to get out of here as fast as possible.
Once again he inspected the pictures. Very slowly he walked along the wall and looked at all the pictures, trying to connect them somehow or find a hint for his way out. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reached the next crossroad, as expected. He looked to his left where a beautiful picture of a young lady from the 80s hung. She stood in front of a big white house. It was a really fancy building and the young woman was beautiful as well. She had long black hair held back by a hair band and her long strands flew to the left as well as her dress. The long skirt was blown to the left. Apparently the wind was rather heavy when the picture was taken.
The wind!
He looked at the next picture. It was an open field of corn and the ears swayed in the soft breeze that was blowing. The next picture as well. The family picture showed a big group posing for the camera, but there was a small girl in front of the group moving to stand up and run; after her hat that was blown off her head. On the next picture as well and the next and the one that followed. On every picture there was something that was moved by the wind and the direction was the same. It was left, so left it was.
Minho turned back and ran down the hall to the crossroad he had come from earlier. He stopped and looked at the pictures. Hope rose inside of him, he was finally getting out of here. Finally he would be able to see his beloved Kibum again, embrace him, wipe away these tears that left his eyes and tell him everything was going to be alright. Even a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips and the energy he had searched for suddenly was back. He felt alive again, adrenaline cursing through his veins, causing his heart to pick up a faster pace.
The pictures showed him the way and for the first time since he had entered this mess of corridors he felt he was right, not like he was walking in circles. But even though he was now sure that he was right, it took an eternity to finally get to the point he felt he was near the exit.
He thought about Kibum again, like he had done the whole time. The other male was the only reason he fought so hard to get back. His sparkling eyes when Minho came home, the bright smile that showed every time he had done something for him, whether it was a text message, saying ‘I miss you’ or that he came home earlier. Kibum was always cheerful. He was the sun in Minho’s dull life, giving him the spirit to live through everything. Minho could do anything as long as Kibum was by his side.
Minho stopped in his tracks and also his thoughts were interrupted, because the end of this corridor wasn’t a crossroad, it were stairs. Now he was absolutely sure that he was leaving here. This was the way out. Minho started running again and didn’t care about the stairs. He took two at a time, skipping as much as possible. It was a really long staircase, but Minho couldn’t stop. His lungs already protested, claiming a break from the running, needing more oxygen. He didn’t stop. Kibum. Kibum. Kibum. That was everything that filled his mind in this moment. The dim light from the corridors was chased away by a brighter light and the air was replaced by a fresher one, making it much easier to breath.
Finally he reached the top end of the stairs and stopped again. Minho was facing a massive two wing door. He only saw the silhouette, because there was a really bright light shining from behind the door and he slowly reached his hand out for the door handle. His fingers were slightly shaking as they gripped the cold metal and a shiver ran down his spine. He was going to do that. He would open this door and finally see Kibum again, coming back to him as promised.
The handle smoothly went down under his hand and the door heavily opened up. Minho was welcomed with a very bright light blinding him and he squeezed his eyes to little slits, holding an arm in front of his face to see better. Still there was nothing but light in front of him.
Suddenly his hand was hesitantly squeezed and he was surprised, because there was nobody next to him. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes started to adjust to the light and his surrounding got clearer. Right next to him was Kibum and the heavy feeling that he could have done something wrong and still wasn’t out was immediately erased. A small smile stole his way to his lips and Kibum returned it ten times brighter, a small tear of joy leavening his eyes.
“Minho,” he breathed out. His face mirrored pure relieve and happiness and Minho wanted to cup his cheek with the hand that was not held by Kibum. He couldn’t stretch it too far when he felt a sting in his hand. Confused, he averted his gaze from Kibum’s face and noticed the rest of the room. He lay in a hospital room everything decorated in white and at the back of his hand there was a transfusion.
“I knew you’d come back. I’m so happy.” Kibum held Minho’s hand up to his own face and softly placed it against his cheek, closing his eyes. He looked so incredibly glad that Minho was with him again.
“Of course, I’ll always be there with you,” Minho answered tenderly. His gaze focused on Kibum again, taking his whole presence in. He kind of looked drained out and exhausted, but at the same time so happy and relieved. What had that place been? The corridors, the pictures, the stuffy air, the wind - had it all just been a creation of his mind? Minho closed his eyes for a second to get the confusion to fade away. The most important thing was that he was with Kibum again and that was all that counted in the end.
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a/n:
okay this was actually a dream i really had. But only the beginning^^ i had to make somehting out of it in the end. i started writing and in the middle i stopped and had the problem of finding a problem^^" he could have so that the whole thing had some sense. (in the end my friend helped me out with the idea about Minho lying in the hospital).
oh and maybe i make it a two-shot. but only when i find the time and muse to write it :DDD
hope you liked it.
bye ~