this is the end of the world
Title: This is the end of the world
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Daesung/TOP
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Warning: AU and character death.
Summary: It's the end of the world and it's not aliens or viruses or natural disasters. This is the fic where no survives.
Notes: This is not my first Big Bang fic, but the first one I've completed/posted. Thanks to H for humoring me. It's more surreal than depressing and works best if you're listening to Tablo's song called 유통기한 while you read it.
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He's standing in front of a huge picture window with the world ending around him. He feels like he's in a movie, only this is real. It's happening, everywhere. Not just Seoul, not just Korea. It's not aliens or viruses or natural disasters. It's the war everyone predicted and no one believed would happen. If he only has one regret, and he does, it's that he never got to enlist. Sure, he fought, he watched his friends die around him, but never in any kind of uniform and never officially for his government. What's left of his government.
It's nearly four am and the bombs never stop falling. He doesn't understand why his building, this building, is still standing. But he'll be here, until it falls. Until he falls with him in it. He knows, he heard on one of the infrequent radio broadcasts, that the war is nuclear war and that the end, the real end, is near. He doesn't know the details, he's not sure anyone does -- and he doesn't want to know them. The truth, that there's a nuclear bomb on its way to his city, is enough.
He turns away from the window. The room he's in is a sprawling office, or at least it used to be. The cubicles are long since abandoned, their chairs empty and computers useless. As he walks through the rows upon rows of desks, he sees the remnants of past lives, of the people who used to work at these desks. Family photos, fake flowers in tiny vases, a half filled cup of coffee. He reaches the far side of the room and stops by a door. He glances around, back over his shoulder and out the window, and then steps into the hall.
It's empty, as he knew it would be. There's only one other person in this whole building and it feels like they're the only two people left alive in the world. He knows this isn't true and not just from the planes continuously dropping bombs on them. He makes his way to the stairs, stepping into the complete darkness. Not even the emergency lights work anymore, their batteries long dead. He walks slowly, the walls buffer the noise of the bombs and it's almost as though everything's normal, that the power's just gone off. But as he walks up, the noise grows as does the heat, without air conditioning it has nowhere to go but up.
He finally reaches the roof and he pushes open the door. Fresh air rushes past him, the bombs whistling as they fall. And then there is silence. He steps out onto the flat surface and looks around. Dawn'll be breaking soon and their world with end with the rising sun. Or maybe just his city, but he's long since stopped caring which it is. His world will end and that's all that matters. Except, he thinks as he looks across the roof and sees a man standing near the edge, facing away from him, that's not entirely true.
The man turns and a faint smile crosses his face, just barely reaches his eyes. "Daesung." He says, his voice loud in the silence, the absence of bombs. He holds out his hand.
Daesung crosses the roof, picking his way over debris, from what he doesn't want to know. "Seunghyun." He whispers in reply, as he slides his hand into Seunghyun's.
"Watch the end of the world with me?" Seunghyun's voice is deep, but soft and almost gentle.
Daesung nods and steps in closer. He stares out over what's left of the city, their city. Their home. Fires dot the fading darkness and if he looked hard enough, he might even be able to see people. But he doesn't. Instead he steps in front of Seunghyun, then back until their bodies are flush against each other. Seunghyun wraps his arms around Daesung's shoulders, holding onto him. Daesung's hands rest on top of Seunghyun's.
As they stand, the sirens begin their long wail. Daesung knows that this time it's signalling the end. He pretends he can hear the whine of the plane's engine, the whistling as the bomb drops, but he can't hear either. All he can hear are the sirens.
Somewhere, high above them, flying through the atmosphere, comes the bomb. Their bomb. He doesn't want to watch, he's seen enough destruction to last a lifetime, and he doesn't even have one of those left. So he shifts, turning in Seunghyun's arms, until they're facing. He lifts his gaze to meet Seunghyun's and he thinks, if I have to die, at least I'm with you. He can clearly see his own thoughts written across Seunghyun's face.
He shifts forward, leaning in and presses his mouth against Seunghyun's. Above them, dropping and then falling, the bomb arrives. But the only things Daesung can hear are their breathing, the sound of Seunghyun's heart, the sound of his own. And then everything fades away.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Daesung/TOP
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Warning: AU and character death.
Summary: It's the end of the world and it's not aliens or viruses or natural disasters. This is the fic where no survives.
Notes: This is not my first Big Bang fic, but the first one I've completed/posted. Thanks to H for humoring me. It's more surreal than depressing and works best if you're listening to Tablo's song called 유통기한 while you read it.
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He's standing in front of a huge picture window with the world ending around him. He feels like he's in a movie, only this is real. It's happening, everywhere. Not just Seoul, not just Korea. It's not aliens or viruses or natural disasters. It's the war everyone predicted and no one believed would happen. If he only has one regret, and he does, it's that he never got to enlist. Sure, he fought, he watched his friends die around him, but never in any kind of uniform and never officially for his government. What's left of his government.
It's nearly four am and the bombs never stop falling. He doesn't understand why his building, this building, is still standing. But he'll be here, until it falls. Until he falls with him in it. He knows, he heard on one of the infrequent radio broadcasts, that the war is nuclear war and that the end, the real end, is near. He doesn't know the details, he's not sure anyone does -- and he doesn't want to know them. The truth, that there's a nuclear bomb on its way to his city, is enough.
He turns away from the window. The room he's in is a sprawling office, or at least it used to be. The cubicles are long since abandoned, their chairs empty and computers useless. As he walks through the rows upon rows of desks, he sees the remnants of past lives, of the people who used to work at these desks. Family photos, fake flowers in tiny vases, a half filled cup of coffee. He reaches the far side of the room and stops by a door. He glances around, back over his shoulder and out the window, and then steps into the hall.
It's empty, as he knew it would be. There's only one other person in this whole building and it feels like they're the only two people left alive in the world. He knows this isn't true and not just from the planes continuously dropping bombs on them. He makes his way to the stairs, stepping into the complete darkness. Not even the emergency lights work anymore, their batteries long dead. He walks slowly, the walls buffer the noise of the bombs and it's almost as though everything's normal, that the power's just gone off. But as he walks up, the noise grows as does the heat, without air conditioning it has nowhere to go but up.
He finally reaches the roof and he pushes open the door. Fresh air rushes past him, the bombs whistling as they fall. And then there is silence. He steps out onto the flat surface and looks around. Dawn'll be breaking soon and their world with end with the rising sun. Or maybe just his city, but he's long since stopped caring which it is. His world will end and that's all that matters. Except, he thinks as he looks across the roof and sees a man standing near the edge, facing away from him, that's not entirely true.
The man turns and a faint smile crosses his face, just barely reaches his eyes. "Daesung." He says, his voice loud in the silence, the absence of bombs. He holds out his hand.
Daesung crosses the roof, picking his way over debris, from what he doesn't want to know. "Seunghyun." He whispers in reply, as he slides his hand into Seunghyun's.
"Watch the end of the world with me?" Seunghyun's voice is deep, but soft and almost gentle.
Daesung nods and steps in closer. He stares out over what's left of the city, their city. Their home. Fires dot the fading darkness and if he looked hard enough, he might even be able to see people. But he doesn't. Instead he steps in front of Seunghyun, then back until their bodies are flush against each other. Seunghyun wraps his arms around Daesung's shoulders, holding onto him. Daesung's hands rest on top of Seunghyun's.
As they stand, the sirens begin their long wail. Daesung knows that this time it's signalling the end. He pretends he can hear the whine of the plane's engine, the whistling as the bomb drops, but he can't hear either. All he can hear are the sirens.
Somewhere, high above them, flying through the atmosphere, comes the bomb. Their bomb. He doesn't want to watch, he's seen enough destruction to last a lifetime, and he doesn't even have one of those left. So he shifts, turning in Seunghyun's arms, until they're facing. He lifts his gaze to meet Seunghyun's and he thinks, if I have to die, at least I'm with you. He can clearly see his own thoughts written across Seunghyun's face.
He shifts forward, leaning in and presses his mouth against Seunghyun's. Above them, dropping and then falling, the bomb arrives. But the only things Daesung can hear are their breathing, the sound of Seunghyun's heart, the sound of his own. And then everything fades away.