SuJu 100 fics: 062. God, Hankyung/Kangin
Author: Risabet
Title: 062. God, Hankyung/Kangin
Word count: 529, fic count 8/100
Rating: PG (I think)
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine
Summary: Answers don’t come easy for anyone. Afternoon in the train station.
The day is nothing out of ordinary. Overflowing with people the city steadily keeps on beating in its own, timely pulse and somewhere among everyone else, parts of the mass, cells in circulation, are Kangin and Hankyung, trying to make their way back home in the afternoon rush.
Kangin doesn’t particularly enjoy running errands with Hankyung; it has nothing to with the Chinese man himself, but with the fact that after everything that has happened in the past two years he has taken to avoiding cars whenever possible. In a sense Kangin can understand this, even if the initial fear is somewhat irrational, but it does make everyday life much more complicated, as the only other option left has them currently stuck at the train station among the common people, like Heechul calls them. Hankyung keeps apologizing every few minutes and it annoys Kangin to no end. Snorting out loud, he turns to face the other direction and tries hard to think of something else than the uncomfortable twenty minutes looming ahead of them.
He doesn’t get to chance to truly comprehend what’s happening when first two, then one more loud bangs cut through the air. A woman screams right next to him but the sound is muffled, as if though coming from afar. Confused, Kangin turns to meet Hankyung’s eyes, two endlessly deep orbs wide and bright with terror. At the back of his mind Kangin knows the expression is not mirrored in his own gaze. It’s absurd, and he wants to laugh because this is the first time he would have a good reason to use a word as pretentious and superficial as ‘surreal’. This must one of those moments during which seconds stretch into eternities that last less than a single breath, he knows because he has heard of them, read of them in bad poetry he’d never admit having laid his eyes upon. So he breathes, breathes in, breathes out…
...and it feels as real as digging his fingers into the damp earth on a summer’s day when it’s not exactly foggy, just moist and uncomfortable and unreal, surreal, except for the earth that gets under his nails, and he tries his hardest not to loose the sensation as the buzzing in his ears grows louder and louder, until it finally drowns out all the thoughts he’s so tenderly protected and kept hidden, at least until now.
Slowly and yet as fast as a train passing by he sees a hand approach him and touch his cheek timidly. It’s a question, he thinks, they ask me of eternity and they ask whether or not there’s a someone or a something beyond it all and worth believing in, but I don’t even know who to pray to.
“Yongwoon?” Kangin blinks at the name so rarely used anymore and suddenly he’s back at the train station, one among a million waiting for the afternoon train. He looks at Hankyung, still standing close to him, a ghost of his touch lingering on Kangin’s cheek.
“Yongwoon-ah, let’s go home.” A place beyond.
“Yongwoon-ah, we don’t have to take the train.” Let friends be worth believing in.
Heaven can wait.
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Notes:A few weeks ago I was coming home from my piano lesson and suddenly there were gunshots just outside the station. For a while everyone felt a bit unsure, mumbling, eyes searching for answers but nothing further happened. Just those loud bangs. Sometimes these things simply happen.
And as for the fic, yeah, pretentious = me. I'm not too pleased but I had to get this out of my system.
Title: 062. God, Hankyung/Kangin
Word count: 529, fic count 8/100
Rating: PG (I think)
Disclaimer: I am in no way related to these people, only the story is mine
Summary: Answers don’t come easy for anyone. Afternoon in the train station.
The day is nothing out of ordinary. Overflowing with people the city steadily keeps on beating in its own, timely pulse and somewhere among everyone else, parts of the mass, cells in circulation, are Kangin and Hankyung, trying to make their way back home in the afternoon rush.
Kangin doesn’t particularly enjoy running errands with Hankyung; it has nothing to with the Chinese man himself, but with the fact that after everything that has happened in the past two years he has taken to avoiding cars whenever possible. In a sense Kangin can understand this, even if the initial fear is somewhat irrational, but it does make everyday life much more complicated, as the only other option left has them currently stuck at the train station among the common people, like Heechul calls them. Hankyung keeps apologizing every few minutes and it annoys Kangin to no end. Snorting out loud, he turns to face the other direction and tries hard to think of something else than the uncomfortable twenty minutes looming ahead of them.
He doesn’t get to chance to truly comprehend what’s happening when first two, then one more loud bangs cut through the air. A woman screams right next to him but the sound is muffled, as if though coming from afar. Confused, Kangin turns to meet Hankyung’s eyes, two endlessly deep orbs wide and bright with terror. At the back of his mind Kangin knows the expression is not mirrored in his own gaze. It’s absurd, and he wants to laugh because this is the first time he would have a good reason to use a word as pretentious and superficial as ‘surreal’. This must one of those moments during which seconds stretch into eternities that last less than a single breath, he knows because he has heard of them, read of them in bad poetry he’d never admit having laid his eyes upon. So he breathes, breathes in, breathes out…
...and it feels as real as digging his fingers into the damp earth on a summer’s day when it’s not exactly foggy, just moist and uncomfortable and unreal, surreal, except for the earth that gets under his nails, and he tries his hardest not to loose the sensation as the buzzing in his ears grows louder and louder, until it finally drowns out all the thoughts he’s so tenderly protected and kept hidden, at least until now.
Slowly and yet as fast as a train passing by he sees a hand approach him and touch his cheek timidly. It’s a question, he thinks, they ask me of eternity and they ask whether or not there’s a someone or a something beyond it all and worth believing in, but I don’t even know who to pray to.
“Yongwoon?” Kangin blinks at the name so rarely used anymore and suddenly he’s back at the train station, one among a million waiting for the afternoon train. He looks at Hankyung, still standing close to him, a ghost of his touch lingering on Kangin’s cheek.
“Yongwoon-ah, let’s go home.” A place beyond.
“Yongwoon-ah, we don’t have to take the train.” Let friends be worth believing in.
Heaven can wait.
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Notes:A few weeks ago I was coming home from my piano lesson and suddenly there were gunshots just outside the station. For a while everyone felt a bit unsure, mumbling, eyes searching for answers but nothing further happened. Just those loud bangs. Sometimes these things simply happen.
And as for the fic, yeah, pretentious = me. I'm not too pleased but I had to get this out of my system.