SHINee Fic Mix 2011 - miss_circle
Title:Some Never Come Back
Author: miss_circle
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: R for mentions of drugs and cusses.
Warning: It’s a speculative fiction. It’s a warning, because not everyone likes it.
Author's Note: I’m stoned. What the hell have I written.
Original Work: Creepy Crawlies by meridianslair
22 Years Old.
Life had been shit. It all went in a blur, like a wind that just walked right through you. You felt it for a second, then it was gone. You could never catch the same wind. Taemin didn't even know what it meant. All he knew was that everything was just… not there.
Ever since Jonghyun left that night, it almost felt like there was no meaning to wake up in the morning anymore. At least Taemin thought so. In the past, falling asleep would mean anticipation. He used to be afraid, but he ended up anticipating the moment Jonghyun would appear with his latest method of suffocating him. It was always a surprise. When he thought he had experienced the hardest, Jonghyun would come back with harder one. Now Taemin wanted more.
He didn't know that pain could be this addictive.
Taemin's mother had become used at having a freak as a son, but she still wished that Taemin would open up someday. He was forced to go this environmental camp in Jeju Island for a week, and he didn't even care. The beach in the summer would be a nice place to drown and die in. Taemin left with no expectation of his life would get any merrier.
He was right.
Taemin thought the camp was alright. Such thought changed when the other boys spilled out their secret stash and loaded bottles and bottles of beer. He thought getting stoned would be awesome. They distributed a box of cooked dark chocolate around. He took a bite and hell it tasted like shit. He looked around him, everyone was getting high, and he knew he should get a couple more bites. It still tasted like shit. Now he knew that mushroom should never be mixed with dark chocolate.
How he laughed his ass off all night. True to its name, these environmentalists kept providing him with organic drugs and he didn't mind. No, he didn't mind at all. After the mushroom, even laying down on the port, looking at the stars could ignite some cracktastic jokes. And they weren't even funny. He laughed and laughed and laughed, it became such an irony that he never laughed this hard before the mushroom. Except when Jonghyun was around.
Jonghyun…
Now he didn't know what the point of the laughter was.
On the second night, the participants of the environmental camp compensated the shitty workshops by burning weed and Taemin fell in love with the place. He sat by the port and stared at the dark horizon, slowly getting stoned and fuck he hated the fact that he could still think straight. This weed didn't even work.
Why was everyone high but him?
Life. It was always unfair.
The next day, he skipped the workshop and dived alone in the sea. Where should he look? Among the school of fish? Beneath the rocks? Between the corals? Then he took a breath and fell silent as he looked at the blue, blue sky.
Did Jonghyun come from the sky?
Damn. Digging to the center of the earth would be easier.
After almost a week on being at the island, Taemin finally got his long deserved high. His defense was just inexplicably weak, and he should stay that way all the time. He had always been that way. No kind of defense could keep Jonghyun out of his room. In the past. The present just looked bleak.
The locals called it '3D'. It was a mix of soju, beer, and red wine, and how it tasted so amazing. It took a joint of crack and glasses of 3D for Taemin to finally feel as heavy as a whale. Pain. How to deal with it? The physical pain Jonghyun inflicted was always easily dealt with. Taemin could just call for someone and it would be gone. But what about the pain in your head? Even worse, how about the pain in that imaginary place at the left side of your chest? Was your heart really there? What was a heart anyway? It was nothing but a pump machine. They had proved that you would die without a heart. Then why were there so many heartless people still alive?
Jonghyun was definitely heartless. Maybe that was the reason why he was not flesh and blood. Maybe that was the reason why he kept giving Taemin pain. Maybe that was the reason why he left.
It hurt.
Jonghyun was fucking evil and Taemin knew it well.
Where could you look for evil?
Evil was in Taemin's head. He knew it the first time he thought he wanted to murder someone for being such an annoying prick. He didn't even know that someone. But he didn't do it. He would if there was a guarantee that he would be murdered in return. That was a good plan. He had decided that he would never kill himself, because only Jonghyun had the right to do that. Jonghyun was the only one who knew how to make him suffer, you would have no idea.
So here he was. Alone on the shoreline. Kicking the water and screaming Jonghyun's name up to the heavens. That wouldn't be right. He was yelling at the wrong direction.
He hated this.
He threw himself to the wet sand and finally. Finally.
Finally he was crying.
18 Years Old.
Jonghyun watched Taemin the night the human boy turned 18. If only he had the convenience to choose, he would choose not to see. But he was forced to see how distressed Taemin look, all alone laying on his bed. Jonghyun wished he could have touched Taemin with his claws. He wanted to leave a permanent mark that he was there once. That he was always there watching Taemin fell to sleep every night. He was always there.
And now his punishment was to be there without being there.
For seven torturous nights Jonghyun was forced to see as Taemin floated by in his life. It should not be this way. He should have just killed the boy when he had the chance. It would be a violation of the rules, but at least they would be together.
Would they?
When two people died, would they every meet again? The sky was massive, what could they do if the game master of life decided to put them in two separate, distant places?
Nothing.
Because we were all just puppets. Game characters to save or leave behind.
And Jonghyun never wanted to leave Taemin behind.
He thought the punishment was not so bad. Being locked away was easier than being forced to see Taemin without no ability of communicating with him.
How could humans stand being apart from the ones they longed for?
Humans.
Jonghyun would never understand them.
From the time he spent being invisible among humans, he heard that crying was a good way to relieve pain.
Would he need a heart to cry?
Timeless.
The Game Master watched His two favorite characters in silence. It was a shame to His pride that they could run free out of His control. How could this happen? They were supposed to be played exactly like how He wanted them to be played. What was wrong with His game?
It frustrated Him that He had created a game without a cheat. He should have thought of that. Now He just watched His two favorite characters in silence. There was no intention of meeting the two of them together ever again.
27 Years Old.
There was always a flaw in every plan. Even in the game master's plan. If He was that smart, He should have thought of another plan. Or maybe this was His plan. Or maybe He had a change of heart. Jonghyun doubted it. But he would never know.
The sudden light emitting from the left side of his chest was blinding, he knew he needed to do something. The light gave him strength, and he pulled himself free out of his chains.
……….
He was free.
He was disoriented after being chained for a long time, but he knew he had to see Taemin. The light was still blind him, but it was showing him the way.
The way to Taemin.
Jonghyun arrived in his destination in a flash. And all he found was a baby. A beautiful baby.
She got Taemin's eyes. She got Taemin's lips. She got Taemin's nose. She was a copy of Taemin. How Jonghyun would love to hold her in his arms.
"Stay away from Minjung!"
The first sentence Jonghyun had ever heard since a while. He knew that voice.
That marble skin of Taemin's that Jonghyun missed so much. That ear he was whispering into.
"Missed me?"
The look on Taemin's face was worth his time in prison. Jonghyun embraced him and the warmth was suffocating him.
"Yeah, I missed you," the human replied.
Good. They missed each other. That was good. As good as how Jonghyun felt when his embrace on Taemin got tighter and tighter. The sound Taemin made when he gasped for air was like music to Jonghyun's ears.
The sensation was amazing.
Taemin stopped fighting and Jonghyun laid his lifeless body on the floor. The moon cast a shadow on the fresh corpse and Jonghyun was struck at the beauty that was presented in front of his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a falling star. He looked up to the sky from the window and the sky was burning.
He smiled.
Now they could be together.
Jonghyun left Minjung crying alone in her crib.