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Title: Dandelions
Pairing: KrisYeol
Genre: unspecified
Rating: PG
Summary: "I couldn't find another dandelion..."
Dandelion - is a gift to a loved one that will provide happiness and is a promise of total faithfulness.
"Chanyeol, do you know what a Dandelion means?" Kris whispers, Chanyeol stares into a perfect face illuminated by the orange glow of the sunset. He swallows and shakes his head. Kris simply smiles that gummy smile of his and crouches down, facing the dewy grass filled with pale tuffs of dandelions and picks one. Chanyeol follows and stares at the one dandelion in Kris's hand.
"There are two kinds of meaning that goes with the Dandelion flower. One is put into the real context book of the language of flowers, while the other is formed and is scattered through the simple understandings of people." Kris states.
Chanyeol frowns and sensing this, Kris laughs at his deep words. "Well, let's just say, there is a legit meaning and a rumored one. Clear?" He smiles.
"Ah," Chanyeol simply nods, his feet aching from crouching down too long but chooses to ignore it and listens intently.
"The real meaning of a Dandelion is happiness, faith, a wish, a gift to someone you love." Kris hands over the single Dandelion to Chanyeol. Chanyeol merely blushes through pursed lips.
"What about the other meaning?"
Kris smiles, drapes his arms over his bent knees and stares into the blaring orange sunset in the meadow. The cold wind of the dusk coolly brushing against the flock of Dandelions in front of them and the other petaled flowers. Kris sighs, Chanyeol follows his line of sight.
"To let go. To let someone free, to set someone free and be free." Kris picks another Dandelion, he stares at it for a moment, letting the orange glow of the sunset pass through the small spaces of the white fluff. "See this?" Kris blows deeply from his lungs and the white small fluffy petals flow into the wind freely. Chanyeol's mouth gapes. "That's where they got the other rumored meaning."
Chanyeol swallows, big eyes following the soaring soft tidbit petals carried by the wind wherever it may go. "Which one is the most appropriate?"
"Depends. It depends on the situation." Kris pauses, "Chanyeol, keep in mind that this flowery place is our secret. Our hideout from all the tiring things. Keep this in your memory forever and remember our Dandelions." He smiles.
Chanyeol merely nods.
Chanyeol tucks in the memory of the flowery meadow, under the golden orange glow of tainted pink orange skies and blooming Dandelions with Kris's breath near his ear.
As they performed, under warm bright lights, ear-splitting screams of encouragement and cries, under bright flashes of huge lens that captures perfectly shared moments and over the bright silver ocean scattered widely and brightly. Chanyeol sees what the Dandelion truly means when Kris holds his hand as they bow together with the members at the ending of their showcase. He smiles under red locks flowing to cover his big eyes and sweaty temples with pressed dressed shirt over a damp sweaty back.
Happiness, delight.
Chanyeol knows the other meaning of the Dandelion when he returns to the dorms and is greeted by red-rimmed eleven pair of eyes, sweaty necks, furrowed brows and trembling lips. His smile falters and he asks, "What happened?" Suho merely runs towards him and gives him a tight damp hug. His eyes searches for Kris, mind bugging and gut churning. He didn't saw him.
"He left. Us." Suho whispers, voice thick with disappointment.
Chanyeol swallows the hard lump clogging his throat and his lungs constrict. He knows the reason why when he remembers Kris taking dozens of pills in between practices, chugging litters of water down his system and hacking breaths in the middle of the night at the dorms. When Kris sweated heavily and pretended he was alright and no one seems to care except for Chanyeol who bit his lower lip so hard it tasted of metal.
He cried, Chanyeol cried, damping and wetting the soft cotton fabric of his pillows.
Sorrow, misery. To let someone be free.
The next day, few days, months, Chanyeol hears about it all. The members push through, redid everything and started from the beginning without someone as madness envelops and uncertainty eat them alive. They push through current hardships, bashings, rumors, rude comments and rotting image of hatred by the netizens. They win awards, EXO-K in particular as EXO-M tries to cope up frustratedly with their new choreography and fading muscle memory. Every night they eat with bland taste buds, fingers running through straw-like hairs and sore muscles.
It was never the same again.
He found time to go back to Kris and his meadow filled with fresh blossoming flowers. He walked with stinging eyes, trying to hurriedly scan his eyes over flocks of red roses, daisies and all sorts of flower at the cooling wind of the dusk. He swallows, his fingers parching with the rich soil of the land and he cries as he kneels when sees one remaining Dandelion proudly standing tall that was swaying with the cool wind.
He takes a picture with shaky fingers, gnaws his bottom lip until it turns red bruised. He sniffs hard enough, breathes through flaring nostrils and salivating mouth. The wind passes by and it takes along with it the fluffy small petals of the white small dandelion. Chanyeol's eyes follows it, how free it was soaring with the wind. When he realizes what it truly meant, he cries even harder as he closes his eyes.
Disappointment.
Breathe.
When he comes home, the members ask when they noticed how dirtied Chanyeol's white shirt is; marred with the brown soil of the earth and his lips quivered.
"I couldn't find another dandelion."
Pairing: KrisYeol
Genre: unspecified
Rating: PG
Summary: "I couldn't find another dandelion..."
Dandelion - is a gift to a loved one that will provide happiness and is a promise of total faithfulness.
"Chanyeol, do you know what a Dandelion means?" Kris whispers, Chanyeol stares into a perfect face illuminated by the orange glow of the sunset. He swallows and shakes his head. Kris simply smiles that gummy smile of his and crouches down, facing the dewy grass filled with pale tuffs of dandelions and picks one. Chanyeol follows and stares at the one dandelion in Kris's hand.
"There are two kinds of meaning that goes with the Dandelion flower. One is put into the real context book of the language of flowers, while the other is formed and is scattered through the simple understandings of people." Kris states.
Chanyeol frowns and sensing this, Kris laughs at his deep words. "Well, let's just say, there is a legit meaning and a rumored one. Clear?" He smiles.
"Ah," Chanyeol simply nods, his feet aching from crouching down too long but chooses to ignore it and listens intently.
"The real meaning of a Dandelion is happiness, faith, a wish, a gift to someone you love." Kris hands over the single Dandelion to Chanyeol. Chanyeol merely blushes through pursed lips.
"What about the other meaning?"
Kris smiles, drapes his arms over his bent knees and stares into the blaring orange sunset in the meadow. The cold wind of the dusk coolly brushing against the flock of Dandelions in front of them and the other petaled flowers. Kris sighs, Chanyeol follows his line of sight.
"To let go. To let someone free, to set someone free and be free." Kris picks another Dandelion, he stares at it for a moment, letting the orange glow of the sunset pass through the small spaces of the white fluff. "See this?" Kris blows deeply from his lungs and the white small fluffy petals flow into the wind freely. Chanyeol's mouth gapes. "That's where they got the other rumored meaning."
Chanyeol swallows, big eyes following the soaring soft tidbit petals carried by the wind wherever it may go. "Which one is the most appropriate?"
"Depends. It depends on the situation." Kris pauses, "Chanyeol, keep in mind that this flowery place is our secret. Our hideout from all the tiring things. Keep this in your memory forever and remember our Dandelions." He smiles.
Chanyeol merely nods.
Chanyeol tucks in the memory of the flowery meadow, under the golden orange glow of tainted pink orange skies and blooming Dandelions with Kris's breath near his ear.
As they performed, under warm bright lights, ear-splitting screams of encouragement and cries, under bright flashes of huge lens that captures perfectly shared moments and over the bright silver ocean scattered widely and brightly. Chanyeol sees what the Dandelion truly means when Kris holds his hand as they bow together with the members at the ending of their showcase. He smiles under red locks flowing to cover his big eyes and sweaty temples with pressed dressed shirt over a damp sweaty back.
Happiness, delight.
Chanyeol knows the other meaning of the Dandelion when he returns to the dorms and is greeted by red-rimmed eleven pair of eyes, sweaty necks, furrowed brows and trembling lips. His smile falters and he asks, "What happened?" Suho merely runs towards him and gives him a tight damp hug. His eyes searches for Kris, mind bugging and gut churning. He didn't saw him.
"He left. Us." Suho whispers, voice thick with disappointment.
Chanyeol swallows the hard lump clogging his throat and his lungs constrict. He knows the reason why when he remembers Kris taking dozens of pills in between practices, chugging litters of water down his system and hacking breaths in the middle of the night at the dorms. When Kris sweated heavily and pretended he was alright and no one seems to care except for Chanyeol who bit his lower lip so hard it tasted of metal.
He cried, Chanyeol cried, damping and wetting the soft cotton fabric of his pillows.
Sorrow, misery. To let someone be free.
The next day, few days, months, Chanyeol hears about it all. The members push through, redid everything and started from the beginning without someone as madness envelops and uncertainty eat them alive. They push through current hardships, bashings, rumors, rude comments and rotting image of hatred by the netizens. They win awards, EXO-K in particular as EXO-M tries to cope up frustratedly with their new choreography and fading muscle memory. Every night they eat with bland taste buds, fingers running through straw-like hairs and sore muscles.
It was never the same again.
He found time to go back to Kris and his meadow filled with fresh blossoming flowers. He walked with stinging eyes, trying to hurriedly scan his eyes over flocks of red roses, daisies and all sorts of flower at the cooling wind of the dusk. He swallows, his fingers parching with the rich soil of the land and he cries as he kneels when sees one remaining Dandelion proudly standing tall that was swaying with the cool wind.
He takes a picture with shaky fingers, gnaws his bottom lip until it turns red bruised. He sniffs hard enough, breathes through flaring nostrils and salivating mouth. The wind passes by and it takes along with it the fluffy small petals of the white small dandelion. Chanyeol's eyes follows it, how free it was soaring with the wind. When he realizes what it truly meant, he cries even harder as he closes his eyes.
Disappointment.
Breathe.
When he comes home, the members ask when they noticed how dirtied Chanyeol's white shirt is; marred with the brown soil of the earth and his lips quivered.
"I couldn't find another dandelion."