Finding You Chapter 16
Title: Finding You
Chapters: 16/?
Pairing: HyukHae, EunHae
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, only the weird plot.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Of Dreams and Distruction
Note: This is written from Donghae and Sungmin's point of view.
After Hyukjae left I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, but failing. The mere fact that in a few hours we are going to have our fist official date as a couple was probably the main reason for my insomnia. I close my eyes trying to trick my body into falling asleep, and it must have worked, because when I open my eyes again I’m standing on a beach looking out onto the ocean.
The water is still; calm, to calm to be the real ocean. The water is glassy and dark, it’s serene, and it terrifies me. I don’t know why but I feel like the water is warning me, trying to tell me something I just can’t seem to grasp. I look out to the horizon, hoping maybe I’ll find the answers out there, but all I see is miles and miles of water that just instantly drops off. I get the notion that maybe this is why they used to think the world was flat; I’m pulled from my thoughts when I feel a presence near me. I turn my head to the right and I see that being, that guy who looks like an older version of me, the man named fate.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him annoyed; something about this guy really pisses me off.
“Oh, well aren’t you just a sweetheart” I hear him retort.
I turn my head back to the ocean hoping maybe he’ll just leave, every time he shows up it’s always something.
No such luck. He walks towards me, I can feel he’s close because the heat radiating off his body is unnatural, and at the same time very familiar. I close my eyes trying to remember why he feels so much like home, but I just can’t seem to place it, and that’s when I hear him whisper into my ear “It’s the calm…”
“w…what?” I stammer out, shocked by the close proximity.
“It’s the calm…the calm before the storm” he says when I turn to face him.
“What do you mean?” I ask baffled, the sky is clear, not a cloud in sight.
He ignores my question completely by saying “let’s go out there” I fallow his finger and see he’s pointing out at the horizon.
“We don’t have a boat” I say after I’ve scanned the surroundings, the beach is completely empty, it’s only us.
“How about that one?” he says pointing a finger at something behind me. I turn to look at what he’s pointing at, and I see a wooden white paddle boat. Where did that come from? I just looked over there seconds ago.
I decide that questioning it would be pointless so I say “Sure” as I turn to walk towards the boat.
Once we’ve placed it into the water-in the back of my mind I’m a little shocked the water isn’t made of glass-we step into the boat, and I look around for a paddle, when I don’t find one I turn to the guy who wants to be called fait and say “we don’t have any paddles, how are we supposed to move?” and as if by some unknown force-probably that weird look-a-like seated in front of me-- the boat starts to move.
How could you blame me for the yelp that escapes my mouth, I mean seriously the boat is moving on its own without any sail or motor. I guess he must have found it funny because he giggles, its short, only lasting a second.
“What?” I pout.
“Nothing…you’re just really cute” he says with a smile, running his finger down my cheek. It’s creepy having Fait give me a loving gesture, even more weird is the look in his eyes, like he actually means it.
He’s staring into my eyes with such intensity I can’t help but flinch “w…what?” I stutter. There’s a moment of silence where he turns his head to the horizon and I can’t help but be thankful and maybe even a little sad he’s no longer looking at me.
I want to break the silence, but I can’t find the courage; something about this man unnerves me. I get a spark of joy in my stomach when he starts to talk.
“I need to tell you something” he says
“You can tell me anything” I say, and I mean it, for some strange reason I trust this guy with my everything.
As if reading my mind, he smiles and says “you really shouldn’t be so trusting of strangers”
“How can we be strangers if you look just like me?”
“Hey! You look like me kid” he scolds but there’s still a smile on his face.
All I can do is smile, my nerves calming down a bit but not completely.
“Nothing…” he starts, looking down at the water, and when he doesn’t finish his sentence I soon catch on that he also wants me to look down.
When I look down at the water I notice something odd. It looks as if under the glossy sheen of the ocean is a fire burning; I know it defies all physics but there it is an underwater fire.
I reach my hand out to touch it, wanting to feel the heat of it, the spark, the burn and just as I’m about to touch the water I feel a hand pulling mine back. I look up and am met with a pair of eyes, my eyes, the exact replica, as if I was looking into a mirror, and I gasp.
“Nothing…” he starts again “nothing in this world last forever” and I’m taken aback, what was he trying to say?
“W…what?” I ask, but he turns back to the water, ignoring my question completely.
All I can do is stare at him. I don’t know how long I was staring, but he must’ve felt it because he turns to me and says “sometimes people make mistakes”
I wanted to ask him what he meant but after saying that he just disappeared, vanished into thin air.
I go to call out his name, but at the very moment I opened my mouth to speak the fire bursts from its glassy cage and spreads around me. As far as I can see there is fire everywhere, it’s hot, and I’m shocked the boat hasn’t caught on fire. But I don’t feel scared, in fact-in a totally sick way-- I sort of enjoy it.
I lay down in the boat, feeling oddly comforted with a raging fire surrounding me. I close my eyes and let the feeling of comfort seep into my body, and when I open my eyes again I’m laying in my bed.
I turn my head to look at my alarm clock, only to see a minute had passed since I closed my eyes last. I sighed in discontent, I still had 6 hours before I had to get up and get ready for school.
So I closed my eyes and prayed I would fall asleep, I didn’t want dark circles under my eyes on my first official date with Hyukjae.
~~~~~~~~~ * Sungmin’s Room *~~~~~~~~~ *Sungmin’s P.O.V. * ~~~~~~~~~
I enter my room slamming the door shut, why am I acting like this? I’ve been able to hold it in all week, now he’s going to know something is wrong.
“Stupid” I scold myself.
“I wish Kyuhyun was here” yeah he’d make me feel better; in fact if he were here I probably wouldn’t have blown up like that.
“Stupid Kyu, why do you have to be in those stupid mathletes” I’m halfway through cursing my sexy boyfriend when I hear a knock at my door, I’m just about to ask who it is when I hear Yesung ask if he can come in.
“Yeah” I say relieved it isn’t Hyukjae. My back is facing the door, and I can hear it creaking because Yesung is opening it slowly, cautiously like not wanting to face my rage. I smile, he’s too cute.
“Sungmin?” he says almost like he’s checking to make sure I’m actually in the room, and it takes all my self-control not to face palm myself.
“Yeah” I say, proud that it come out with no hint of annoyance.
I turn to face Yesung and am a little shocked when I see the serious look on his face, and even more shocked from the words that come out of his mouth “maybe you should just tell him”
“W…what?” I stutter. He caught me by surprise, because he hasn’t had an opinion about this all week; so why now?
“It’s torturing you to keep this from him” he says as he walks towards me.
“I know, but…” I try but he cuts me off.
“He’ll find out eventually”
“I know” I say, it’s pointless to argue with him when we both know he’s right.
“It’s just… you weren’t there the first time” I say, trying to get him to see my point of view “when those two get together it’s self destructive”
“He’s got Donghae now, so maybe they won’t…self-destruct” he tries to convince me, but I know the truth, I’ve seen it to many times before.
“They fall together” I say looking into his eyes trying to get him to understand “the only thing that will be different is the fact that three people will get hurt this time”
Yesung is just standing there mulling over the information, and I go to sit on my bed.
After a while he sighs running his hands through his hair “poor Donghae” I hear him whisper, and I can’t help but smile because Yesung is always thinking of others.
“Yesung?” I call out
“Yeah” he says
“Will you sleep with me” I say “I don’t want to be alone tonight”
“Sure” he says as he goes to climb into my bed, and when he’s lying down I snuggle up close to him.
After a while of just lying there in silence I say “I’ll tell him tomorrow after his date” it’s probably for the best, the longer he’s with Donghae the more he’ll hurt him. But I’ll give them one date, one good last first date.
I think I hear Yesung whisper “maybe this time will be different” before I let sleep over take my body, and I fall into a comfortable sleep; the first one all week. With Kyuhyun away on his little math trip and all the secrets I’ve had to keep, I was glad Yesung was there to comfort me.