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09 October 2010 @ 09:07 pm
{into the new world}&{fate}; 2min/jongkey  
[oneshot] into the new world; taeminho; g; angst/fluff; au!afterlife; wc: ~1,064
sohye_x3ctmh 
he's seventeen; he feels wrong on the exterior, feels home inside; he doesn't remember who he is, what happened but then this boy comes along and says his name, and he feels as if he's suffocating because that's what his heart is saying, and that is what happening to him.
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He opens his eyes, a bliss feeling of serene shooting through his mind, filling his empty heart.
He sighs, looking up at the bright sky up there, feeling the moisture on the emerald grass below, listening to the wind's raspy whispers, and giggles slightly at the yellow dandelions tickling his feet.

He stands up— stretching his sore muscles; arching his back with a tiny smile on his face.

He forgot how soil and soft grass felt under bare feet.
He forgot how the naughty breeze would spin his hair in an orange trance, a beautiful spell.
He forgot how the clouds move slowly along the screeching of cicadas, irritating but peaceful nevertheless.

And it all came to him like ice popsicles on a freezing day, yelling how hot and cold it felt against tongue but there wasn't any word to describe because it was stinging hot, but is was numbingly cold too; like how hot water would feel against spiced lips, red and swollen from spiciness but having to endure twice the pain— pain that'd make you tear—

Okay. So he doesn't remember anything. At all.

He padded through the soft leaves underneath his feet, inhaling the earthly scent of the meadow he was in (he thinks), and finally he snaps out of his ignorance, sits down yet again, cross-legged, and finally, he spoke.

"Who am I?"

He knows he's a boy, that's for sure— he had a wide smile, oh boy, he could feel it up his ears when he smiled at the butterflies; he had orange hair, he'd seen it flying thanks to the wind; he's wearing a white top, long-sleeved (but he didn't feel hot) and a tight, tight pair of white jeans. He wasn't wearing shoes— the reason why he was enjoying himself stepping on soil. He loved the earth.

And now, he needed to see his own face.
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He stepped towards the sapphire lake— damn it was so blue, green, transparent and shining all in one, it's something he wants to go in and try the color on his white clothes, he's so curious about its real color.

"T-Tae... Taemin?!"
He turns around, shocked by the voice of the intruder of his world of peace and salvation, and yes, it's all coming back now, and— no, he doesn't want to remember.

Taemin doesn't want to remember.

He feels tears trying to escape the confine of his heavy eyelids and his thick lashes, he's rejecting his own name— the person in front of himself, the way he said his name made everything— logical or not, materialize for him, and it wasn't all sky-blue and emerald-green anymore, because he remembers.
He remembers black and white in his previous world, he remembers gray-fading memories and ripped photos, tear-stained bedsheets and blood-stained toilet sinks, burnt test papers and cracked iPod screens; he thinks it's too much to take, but there's only one thing he can manage to say, think, feel, and love.

"Minho..."

He then runs. He can't take the sudden influx of pain with a little of love in his brain, he thinks it's suffocating.
He sees white spots in the midst of green, he sees black in the middle of blue, he sees Minho in himself—

Yes it was suffocating, but it didn't stop Taemin from running.

Minho... The name that caused Taemin eternity pain.
Minho wasn't a bad person, neither was he a bad lover, Taemin knew— oh of course Taemin knows.

But he killed himself the day he proposed to Taemin in a car accident, the latter a horrible mangled mass of tears and ignored pain as he grieved for his lover in front of his grave, placing a bunch of white roses there because he knew Minho loves it.

He lived for two years, every night awake, shaking with the lack of oxygen and begging Minho to come back in tears, as always— but he can't seem to get Minho out of his mind, it was almost as if Minho was a terrible ghost rather than a loving fiance, it was too overwhelming for Taemin.

Drip.
He could feel it. Life oozing out of his wrist like an unattended tap, ignored like himself and his soul in all.
Drip, drip.
He could hear it. Minho calling him forth, Taemin snuggling in his chest like it was right— because it was, and it should be that way.
Drip, drip, drip.
He could see it. A life with promises of happiness and worry-free laughter, Taemin living each day with freedom and unfeigned joy.
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"Stop, Minnie, stop! You can't run away forever! Please turn around, please let me tell you, please let me love you..."
Taemin turns around, sees the pain in Minho's eyes but he can't fake like he doesn't care because he does.

"Hyung... Why did you leave me? It hurt a lot, did you know? It hurt like paper cuts in my heart, like salt rubbing harshly on my wounds, like a stereo without music, like me without my soul."

He cries, this unknown feeling wrapping around his broken spirit like soothing music, he binds his arms around himself and sobs hard, and Minho crushes him near his body, near his heart, near his soul, his own tears falling, he'd missed this so much, he missed his little angel safe in his arms, warm and tiny in his grasp it feels almost perfect until Taemin looks in his eye and break into a smile.

"I miss you, still, hyung."
"I love you, still, Taemin. And it will never change."
"But where is this? And why are we here?"
"It's the otherworld, Taemin, and... we're dead."
"Is there anyone else here, hyung?"
"Nope. I was so lonely here, Minnie, alone, cold and without you..." Taemin feels hot moisture on his scalp, and he holds Minho's arm tight.
"I was lonely too, hyung, all alone at home, I didn't even go out... I miss you so much." He gulps, burying his face into Minho's shirt.

Then Minho smiles, then points to the horizon of green which lasts to an end which never comes and looks at Taemin.

"It's an empty world out there, Taemin, let's begin everything. Again."
Taemin nods, takes Minho's hand, and they run toward the end which never appears, and started their journey of eternity and sealed promises, with no hindrance and no more tears.

a/n1: this is heavily inspired by Tempted, one of the novels from the series House of Night by P.C & Kristin Cast.
I haven't written anything proper for a week or so and so... this is a comeback for me? :D although i have tons, tons and tons of drafts, but my ideas get me nowhere, and i'm thinking of abandoning a few.
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fate; jongkey; g; fluff; wc:~208
sohye_x3ctmh 
he takes a step onto the old abandoned stage, positions himself under the antique dull focus of the spotlight, unaware of the silent audience as he began to inhale, then move his body as a response towards the slow beat of the ballad.
a gift to taintedlovee_x who would nag every single morning if i don't write jongkey soon :)
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Kibum takes a hesitating step onto the stage, his heart thumping although he figured no one sane would be watching him dance, and the sweat falls off him like an unnamed rhythm, like how his heart was pounding against his ribcage, waiting for the signal that the tune was over, then he sighs, breathy and gasping, collapsing on the floor, smiling to himself.

He wiped off sweat from his forehead, wanted to walk off the stage, but applause came from a boy in the seats hidden by the darkness of the place Kibum can't name.

"Good one."
Kibum bows, smiles brightly, his eyes locked on the other, captivated by the shining gleam he possesses in there.

"Thank you. How long have you been there?"
"Since you meddled with the sewing machine there," he gestured, "and said it was a cotton candy machine that doesn't work."

"Oh." Kibum blushes madly now the other boy walks into the spotlight, and he sees the long strands of bleached blond on his forehead.

"I'm Kim Jonghyun."
"I'm Kim Kibum."

Jonghyun scratches his head, then reached into his pocket, biting his lip, then gives Kibum a ring with a 'K' on it.
"I think we're fated," he smiles, and Kibum beams back shyly.

a/n2
: i hope jongkey fans like this :)



ps: updated masterlist! :D here
 
 
 
Anneanhtangxd on October 9th, 2010 01:22 pm (UTC)
spot *giggles* will read after SAT T^T
♕: pic#104700905sohye_x3ctmh on October 9th, 2010 01:25 pm (UTC)
oh gawdfzx you ninja xD ♥
good luck for your SATs , i have finals too :((
Anneanhtangxd on October 9th, 2010 01:30 pm (UTC)
LOL ♥
I have 10 minutes left just didn't want my mind to be filled with 2min fluff for SAT xD
good luck with finals too :D
♕: hee-1sohye_x3ctmh on October 9th, 2010 01:27 pm (UTC)
SPOT FOR taintedlovee_x !
taintedlovee_xtaintedlovee_x on October 11th, 2010 08:29 am (UTC)
yup , I was totally going to miss this spot cus it's too small.
LOL, kidding !
brb reading ! :D
taintedlovee_x: Jongkey2taintedlovee_x on October 11th, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
did I tell you that I loved you yet ?
oh wait , I did .
HAHAHA .
okay seriously , this is awesome.
you should totally write more Jongkey cus you lurv me riiiiight ~ ? :D
     ☆ NOT AMUSED: 『Fairy Tail』08tsukiokuhime on October 9th, 2010 01:38 pm (UTC)
Both are gorgeously written esp the last one,I just love whole fated thing
♕: tae-1sohye_x3ctmh on October 9th, 2010 01:39 pm (UTC)
thank you so much :))
d d d dessy ♥: shinee {jongkey; this is jjong stare}deasyellow on October 9th, 2010 01:41 pm (UTC)
ARE YOU KIDDING ME I LOVE THE JONGKEY OKAY. it's short yet sweet, and i always love the idea of jonghyun falls in love at first sight ♥
♕: taemin-3sohye_x3ctmh on October 9th, 2010 01:41 pm (UTC)
no i'm not kidding you and your icon is strangely appropriate
akariakari_hayashi on October 9th, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)
Aww 2min. At least they are happily together now, even if they are dead. I like the description in the beginning.
♕: minho-icon2sohye_x3ctmh on October 9th, 2010 03:23 pm (UTC)
hehe thank you :3
i haven't written in a while and thought my descriptive skills were rusting o_o
l2inl2in: 2min - lostl2inl2in on October 9th, 2010 05:17 pm (UTC)
I really really really loved the 2min.
*flails*
That was so pretty....so sweet....so sad.
OMG I'm flipping out a little. Sorry.
^^;

He feels tears trying to escape the confine of his heavy eyelids and his thick lashes, he's rejecting his own name— the person in front of himself, the way he said his name made everything— logical or not, materialize for him, and it wasn't all sky-blue and emerald-green anymore, because he remembers.
He remembers black and white in his previous world, he remembers gray-fading memories and ripped photos, tear-stained bedsheets and blood-stained toilet sinks, burnt test papers and cracked iPod screens; he thinks it's too much to take, but there's only one thing he can manage to say, think, feel, and love.


Favorite part.

The jongkey was really good but I kind of feel like I missed something.
The end was super cute though.

All in all; GOOD JOB! ^^b
♕: pic#104700956sohye_x3ctmh on October 10th, 2010 08:17 am (UTC)
Thank you ! :D
I actually like that part too lmao .

Well I actually wanted to write at least a Jongkey , so I don't think I emphasized on the setting and all that lol .
l2inl2in: 2min - lostl2inl2in on October 10th, 2010 08:26 am (UTC)
VERY WELCOME! Thanks for writing it!!

Yeah the ipod screen part struck me and idk the concept of seeing a million personal belongings ruined by your own hand is kind of...idk something.
I remember shredding three volumes of Loveless in a crazy f*ed up rage and then an hour later staring at the pages all over my room and just sobbing forever.

It's weird how the tiniest thing in something a complete stranger writes can hit something really personal. XD;

God I'm in such a chatty mood tonight! >////<

I know how that feels though, about the jongkey thing.
I'll probably never write a romantic jongkey, maybe a lolzie bromance at best.
Imma shuddup now. :D