The end of the world (the start of us)
Aug. 6th, 2020 04:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heonynchansHe’s dead.
Haknyeon knows he’s dead, can feel the slightly sandy taste of dryness on his tongue and the cold transparency to his body. He’s dead, as plain and simple as the sun being in the sky. He’s dead, and has been for nearly a decade.
”Your presence is warm,” Hyunjoon whispers instead, mysterious and confusing but so utterly him Haknyeon can’t find it in himself to pry.
”You’re warm too, then,” Haknyeon whispers back, watching as two am starlight paint a painting on Hyunjoon’s pale cheekbones. He doesn’t look like a ghost, more like a real, living a breathing soul next to Haknyeon. A part of Haknyeon rationalizes the situation, knowing this scene can’t be real. After all, they only met after they both died.
”Do you remember that day, when you pulled me into the ghost world after I jumped?” Hyunjoon asks, voice low and quiet as a shooting star streaks before their eyes. Haknyeon wonders if he should make a wish. Then again, his one true wish is already next to him.
”You were so cold. Frozen in the river water, you know? Your soul was so sad,” Haknyeon muses, thinking back to that fateful day. Real-life Hyunjoon had stood on the very edge of the bridge then, ignoring the panicked cries of strangers around him as he stepped forwards, gravity pulling him under the waves. Haknyeon was the one to find him, dragging Hyunjoon into his weird in-between limbo. He never had someone to keep him company.
”You practically kidnapped me,” Hyunjoon deadpans, looking up just in time to see Haknyeon roll his eyes.
”You stayed,” Haknyeon points out. Hyunjoon just smiles his cheshire smile and presses a soft kiss onto Haknyeon’s cheek.
”You were so warm that day. Like the fireplace I never knew existed,” Hyunjoon mumbles, locking their fingers together as he smiles. Haknyeon thinks he could drown in this love, if he could still drown.
”I love you, Joonie,” Haknyeon mutters, watching as Hyunjoon smiles back, burying his nose in the dip of Haknyeon’s collarbone.
”I love you too.”
Haknyeon knows he’s dead, can feel the slightly sandy taste of dryness on his tongue and the cold transparency to his body. He’s dead, as plain and simple as the sun being in the sky. He’s dead, and has been for nearly a decade.
The only thing that seems to disagree is the flutter in his chest, warm and comfortable, yet inexplicably alive. Haknyeon is dead, but he’s alive too, at the same time.
“You’re warm,” Hyunjoon mutters into the crook of Haknyeon’s neck. Haknyeon looks away from the stars, reaching a non-corporeal hand up to brush at Hyunjoon’s cheekbones. Hyunjoon purrs, almost cat-like as he smiles lazily. Haknyeon feels his chest squeeze.
“Joonie, I don’t even have a corporeal form. How can I be warm?” Haknyeon points out, chuckling softly as Hyunjoon buries his face deeper into Haknyeon’s collarbone.”Your presence is warm,” Hyunjoon whispers instead, mysterious and confusing but so utterly him Haknyeon can’t find it in himself to pry.
”You’re warm too, then,” Haknyeon whispers back, watching as two am starlight paint a painting on Hyunjoon’s pale cheekbones. He doesn’t look like a ghost, more like a real, living a breathing soul next to Haknyeon. A part of Haknyeon rationalizes the situation, knowing this scene can’t be real. After all, they only met after they both died.
”Do you remember that day, when you pulled me into the ghost world after I jumped?” Hyunjoon asks, voice low and quiet as a shooting star streaks before their eyes. Haknyeon wonders if he should make a wish. Then again, his one true wish is already next to him.
”You were so cold. Frozen in the river water, you know? Your soul was so sad,” Haknyeon muses, thinking back to that fateful day. Real-life Hyunjoon had stood on the very edge of the bridge then, ignoring the panicked cries of strangers around him as he stepped forwards, gravity pulling him under the waves. Haknyeon was the one to find him, dragging Hyunjoon into his weird in-between limbo. He never had someone to keep him company.
”You practically kidnapped me,” Hyunjoon deadpans, looking up just in time to see Haknyeon roll his eyes.
”You stayed,” Haknyeon points out. Hyunjoon just smiles his cheshire smile and presses a soft kiss onto Haknyeon’s cheek.
”You were so warm that day. Like the fireplace I never knew existed,” Hyunjoon mumbles, locking their fingers together as he smiles. Haknyeon thinks he could drown in this love, if he could still drown.
”I love you, Joonie,” Haknyeon mutters, watching as Hyunjoon smiles back, burying his nose in the dip of Haknyeon’s collarbone.
”I love you too.”
