SJ100FC Theme; #11, Rooftops
Summary; The softest grass turns to concrete. But I will fly, I will fly. You will see.
A/N; More stuff from my calming-down writing session. Written to the song ‘Rooftop’ by Melissa McClelland, a beautiful song that I love.
Word Count; 367
Alone, With You
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Hankyung looks over his shoulder with the roof under his fingertips. It’s Sungmin, looking cold and tired, and Hankyung wishes he had the power to stand and wrap him in a pair of arms.
“It’s going to pour soon, hyung,” Sungmin is so close to Hankyung now, but they aren’t touching.
“But soon,” Sungmin’s shaking hand grips the corners of his pink sleeves.
Hankyung doesn’t want to leave. Not until he hears his mother calling for him. He’ll stay through any rain or storm. He’ll stay here, crouched on the roof, until his mother calls his name and tells him it’s time for dinner.
“Come inside,” Sungmin says again.
Biting his lip, Hankyung stops himself from shaking his head.
Both can hear the grumbles of thunder over the grey and white horizon. Rain hands overhead but doesn’t fall yet—they can smell it coming, though. Its advent is soon.
“It’s okay,” Sungmin’s hand is on his shoulder. Sungmin knows Hankyung—he knows what and whom he misses. He wishes he could make it better for the Chinese man. So for now, his hand is his offering.
There is no doubt that Sungmin’s voice is soothing. Hankyung takes in the sound of it and lets himself be persuaded as he stands.
Sungmin’s hand is an inch away, so inviting and smaller than Hankyung’s. They touch for a flash of a moment, before the space between them expands.
Under his bare feet, the roof slips and leaves Hankyung to fall away. A brief burst of adrenaline shoots through his veins as he feels wind sliding past his skin and clothes, and he looks down to see the grass at the foot of the house fade into concrete.
He wants to scream. He wants to scream for his mother—for Sungmin. Someone to stop the ground from getting closer, or to wake him up from all of this. Closing his eyes, he wishes and begs for something happen—for something good.
Before he knows it, the concrete vanishes. The wind settles. The nightmare is gone like birds fly from angry cats. Hankyung wakes up in Sungmin’s arms. He’s never felt safer, being alone in this world. Alone, with Sungmin.
Maybe more fics posted later. I have to go do something real quick first.