| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
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"Stuck...in the past, in the present, in the future, in love."
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Main Characters:
Park Yoochun
Kim Junsu
Minor Characters:
Kim Jaejoong
Jung Yunho
Shim Changmin
Kim Kibum
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“I will not go back.”
“Then you leave me no choice.”
In the blink of an eye, both men had uncovered their swords.
The man in blue made the first attack. He leapt towards the man in green, sword directed at the man’s arm. He aimed for the arm, because the injury would not kill, it would only temporarily immobilize.
The man in green took one step back and easily dodged the attack. He raised his own sword to push away the other man’s weapon. With the flick of his wrist, he aimed the tip of his own weapon at the other man’s leg.
The man in blue jumped up to avoid the hit, flipping to land behind the man in green. As the tip of his foot landed on the rocky ground, he turned his whole body around to aim his sword at the other man’s neck.
The other man, had too, turned around and extended his sword, aiming for his opponent’s neck.
Both froze in place, arms extended; cold metal against their collars.
“Do not force me to hurt you,” the man in blue said.
The man in green showed no expression. He pressed the sword up and forward.
The man in blue’s eyes widened by the sudden movement and he followed his instincts to press his sword forward. His own sword sliced off several strands of the other man’s flowing, long hair.
The other man’s sword removed the piece of blue cloth that had been tied in the taller man’s hair.
Eyes glared, silence remained as the blue cloth began to drop to the ground. But it never landed next to its owner’s feet. Instead, the gust of wind kept it in midair.
Both men raised their heads to the sky, sensing danger. The clouds were moving together, forming a collection of gray and black. The wind blew harder and each had to take a step backwards to avoid falling.
The man in green took this opportunity to run.
His feet were barely touching the rocky ground as he ran. Without turning his head, he knew that the other man was following at the same speed.
“Stop!”
He kept running.
Then it happened. His hair was blown out of his eyes to allow him to see the incoming tornado.
He felt the hand that grabbed onto his arm and turned his head to see the blue sleeve of the man who refused to let go.
“Release…” he was about to command, but it became hard to breathe.
He felt his body being pushed backwards and could no longer feel the ground beneath his sole. Pressure was against his chest and it took effort to capture air. He saw his surrounding spin for as long as forever and had to close his eyes to avoid dizziness.
Still, he refused to be caught. He refused to go back, go back and be stuck in the life that he despised.
He forced his eyes open and turned to the man who still had a firm grip on his arm. Using what energy he had, the man in green pulled out a dagger from his belt and slashed the stubborn hand.
He heard the gasp of pain, felt the freedom of his arm. He saw the man being swept away in the blink of an eye and both bodies were spinning uncontrollably in midair.
What was going on?
Then he heard the sound of lightening and his whole body ached for only a short moment before going numb.
The last thing he heard was the other man crying his name, “Yoochun!”