| Fan Fiction |
by whitefoxbuns
1….2. 3. 4………4 ½ …… 5! “ Seungri…Seungri? Hey wake up..”
There was a man voice calling me somewhere in the dark. From the sound of his vibrato, I could almost piece together a pair of scrunched up eye brows with a soft worried look in his eyes. I willed the sleep back into my weary head. My eyelids burned dry; gluing together helplessly as I dozed back to my dreamless slumber.
It felt forever that I wandered lost in a vast of darkness. Blissful and calm I just dragged my surreal conscience in sleep. Five minutes seemed like ages as there a sensation that my body was shaking by itself. I struggled for a control but my limbs continued to move without orders, and then there was that voice again. Stressed and uncontrolled my name rolled out even louder than last time.
“Seungriah…please wake up…wake up”
For some reason, I choked up at the sound. I wanted to cry hearing that voice. The man sounded sad and worried. There was a thick grief, swelling up every time he pronounced my name. And then I felt all the air in my lungs being squeezed out, and I groaned by its scarcity. I stared up with blurred vision; my eyes throbbed painfully from something else dried, caked up and settled at the corners of my lids.
Unconsciously I reached out to wipe the tear stains that dried up over the night. The sight of Changmin hovering nervously over me didn’t help with the aching pound in my head.
“What’s going on?” I murmured incoherently, sneaking a glance toward the dark sky behind the window glass. ‘It’s still early…’
I blinked in surprised when Changmin cool hand met my forehead feeling in as if I was sick.
“You’re sick…you have a fever.”
Changmin guiltily bit his lower lips; jaw clenching and tensed up with every shallow breaths I took.
“I’m fine” I retorted pulling his lanky wrist away from my dampening forehead.
“No! I have to get you to the hospital. You-”
I silenced him with a glare. My head throbbed noisily when he yelled. “If you do I swear you will never see my face again.” I stared into his eyes, the color tinted into a grim shade of dark. Suddenly a pang sliced through my brain. I grabbed my head and groaned but tried not to show too much discomfort. Thankfully Changmin had his head turned away at the moment, though I could feel his chunky fist curled up the sheet into a mess.
“Changminah…” I blinked in shock at the croaks I managed to
recognize. ‘Had I slept that long?’ All the flems that gathered overnight had gorged themselves into a coalition to embarrass me even more.
I repeated again…“Changminah…what time is it?”
His shoulders slumped at the question. I wondered how could he breathes with all sighs he been releasing. Changmin lifted his wrist lazily; the shiny watch with reflected lights dancing over the expensive glass was glowing as Changmin pressed for the time.
“7:15.---” He looked at me with those fatigued eyes that resembled a heartbreak. All at once I was reminded of the reason for my being.
Changmin’s hand made its way closer to my side, brushing my arm in hesitant affection. “You don’t have to leave yet.” He whispered softly with a sad and youthful accent that suggested proximity between our exhausted bodies. There was
a hint of hope that I wished I hadn’t sensed.
“I need to go.” I wasn’t sure if I could continue lying to him. Eyes casting down, trying to find the right words for this… “Take me home” That was all I could wheezed out knowing I was sure with what I’m doing.
Silence drifted through the room with neither one of us speaking nor looking at one another. Changmin was the first to break it; he stormed out with a hard murmur of “fine” heading toward the door without a look back at my motionless form. My vision locked still in space replaying the sights of Changmin clutched fists, tensed jaw and heated eyes.
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When the engine broke to a stop, the windshields had barely
any strength to fight the snow grains bundling over the window like a white sheet of blanket draped over the red metallic. The ruby Ferrari would only stood out too much if it wasn’t hidden under the tremendous weigh of Mother Nature. Its locomotive grumbling like a purring cat, stationed in front of our apartment; its gas came out in puffed of smoke due to the freezing temperature. We are here but no one made a motion to leave. I sat, backed up into the nest of my new jacket. The collar bunched up with who knows what kind of fur, snuggled my neck comfortably.
It turned out that only ten minutes afterward Changmin sauntered back into the hotel room and hesitantly threw this jacket at my direction, instructing me to wear it. My face did a reenactment of a fish, forgetting about my slumping jaw on the floor. I fingered the jacket closer at the flashback.
The sound of seat belt being unbuckled hauled me back to the present. Changmin was watching; his hands one firmly placed over the steering wheel while the other lay hidden underneath his jacket. Averting his look, I choose to unbuckle my seat belt for distraction. I hated the bare hole after the incidence with Changmin and the tension that drifted between us two after what happened this morning. Opening and closing my mouth, I struggled for some words that might escape and save me from this awkward situation. I began to tell him goodbye but was cut short when Changmin pulled me tight into a hug. ‘oh…’
My colored cheek pressed up his warm body. It hummed red along with a beating sound behind Changmin’s chest. I waited for something to happen. Nothing…Lifting my hands I knead a soft push hoping he would let me go.
“Seungriah…” My name rang below my ear; hot breath flushed the coldness away.
“Will you…be alright?” I whimpered mutely at the pain and worried in those words. Underneath the fabric of my expensive jacket, my skin pricked at the nervous grips Changmin fingers were imprinting. He drew me out and simply stared at me with utter intimacy and insecurity. I frowned with confusion as Changmin leaned in...Closer and closer until I could feel his breaths on my lips as he whispered out my name…
“Seungri”………and I was only vaguely aware of my widening eyes.
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[Kwon Ji Yong POV]
The icy wind jabbed and bashed against everything visible in the snowy storm. Puddles and puddles deep rooted and painted the pavement with glass like textures, slippery, wet, and cold. I am not cold, just happily numb. In the darkness, I can barely make out the layers of snow packing up along the sidewalks. Instead, I can feel those icy flying charms beginning to sprinkle over the air, dusting my dampening eye lids and warming my frozen chapped lips.
I’m walking against what seems like everything for who knows how long I’d wandered on those streets, they began to look familiar. I scoffed thinking I seen familiar footsteps marking these connected roads. My head, chest and leg weighs like metal; thick and swelling with ache I know not why. I panicked because I now realized that the numb is wearing off. Cursing, I struggled to loosen my jacket with my stony fingers. I dropped it carelessly; gasped at the new found sensation, reminding me of the numb I missed. The wind knocked and shook my frame and I was enticed at the bitter pierce it brought to my skin.
I dragged my body along the lane. Large printed face, plastered on the street wall, lightened by touches of photography my eyes wandered helplessly and I came to a complete stop. Our gazes met. Seungri displayed his perfection against these walls, staring out with smoldering eyes. I kept my pieces still, feeling myself shattered as I made to move closer to him. I was only happy to be disappointed when the stony wall pushed back against my icy digits. He was not here after all.
I do not know where I am going. The sky is still dark, still waiting for the sunlight to hit. The wind struck me again, this time stronger. It faltered me and I groaned when all the oxygen in my lungs lapsed out at the chill. I tripped over something lying in the concrete. My head fogged up, and spun out of control taking my vision with it. Thankfully the snow broke my fall, as my face went smashing against it. There was a dim calling somewhere past the whistling of the breeze. A panic voice carried off into the air as the storm picked up its pace. My head began to pound repeatedly and I can almost hear the sloshing sound flooding in my blood streams. I moaned out when the pain heightened. My vision got dimmer; blackened eyes starting to pull shut and I was in a hallucination world of black and white. And I imagined spotting a ruby vehicle under the fair sheets.
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[Lee Seungri POV]
I stared as the Ferrari zoomed away. My vision was unfocused; a touch of cold fingers on my frenzied lips tugged me back to my normal being. Shook my head once, and I started for the stairs. My ears now fully awake and aware of my surrounding began to pick up noises radiating from the hall way leading to the front entrance. I punched in the floor digit leading up. The elevator ding to open and I shivered at the rush of wind. Stepping in, I wavered for a moment trying to make out the commotion outside. ‘Probably kids having snow ball fight’
I ensured myself grinning at the thought. I stood there in a mere second pondering on how I should confront Ji Yong.
Suddenly, wailing sounds breaking through the air, unmistakably screaming aid, caught my attention. I stuck my hands through the elevator frames just in time. My feet picked up the pace as soon as I can recognize flashing reds reflecting off the apartment building. The stressed overpowered my curiosity when I perceived the echo of Tae Yang hyung voice, dripping with panics. I took off running toward the white ambulance swerving into the entrance.
Too many people, too many, I can’t see. I forced past the
mass, searching for a glimpse of familiarity. Tae Yang I saw from afar is hovering with the nurses over someone. My feet froze at sight when I came up to him.
‘NO!’
“Hyung! Hyung! Ji Yong!” I screamed, shoving my way toward Ji Yong limp body. His skin has no sense of blood on them. ‘Is he dead?!’ “NO!” I cried out in terror, feeling hot tears sprung alive. I thrust out in order to touch his body while being pushed into the van but I couldn’t. Someone was hauling me away; I can’t reach him. Tae Yang climbed onto the ambulance, head in his palm, raking his fingers across his scalp. My breaths came out in gasps and I barely managed my voice to call out his name but he didn’t hear me.
It all happened too fast, and too much, as my head nauseated to a degree of madness. Through my tearstained face and tearstained eyes I see a blurry Top hyung, rushing to my direction. Daesung pained face was closer to me than Top. He reached out for me while I grasped my face in my sleeves and sob.
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The doctor insisted that we stayed in a separate waiting room due to the amount of press and people shoveling their way into the already packed hospital. Top and Daesung comforted me as I sit in the middle, neither listening to them nor paying attention to anything else in the room. I was half conscious half delusional from the shock. My mind replayed the lifeless image of Ji Yong clad only with a t-shirt, bruised eyes swollen from the winter storm. His chapped lips, flutter with a brutal purple and skin paled out of blood. I groaned out tugging on the sleeves of my jacket to keep from myself from darting to the ER. Daesung speaks softly to me; arm wrapped protectively around my shoulder. He reminded me that Ji Yong was still alive and he would make it through. “That’s what the doctor said” he echoed. We waited for hours when the sight of Tae Yang and the doctor sauntered through the glass door relieved the silent room. Tae Yangs’ eyes were sick with grief and worry landed on mine the second he saw me. Top and Daesung stood up; I needed to but my knee gave out.
“Anyhaseyo, Chopaksanim, Ji Yong had some case of pneumonia. His respiratory area was already infected before we found him. His body exhausted all the energy from being in the freezing storm for quite an amount of time. He is in treatment for some antibiotic right now. It seems like he obtained it through someone who had been infected.” He paused and looked at either one of us in question if we had also been infected. No one answered.
“But he passed the serious phase already so you all should not worry too much. I need to talk to one of you about his medical history and other information for check up.”
“Oh I can do that!” Top hyung volunteered and followed the doctor through another door leading to the office.
“Where is he at?” I moaned out under my breath. Cold sweat began to form from the anxiety that hasn’t yet fade away.
“He’s resting. We can’t see him yet. You two go back home. I’ll let you know when you can see him.” Tae Yang voice was suddenly soaked with anger. At instance I knew those words were aimed at me for I was the one and only cause of this disaster. The fault was mine and Ji Yong had to be the one that received punishment.
“Go!” Tae Yang ordered as he left the room.
The hush up afterward stood still for few minutes, by then Top hyung walked in and signaled us to head home. I followed like an empty shell behind Daesung. Tae Yang remarks resonated in my ear. He was right to be mad at me. His mocking eyes enclosed my guilt on the way to the car. The thought of almost losing Ji Yong knocked me over like a gush of wind. On the ride home, memory of his unconscious face flooded back and I couldn’t help but wept silently.