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cimmerian_shadePairing(s) : Yunho/Changmin
Genre : Horror
Summary : Changmin's worst nightmare is losing Yunho.
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Changmin always knows a dream when he's in one. Most of the time, they brink on being utterly ridiculous and impossible, something like flying porcupines with hooves running on rainbows. Sometimes it's something a little more of a thrill seek, like riding a log down a waterfall or being chased by a Shrek-like giant.
But this time, Changmin has to convince himself that it is just a dream, just a dream, because if it were reality, he doesn't know how he would be able to live on like that. It's too realistic, too painful, and it traps him and he can't bring himself to just wake up, wake up, you fool, it's just a dream, just a dream.
He doesn't remember how it even starts, how he starts being aware that he's only dreaming, but only one thing is painfully clear, from the way he clutches onto Yunho's still body, pressing his cheek to a cool chest, a bloodied hand clutched between his own. There isn't any movement, not even the slightest rise and fall that comes with breathing, not from Yunho.
Changmin remembers crying, sobbing, whimpering, just begging for Yunho to wake up, shaking the older man by his shoulders frantically to no avail. Yunho doesn't respond at all, doesn't stir, doesn't draw even a single breath.
It takes stronger arms to pull him away from Yunho's dead body, pulling him away to run, pushing him ahead, later on dragging him when his legs refuse to move. Gunshots ring around the air as he rushes together with a crowd down a street, strangely away from a supposed bomb shelter. Everything tells him that this is just a dream, he needs to wake up, but it doesn't end, and it takes another twist as he somehow ends up hiding in a rundown shack, the musty smell of rotting wood and rain hitting his nostrils. The heavy footfalls are the only things that keep him hidden in the shadows of the place, the urge to run he has to strongly resist.
The clatter of guns being reloaded and shouts and footsteps and tinkles of empty shells hitting the ground die off eventually, but he doesn't dare move. Lest he is discovered, lest he gets caught. He stays huddled in the corner furthest away from the entrance, hidden among the shadows, not even daring to breathe. Whether it's seconds, minutes or hours, he doesn't know how long he stays crouched there. Not until he hears a familiar voice that calls him does he move.
His legs are numb from the cold air and the uncomfortable position, and he struggles to stand at first. The voice continues to call for him, seeking him out a little desperately, and all he wants to do is respond.
"Yunho!" He calls out in return, as he stumbles across the room, now a white, nondescript room with a single window and door at opposite walls, pounding on the door, testing the knob only to find it locked.
"Yunho, Yunho-yah!" He calls out again, rapping his knuckles and eventually his whole fist on the door, the wood rattling under his heavy knocks. The voice calling him fades away from him, and he tries the window instead. Yanking and tugging at the bars do nothing to move them and he can only fall away from the wall, a sense of defeat and entrapment washing over him.
A knock sounds on the door, and he reaches out to open it, surprisingly unlocked, seeing Yunho standing just on the other side. He lunges for the older man, clinging on in a tight embrace, words like "I thought you were dead", "thank goodness you're all right" all get caught in the back of his throat. Yunho's hands reach up to his shoulders, and it's belatedly that Changmin realises that he's being pushed away.
He ponders for a moment, staring at the blankness of Yunho's expression, the lack of emotion in those dark brown eyes and he realises with startling clarity, shaking his head frantically and clutching onto Yunho, fingers digging painfully into the older man's back, his face buried against a bare chest as tears fill his eyes.
Yunho cups his cheek, looking straight at him with a small shake of his head, as if to say, let me go, I don't belong here, let me go, but Changmin refuses. Refuses to accept the nature of things, because after all, this is just a dream. Just a dream, isn't it?
The body in his arms becomes dead weight as it falls to the ground in a heap, and Changmin cries. The hand that he clutches is bloody, and the skin of Yunho's chest is cool to the touch. No amount of begging wakes the older man, but Changmin doesn't stop. Not until he's being pulled away, dragged away, and pushed forward when his legs will no longer listen to his brain.
He jerks up with a start, pressing his fingers to his chest where his heart pounds painfully, gasping for breath, his cheeks wet with tears. Hair clings to his face in clumps and he sucks in more pained breaths, wide-eyed and staring straight ahead.
It takes a moment before he dares to look down beside him at Yunho, before he shakes at Yunho by the shoulders, beating at his bare chest to wake up.
And Yunho does.
The older man recognises immediately the fear and panic in Changmin's slightly crazed expression, quickly sitting up as sleep leaves him in an instant, enveloping Changmin in a tight hug. He kisses Changmin's cheek, pushes hair out of his eyes and brushes away his tears, anything that might possibly convince the younger man that no matter what, he will always be there for Changmin.
But tonight, it seems that Changmin is beyond that, from the way he clutches onto Yunho, whispering a litany of don't leave me, don't leave me alone like a mantra. He holds Changmin for a long time, but Changmin no longer sleeps, too afraid of his dream turning into a reality in the blink of an eye, so he holds onto Yunho for as long as he can.
But this time, Changmin has to convince himself that it is just a dream, just a dream, because if it were reality, he doesn't know how he would be able to live on like that. It's too realistic, too painful, and it traps him and he can't bring himself to just wake up, wake up, you fool, it's just a dream, just a dream.
He doesn't remember how it even starts, how he starts being aware that he's only dreaming, but only one thing is painfully clear, from the way he clutches onto Yunho's still body, pressing his cheek to a cool chest, a bloodied hand clutched between his own. There isn't any movement, not even the slightest rise and fall that comes with breathing, not from Yunho.
Changmin remembers crying, sobbing, whimpering, just begging for Yunho to wake up, shaking the older man by his shoulders frantically to no avail. Yunho doesn't respond at all, doesn't stir, doesn't draw even a single breath.
It takes stronger arms to pull him away from Yunho's dead body, pulling him away to run, pushing him ahead, later on dragging him when his legs refuse to move. Gunshots ring around the air as he rushes together with a crowd down a street, strangely away from a supposed bomb shelter. Everything tells him that this is just a dream, he needs to wake up, but it doesn't end, and it takes another twist as he somehow ends up hiding in a rundown shack, the musty smell of rotting wood and rain hitting his nostrils. The heavy footfalls are the only things that keep him hidden in the shadows of the place, the urge to run he has to strongly resist.
The clatter of guns being reloaded and shouts and footsteps and tinkles of empty shells hitting the ground die off eventually, but he doesn't dare move. Lest he is discovered, lest he gets caught. He stays huddled in the corner furthest away from the entrance, hidden among the shadows, not even daring to breathe. Whether it's seconds, minutes or hours, he doesn't know how long he stays crouched there. Not until he hears a familiar voice that calls him does he move.
His legs are numb from the cold air and the uncomfortable position, and he struggles to stand at first. The voice continues to call for him, seeking him out a little desperately, and all he wants to do is respond.
"Yunho!" He calls out in return, as he stumbles across the room, now a white, nondescript room with a single window and door at opposite walls, pounding on the door, testing the knob only to find it locked.
"Yunho, Yunho-yah!" He calls out again, rapping his knuckles and eventually his whole fist on the door, the wood rattling under his heavy knocks. The voice calling him fades away from him, and he tries the window instead. Yanking and tugging at the bars do nothing to move them and he can only fall away from the wall, a sense of defeat and entrapment washing over him.
A knock sounds on the door, and he reaches out to open it, surprisingly unlocked, seeing Yunho standing just on the other side. He lunges for the older man, clinging on in a tight embrace, words like "I thought you were dead", "thank goodness you're all right" all get caught in the back of his throat. Yunho's hands reach up to his shoulders, and it's belatedly that Changmin realises that he's being pushed away.
He ponders for a moment, staring at the blankness of Yunho's expression, the lack of emotion in those dark brown eyes and he realises with startling clarity, shaking his head frantically and clutching onto Yunho, fingers digging painfully into the older man's back, his face buried against a bare chest as tears fill his eyes.
Yunho cups his cheek, looking straight at him with a small shake of his head, as if to say, let me go, I don't belong here, let me go, but Changmin refuses. Refuses to accept the nature of things, because after all, this is just a dream. Just a dream, isn't it?
The body in his arms becomes dead weight as it falls to the ground in a heap, and Changmin cries. The hand that he clutches is bloody, and the skin of Yunho's chest is cool to the touch. No amount of begging wakes the older man, but Changmin doesn't stop. Not until he's being pulled away, dragged away, and pushed forward when his legs will no longer listen to his brain.
He jerks up with a start, pressing his fingers to his chest where his heart pounds painfully, gasping for breath, his cheeks wet with tears. Hair clings to his face in clumps and he sucks in more pained breaths, wide-eyed and staring straight ahead.
It takes a moment before he dares to look down beside him at Yunho, before he shakes at Yunho by the shoulders, beating at his bare chest to wake up.
And Yunho does.
The older man recognises immediately the fear and panic in Changmin's slightly crazed expression, quickly sitting up as sleep leaves him in an instant, enveloping Changmin in a tight hug. He kisses Changmin's cheek, pushes hair out of his eyes and brushes away his tears, anything that might possibly convince the younger man that no matter what, he will always be there for Changmin.
But tonight, it seems that Changmin is beyond that, from the way he clutches onto Yunho, whispering a litany of don't leave me, don't leave me alone like a mantra. He holds Changmin for a long time, but Changmin no longer sleeps, too afraid of his dream turning into a reality in the blink of an eye, so he holds onto Yunho for as long as he can.
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