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part two hundred and thirteen
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wc!au: team sehun [c] - sudopphun fic
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 04:30 am (UTC)(link)theme: fantasy & team multiplier
2644 words
warning: character death (hint: sehun is a ghost) this might get angsty
Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - sudopphun fic
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 04:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - sudopphun fic
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 04:30 am (UTC)(link)Kyungsoo already has a drawer in Joonmyun’s apartment, a toothbrush sitting right next to Joonmyun’s on the sink, and spot in Joonmyun’s bed that he can almost never seem to leave. They’ve been dating for three years and Kyungsoo is sure by now, has been sure for a very long time, that this is what he wants: waking up to Joonmyun’s smile, a house filled with Joonmyun’s awkward laughter, never growing old of the way that Joonmyun never stops trying to impress him no matter how long they’ve been together.
He wants to live with Joonmyun. But he doesn’t want to move his things into Joonmyun’s apartment. He wants—
“No.” Kyungsoo leans up and places a small kiss on the corner of Joonmyun’s mouth. “Let’s find an apartment together.”
“Okay,” Joonmyun says with a soft smile. “Okay.”
It takes them a couple of months to find a place.
Kyungsoo can tell that Joonmyun is starting to get a little impatient—the way he asks Kyungsoo to stay over at his apartment almost every night, and holds his hand a little too long every time Kyungsoo tries to make a journey back to his own apartment. He’s been waiting a very long time to live with Kyungsoo because Kyungsoo isn’t always the easiest person to date. He’s hesitant about affection, he doesn’t like PDA, and he likes to take things slow. It was seven dates before he would even think to kiss Joonmyun.
But they have to find the perfect place, and one within their mutual budget because Kyungsoo doesn’t feel comfortable letting Joonmyun pay for the entire place himself, even if he could. Kyungsoo sometimes likes to forget that his boyfriend is filthy rich.
Kyungsoo finds the place by himself. Joonmyun was supposed to meet him to check out the apartment on his lunch break, but got called into an important meeting last minute. As soon as Kyungsoo walks in, he feels it. He gives it a cursory quick look around, but he doesn’t really need to. There’s something about the place, a feeling that he gets. It’s perfect.
This is the one, he texts Joonmyun.
Okay, Joonmyun replies minutes later. He trusts him.
They move in a week later. The move is relatively easy, and their neighbors greet them happily and with plenty of baked goods and casseroles.
Kyungsoo is happy. Waking up next to Joonmyun in their bed, taking a shower with Joonmyun in their bathroom, even having to deal with the piles of Joonmyun’s dirty laundry—it makes Kyungsoo happy. When Joonmyun has a day off, they even get to eat breakfast together. Joonmyun sits at the kitchen table reading the newspaper or checking the stocks while Kyungsoo fixes up his favorite soup. He would let Joonmyun cook, but that’s always a disaster.
“Oh, that’s so sad,” Joonmyun says as Kyungsoo turns and places the pot of soup onto the table.
He places a couple bowls on the table as well and gets out the chopsticks before he replies, “What is?”
“A nineteen year old died in a car accident the other day.” Joonmyun sets the newspaper down with a frown and picks up a spoon to scoop some soup into his bowl. “It was only a block away.”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “I thought this was a safe neighborhood. What’s his name?”
“Oh Sehun.”
“He had so much life left,” Kyungsoo says sadly, and Joonmyun leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Don’t worry too much about it, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe,” Kyungsoo says, and stands to head toward to rice cooker that just started beeping. “How much rice do you want?”
Kyungsoo doesn’t consider himself a superstitious person, but there’s some noises going on in the apartment that are starting to worry him. He likes to keep the house in complete silence when Joonmyun is gone so that he can focus on working on his novel. When Joonmyun is in the house, he has a lot more trouble writing anything.
He’s only managed to get a few words of a new chapter typed out when he hears what sounds like a bump coming from down the hall. He sits his laptop to the side and stands up from the couch, making his way toward the noise. They always keep their windows and doors locked and there’s very good security for the apartment complex, so it can’t be anything dangerous. He thinks.
He looks into everyone room, but only manages to spot something when he gets to the last room on the left side. A framed picture of Kyungsoo and Joonmyun on top of Namsan Tower, from their third date, is face down on the dresser instead of propped up like it should be.
“Huh, that’s weird,” Kyungsoo mumbles to himself.
He sets the picture upright and turns to head out of the room when he hears the sound of a whisper. He whirls around, but nothing is behind him. He shivers when he feels a chill run through the room.
“I’m going crazy,” he says. “I need to get out of the house.”
He leaves the room as fast as his legs can carry him and texts his friend Chanyeol: let’s grab lunch. He hopes that’ll be enough to get him back to his senses.
“Let’s shower together,” Joonmyun whispers into the back of Kyungsoo’s neck, wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist.
Kyungsoo leans back against Joonmyun’s chest and hums, too tired to argue or pull away. “Okay,” he says, and Joonmyun’s smile is blinding. Kyungsoo doesn’t often agree to showering together, seeing as how little showering seems to get done while they're in there.
They step out of the shower an hour later, freshly clean and ful of giggles, Joonmyun’s only complaint about how he’s going to hide the hickies that now line the side of his neck. Kyungsoo presses one of his fingertip into the darkest one right above Joonmyun's collarbone.
“You don’t need to hide them,” he whispers, leaning forward to press a deep kiss to Joonmyun’s mouth.
Joonmyun places his hands on Kyungsoo’s waist, pulling him close—but Kyungsoo’s jerks away soon after, so fast that he almost knocks his head against the shower door.
“Fuck,” he shouts with wide eyes, staring at something behind Joonmyun’s head.
The outline of a handprint in the fog on the mirror. Kyungsoo runs clear out of the bathroom, trying to get as far away as he can, and Joonmyun chases after him, grabbing his wrist to finally slow him down.
“Stop, Kyungsoo, it’s all right,” he tries to say, pulling Kyungsoo forward into a hug. “One of us probably touched the mirror without noticing.”
“We weren’t even near the mirror,” Kyungsoo says, pulling away from Joonmyun’s embrace and stepping back. “I’m really started to regret this entire apartment thing.” He growls out, but stops when he notices the hurt look on Joonmyun’s face and places a hand on his cheek. “No, no, I love living with you." He stops to place a kiss on Joonmyun's lips. "I just mean. Weird things keep happening, Joonmyun.”
“It’s okay, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He grabs Kyungsoo’s hand and squeezes. “Now let’s go finish getting cleaned up.”
Kyungsoo nods. When they return to the bathroom, the handprint is gone.
Kyungsoo tries to act like everything is normal, but he can’t quite shake the feeling that something is in the house. He starts to spend a little more time out of the house, retreats into himself a little more, and one night he doesn’t even come home. He ignores Joonmyun’s calls and texts and sleeps on the floor of Chanyeol’s flat because he can’t bring himself to return to that place.
Joonmyun thinks he’s being ridiculous, but he can’t help it.
It’s proven to not be so ridiculous a few days later.
He returns to the apartment after spending most of the day out, and Joonmyun still isn’t home from work. He shivers as soon as he steps inside and almost wants to turn back—and he should have. Because when he gets inside, there’s a young boy sitting on his couch.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” Kyungsoo says, frantic, taking a few steps back.
The boy stands and looks at him with wide eyes. “You can see me?”
“What do you mean? Of course I—” can see you, Kyungsoo should finish.
But that’s when he notices: the boy is translucent. Kyungsoo can still see the edge of the couch from where the boy’s standing, through his body.
“Oh my god,” he says to himself. “I’ve really hit the deep end. I need to check myself into a mental facility right now because I am seeing things—”
“No,” the boy shouts, and he sounds so broken and desperate that Kyungsoo instantly stops talking. “I’m real. My name is Sehun—”
“Sehun?” Kyungsoo asks, and he doesn’t know how but he remembers that name from so many weeks ago, back when he had been so happy about this apartment and he and Joonmyun had been so whole. He remembers that name. “You died.”
Sehun nods and takes a step closer. Kyungsoo notices the way he flickers in and out of vision, like he’s fading away. “I’m—I’m a ghost.”
Kyungsoo laughs, a full body guffaw, bending over a slapping his knees and tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. He laughs because he can’t believe the state of his life right now. He laughs because the thing he’s been so afraid of is a nineteen year old harmless boy. He laughs because there is a ghost in his living room and his boyfriend is going to be home in ten minutes.
“What are you doing here?” he manages to say when he's finally calmed down.
“I don’t know, I just,” Sehun says, and he flickers again. This time he disappears for ten seconds, “appeared here after I died. I need your help.”
Kyungsoo scoffs. “How in the world am I going to help you?”
Sehun takes a step toward Kyungsoo, tries to reach out and grab him by the arm but is goes right through. Kyungsoo shivers, and looks up to see Sehun looking so sad and so dejected. Like he would give anything in the world to touch someone again, even a stranger.
“You have to help me move on. You’re the only one who can.”
Joonmyun does arrive ten minutes later, to find his boyfriend sitting on the couch with a strange boy. He raises an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know we were going to be having company,” he says, and though he sounds pleasant, Kyungsoo can recognize his tight, pissed off smile. He slips his shoes off and walks to where Kyungsoo and Sehun are sitting. “Who’s this?”
“Don’t freak out,” Kyungsoo says, standing and grabbing Joonmyun’s hand. “This is Sehun, he’s a ghost, and he needs our help.”
Joonmyun promptly freaks out.
After a few minutes of calming him down, Kyungsoo trying to coax him with soft words and even softer kisses and Sehun watching awkwardly from the couch, he finally agrees.
“So how are we going to do this?” Joonmyun asks.
Good question, Kyungsoo thinks.
Google does not give any good answers, and none of them have any idea how to help a ghost pass to the other side. They’re all huddled over Kyungsoo’s laptop at the kitchen, scrawling through numerous stories about people’s ghost sighting—that Kyungsoo is a lot less skeptical about now—and recommendations for good ghost movies.
“Aw, I love Ghost. Poor Patrick Swayze,” Joonmyun says as they scroll through, and Kyungsoo elbows him in the ribs.
“This isn’t working,” Kyungsoo says, turning to face Sehun. “Do you… do you remember how you died, Sehun?”
“I—” Sehun’s eyes widen and flickers again, and Kyungsoo’s worried that he’s scared him away, but he reappears a few seconds later. “I was in a car accident. I don’t remember much.”
Joonmyun reaches a hand up as if to pat Sehun on the back, but he pulls back a second later. Kyungsoo pats him on the knee under the table. Kyungsoo knows that touching is one of the only ways that Joonmyun knows how to comfort people because he’s never been good with words. And over the very short time that they’ve known Sehun, they’ve both grown quite fond of him. It’s hard not to, knowing how his life was cut so short. He deserved so much more.
“Was there anyone in the car with you?” Joonmyun asks softly.
Sehun gasps and stands up suddenly. “My friend—Daeun—I—”
Kyungsoo types the date of Sehun’s death into the computer at rapid speed and pulls up a news report about the accident, scanning through it quickly. “There was a girl in the car,” he reads slowly, “but she lived. She lived.”
“Oh my god,” Sehun says, sitting down again. “How could I forget about her? I completely…”
“You were in shock, Sehun. It’s okay.”
Sehun stares into space, and Kyungsoo sends Joonmyun a worried glance.
“Let’s go see her. You know here she lives?” Joonmyun asks.
Sehun nods, and they all stand and make their way to Joonmyun’s car. It’s a small, expensive convertible—not exactly conspicuous—but it’s all they have. Kyungsoo doesn’t have a car, preferring to take public transportation or get rides from his friends.
Sehun is silent for the entire ride, only speaking to give the occasional directions and to respond to questions that are asked directly to him. Kyungsoo and Joonmyun don’t speak much either. It doesn’t seem like the time.
When they finally pull up in front of the house Sehun directed, they both attempt to get out of the car, but Sehun says, “no.”
“I just. I want to see her.”
Kyungsoo nods. He glances over at Joonmyun, and he thinks he understands. Sometimes talking is the hardest part. Sometimes just looking is enough.
It takes about twenty minutes before Kyungsoo sees a girl around Sehun’s house exiting the house. She has a sling around her arm, probably left over from the accident, but otherwise she’s fine. She’s talking on the phone and she has a small smile on her face as she walks down the steps of her house and heads to her car.
Kyungsoo glances back to see Sehun nodding, a smile on his face.
“She’s okay,” he says, and looks back at Kyungsoo and Joonmyun with a wide smile. “I guess this is it. Thank y—”
With that, he fades away. Kyungsoo doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels Joonmyun presses a palm to his face, wiping at the tears with his thumb.
“I love you so much,” Joonmyun says, pulling Kyungsoo into a small kiss. “But let’s move out of that apartment as soon as possible.”
One year later, Kyungsoo has his first novel published. The inside cover reads: Dedicated to my love, Joonmyun and my inspiration, Sehun.
Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - sudopphun fic
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 04:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - sudopphun fic
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 04:50 am (UTC)(link)