[MISC] Fic Bits

Inspiration taken from the random post of fic prompts I recently made. I went through the plenty papers filled with writing that I have at home and found a few bits and pieces of writing that I've never typed out or continued anymore. These are the few things I know I don't have inspiration and time to do anything with, so I'm leaving them here because they mostly stand on their own. If anyone feels like doing anything with them, feel free. Once again, link me to the end result. There's only one that's claimed by someone and cannot be used and that's the fourth one. ^-^

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1.
“Yah!”
The boy turned around when his hyung called out to him like that. He was surprised to see the other at a distance less than two meters away, but didn’t show it.
“You.” his hyung continued, taking his hand and pulling him into a sudden hug. “Take care of yourself. Don’t let them think you’re weak.”
The boy smiled, hearing the sincere worry in the other one’s voice. It was one of the few times that his hyung showed any sign of love, so the hug was all the more precious. Yet the boy did not hug back, because he knew that if he’d try to catch him, his hyung would only break free again. As long as he felt free, he would stay.
The boy smiled when his hyung finally let go. He looked up in those familiar eyes for a moment, before turning around and walking away.
His hyung was like a cat. Proud, independent and unwilling to let anyone else decide for him.
He himself was more like a dog. Playful, loyal and in need of a safe shelter so to not get lost in the big world.
A smile brightened the boy’s face as he walked away from everything he knew.
He would return like a cat, to be as strong like his hyung.
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2.
He didn’t really know where it came from, but when it arrived it felt like burning your tongue on way too hot soup but not really caring because the soup tasted so bad that it numbed your senses. It was surprising to feel that way again after many years of trying his best to forget it, yet the familiarity of it all made it feel quite alright and he didn’t really care anymore if it hurt or not.
The aftermath of the experience was much worse, however. Days of breathless gasping for air were followed by nights of crying his heart out and it didn’t take long for him to forget all about his fear for heights and climb up to the rooftop of the apartment complex he lived in. No one was there to look over him so he soon found himself staring down at the busy street below wondering how long the fall would take and how much it would hurt. Before he could start thinking of testing it out, though, two arms were wrapped around his middle and he was pulled away from the edge of the roof.
The following days were spent trying to pretend that everything was alright, while at night he clutched his friend’s T-shirt and soaked both the clothing and the sheets with his tears. It was much like having your toe crushed under a horse’s hoove for so long that you start feeling the pain in the rest of your body as well, but he didn’t really care because hurting was better than the numbness that he knew would follow later.
When the tears dried out and the lump in his throat became a sharp, pointy rock he knew that the suffering had just begun.
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3.
“Just look at me!” he exclaimed, almost pleading the other to just, even for a second, turn around and look at him. But when he got what he asked for, he wasn’t so sure anymore if that was the right thing to have asked for. Yesung’s eyes were filled with a defeat that went so deep Siwon wasn’t sure if there was anything else left in the man.
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4.
The first time they met, he had spent countless hours trying to find out her name. It hadn’t been until she left that he had found out. She had simply asked for his phone and added in her number under her name. Now he usually wasn’t one to look at the details, but her name had been beautiful. Especially the foreign feel to it. When he tried to read it, she had laughed it away and told him the right way of pronouncing the letters. Now Kangin wasn’t one to be easily affected by the dull nothingness of words but she made it sound all the better.
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5.
Snow. There’s snow. He must be outside for that to happen, he realises, so he opens his eyes and takes a big breath of fresh air. The feeling of his lungs being filled with the much needed oxygen is almost intoxicating, but he figures there’s no time to marvel over the freedom of not being in danger. Slowly, he takes a step forward, and then another one, letting his too-long-left-unused legs get used to carrying him again. He’s lost. Not sure where he has to go. After all, he has been locked up in the dark for way too long. Who knows what the world looks like right now.
He doesn’t know for how long he has been walking when he suddenly finds himself surrounded by houses. There’s no one outside, however, and the snow is still covering him in a layer of soft white. He figures he should find cover before it gets too much and it might storm. That’s when a huge monster cuts off his path an huge lights blind his eyes. Moments later the lights go out and something is pulled open. A young man comes into sight and he figures he should say something, so he tries his best to remember how to but before he can, the other utters the first sophisticated few words of their conversation.
“Dude, you’re naked.” He looks down at himself and realises that’s a very true fact. Slightly flustered he tries to cover up the private parts as the other continues. “Isn’t it freaking cold like this? are you sporting a death wish?” He frowns, over-thinks his best options and finally answers.
“I’m lost.” he croaks, his voice hoarse from disuse. “Do you happen to know where I am right now?” The other stares at him eyes wide, wondering obviously whether he’s sane or not It’s not clear what the other eventually decides but at least he’s not running away screaming. Instead, he does something with the silver stick in his hand and the monster comes back to life for a moment, lights blinking twice before it dies out again.
“You’re in Inyeong, dear sir.” the young man then says, dropping the silver stick in his pocket. “You’re honestly not freezing to death right now?” He considers that question for a while, looking at his slightly blue-ish hands. For a moment he thinks about coming up with something that makes sense, but his brains don’t seem to work properly yet, so in the end he just goes for the truth. Not that it involves a lot of planning.
“Dead? Yes, I was dead.” he starts, rubbing one hand over the toher. Both hands are cold, ha no real feeling whatsoever and it basically was like rubbing two ice cubes against each other. The young man seems to notice his cold because he sighs.
“Dead, huh?”