Hello all, this is a fic that I wrote for the 18+ Ateez discord serverβs βGuess the Authorβ game in preparation for nanowrimo, for the prompt βPreciousβ
You can also find it on my ao3 here!
Ship β³ Yeosang/Wooyoung, could possibly be read romantic or platonic
βI get sucked into another universe [β¦] can you confidently say that all of this is real?β
Yeosang wakes up to a world that is no longer familiar to him despite its mundanity and, faced with the magnitude of his loss, begins to question whether the vivid memories he has are real or just an illusion crafted by a lonely mind.
βｑ οΎβοΈο½‘ βｑ οΎβΎ οΎο½‘ β βｑ οΎβοΈο½‘ βｑ οΎβΎ οΎο½‘ β
Yeosang opened his eyes to a chilling, creeping wind crawling over the bare skin of his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. He sat bolt upright with the feeling of something half-remembered buzzing down his fingertips, his heart dropping like a stone as he recognized the familiar ceiling of his bedroom above him.
His pink checkered pajamas were as clean and soft and vibrant as they had been the night heβd fallen asleep what felt like weeks or lifetimes ago, long before heβd woken up damp and cold in that strange world which existed somewhere between the one Yeosang knew and the one he should have, for all intents and purposes, remained totally oblivious to.
The window was cracked open, allowing a biting draft to blow through the room and throw strange shadows on the walls as his curtains drifted along with the movement of the air. The clock on his bedside table read 3:07 in bright white numbers, because Yeosang had always hated how ominous the red-faced clocks had looked in the deep night.
Everything was- exactly as it shouldβve been, and as Yeosang considered that everything heβd experienced in the world of the Other had been nothing but the product of a creative mind lashing out after too long being stifled under his parentsβ firm hand, he felt a sorrow so intense that his mind began to cloud over with a numbness that heβd forgotten he knew how to feel while basking under the constancy of Wooyoungβs warm sun.
If it was a dream - then oh, what a sweet dream it had been.
Yeosang closed his water-lined eyes, limbs slumping weakly back into too-soft sheets as the wind made itself a cold home in his chest.
But as Yeosang shifted to lay on his side, moving to hug a pillow close to his chest as some sort of bitter comfort-
Something rustled in the pocket sewn into his pajamas.
Moving slowly, as if the source of the rustling would disappear were he to make too sudden a movement, he sat up again, folding his legs together under the covers and reaching with trembling fingers into his pocket.
His hand met something soft, but firm, and a shaky breath rattled its way out of his lungs.
Yeosang pulled his hand out and found that sitting upon it, silhouetted by the dim moonlight, lay a handful of bright blue feathers, a perfect match for the hope sprouting wings in his heart.
With the delicate blue feathers shaking in his careful hold, more precious to him than anything the natural world had to offer, Yeosang smiled. He knew now, with a confidence etched into his very bones, that this wasnβt a dream - that the memories he shared with Wooyoung were as real as the feathers cradled in his palms, their delicate lines haloed by the white light of his alarm clock.
Wooyoung would find him. Like he always did - like he was always meant to.
So Yeosang would wait for him - for as long as it took.
Wooyoung had found him once⦠how hard could it be?
turnnoffyourmind
titsay
baratheonpilled
jacobvanloon
origamiaround
vaporwave
discoholicmusic
romaincrisis
