#flyingorca

Warning : Its 2min, i feel so gay toward my favorite couple ever, and the story is so fluffy as fuck. Enjoy. 

Its been a long time since Sunday was one of the day they could enjoy without any work to do since they usually performing a lot on weekend. They promised to meet at 4pm, in the place where their memories was made, laugh, joy, doubt, cry, lust, angry, lonely, longing, and also love. From the very first time they exchanged greeting in awkward gesture until the last time they argued about each other’s demand. The clock is tickling, 20 minutes away from the said time but he wants to be there as soon as possible. He usually would be the late one but today he wants to surprise him by waiting at the front door of their shared dorm. He going upstairs to second floor where he would hide in the dark alley, too much exited to handle, imaging that froggy face would be shock upon his little silly behaviour. He has the spare key but decide to wait there while rewinding the past ten years memory of them.

 “Taeminie???” He glance up to the voice, the baritone voice of him that always sounds like a breeze, calming.

 “Are you that exited to see me? Its still a minutes before 4, you usually takes another minutes after the said time. How’s my haircut??” Said him with that generous smile. He doesn’t have a word to replay those teasing but instead he flying to him, wrapping his hand around his shoulder and pull him in a soft kiss. He always amazed on how their lips fit each other like a two different pieces of puzzle that mean to attached side by side and creating a clear picture. Their remind like that for another minutes, a simple gently kiss with nibbling and licking. They could be in that position for the next day but the time keep running, and there is no way they want to waste it.

 “Let’s get inside first, you open the door and ill take your belonging.” Said Minho. Taemin pouting for the separation but the groceries he bought couldn’t being ignore for their lovely goofy times. He search for the key in his jeans pocket while Minho take Taemin’s shopping bags just beside the door. Minho smile upon peeking up a little to see what inside, it’s full of food stuff like vegetables, raw seafood, meat, and also a two bottle of Château Mani Nouveau. As Minho remember, it probably from Taemin’s parents because they ever mentioned about their favourite Korean red wine from the neighborhood. Minho need to make a call later to deliver his gratitude for being supportive parents toward their activity, and also, relationship.

 Taemin is about to open the door but get distracted by the way Minho’s breathing right on the back of his neck, trailing that skillful tongue over it, makes his breath become short and full of wants. The door has opened just for being slammed again fastly. Minho put the all the thinks on his hand on the floor, leaving it like that and hope he didn’t break any fragile think on it as he wrapping his strong arm around the tiny body of Taemin, trapping him on the wall as he easly lift him by his slim thigh. The innocent kiss become wild as Minho devouring that plump thick lips like a beast who found its prey and Taemin with all his consciousness, willingly to let him do whatever he wants because he also want it bad. The clothes are removed piece by piece until the skin make a contact, demanding for more to revealed. Minho couldn’t ever resist the milky white skin he adored from Taemin, so tempting for leaving a visible bite mark on it, showing how much he has territory over him. The angelic voice that escape from his delicious lips only driving him crazy and he wants louder of it. Taemin could feel something already poking hardly around his ass and the thought of being fuck on the wall just make him moaning shamelessly, filling the empty dark room.

 “Be ready, love.” Say the alluring voice, ready to take and being taken.

 After three hours of making love, the lover over the hills take some times to rest. Dark already covered the sky with a sound of car’s honking and people chatting showing the night life in capital city. Minho lift Taemin’s baby hand in the air and comparing with his big one in the other side, he laught for the comparision.

 “Yah!!!” Taemin whining, smack his naked chest lightly.

 “How could this drawf hand being so destructive, huh, Taemin? Did you remember you broke a motorcycle for our shooting just because you touched it?”

 “It was an accident! I was scold by Key Hyung right away, the nagging was not a joke thought. “

 “Yeah, while Jinki hyung comforting you so he ended up being scold by Key too, and Jonghyun Hyung and I was laugh our ass off because of the scene.” A little giggle hanging in the air, a random memory about them being together always be the treasure for being cherished.

 “I miss the Hyungs.” Say Taemin, snuggling closer to the warm body.

 “We miss the Hyungs, Taemin.”

 “I still feel guilty towards you and the others.”

 Minho frowning, kissing the top of Taemin’s head and inhale the perfect scent that only belong to him, a baby scent,”What is it, baby?”

 “There was a time when I have an urge to go as a solo, to pursuit my dream for myself, to being alone and proving I can do everything by myself. I probably can but if its mean to lost all of you in my life at the end, I wouldn’t let that chance to happened, I wouldn’t let even thinking about that. And knowing that you all really leaving me this time, I feel like I’ve been cursed for what I ever though, like a dreams come true,  the nightmare one.”

 “We are not leaving you, Tae, even Jonghyun Hyung never really left us. We just separated for a while for the sake of this country. I hate to say this but you doing well so far without us. You were the one that has been working so hard especially when you have your first solo. We were so worried about you back then, when you were the only one with extra schedule and barely had a time to rest, but its all worth it, isn’t it? You find your own music, every second you stepping closer to be a dancer just like your dream, and what else could be happier but be able to enjoy what you do in your life. Not so many people find the joy of their lives, you should be thankful. Obstacle, tired, hopeless always comes the way but your goal are beyond than that and you need to bring your huge dream to your real life, remember that.”

 Even in the dark, he could see the watery eyes of Taemin, glittering and shining like a dark sky full of stars, twinkling beautifully. He give him a soft kiss on the lips, taking his breath away.

 “I love you. Iam sure you will be the most strong and handsome marine boy  soldier they ever had. I don’t expect anything but you comeback to me, complete in one piece, specially here.” Say Taemin, pointing at Minho’s probably heart would be.

 “I love you, more. Take care of yourself, you are mine, tell that to peoples who wants you!” Say Minho with his overprotective stare and sound Taemin would miss.

 “Ill make something for our dinner, don’t worry, I already learn from Kyungsoo to make a proper meals for eat!” Say Taemin, ready for get out from the most comfortable hug and bed before Minho lazily pull him back.

“But your ass say hello again to me, we can delay the meals.”

She continue her way with a heavy step, literally. Her antibody is decreasing and she start to have headache attack every five minutes. The dizziness will led her to vomiting and become languid. The bitterness of the herb Rune gave her seems tasteless as her tongue already death with it. When she wants to take the herb, her hand stop moving, feeling a sudden pain striking her muscle. The pain causing her to screaming until she can't see nothing but blank.

The girl lying there helpless on the weed grass, let the pain taking over  because she can't beat it for now. Maybe she needs a good sleep for a minutes to get rid of the pain as she close her eyes slowly. The sun is ready to set, leaving the half part of the world to give the moon its time to shine, then again, how many days and nights has been passed lost in here? Would she die this easy when she finally have a goal for her journey?

The wind blowing mildly, following the rhythm of her heavy breath. The poison seems to attack her mind this time as she feel her body hovering in the empty air, flying without knowing how or where to go. She could feel the grass pointing on her back, makes her tickled as her body keep walking against gravity until she sensing something hard would crash her. The bare skin of her back finally hit a scaly thing, dry and quite sharp as her skin make a reaction in itchy, but soft. When she able to moving again, she peek a little to the side and find a haystack supporting her. The invisble wind coming crossing her like dancing along, it summon the hay to pill up behind and help her to sit up with twilight view as the scenery.

"No matter how many times you witnessing this phenomenome, how could you still stuned by its beauty."

She turn her head to the opposite side, finding a woman with black long hair until it touch the ground. No, its more like a root growing from her scalp.

Her eyes were like glancing at the girl's eyes. Her gaze is calm, like she was playing in the middle of a pine forest that had just been rained. Her face was smooth like a thin fabric she is wearing right now.

"Feeling better, child?"

The sound of a caring mother makes her eyes watering for missed the figure she adored so much. She must be the Mother.

"Yes." said the girl, smiling sweetly. She tried to change her sit position to watch the blue sky better which is about to darken.

"Did your wind bring me here?" asked the girl.

"The wind is nobody's, dear, so does another elements. Nature is the most beautiful gift to humans, but it cannot be owned.”

"But, you control the wind just then. I was unconscious and it brought me here.” Said the girl. The mother tilts her head up while thinking, seeing a round cloud passing slowly over their heads.

"Do you want me to make it rain?"

The girl nodded eagerly as no matter if they would get wet. The mother turned her hand into the air, making white clouds change the color to gray as if the drop would soon appear. But the rain does not come, so did the clouds that passed them, makes the girl confuse with the Mother waving at the cloud that flying away.

"I can't make rain fall when clouds don't have enough water volume, or simply, rain won't drop if it really doesn't want to happen."

The girl let her mouth open, another term she finally understand about her power towards nature.

“We are not controllers, we are bound more than that. It's like the other side of us who can calm down like the ocean, cheerful like the sun, or energetic like a volcano ready to explode. But when we are disturbed, we will work together to protect each other, because we are wild enough to expressing ourseleves.”

The sunlight getting brighter with a calming orange color, asking for their attention at the gods of light as if its want to say goodbye for today. A wide expanse of sky emits three colors scattering to each other which makes it more beautiful to enjoy, orange, white, and baby blue, like a giant prism.

"How do you feel?"

"It's never been this great after taking a poison." they both laughed. Not long after, a dot of light appeared flying near the girl. One dot brought three other dots, then eight, then dozens, then tens. Fireflies appears in the dark, run and run after each other. A strong night wind makes the weeds like waving, dancing along. The girl had never seen such a bright night sky with a sprinkling of stars, twinkling with each other, making an endless trail in space, so does the sands on pentagon glasses, shining brightly. The scenery she never expected to experiencing with the tears finally escape from that tired eyes.

"Iam home, right? Iam about to death with very blessing scenery in front of my very eyes, I don't mind dying then."

The mother stroking her hair gently, "Not yet. The story of the earth is still very long, we will meet again for sharing.”

She take something from his bag, an object that makes the Mother wondering.

"Is that fireworks?"

"Yes." She clenched her hands with unlit fireworks standing upright on the wire, her lips start to moving without a sounds, chanting the spell.

"What are you praying for?"

"For this moment to not stolen away if i managed to survive." Said the girl, smiling ear to ear on those purple lips.

Rindu, untuk kaki itu berlari lebih kencang dari angin di atas lapangan luas tak terbatas tanpa disuruh kembali, untuk sesuatu yang terbentang dan menanti di depan mata tanpa tali yang mengikat pada ujung besi, untuk pergi sebagai utuh tanpa menggendong diri lain yang memegang kendali.

Hari demi hari,

Ia berjalan santai, tidak seperti sebelum sebelumnya yang lebih sering cemas jika ketinggalan kereta pukul dua pagi. Menyaksikan kereta mendekat secara perlahan dari sisi jalan menjadi hal yang khusyuk ia nikmati, bahkan melebihi ibadahnya kepada Tuhan. Langit gelap dan suasana stasiun yang sunyi, bertumpuk-tumpuk gerbong yang sudah tak terpakai dan mulai memperlihatkan karatnya justru menjadi hal yang unik untuk disaksikan, bahkan belakangan menjadi objek berfoto dan dipajang di tiap akun media sosial. Dini hari itu, sama seperti dini hari kemarin dan yang sudah sudah, tak ada yang diekspektasi, tak ada pikiran lain selain dapat barang sejam atau dua jam memejamkan mata yang mulai berat, hingga ia duduk berhadapan dengan romantismenya.

Duduk diapit oleh dua penumpang bak zombie dengan mulut yang menganga ketika tertidur membuatnya meminimalisir ruang untuk dirinya, sebisa mungkin tidak kena tomprok kalau-kalau kedua orang di kanan kirinya ini sebenarnya bukan tidur tapi pingsan. Di hadapannya, juga seorang yang baru naik dari stasiun ini, ia melihat jaket maroon itu sebelumnya dua meter lebih depan dengan hoodie yang sudah menutupi hampir setengah wajahnya bagian atas. Tidak ada yang spesial, mereka sama-sama mencari posisi yang nyaman di tengah orang yang sudah tewas dalam dengkurnya, memasang earphone dan mulai mencari playlist untuk dimainkan sembari mengiringi tidur singkat mereka sampai di stasiun akhir. Tas ditaruh di depan dan di peluk, lebih erat dan mesra daripada memeluk pacar, kadang merebahkan kepala di atasnya. Ruang yang terlalu sempit untuk mendapatkan privacy itu akhirnya membuat mereka saling menatap, tidak melalui mata berkantung hitam yang menjuntai dengan lancangnya, namun dengkul yang saling menarik diri ketika tak sengaja bergesekkan.

Kereta lintas kota bukan shinkansen yang bisa membuat koin tetap berdiri pada pinggirannya sangkin stabilnya, gerbong pun berbelok mengikuti lihai sang masinis mengendalikan roda untuk tetap berada pada rel-nya. Kedua dengkul pun mau tak mau saling menyentuh, cukup kasar untuk permulaan. Keduanya berusaha menghindar, saling menarik ketika dirasa akan bersentuhan lagi. Mata masih saling tertutup, tak mau menyia-nyiakan waktu meski posisi sama sekali tak bisa membuat terlelap. Belokan tajam tak dapat dihindari, membuat salah satu dengkul mau tak mau menjadi penahan dengkul yang lain yang lebih kecil, yang lebih terombang-ambing, hingga saat jalur kembali lurus dengan kerikil-kerikil kecil di pinggirnya.

Pagi ini ibukota ramai, bukan oleh para pencari nafkah melainkan segerombol manusia yang senang integrasi pecah. Suara teriakan bahkan lebih kencang dari klakson kendaraan yang tak sabaran, lebih nyaring dari suara mesin besar pengolah semen yang bergeming. Beberapa bunyi ledakan mulai terdengar, selongsong peluru telah lepas dari cangkangnya. Ia tercengang, bunyi ini, berita utama hari ini, seperti memori yang pernah terekam dalam ingatannya.

Jalan siang saat itu sunyi dan sepi. Tangan mungilnya tiba-tiba ditarik dengan kuat oleh sang ayah, melayang sampai ia berada di gendongan. Ayahnya mempercepat langkah sambil sesekali menengok ke belakang, entah bersembunyi atau sedang dikejar. Keringat dingin mulai mengucur di kedua pelipis, bola matanya mengecil seiring langkah yang berganti menjadi lari. Akhirnya mereka masuk ke rumah besar dan luas, rumah yang selalu khas aroma parfum yang menyengat. Gerbang digembok rantai besar berkarat dengan bola besi hitam diujungnya begitu pun pintu garasi yang ditutup rapat, menyisakan beberapa garis sinar yang menerobos masuk melalui celah jendela.

Suara letusan tiba-tiba muncul entah darimana, begitu kencang hingga membuat ia terkejut tapi terjingkrak sangking senangnya, teringat pesta pembagian hadiah 17 agustusan yang dimeriahkan oleh berbagai petasan dan kembang api yang meledakkan berbagai warna-warni di langit tak berbintang. Ibunya memegangi badannya yang tak bisa diam ketika banyak pasang mata melihat tajam ke arah mereka, tatapan orang tua yang menyuruh anaknya untuk diam. Ibunya berbisik, ia boleh kemana saja mengitari rumah yang luasnya pernah membuat ia tersesat asal jangan keluar atau bersuara.

Kaki kecilnya melangkah menjauhi wajah-wajah ketakutan penuh teror dengan perhiasan emas menghiasi pergelangan, dengan sebuah bilah panjang yang mengkilap sampai ujung dalam genggaman, dan sebongkah benda berat dengan pelatuk yang berkeliaran bebas dan moncong yang menembus bahan celana yang dikenakan. Ia berjalan menuju pojok ruang dengan meja kayu yang sudah lapuk, dengan surat kabar dan majalah yang bertumpuk. Surat kabar yang teratas artinya yang terbaru, maka ia ambil koran tersebut, berlagak menirukan cara baca orang dewasa dengan duduk dan berongkang-ongkang. Tangannya yang masih pendek tak dapat membentangkan dua halaman sekaligus hingga beberapa jatuh ke lantai, menyisakan satu halaman paling depan dan belakang.

Sejak dini hari matanya tak terlelap, terjaga karena tak ingin terlewat sampai siang. Nafasnya bunyi, seperti ada binatang kecil terperangkap di kerongkongan. Bantal yang ditumpuk sembarang seperti tak berguna ketika tak bisa meredam suaranya yang terengap-engap. Ketika pikiran tak bisa membuat terlelap dalam gelap, matanya terbuka lebih cepat dari alarm yang akan berbunyi nyaring satu menit kemudian.

Kota ini sepertinya dikutuk. Pagi hari tak ada embun, tak ada hawa dingin, tak ada keinginan untuk membuka jendela dan menghirup udara pagi ketika pemandangan yang disajikan hanyalah gedung beton segi empat yang saling berjejer dan saling berlomba siapa yang paling menjulang hingga menyentuh awan, saling tak mau kalah siapa yang lebih mengotori udara dan membuat bising ketika bor menembus dinding.

Sepeda motor berserakan seperti tak bertuan, aspal mengebulkan debu tebal bahkan sebelum sesuatu melintas pada permukaan. Kendaraan berjejal memadati jalan yang sering kali mengambil hak para pejalan, takut dipotong upah jika terlambat datang ke tempat penguasa korporat. Rambu lalu lintas hanya sebagai penghias yang tak diindahkan ketika ego buas yang diandalkan untuk saling salip dan melanggar tata tertib.

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The ringing makes her eyes opened immedietly. Her fingers gently push the button off before stretching her body. Its 7 o’clock in the morning, time to brush her teeth with stinging antibiotic smells hanging on her toothbrush. She standing in front of an oval mirror, staring at the pair of her own soft grey color’s orbs, asking herself if she had a great sleep while recalling the dream that seems to fade away along with her conscious. A peep sounds could be heard from the bathroom, signalling her breakfast is ready on the table. Nutritious breakfast is well serving on the silver plate, scramble egg with tomatoes and beans with oat, a tall glass of strawberry protein shake, and Greek yogurt with blueberry and granola. The almost same think that fill her stomach in the morning, but it’s a lot better than to have your belly empty without anything coming for a days. She remembered clearly when  she has to sleep on the street with her mother and little brother on her embrace since they didn’t have any shelter anymore. At dawn, she would digging up the trash to find any edible food in front of 24 hours fast food restaurant. She didn’t know if its count as lucky, but that night she was being captured by a stranger and live in this room for almost two months already.

The sound of the door being open makes her comeback to reality, and three peoples with long white coats entering the cold room. The light steps is echoing all over the room as the three approaching her, pretend to be friendly.

“How’s your sleep?” asked one of them, the lady with two toned colors hair on the right side. She glance up at the hanging name tag on her chest. The first two word is something she’s not understand as the three of them also have the same first two words as well. She only recognize A, I, E, O, U alphabet but not sure how to sounds it correctly. She also get confuse a lot with M and W and N and Z.

A small electric running over her skin makes her jolting, the other man with black jet short hair give her a warm smile while sticking the same device she has no idea over this two months. She already knew that he ready to shot a flash on her eyes after that as she prepare herself for not really welcoming the it. He move the flash to right and left pretty slow and her eyes would avoiding the path.

“The temperature is 37.7⁰C for a strike week and eyesight showing its normal reaction over the light. 4.8 feet, 99.2 pound, a great recovery from the very first time she arrived her.” Said the neat man on the left.

“Wow, do you hear that? You  seems much better! Do you enjoy the food in here??” asked the man in the middle with gentle smile, the oldest one judging by his white hair, almost bald head.

“Yes.” Answered the girl shortly, keeping her stare to the man in front of her.

“Glad to hear. I think you would be ready for transferred to another room, are you exited?” The girl just nodding her head slowly, doesn’t really know how to react on those statement. The three man excuse themselves after changing a ruber violet bracelet to an iron armlet on her wrist with MCCXIV written on it. She frowning at the combination, she’s not even able to read a word in the first place. She changes her dress to another white long dress with streps on its back without wearing any undergarment. The pale four walls filling up her sight the very first time she open her eyes until the last time she fall into slumber. The only chance she could get to out from her room is when she has to do routine measuring, thrice a week on another large white large space, and it’s about time the guard will come and lead her way to the said room.

The room located in the end of a long corridor covered with a thick glass walls until the only sound you could hear is your own step and breath, but the view is available to watch. She would glance on her left side to find a strange door standing firmly like it could never be destroyed. She happened to watched several people coming out from the room with strange behaviour, the peoples whose dress was white and long like her own.  Some looked gloomy while carried by the bodyguard, some laughed happily while jumping around like a rabbit on the wide field, there were also those who banged on the glass wall with all the fear showing on their faces before being anesthetized to unconsciousness, the face that scared to death, the last one she ever watched until she got this anxiety when she has a chance to glance. She has this odd feeling like she would entering those iron door soon when the guard lead her to different direction, straight to the way the door is waiting, the door she’s been wondering what had happened inside. She start to sweating, the cold materials against her bare foots makes her freeze on the spot, realizing there is no way to escape from that door.

“Code number MCCXIV is ready.”

“Bring her in.”

It was really an unfortunate to left the perfect town where the night much longer than noon and the peoples was warm and nice, but the journey has to be completed. The girl already promised to comeback if she has a chance and she left the town with Aqua pearl color covering the sky, the chirping birds also saying their farewell to her. She hold the full pocket of bread and blueberry jam the landlady gave her as food stock for a week.

She doesn't really sure where to go next nor the purpose of it, she just want to keep walking, witnessing the scenery she never seen before and meet new thinks, good or bad, live or death, who cares? She stop for a while in the middle of the forest where the tree as tall as the sky, with the uncountable various plants and flowers refreshing your sight. She decide to take a rest there, noticing the night Will come soon, enjoying the twilight. She is about to leaning her back on Giant mushroom until she hear a voice,

"You are so loud!"

The girl peeking up around, searching where the voice come from and she find someone with all black Coat with a raven on her hand a meters away from her.

"Who are you?" ask the girl. The raven suddenly flying high, leaving its owner.

"See? Even my raven can't handle it!"

"Sorry i don't know what are you talking about."

The black Coat girl looking sharply right on her eyes, "You've been cursed and the noises is enough for being inheritance for the next two generations."

A death silent hanging on the air.

"Is it surprising that iam not surprise?" say the girl, look confuse rather than scare.

"You actually scare me a bit. More than that, i've guided here because you have something on the ugly green pocket." say the black Coat girl, pointing at the girl belonging.

"Oh yeah i have plenty of bread and jam from the landlady, i don't mind sharing."

"Not the food, the firework!"

"You are the wizard!"

"So you are the one who stole it from us?"

"No! i won this at the arcery stall in carnaval night at the middle town, believe me!"

"That little Arrow maniac, still trying to make the firework become one of her feather!"

"Ill give it to you back but please don't kill me!!!" the girl handing the firework with pleading eyes, makes the wizard hesistate for a seconds.

"Damn the curse! If you don't have any certain plan to go, you should go to east and find the Holly, that clumsy light could help you with the noises. Keep the firework with you, it was made to protect the memory you choose so would never forget and it wouldn't be corrupted. Everytime you lit the fire on it, it would show your choosen past and future, only you could see that but still, beware of surrounding. Ill teach you the spell to transfer it while you find fire flame on your way."

"Really?? But why you helping me???"

"Iam not helping, iam delaying you from being a death meat for mind reader, and they are twin, double fun for die faster."

"So they Will kill me by my memory?"