In which a young man named Luhan is haunted by someone he will never stop loving, even while he spends his life with another. In which a young man named Kim Minseok spends his life with someone who will never stop loving someone long gone, even while he himself is haunted by the memory of someone he will never forget. This is a story about two people whose stories intertwine with each others and many other people's around them in a tale that begins and ends with acceptance.
A/N: Aaahhhhh. Publishing fics. I've been slowly working on this one for a while. Idea that popped up in my head a while ago and i thought this is a brilliant idea lets tear some hearts apart so here we are.
I'm still pretty new to AFF, so things will probably be a little weird here and there.
This fic is intended to be relatively short, so don't expect 20 chapters or something like that. It's not oneshot-short but its not say "Queer and Proud"-long. (Btw thats an absolutely amazing fic you should all go read it RIGHT NOW. Or after you finish reading this story idk whatever prevents your water flotation device from sinking into the depths, drowning everyone on board.)
Yeah.
Will be updated not so regularly.
Someone was calling his name. Over and over, begging, pleading.
"Luhan, Luhan."
He tried to block it out, covered his ears, closed his eyes and cowered under his covers.
"Luhan, Luhan."
Nothing would work. Still the voice sounded in his ears, softly crying to be let in.
"Luhan, Luhan."
"I know. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please... Just leave me alone," he whispered, curling up into a ball with the sheets draped over his shaking form.
"Luhan?"
He started and threw the covers off of himself. Someone was standing in the doorway, their back to the light flooding in from the hall.
"Luhan, what are you doing? You're gonna suffocate like that. If you're really that cold, I can turn the heat up." The figure moved away from the door and strode over to the bed, gently prying his fingers off of the sheets.
"Minseok," Luhan murmured, staring at his partner blankly. "Minseok, it's happening again."
"The voice?" Minseok drew back, looking worried. "Lu, I thought it was over, it hasn't happened for a whole year-"
"This happens every year," Luhan said, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. "Always the same time. December. Three years, Minseok. Three years, it's been happening. What do I do?" He buried his head in Minseok's arms. "I don't know what to do."
"I... I don't know either," Minseok admitted, running his fingers through the other's hair soothingly. "Do you want me to stay with you, tonight?"
Luhan nodded, still nestled in his arms.
"Please, Minseok. Please."
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