( and then a little more. )
a/n: just a hyurick themed birthday present for the one and only alex ( @jeoseungsaja )! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!!! i hope this year ( and the ones that come afterwards too )will be a wonderful one š„°š„°š„° this is just a little something i wanted to give you!!
( lyrics of ālove letter from the sea to the shoreā belong to delaney bailey and lee hyuk belongs to alex!! )
I think I loved you in another life
Where I was the sea
And you were the shore
After everything, in a time where Patrick doesnāt bring his pocket watch everywhere, Hyuk asks him a question.
āDo you believe in soulmates?ā
Moments from drifting to sleep, Patrick lifts his head from his pillow, bleary-eyed. A droplet drips onto the pillowcase much to his chagrin. Wet pillowcases. His pet peeve. But then again he should have figured that would happen, taking a shower just earlier.
Not that Patrick normally does. But Hyuk always showers at least twice a day and he needs to take his second shower at night. That and well, itās not exactly a pleasant experience, falling asleep in oneās own sweat. And body fluids, no matter how pleasant the moments leading up to such a scenario might be.
Hyuk, Patrickās dear friend- well, thatās bit of an understatement these days, considering that theyāve been dating for quite some time nowā¦alas, old habits die hard- frowns. āForget it, it was a dumb question-ā
āNo, no,ā He turns to his side and scoots closer to Hyuk. Hyuk mirrors him, flipping from his back to this side- how strange it is, truly. How they parallel without even trying. āI Ā was just surprised. I didnāt know you were someone who believed in this kind ofā¦occultery.ā
āIām donāt,ā Hyuk says, insistent, as he closes the space between them, limbs brushing against one another. Loose strands fall over his eyes and Patrick brushes them over his ear. His fingers tangle themselves in the strands afterward and he feels Hyuk melt beneath the pads of his fingertips. āI was just wondering, you know- your project. Theyā¦soulmates are talked about there, right?ā
āI suppose it would be in the same field.ā Although Patrick knows for a fact the idea of reincarnation according to Korean mythology mentioned nothing of soulmates.
Hyuk looks up at him and gnaws on his lip. A move Patrick thinks Hyuk should stop unless he wants to go for round two. āā¦So do you? Believe in soulmates?ā
***
Like the tourist comes back to the beach
I come back to you for more and more and more
He doesnāt think about them. Soulmates.
No, thatās a lie.
Because although his entire time, there have been times where heāll have queerā¦flashbacks of sorts. Flashback of times he doesnāt remember. Memories of a life heās never lived. Glimpses of a face and voice he knows heās known all his life. The most vivid of them came recently when Hyuk slid a chrysanthemum knot bracelet into his hands for Valentineās Day.
The green thread- verdant like the leaves of the forest- shimmered brightly against the plush velvet of the box.
( āHand up,ā his king asks him ( Ahn Hak ). Commands him. Itās a familiar one, one that is both distant and familiarā¦itās Hyukās voice, but not quite. No, the voice is the same, but the cadence is different. Whereas Lee Hyuk speaks roughly, one of a survivor, one who clings to what little gifts he is granted, this voice speaks like a king. One who knows his own importance and therefore, the weight of a kingdom that has been rested on his shoulders.
Fabric rustles amongst the cacophony of conversation, footsteps, horses, and bells before his king, Wang Yeo, drops a norigae into his palm. The green, verdant of the forest, again shimmers in his hand.
His king is smiling cheekily, like the boy Hak had grown up with his entire life. Hak promises to treasure it for the rest of his life.
He wants his king to smile like that too, for as long as he lives. )
***
'Cause you hold in my tide
I would die a thousand times
Just to see you in another life
Between the two of them, they have a lot of bad ideas. And they make a lot more bad decisions too.
( Kim Sun and General Kim Shinās execution. The massacre of their entire clan. Several more choices made in the depths of despair and under the influence of advisor Park Joong-heon. )
Hak thinks heās topped all of them this time.
Or at least this is what he assumes, as he lays dying in the court yard of the palace, where a queen once stood and was executed too. He coughs, bleed running from his mouth.
His king is yelling at him. Pleading for him to ākeep your eyes open, why did you act so stupidly again-ā
Ironic considering that Yeo was the one to send him to the gallows. But then again, Hak knows he would take the same steps all over again, from picking execution over an eternal banishment, to seeing the stray arrow, to stepping in between it before it could pierce his kingās heart.
Yeo. He asks. Heās being selfish, calling his king by his personal name outside of his kingās personal chambers. Are you okay?
His king, Yeo, is crying. Sobbing, even. But he nods. Yes, he is.
Hak sighs in relief. Good. His vision is getting blurrier and Yeoās voice grows farther and farther away. He closes his eyes.
He canāt help but hope that in another life, maybe theyāll have another chance to get it right, this time.
( A green thread untangles itself from a knot and ties one end to his finger and he watches it go round and round and round, hoping itāll reach the other side before itās too late- )
***
I wish you'd come with me
Move with thŠµ swells, my love
I love you too much to drift completely
Park Jisoo is born colorblind. A commonality found more among men than women, his optometrist tells him, Ā as a teenager, but itās nothing to be too concerned over in his case. Jisoo just canāt see red or green.
Not that Jisoo thinks heās missing out although he supposes he would like to know why people are so mesmerized with sunsets and sunrises. Or even leaves in general. But the closest heāll get to knowing what the warmth of sunset looks like is probably when heās around Yuri.
Yuri, his fiancĆ©e and later, his wife. A biologist to his librarian. In this life, there is a yearning, longing that Jisoo is never quite able to shake off. Itās been there for just about as long as Jisoo can remember, even longer than when he realized unlike the other kids in his class, he didnāt have parents, let alone any known living relatives. Those kids laugh at him, in this life, for not being able to differentiate between red and green, for not having parents, for bursting inexplicably into tears whenever they take a class trip to the beach, when of all the chrysanthemum knot bracelets he could have, he picks the green one. The one that he canāt even see.
Yuri, the pHD student he runs into more than once while he works as a librarian, for all the times her temper pops a lid, calms his heart, soothes that ache in a way that no one else can ( and somewhere deep down, he senses it- thereās another thread, a red one, being tied between them ).
And yet.
And yet, the yearning never quite leaves. He canāt help but think thereās someone missing. Someone very importantā¦
( The feeling, even in death, remains. When it is time for him to go, the grim reaper- apparently they do exist, if not in a more bureaucratic structure- in charge of leading him to the afterlife, takes him to what looks like a teahouse. While Jisoo expects to be speaking with the same grim reaper, it is to his surprise when another grim reaper takes their place.
A tall man dressed in a suit prepares tea at the counter before setting a porcelain cup in front of Jisoo. The manās eyes are sad, if not heavy with regret. One might say he walks as if he carries the weight of a fallen kingdom on his shoulders-
Why does Jisooās heart clench at that thought?
The man takes a seat across from Jisoo and tells him to drink. Heāll forget about the memories of this life when he moves on to the next one. Jisoo bites the inside of his tongue- should he ask if it erases emotions too?
But instead, Jisoo glances up at this grim reaper and asks: āIāve alwaysā¦felt like there was someone missing from my life. Would you happen to know something of this?ā
A flicker of surprise, if only to be followed by a mixture of remorse and hope that passes through the Grim Reaperās face. He apologizes. Tells Jisoo that he doesnāt and that heās sorry. Ā That heās wanted to apologize all this time too and that he hopes this life was a happy one for Jisoo.
Jisoo, who does not know how to react, let alone say, merely nods because even if he does not know why the Grim Reaper has wanted to apologize, it is important to the Grim Reaper that he does so.
Who is Jisoo to deny that? Or at least he thinks he doesnāt not understand why, until he glances at his wrist. The chrysanthemum knot bracelet, no longer worn as it had been in death, is tied around his wrist- he could never bring himself to take it off. For a moment, some flashes, a color heās never seen before.
Verdant. Green.
Jisoo looks back up at the Grim Reaper. The man with a familiar face and haunting eyes smiles back at him. He tells Jisoo he should go now and urges him to drink the tea.
As Jisoo stands from the table, he studies the Grim Reaper for what might be the last time in a long time.
āCould I ask for your name?ā
The Grim Reaper points to himself in surprise before he sobers.
āWang Yeo. My name is Wang Yeo.ā
Jisoo repeats the name to himself, burning the syllables onto his tongue. āThat sounds like a name fit for a king, Wang Yeo.ā He gather his coat and opens the door. āI hope weāll be able to meet again soon, Wang Yeo.ā )
***
Wait for me, I'll be back because
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety. For as long as Patrick Grace could remember ( or at least as far back as Patrick can remember ), thereās always been a gnawing sense of unease, restlessness. His mother thinks itās a result of chronic nightmares when he was younger. That theyāve only changed forms, but thankfully into something more manageable.
Patrick thinks it might be something a bit more than that.
For one thing, what his mother has defined as anxiety, itās also a sense ofā¦yearning? No, this is something a little more hopeful. Anticipation is the better word.
Anticipation for what is to come.
( And then in his first year of university, there is a seatmate who is ratherā¦sour-faced. Like an unripe lemon, yet to reach maturity. Even if his English is clumsy, it doesnāt stop him from volunteering in class, even when the topic isnāt about the English language itself.
Patrick canāt stop watching him, even if heās guarded and prefers to be alone than with their peers and perhaps in his most far-fetched dreams, maybe they could be friends-
Or at least he thinks itās far-fetched until his seatmate, Lee Hyuk, hands him his lunch box ( bento box Patrick later learns itās called ). An offering? A gesture of friendship.
His heart, the anxiety, spikes. And the anticipation quells. )
***
You hold in my tide
I would die a thousand times
āā¦So do you? Believe in soulmates?ā
Anchored back into the present, Patrick stares for a long moment at his dear friend. A dear, beloved face that somehow feels more familiar to him than the span of twenty years.
He slides his hands down to his dear friendās cheeks, green threads mixing with warm skin- is this what a leaf feels like in the presence of the sunset? Verdant and alive?
Hyuk melts once again into his palms as Patrick feels his arms wrap around his back. Oh, how Patrick wants Hyuk to be this way around him forever and ever, even if fate says he canāt-
āFor as long as youāll have me. And then a little more.ā
Just to see you in another life
Ooh, in another life
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fin.
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