i think i was trying for 1 and 2, but it came out more 1 and 5. written in one sitting and barely reread. i hope it's alright.
Minho knows he should go straight home. He knows that at 3 a.m. all kinds of creeps are out, and it's best to take either the most direct or the most well-lit route. He's sure this is right and sensible and is just a little bit annoyed when he finds his feet turning almost against his will around a corner to investigate that brightly lit shop.
The door is short, short enough that he'd probably need to duck to go inside, though only a little. The windows are wide open. Warm, golden light spills into the street. The air smells strongly of the forest, like a fierce spring rain. He closes his eyes for a moment and opens them to find a small woman staring up at him. She is old, and more wrinkled than he has ever seen, but her gaze is fierce. Minho is ill at ease in her presence.
"Secrets," she says. "Always full of secrets."
That breaks the spell for Minho. It's just too absurd. He laughs, a sharp, barking laugh that escapes him before he can think that it'd be terribly rude to laugh in this woman's face. "Sorry, grandmother. Sorry."
"Secrets are almost as good as lies. They change, warp. Just look in the mirror. You'll see."
Minho opens his mouth to say something, but a honking horn and screeching tires draw his attention. When he turns back, the woman is gone, and the shop is shut up tight.
Minho shakes his head and turns for home.
"Minho, get up already. You're going to be late for class."
Minho pokes his head out. "We don't have class today. The professor was going to be late getting back from his holidays, remember?"
Jonghyun gapes at him. Minho sighs. This kid, he thinks. Never remembers anything.
"You - you're."
Minho frowns. "What? Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Minho, you're green. Even your eyes." Jonghyun sounds absolutely horrified.
"What do you mean, green?"
Jonghyun just gestures, which isn't all that helpful. Minho pushes back the covers, starting violently when he realizes his legs are green. He pinches the skin above his knee. It turns white under the pressure, then fades back to green. His hands, he hasn't failed to notice, are green as well. Minho scrambles out of bed and runs into their bathroom.
"Green," Minho says, staring at his reflection.
"You look like a wood nymph," Jonghyun comments. "Or that kid from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only green."
Minho says nothing, but turns on the water as hot as he can stand it, and immediately gets into the shower. No amount of scrubbing changes the color of his skin.
secrets and lies, jongho, part 1
Minho knows he should go straight home. He knows that at 3 a.m. all kinds of creeps are out, and it's best to take either the most direct or the most well-lit route. He's sure this is right and sensible and is just a little bit annoyed when he finds his feet turning almost against his will around a corner to investigate that brightly lit shop.
The door is short, short enough that he'd probably need to duck to go inside, though only a little. The windows are wide open. Warm, golden light spills into the street. The air smells strongly of the forest, like a fierce spring rain. He closes his eyes for a moment and opens them to find a small woman staring up at him. She is old, and more wrinkled than he has ever seen, but her gaze is fierce. Minho is ill at ease in her presence.
"Secrets," she says. "Always full of secrets."
That breaks the spell for Minho. It's just too absurd. He laughs, a sharp, barking laugh that escapes him before he can think that it'd be terribly rude to laugh in this woman's face. "Sorry, grandmother. Sorry."
"Secrets are almost as good as lies. They change, warp. Just look in the mirror. You'll see."
Minho opens his mouth to say something, but a honking horn and screeching tires draw his attention. When he turns back, the woman is gone, and the shop is shut up tight.
Minho shakes his head and turns for home.
"Minho, get up already. You're going to be late for class."
Minho pokes his head out. "We don't have class today. The professor was going to be late getting back from his holidays, remember?"
Jonghyun gapes at him. Minho sighs. This kid, he thinks. Never remembers anything.
"You - you're."
Minho frowns. "What? Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Minho, you're green. Even your eyes." Jonghyun sounds absolutely horrified.
"What do you mean, green?"
Jonghyun just gestures, which isn't all that helpful. Minho pushes back the covers, starting violently when he realizes his legs are green. He pinches the skin above his knee. It turns white under the pressure, then fades back to green. His hands, he hasn't failed to notice, are green as well. Minho scrambles out of bed and runs into their bathroom.
"Green," Minho says, staring at his reflection.
"You look like a wood nymph," Jonghyun comments. "Or that kid from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only green."
Minho says nothing, but turns on the water as hot as he can stand it, and immediately gets into the shower. No amount of scrubbing changes the color of his skin.