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[FILL]: we still have a long way to go
Major Tags: NA
Additional Tags: dystopian AU, hot mv inspired, chan centric, chan POV, mentions about death, mentions of retching, this is very vague
Permission to remix: No
1.9k words, not beta-ed, I'm not sure if this is what the prompter had in mind but please accept my humble fill :) ao3 link
this is my first ever 17hols fill :) hope you like it. this could also be considered a part of the same universe as this or be read as a standalone
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It all happened too fast. Too fucking fast.
One moment Chan was trying to fight off one of them that had been able catch him off guard and the next moment Jeonghan was in front of him, shoving him behind himself and placing him behind the protection of his massive wings.
Chan wanted to tell him off, throw a tantrum about how he didn't need his help and how he was perfectly fine of fighting for himself, protecting himself but then suddenly Jeonghan was on his knees, crumbling down under his own weight. He tried to support him but was only able to slow down his fall, the added weight of the metal wings weighing both of them down.
With Jeonghan on the ground he could clearly see that he was able to take down the one Chan had been fighting with the metal piece sticking out from his neck but something was wrong, very wrong. There was an empty syringe next to him, the shape and color of which was something Chan had learned to know by his heart. Something he dreaded and something that brought back memories, the kind that he would rather keep buried in the deepest parts of his mind.
But now was not the time for any of that, he just needed to know if that person had been successful in injecting Jeonghan. He quickly went to the front to look at their resident angel, kneeling down to mirror his position but not before kicking that man far to the side. He didn't need him anywhere near them even though he was dead.
One look at Jeonghan was enough to confirm his deepest fear. The angel was on his knees, the color of his skin turning into a deathly white rapidly. There was blood marring his pale face, it made him look terrifying especially with the large metal wings that sprouted from his back.
He looked every bit like the nightmare Chan had been told he was when he was first brought into the facility. Oh how ignorant they had all been, Jeonghan was not a monster. He was far from it, he could never be the monster they painted him to be. The irony of it all was not lost to him given how they had been the ones to turn him the way he was now.
"Hyung, Jeonghannie hyung look at me," Chan said, his voice surprisingly level, scarily contradictory to how fast his heart was beating. Jeonghan's eyes were glassy with a sheen Chan knew all too well but he could see him trying to shake himself awake.
"I am." Came Jeonghan's reply in a hoarse voice, so different from his usual sweet, airy voice that always made it seem like he was speaking in a fairytale.
"Okay, it's going to be okay. I'm going to take you back to our safety spot and then I'm going to call Seungcheol hyung. You're going to be okay." Chan told him as he held his face in both hands and brought their foreheads together, the skin of his face uncharacteristically cool to the touch.
They were not that far from where they had set up their temporary camp in an abandoned warehouse. He should be able to take both of them back within ten minutes max. Seungkwan should still be there if they had hopefully not ambushed their space too.
"Hyung-hyung I'm going to try and pick you up now, okay? At the count of three, okay?" Chan tilts his head back a bit to look at Jeonghan who is looking back at him with a small smile. Chan would have silently marveled at the rare sight had it not made an appearance in such a tense situation.
Jeonghan suddenly shook his head at him before resting his forehead against Chan's shoulder, slumping down against him. He could feel his warm breath fan against his neck but even that was not enough to quench the fear he felt at the action. He was about to ask him what happened when Jeonghan spoke up.
"It's not worth it," was what he said in a low whisper, his voice so low that it almost got lost in the sudden ringing that took over Chan's ears. He tightened his hold around Jeonghan, a different kind of fear chilling his bones. It was not a possibility. Never in a million years had he even considered the possibility of what Jeonghan was trying to insinuate.
"Don't. Don't say that. Don't joke about it like that." Chan was surprised at how strong it came out, he was nearly not able to recognise the intensity in his own voice. He had never talked like this before, especially not to Jeonghan.
"What we're going to do is take you back to the warehouse and what you're not going to do is make it difficult for us," he tells Jeonghan, his hold on him still tight as if he was afraid of him slipping away. Chan stood up first and fixed his grip around Jeonghan, huffing a breath as he helped him stand.
It was more difficult with how much the injection had started affecting Jeonghan, his energy level going down more and more but he could see him trying his best to hold his weight. He put Jeonghan's arm around his shoulder and gripped his waist tight, making sure that he was supported before they started making their way back.
The walk was quiet for most of it apart from the muffled painful whimpers from Jeonghan and his own labored breaths. They only stopped once when Jeonghan had to empty his stomach at the side, it was the all the more reason he needed to move them faster.
Seungkwan saw the both of them before Chan even realised they were at the warehouse. He rushed towards them and helped Chan prop Jeonghan up, supporting the other side of his body.
"What happened?" Seungkwan asked him as the laid Jeonghan down near one of the walls, propping him upright and making sure not to jostle his wings too much.
"They got him. Syringe. Bring Seungcheol or Joshua. Anyone." Chan told him as he searched for anything that would keep Jeonghan warm. It was enough for Seungkwan to understand the situation as he picked up his own machete and was rushing out the door, not before screaming at him to not let Jeonghan fall asleep.
When he had found multiple sheets and covers he quickly wrapped them around Jeonghan. The quietness of the room was uncomfortable in a way that made Chan's skin crawl with anticipation for the worst. He wanted to speak or say something to break the silence but the words were stuck in his throat. It must've showed on his face because Jeonghan spoke up instead.
Because of course he would.
"Channie I'm bored," his voice comes out surprisingly put together. He had stopped shivering now which was somewhat a good sign.
"Just some more time, Seungkwan will be here with them any moment." Chan told Jeonghan as he turned to look at him, the colours of the sunset from the broken window paint him in a beautiful blue and purple.
He was so beautiful.
Jeonghan only let out an annoyed whine like the child he became when he didn't get his way.
"I'm dying of boredom ugh, entertain me," Jeonghan spoke again and now Chan had half a mind to leave him be if he was going to be so impossible.
"Just a bit more and then we'll put up a performance for you, I'll even request Joshua hyung to lend us his music player." He told Jeonghan who has become suspiciously quiet. When Chan turned to see him he's looking back at him with an expression he doesn't remember ever seeing on his face. It's unsettling.
"Or maybe I'm just dying," maybe it was better when Jeonghan kept his mouth shut. Chan could endure the tense silence over this any time.
"You're not dying." Chan told him fiercely, his voice hard and Jeonghan only gave him another small smile.
"I'm just joking Channie." Jeonghan raised up his hands defensively, his lips curved up in a mischievous smile as if he hadn't just made a joke about dying, about leaving them behind in this hellhole.
"Will you hug me?" It came out in a small whisper, the previous lightness in his voice now gone.
"Of course I will." Chan said as he wrappped his arms around Jeonghan, holding him close to himself. They stay like that for a bit, where the fuck are they? Jeonghan is still as cold as before but it doesn't seem like his temprature has dropped any more which was a good thing.
"Was I a good hyung to you Channie?" Jeonghan asked him trying to tilt his head up to look at him, Chan doesn't let him. He held his head close to his chest instead. He didn't want to see the expression on his face, afraid that it'll give a sense of realness to the possibility of whatever he was trying to convey.
"You can always be a better one. You are not going anywhere. Don't talk as if you are." His own voice has lost it's earlier hard egde now. It feels cruel to speak to him like that now, Chan won't do that to him.
Jeonghan's reply came in the form of a small, breathless laugh.
"Oh my Channie has grown up so much." Chan ignored the wetness on his neck where Jeonghan was snugly resting his face. He ignored the wetness on his face too, it's just sweat he told himself.
"If things don't go as expected, tell Joshua to do it because Seungcheol won't. He's stubborn and an asshole like that, won't even respect my last wish." He knows what Jeonghan is talking about. This is a conservation they've had before as a group. Jeonghan if it was Joshua or Seungcheol and Joshua if it was Jeonghan because Seungcheol would never take a decision like that. Wouldn't subject himself to the pain of having the blood of his friends on his hands.
"If I sing for you now, will you stop talking?" Chan asked him in a pleading voice, he couldn't listen to Jeonghan talk about dying anymore. Talk as if he won't just take away a part of all of them if he does.
"Ohh well well, now look at that. Now you want to entertain me." He said in a teasing voice and Chan woudl take it. He'd take any amount of teasing if it meant Jeonghan not talking about death.
He started singing. It was a lullaby that Jeonghan would often sing at night after all of them had survived another day. It felt different to hear it in his own voice, so vastly different from Jeonghan's but it's worth it when the elder joined, singing along with him.
It was not too long until Seungcheol came running to them with everyone else in tow. He was just as bloody and bruised as all of them but he had a worried glint in his eyes as he took in the sight of them both. But with how determined Seungcheol was to make sure all of them get out this alive, Chan knew Jeonghan was not going to die. No matter how much it seemed like he had resigned to his fate, he was just as desparate to live as each one of them.
Jeonghan was going to be just fine and then both of them were going to pretend this conversation never took place.
They will make out of here alive. No one gets left behind.
Re: [FILL]: we still have a long way to go
Re: [FILL]: we still have a long way to go
even i feel like there is a very niche interest for dystopia aus which is very sad because there is so much that can be done especially with the mv ideas :(
Re: [FILL]: we still have a long way to go
Re: [FILL]: we still have a long way to go