yunho/changmin [main focus], jaejoong/changmin, more pairings later, [highly possible] eventual OT5. PG-13, angst, romance, lemon, elements of supernatural, science-fiction.

our souls are strange, many-layered, complex entities existing in many worlds, realities, dimensions.

what happens when a normal university student starts elapsing into the state of noir?

why does a famous singer start having dreams about men who are his lovers in other realities?
 
why are people disappearing and reappearing with new names and faces?

is he going insane?

what is noir and why is the word drenched in nameless dread and fear?

questions remain unanswered and five men continue living their lives in constant deja-vu.

 

( In your arms, this is where I find peace, blessed peace. )

Noir,, homin (main focus), more pairings later (possible OT5), NC-17, supernatural elements, romance, angst, lemon.

our souls are strange, many-layered, complex entities existing in many worlds, realities, dimensions.

what happens when a normal university student starts elapsing into the state of noir?

why does a famous singer start having dreams about men who are his lovers in other realities?

why are people disappearing and reappearing with new names and faces?

is he going insane?

what is noir and why is the word drenched in nameless dread and fear?

questions remain unanswered and five men continue living their lives in constant deja-vu.

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Long, slender fingers tap impatiently on the keyboard, waiting for the page to load. Lips are pursed into a frown and the room is filled with the sound of deep, heavy breathing.

 

Trying to calm yourself down when nothing but worry is eating away at the last vestiges of your sanity is incredibly hard. The urge to wet your pants, to scream yourself hoarse, until raw fear plays havoc with your senses: these things the young man knows full well.

 

Hell, he’s been living in fear his whole life.

 

-noir-

 

Finally. He pushes the designer black glasses further up his nose with shaking fingers and continues to read. The words assault his brain, mock and accuse him until, sinister and familiar-

 

-Strange mental state-between two dimensions-severe side effects-blackouts increase in frequency as one grows older-coma-

 

“No,” he whispers, curled up in a small ball, fingers coiled around the arms of his chair in a convulsive grip. “What the hell-

 

-no cure-dominant and rare allele-skips generations-deadly mutant gene-

 

Shallow gasps followed by silent, screaming sobs and he cries quietly, biting his white knuckles. The skin around his nails has been chewed raw, knees shaking uncontrollably in sheer fright.

 

Who am I?

 

Where are you?

 

-noir-

 

(What is reality but something that is seen, heard, felt, lived? How can you be so sure of the fact that the reality you’ve been born into is the only one you live? Why would you underestimate the power of your soul, an entity of many dimensions, of many facets, personalities, emotions, needs, desires?

 

machine in my head, dull and roaring-

 

crashing crescendo.

 

notes spill from my lips-

 

shrill, high laughter.

 

mock me.

 

what is black?

 

noir.

 

what is nothing?

 

noir.

 

What is sleep?

 

noir.

 

what is Lucifer?

 

noir.

 

laugh at me-

 

the mind exists as layers.

 

now i laugh.

 

for my soul-

 

a gaping hole.

 

filled with confusing complexities.

 

missing dimension-

 

who am i?

 

where are you?

 

-noir.)

 

taptaptap.

 

The beautiful man waits impatiently, tapping his booted feet on the tiles, wondering when his slob of a lover will be done.

 

He smiles when the door opens and nods appreciatively at the crisp, white dress shirt coupled with tight, black jeans. Leaning forward he whispers hotly in his lover’s ears, smirking at the slow blush creeping up the pale neck and-

 

“Changmin.”

 

-he wakes up in a flash, panting and wipes his forehead drenched in sweat. Another night, another dream about the same boys-

 

Who am I?

 

Where are you?

 

-noir-