Guess who said was not a writer and proceeded to write another thing?? that’s right, me. So, this is-
Forest song
The night was chill and the air felt cozy, I was with the chain sitting around the fire and telling curious facts about ourselves.
“Seriously? call Epona, with grass??” The vet deadpanned to the sentence Twilight had said.
“If we were in my Hyrule I could show ya!” Twilight defends while Epona, behind him, flicks her ears at the mention of her name.
“Does it have to do with that instrument you hang around your neck?” Wind asks curiously, slightly looking up from the second bowl of soup he has taken tonight.
“Yeah, kinda”
“You can actually call her by many methods, I, for example, could play the same song with an ocarina” Time proudly states.
“Still, grass is not exactly what is expected to be included in the ‘many methods’ of calling a horse” I defend Twilight’s curious fact about himself.
“I can get the notes on a recorder. Play the song and I’ll repeat it” The traveller says suddenly taking out a wooden recorder flute from his way-larger-inside-than-it-looks-outside pocket.
“Oh- no, I can’t do that, that’ll alert m’ girl, and she’s so relaxed right now, I don’ wanna wake ‘er up” Twilight says glancing over his shoulder to Epona, peacefully resting against a tree.
“Awh, kinda wanted to learn the song” The traveller pouts, lowering the recorder and putting it aside to take another sip of his soup.
I look at the wooden object and something passes through my mind; a memory of myself playing Zelda’s Lullaby with a beige recorder flute a few weeks before getting tossed in this adventure with these nine heroes. What were the notes again? Fa, La, Mi… Fa, La, Mi… oh yeah, I remember the melody, I remember song of storms and song of healing too… damn I miss my flute… wait… “Hey, ‘Rules, do you mind if I try your flute??”
“hm? You know how to play it?” He passes it over to me and the rest of the group’s eyes land on me, which I don’t realize, for I’m too focused in my excitement, it’s been a while since I played my instruments…
I take the instrument up near my lips and stop to think what I was about to play, I know quite a bunch of songs, what can be good for this occasion?
.
..
…
The air whispers and makes the leaves dance above my head, there is a faint mist that swirls and hums a melody that is not comprehensible yet not less calming… reminds me of…
Lost woods.
So that’s What I start playing. Saria’s song; the melody that can be heard in the misty forest Time grew up in, the song that the skull kid played when Twilight arrived to get the Master Sword during his journey.
My fingers move, making different melodic sounds with ease as I close my eyes and feel like I’m back home, annoying my mother with the same song time and time again. Once I finish the song I open my eyes and chuckle at the memory.
“How do you know that song?”
I flinch at the sudden Time’s firm, deep voice, that one that people use when they’re confused and will end up in a negative reaction.
I let out a quite nervous chuckle and begin “Uh- well… history says an old hero used to play that song when he missed a certain person… it’s said that one can still go to Lost Woods and will hear the soft notes of an ocarina playing that song, along with a childish laughter, in certain place… I don’t know which, though…” That was the longest lie I’ve ever made up.
Damn I wish I could tell them the truth, but the idea of them starting to question their existence for being just game characters for me… yeah, I wouldn’t like that reaction.
Time smiles softly and lets out a calming huff through his nose —Dad Time was tense, glad he relaxed— “A good friend wrote it… along my fist journey, I could play it and I would feel like i could hear her voice…”
“Oh… that why is called ‘Saria’s song’?” time to play dumb.
“…Yes.” His face is not one hurt, nor of loss… but nostalgic. Ouch, sorry.
“Wait- a skull kid played it whenever I entered the sacred grove that guarded the master sword,” Twilight started “that lil’ brat attacked me with marionettes”
“Wait wait wait- a skull kid played it?? THAT skull kid is still alive in your era?!” Time exclaimed… the others are missing the way a faint smile is twitching on his lips…
➤ Summary - It’s Lu Han’s monthly day out with his friends, but you are left at home, as sick as could be. You ask your best friend, Park Chanyeol, to take care of you so you won’t bother. When Lu Han gets home, he’s not happy.
➤ Word Count - +1.7k
➤ Genre -Angst
➤ Warning(s)/Heads-up - None rlly.
➤ Author’s Note - THAT GIF I SWEAR. Lu Han is just so handsome, he is an actual angel. Anyways, here you go, Ari :) I’m sorry this is so short too! I just really wanted to get it out. I might edit this later because honestly, I think this is one of my less angsty-ist things out of angst I have posted that is labeled angst if anyone understands.
➤ Request - Anonymous said: “Could I please request a Luhan angst where you get sick but he's not home because he's out with friends and so you call your best friend Chanyeol to take care of you and then Luhan comes home and is jealous? I'd prefer an angsty ending please. Thank you~ I hope you have a good day 💖 “
Today was Lu Han’s annual monthly guy’s day out with his close friends, where he would spend the whole day with his closest friends. He would typically come back around midnight, but would always text you if he would stay out later.
You loved seeing Lu Han come back from spending the day with his friends because he always came back so happy and joyful that it made you smile so widely when he’d peck you on the cheek and cuddle with you.
But today was different. Somehow, on the subway going back home from a hard day’s office work, someone must have gotten you sick, passing their disgusting germs onto you, and now you were terribly sick with a cold.
You didn’t want to bother Lu Han with it since you know how much he looked forward to this day.
You watched as he smiled at you when he neared the front door of your shared apartment of the last two years,”Call or text me if you need anything, okay?”, he said, grabbing his jacket.
“Sure will babe. Have a good time.”, you saw him nod, walk over to you and plant a kiss on your forehead then walk out the door, waving goodbye.
When you knew he was gone, you groaned in pain, a massive headache forming on your right lobe. Moving your hand to massage your forehead, you got up, wrapping yourself in the soft blanket you kept on the sofa and trudged your way into the bathroom, looking in the medicine cabinet for the pain relievers.
“Idiotic germs from strangers, ugh.”, You groaned again, now moving into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water and swallowing down the two pain pills.
This was the worst cold you have ever had, and it was enjoyable.
You were hot and cold at the same time, starting to sweat from being under the cover and in sweatpants. Your headache was still there, hoping the pain pills would rid of it soon. You started having a runny nose so you had to get the kleenex from the shared master bedroom. Your throat was now, also, starting to ache.
Hearing your phone buzz, you sighed and padded into the living room, picking up your phone and seeing a text from Chanyeol, your best friend, telling you good morning.
[Yeollie-7:30 A.M.] Good morning! Hey, do you want to hang out today?
[You-7:31 A.M.] I’m sorry Yeol, I’ve got a cold.
[Yeollie-7:32 A.M.] Lu Han hyung isn’t there?
[You-7:34 A.M.] No, it’s his day to be with his friends and I don’t want to bother him.
[Yeollie-7:35] I’ll come over in a few with some food. I’ll bring Toben too!
Nodding at the text, you set your phone down, turning on the TV, switching it to some random drama.
In the next ten minutes, there was a knock on your door. Sniffling and rubbing your nose, you shuffled to the front door, opening it to reveal Chanyeol’s broad, bubbly figure accompanied by his family’s dog, Toben.
You smiled, squatting down and petting the soft, black dog as it wagged its tail. burrowing its head into your hand as you pet his head.
“Come on in,” you sniffled again, moving back into the living room and hearing Chanyeol close the door behind him. Toben jumped into your lap, getting comfortable and laying down on you as Chanyeol put his coat on the coat hanger, telling you that one of his friends, Kyungsoo, help him make you some heart-healthy soup.
Chanyeol ladled some of the soup into a bowl and made some chamomile tea, hearing how bad your coughing was.
Once he was finished, he put the bowl, cup of tea, and some saltine crackers on a food tray, carrying it into the living room and placing it next to you on the coffee table, watching as you smiled up at him.
“Hurry up and eat, you need to get better soon. There’s a cool new movie coming out soon and I want to see it, so I’m taking you with me.”
You chuckled, this was normal for you. Chanyeol took you everywhere with him, well used too. Ever since you started dating Lu Han, you didn’t hang out as much as you used to since Lu Han got jealous somewhat easily, not liking when a guy even glanced at you.
“Alright, Yeol.”, You nodded, picking up the bowl and starting to sip from it. After finishing the tasty soup, you started to drink your chamomile tea, finishing it not but three minutes later.
You nestled down into the couch, laying down and covering yourself up as Chanyeol got up going into your bathroom and coming back out with a cold, wet dishrag, placing it on your forehead and you smiled thankfully at him.
Closing your eyes, you started to fall asleep and allowing yourself to fall into a dreamless sleep.
[11:50 P.M.]
Lu Han laughed, waving bye to his friends as the elevator door closed. He turned back to the door, turning the handle and opening it.
He hummed as he took off his coat, going to hang it on the coat rack, but stopped once he saw Chanyeol’s jacket. What was Chanyeol doing here? How long had he been there? Why hadn’t you texted him that Chanyeol was coming over?
His chest started to swell with jealousy and anger. He couldn’t help it. He hated it when another male had his hands on you, you were his and his only. He had never set his sights on anyone more beautiful, smart, or as caring as you are. He wanted to have you forever, you were the love of his life so he couldn’t help it that he was extremely jealous of some other man touching you.
“Babe?”, he called out through the apartment.
He heard a groan as he ventured more into the apartment. He felt his anger increase, his open hand becoming an enclosed fist, his knuckles starting to turn white and he could feel his fingers digging into the palms of his hands.
Hearing the groan again, he looked into the living room but only saw a black dog curled up on the couch. Why the hell was a dog on the couch?
He moved away from the living room and almost yelled at the sight he saw when he walked into the bedroom/
You were curled up next to Chanyeol, almost cuddling each other as Chanyeol had an arm under your head.
He felt as he could be blowing steam out of his ears. His brain was immediately jumping to conclusions.
Why were you laying on him? Why was Chanyeol so close to you? Were you cheating on him?
He felt betrayed and hurt, there was no other way he could explain what he felt other than those two words. He felt as almost that he couldn’t breathe. He loved you with his all, and this is how you repaid him? By cheating on him? That sure is one of the worst ways to be paid back.
Hearing a groan, he was pulled out of his thoughts. He saw your figure move, propping yourself on your arms as you used one hand to rub your eyes.
“Hey babe,” you sleepily smiled at him, sitting up.
When you could see Lu Han clearly, though it was dark, you saw his strained expression and how tightly his fists were. You were confused until you looked over and saw Chanyeol’s sleeping figure, figuring out that he must have fallen asleep when he carried you to the bedroom.
“Babe, it’s not -”, you got up moving towards Lu Han, going to gently touch his hand, but he moved it away from you, pulling his hand back, still tightly restrained.
“Don’t touch me,” he breathed out, moving three steps away from you, still eyeing Chanyeol’s body on your bed.
You sighed and went over to Chanyeol’s side, stopping when Lu Han opened his mouth,”You’re going to kiss him, while I’m still here?”
You spun around looking Lu Han in the eyes,”Why the hell would I cheat on you? I’ve been in love with you for the past five years of my life, why would I do something as lowly as that, now?”
Lu Han didn’t answer as you woke Chanyeol up, telling him it was almost midnight and that he should get home. Chanyeol froze when he saw Lu Han’s brooding figure, anger radiating off the smaller man’s aura.
He quickly walked out of the bedroom, rushing to get his coat and shoes on, taking Toben with him and exiting the apartment.
“Lu Han, Chanyeol was over here because I was, and still am, sick. I got it from someone on the subway.”
Lu Han scoffed, not believing your statement,”Oh, really?”
You sighed, Lu Han could be one of the most annoying and dense men on the Earth known-to-man when he was jealous.
“Yes, really. I didn’t want to bother you since it is your day out with your friends and I know how much that means to you. You look toward it so much during the month. You only get to see your friends once a month for a whole day since you are so busy with work, so I’m sorry if I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”
Lu Han frowned, he could now see how slightly sickly you looked. Sighing, he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you onto the bed with him and he rested his head on your shoulder, he felt terrible for blaming you for nothing but his wild thoughts.
“I’m sorry babe. I let my jealousy and anger get over me again. I shouldn’t have blamed you, but I hate it when someone is close to you.”
You smiled lightly at him, he was starting to pout and he was adorable,”I know. Come on, let's go to sleep, I’m still tired. You are taking the day off tomorrow to spend the day with me for jumping to conclusions.”
Lu Han chuckled, taking off his shoes and got comfortable under the covers, laying on his side, pulling you into his chest as he closed his eyes, wrapping his other arm around you too.
