Post by mrs.jung.yunho on Dec 3, 2005 4:53:26 GMT -5
A DBSK fanfic I wrote...because I'm blocked. Writer's blocked, that is. Snap, that was stupid. Haha. It's late, what can I say? Anyway..here it is...
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One-shot: Awakening
I didn’t see it coming. No one did. The awakening of a dead heart is an amazing thing to witness. The struggle to keep others out is wiped away, erased. For two years, I was able to give up on love. But it seemed love wouldn’t give up on me. He wouldn’t give up on me. He was the last person I expected to open me up. In a single moment, he proved everything wrong.
It was a normal winter day. I woke up, trying desperately to ignore the callings of my alarm clock, placed five feet away so I’d have to actually get up to turn it off. And I immediately began to hate the world. The walls of my apartment reverberated aloneness, and I covered my ears to close out the silence. I constantly wondered why life was so cruel to those so undeserving, but no one had ever been able to tell me. I wallowed in my self-pity before taking a quick shower.
And then loathed the day. It was my birthday.
Another year.
Another day closer to death.
Leaving my hair tangled and wet, I went to the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast of a bagel and raspberry cream cheese. I sat at my table, staring dejectedly out the window, looking down at the wonders that composed Seoul, South Korea. I looked down at all the people hurrying along to jobs and whatnot, and I wondered if anyone in the entire metropolis would know that I was turning another year older. I hoped for one person to glance up and see me, I hope to see one person’s eyes. But none came. No one. Everyone was too preoccupied with their own lives to notice one person staring at them from the seventh floor of an apartment complex, yearning for even a split-second of attention, but all the while knowing no one cared. And on the outside, she openly criticizes the whole concept of attention, affection, love.
Tossing the butter knife and plate into the sink, I returned to the bathroom and ran a comb through my hair, then settled into my couch, a momentary comfort, feeling as if there were arms around me. I punched the pillow. How dare this couch remind me of just how desperate I was? Aggravated by the echoing sound of solitude, I dressed in jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, a parka and a scarf and went into the snow-covered city, putting on my hood due to the fact that my hair was still moist. Christmas seemed to decorate the town. The sounds of traffic and idle chatter filled my ears, and it created a filling for my hollow insides. I approached the Youido Park where couples decorated the scenery.
“How revolting,” I said to myself, turning the other way, only to bump into a young man. He seemed vaguely familiar.
“Chae-yeong?” he said, his beautiful eyes staring into mine curiously.
“Do I know you?” I replied rather rudely. I just wasn’t expecting to meet a stalker that day.
“Yoon Chae-yeong,” he said, confirming whether or not I was the correct person.
“Yes,” I responded abruptly, making my response seem rude once again. He didn’t seem to notice. Either that or he just didn’t care.
“I knew it,” he said. “Those eyes are unforgettable.” I was becoming annoyed. And a bit scared.
“If you don’t tell me who you are soon, I’d feel very tempted to leave you standing here,” I said coldly, crossing my arms.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he answered quickly. “I just thought that it would be nice if you’d remembered me too.”
His response wasn’t exactly what I expected, and it prompted me to try and see if I could recognize him. Those eyes. Yes, they were familiar. Similar to what he’d said to me, his eyes were unforgettable as well. But who did they belong to? I just could not put a name with those eyes. My gaze wandered to his smile. Inclined canines dominated his crooked smile. Inclined canines. Crooked smile. Beautiful eyes. Nice laugh. Second year high school.
“Jung Yunho.”
His smile grew wider.
“I knew you’d get it sooner or later,” Yunho said. “It’s been two years, Chae-yeong. How has life treated you?”
I was tempted to give him a straight answer. But I didn’t want to see the smile leave his face.
“Fine,” I said, half-lying.
“Is that the good fine, or the fine that people say when they don’t want to say it has been bad?” Yunho asked. I was stunned by his response. Just how perceptive was he? Was he seeing through everything I said and did?
“Just…fine,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Fair enough,” he said. “Oh! I just remembered! Today…it’s December 1st, right?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“Oh, well, that means it’s your birthday,” Yunho told me. It seemed every time he spoke he amazed me. “Happy birthday, Chae-yeong. 23, right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” I said. The shock must have been evident because Yunho began laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“No, it’s nothing,” Yunho said, shaking his head.
“But…how did you remember?” I asked, unable to shake the warm feeling overcoming me.
“Let’s just say, you left a lasting impression on me during high school,” he said, smiling all the while. “So…how’s your boyfriend?” I flinched. “Oh. Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. I don’t need him, anyway,” I said, throwing my gaze to the grown. I must have looked pretty pitiful at that time. “Love is just an overrated imaginary emotion.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Yunho said, never taking his eyes off of me. “Will you give me a chance to change your mind?” I could only look up at him. I was once again drawn into his eyes, and his smile didn’t let my gaze leave his face. “You have anything planned for tonight?” I shook my head. “Okay, then I’m going to give you a birthday celebration. Just the two of us. I’ll show you, not everyone is a jerk. I’ll show you…I’ll teach you to love again. Just give me time.” He looked so earnest explaining all of this to me. I couldn’t help but smile.
It was the most sincere smile I’d ever had. And he gave me the most sincere smile I’d ever received.
“Your heart is asleep, but…I hope to give it a gentle awakening,” he said, pulling out a paper from his pocket. It was a chocolate wrapper. “An awakening, from my heart to yours. I owe you this much.” He placed the wrapper in my hand, his number scrawled on it. “Call me at five.” And he walked away.
I stared curiously at the wrapper, and after a jogging of the memory, I smiled.
Perhaps this awakening will happen faster than either of us could expect.
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“You think you’re better than us?”
“Stupid!”
“I’ll teach you to act all snotty!”
A young boy was surrounded by a group of kids. The rich boy, the one who only wanted to fit in, but no one wanted to be his friend. No one cared to see that he was lonely.
A punch to the face, and he fell to the floor.
“Snotty rich kid!”
A kick to the stomach. He kept himself from making any sound. This only made them more aggravated.
“You idiot!”
A series of kicks and it was done. He never made a peep.
“Teach you to think you’re better than us!”
They hurled rocks as they left. He curled into a little ball, and closed his eyes, begging his tears not to escape. Why was life was so cruel to those so undeserving? Upon opening his eyes, he was met with amazing earthen ones. She didn’t say anything as he backed up in fear, only remained crouching, watching him. Slowly, she pulled out a chocolate bar.
“Want some?”
She stepped closer to him, and he watched her approach. She handed him the chocolate bar, and wiped the blood from his face with her handkerchief. Then they called her name.
“Yoon Chae-yeong, your ride is here!”
She turned around at the sound of her name. When she turned back to him, she smiled. He smiled back. She waved as she left, but neither of them knew that she was going away. Still, Jung Yunho would never forget the day his heart was awakened.
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Yay for fluff and cheese!
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One-shot: Awakening
I didn’t see it coming. No one did. The awakening of a dead heart is an amazing thing to witness. The struggle to keep others out is wiped away, erased. For two years, I was able to give up on love. But it seemed love wouldn’t give up on me. He wouldn’t give up on me. He was the last person I expected to open me up. In a single moment, he proved everything wrong.
It was a normal winter day. I woke up, trying desperately to ignore the callings of my alarm clock, placed five feet away so I’d have to actually get up to turn it off. And I immediately began to hate the world. The walls of my apartment reverberated aloneness, and I covered my ears to close out the silence. I constantly wondered why life was so cruel to those so undeserving, but no one had ever been able to tell me. I wallowed in my self-pity before taking a quick shower.
And then loathed the day. It was my birthday.
Another year.
Another day closer to death.
Leaving my hair tangled and wet, I went to the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast of a bagel and raspberry cream cheese. I sat at my table, staring dejectedly out the window, looking down at the wonders that composed Seoul, South Korea. I looked down at all the people hurrying along to jobs and whatnot, and I wondered if anyone in the entire metropolis would know that I was turning another year older. I hoped for one person to glance up and see me, I hope to see one person’s eyes. But none came. No one. Everyone was too preoccupied with their own lives to notice one person staring at them from the seventh floor of an apartment complex, yearning for even a split-second of attention, but all the while knowing no one cared. And on the outside, she openly criticizes the whole concept of attention, affection, love.
Tossing the butter knife and plate into the sink, I returned to the bathroom and ran a comb through my hair, then settled into my couch, a momentary comfort, feeling as if there were arms around me. I punched the pillow. How dare this couch remind me of just how desperate I was? Aggravated by the echoing sound of solitude, I dressed in jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, a parka and a scarf and went into the snow-covered city, putting on my hood due to the fact that my hair was still moist. Christmas seemed to decorate the town. The sounds of traffic and idle chatter filled my ears, and it created a filling for my hollow insides. I approached the Youido Park where couples decorated the scenery.
“How revolting,” I said to myself, turning the other way, only to bump into a young man. He seemed vaguely familiar.
“Chae-yeong?” he said, his beautiful eyes staring into mine curiously.
“Do I know you?” I replied rather rudely. I just wasn’t expecting to meet a stalker that day.
“Yoon Chae-yeong,” he said, confirming whether or not I was the correct person.
“Yes,” I responded abruptly, making my response seem rude once again. He didn’t seem to notice. Either that or he just didn’t care.
“I knew it,” he said. “Those eyes are unforgettable.” I was becoming annoyed. And a bit scared.
“If you don’t tell me who you are soon, I’d feel very tempted to leave you standing here,” I said coldly, crossing my arms.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he answered quickly. “I just thought that it would be nice if you’d remembered me too.”
His response wasn’t exactly what I expected, and it prompted me to try and see if I could recognize him. Those eyes. Yes, they were familiar. Similar to what he’d said to me, his eyes were unforgettable as well. But who did they belong to? I just could not put a name with those eyes. My gaze wandered to his smile. Inclined canines dominated his crooked smile. Inclined canines. Crooked smile. Beautiful eyes. Nice laugh. Second year high school.
“Jung Yunho.”
His smile grew wider.
“I knew you’d get it sooner or later,” Yunho said. “It’s been two years, Chae-yeong. How has life treated you?”
I was tempted to give him a straight answer. But I didn’t want to see the smile leave his face.
“Fine,” I said, half-lying.
“Is that the good fine, or the fine that people say when they don’t want to say it has been bad?” Yunho asked. I was stunned by his response. Just how perceptive was he? Was he seeing through everything I said and did?
“Just…fine,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Fair enough,” he said. “Oh! I just remembered! Today…it’s December 1st, right?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“Oh, well, that means it’s your birthday,” Yunho told me. It seemed every time he spoke he amazed me. “Happy birthday, Chae-yeong. 23, right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” I said. The shock must have been evident because Yunho began laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“No, it’s nothing,” Yunho said, shaking his head.
“But…how did you remember?” I asked, unable to shake the warm feeling overcoming me.
“Let’s just say, you left a lasting impression on me during high school,” he said, smiling all the while. “So…how’s your boyfriend?” I flinched. “Oh. Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. I don’t need him, anyway,” I said, throwing my gaze to the grown. I must have looked pretty pitiful at that time. “Love is just an overrated imaginary emotion.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Yunho said, never taking his eyes off of me. “Will you give me a chance to change your mind?” I could only look up at him. I was once again drawn into his eyes, and his smile didn’t let my gaze leave his face. “You have anything planned for tonight?” I shook my head. “Okay, then I’m going to give you a birthday celebration. Just the two of us. I’ll show you, not everyone is a jerk. I’ll show you…I’ll teach you to love again. Just give me time.” He looked so earnest explaining all of this to me. I couldn’t help but smile.
It was the most sincere smile I’d ever had. And he gave me the most sincere smile I’d ever received.
“Your heart is asleep, but…I hope to give it a gentle awakening,” he said, pulling out a paper from his pocket. It was a chocolate wrapper. “An awakening, from my heart to yours. I owe you this much.” He placed the wrapper in my hand, his number scrawled on it. “Call me at five.” And he walked away.
I stared curiously at the wrapper, and after a jogging of the memory, I smiled.
Perhaps this awakening will happen faster than either of us could expect.
---
“You think you’re better than us?”
“Stupid!”
“I’ll teach you to act all snotty!”
A young boy was surrounded by a group of kids. The rich boy, the one who only wanted to fit in, but no one wanted to be his friend. No one cared to see that he was lonely.
A punch to the face, and he fell to the floor.
“Snotty rich kid!”
A kick to the stomach. He kept himself from making any sound. This only made them more aggravated.
“You idiot!”
A series of kicks and it was done. He never made a peep.
“Teach you to think you’re better than us!”
They hurled rocks as they left. He curled into a little ball, and closed his eyes, begging his tears not to escape. Why was life was so cruel to those so undeserving? Upon opening his eyes, he was met with amazing earthen ones. She didn’t say anything as he backed up in fear, only remained crouching, watching him. Slowly, she pulled out a chocolate bar.
“Want some?”
She stepped closer to him, and he watched her approach. She handed him the chocolate bar, and wiped the blood from his face with her handkerchief. Then they called her name.
“Yoon Chae-yeong, your ride is here!”
She turned around at the sound of her name. When she turned back to him, she smiled. He smiled back. She waved as she left, but neither of them knew that she was going away. Still, Jung Yunho would never forget the day his heart was awakened.
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Yay for fluff and cheese!
