나만 바라봐 (Look Only at Me)
Title: 나만 바라봐 (Look Only at Me)
Author: abstractpersona
Genre: Romance, Hurt, Fluff, Drabble
Length: Long-Prologue [will be Chaptered if there is good responseJ]
Pairing(s): DongHaeXYunHo, YunHoXJaeJoong
Overall Rating: PG (for now^^)
Dedicated to: My dahling BETA, my inspiration and friend>_<
Comments:
- Try to follow the story! When I bracket a character’s name at the title it means that the story is from his/her (hardly a her) viewpoint. If there is no indication of a charcter viewpoint, it’s in the 3rd person Narrative! Can? OKJ
- I did it as close to their original backgrounds as I could, but of course I spiced it up to give you all a bit more to read and enjoy dahlingsJ
- I’m SOOO sad that DongHae had to be a bad guy but no worries… Things may change! After all, you read for the YUNJAE no?
- I tried to provide as much a background as I can in this prologue to lead you to the events that will happen in the present aka other chapters if they ever will exist:P
- ENJOY DEARSJ And let me know what you thinkJ
Prologue--- Loss : the beginning of an end (YunHo)
Graduation Day.
“At long last, High school is over! Just me and…” as if afraid he isn’t there, I turn back in anxiety, searching for DongHae in the long line behind me. I spot him and he smiles a warm smile at me, the one that made my heart melt the first time we met.
“JUNG YUNHO,” a deep voice booms through the auditorium. I reluctantly tear my eyes from DongHae and look to the front at the announcer on stage. My feet feel like lead. I don’t like the stage. Never did, never will. Still, I trudge heavily up the steps to the low raised platform, extending my hand toward the headmaster.
I shake his hand. It’s disgusting, clammy and sweaty from having taken the hand of three hundred other students before me. I force a pained smile onto my face. “It’s only for I while,” I tell myself, “Later, you’ll be with DongHae.”
I take my certificate and walk down the stage. It’s over. I take my seat next to someone I do not know. He’s from the arts class I think? It doesn’t matter.
Lifting my countenance, I look up at the platform and my eyes scan the front for his face, my DongHae.
He’s not there.
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. I scanned the line for him, frantic, mad with desperation.
He was not there. He was not there.
It’s over.
And I swear I will scream a cliché.
“NOOOOOO------ ” And I sit up, ramrod straight, as if a hot iron had been pressed into the small of my back. It sure felt that way. I use the back of my hand to wipe the beads of cold sweat lining my forehead. I pant heavily short of breath. It was a nightmare, a bloody nightmare. The same bloody nightmare I had last week and the week before. Damn.
I can’t help it but it comes again. Memories of the past flooding my mind.
DongHae’s smile. The honest, warm, comforting, heart-stopping, dazzling, oh I could go on and on… Let’s just say it was extraordinary. No one could smile like that. It brought such light and maturity to his features. When he smiled that smile I saw an angel on earth. He was that to me anyway. His smile reached his eyes and his eyes held his smile. And he was mine. Was…
SHUT UP.
Push away these memories. I can’t sleep. I grab the alarm clock beside me. 5:07p.m. my body is pumping with adrenaline, naturally, due to that short moment of stress. I should get up anyway, my throat is parched with thirst.
I push myself up from my bed and walk to the kitchen, to grab a cup of hot ocha. Maybe I’ll practice the dance again later, for the auditions…
The hot tea burns my throat, but at least that distracts me from the pain in my heart. And I memories creep back again. And I let them come.
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Mokpo--- My hometown, the very first place I met DongHae.
It was a cold winter evening and I was walking home from school, wrapped up snugly in my winter attire. Happy and carefree, I skipped along the old mud path, now covered in snow (AND stained by the dirt) that over-looked the sea.
There on the seashore sat a lone figure, doodling on the ice-covered sand. Odd, who would be here when it was so dark? So I walked over.
“Lee DongHae? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be going home?” I asked, curious at the boy sitting on the cold sand, knees tucked to his chest.
“Mmph,” was all I heard from him. Not very friendly is he? Fine. I’ll just sit beside him here until he talks.
We sat there for half an hour or so in silence. Mine thoughtful, his uncomfortable. Then finally I push him from his unstable position onto the sand playfully to make him talk. “Eh DongHae-ah, what’s up?” I ask again.
Then I look at him. The body curled on the icy sand is shaking. Tears streamed down, with red showing itself in veins and splotches on his face.
At first I was horrified. My mind was a blank and all I could think of was SHIT. Now I look like some fool. But it wasn’t about me. It was about him. I struggled to find the words, to ask what had happened. What’s wrong? SAY IT. My mouth moved but no words came out. I couldn’t speak.
“Hyung---” DongHae mumbled. Phew, that saved me from saying the wrong thing. “Hyung, please, stay with me.”
I nodded. I knelt up, stomach towards DongHae, hands around his head, reaching to his back to brush off the sand.
“DongHae-ah-” I started to say. The boy looked at me with his tear-filled eyes. It was a picture. I swear I will start spouting clichés again but if I don’t, you will never understand the beauty of his eyes. The tears that collected on the bottom lid threatened to spill out, not before catching the full light of the moon, reflecting the pain in his emotions. His iris was the color of rust. Reddish-brown.
I couldn’t say anything again. Dumbfounded, I pushed myself off the ground and extended my hand toward him, offering to pull him up. And he grabbed it.
That night we walked back to the village together. That night we became best friends. That night, my life began.
You see, DongHae was an only child and at the age of four, he was abandoned by his parents, left in the village where his grandmother stayed. Not that DongHae did not like his grandmother, but honestly, I felt that she was a complete menace. I mean, DongHae was practically treated like Cinderella with her around, bossing him to clean the house, fix meals, massage her bunions (Ew!). What was worse was that DongHae just took things in his stride and did not complain once.
I wanted to save him from that. I wanted him out of that awful place.
Three years passed and we were fifteen. DongHae and I, well we were for a lack of a better word, inseparable. That was when I decided that I had to tell him. Dragging it would be far too painful, and risky.
It was DongHae’s birthday and I forbade him to go home. The old hag wouldn’t notice anyway. We licked our sticks of golden malt candy in the cool night, walking along the old mud path. Unconsciously, we wandered to the sea, the place we had first met and decided to take rest at the beach.
With the candy in his hand, DongHae sat on the beach, legs crossed, staring into the vast ocean. A smile crept onto his face and he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply the smell of the ocean. DongHae told me once that the sea was a well into which we pour our troubles out. He said that he probably felt that way since his name had something to do with the sea, so the sea was like his family, the one true place where he belonged. Whenever he was feeling down, I would find him here on the beach, looking out, thoughtful, then calm and at peace.
Could he ever not look like an angel?
The moonlight caught his face in full effect, filling every corner of his glorious visage, accentuating all his features.
I leaned in, wanting to brush my lips on his cheek, wanting him.
Then he turned to face me.
Damnit.
I quickly hid my face, not daring to look at him. Had he seen me? Had he seen what I was trying to do?
A moment passed and only silence ensued. Then, I felt a cool hand against my cheek, pulling me face to face DongHae’s.
“Hyung, I love you too.”
DongHae leaned into me, waiting for me. He did not want to pursue this unless I gave the approval. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him forward, crushing my lips against his. It was, bliss.
We were a lone island, separated from the world. It was just me and DongHae and it would always be that way.
Until graduation.
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Wasn't as pretty as i pictured it to be. Nevertheless. Prologue is out. I have to type chapter 1 before it can be considered a YUNJAE fanfic. Lol. Just to pacify my Beta. This is my first fanfic as most of you can tell so i'm a little rusty.
Please comment:) and i will get chapter 1 out. If it's good then tell me and i will write more:P
Love<3