.: 100 One-Shot Prompt Challenge [1]:.
prompt 001:: Disease
pairing:: SiHan
progress:: 1 / 100
word count:: 353
I was infected.
It was an illness for which no cure could be provided for.
My body was under attack by a lethal plague that had planted itself in my heart and proceeded to course along with the blood flowing through my veins.
I had fallen in love.
But this was no ordinary love.
You see, he was a man, just as I, and thus this love was made impure against society…or at least that is what society had led me to believe.
But what to make of my situation? There would be no denying it…
I was infatuated with this man.
...I was sick - mentally and physically.
Day after day, I had come to make seeing him a regular part of my schedule. Even just taking a casual stroll past the store he worked at…just catching the tiniest glimpse of that man would send my heart racing, and I could envision the day that I would muster up all of my courage and profess my love for him. And he would feel the same.
If only my lonely heart’s fantasies could all become true…
On the other hand, if a day went by without seeing him, my whole body would feel fatigued; as if I had lost an entire night’s worth of sleep, waiting for a lover to return home. But how could I be yearning for him so if he had never been my lover in the first place?
Choi Siwon, you are ill. This isn’t just some child-like crush…this is a burning obsession. Leave the poor man alone. He wouldn’t understand your feelings.
I ignored the voice of my conscience as usual. It wounded me greatly that I would have such doubts of this man…but what if my conscience was right? What if my emotions were not shared? What if all of my hopes and dreams were never meant to be?
You won’t ever know until you make something happen, Siwon…
That much I knew was true.
But until that day, I would continue to gaze upon his face in yearning.
This man---an overseas guest into my country…
…but a foreign invader into my heart.
pairing:: SiHan
progress:: 1 / 100
word count:: 353
I was infected.
It was an illness for which no cure could be provided for.
My body was under attack by a lethal plague that had planted itself in my heart and proceeded to course along with the blood flowing through my veins.
I had fallen in love.
But this was no ordinary love.
You see, he was a man, just as I, and thus this love was made impure against society…or at least that is what society had led me to believe.
But what to make of my situation? There would be no denying it…
I was infatuated with this man.
...I was sick - mentally and physically.
Day after day, I had come to make seeing him a regular part of my schedule. Even just taking a casual stroll past the store he worked at…just catching the tiniest glimpse of that man would send my heart racing, and I could envision the day that I would muster up all of my courage and profess my love for him. And he would feel the same.
If only my lonely heart’s fantasies could all become true…
On the other hand, if a day went by without seeing him, my whole body would feel fatigued; as if I had lost an entire night’s worth of sleep, waiting for a lover to return home. But how could I be yearning for him so if he had never been my lover in the first place?
Choi Siwon, you are ill. This isn’t just some child-like crush…this is a burning obsession. Leave the poor man alone. He wouldn’t understand your feelings.
I ignored the voice of my conscience as usual. It wounded me greatly that I would have such doubts of this man…but what if my conscience was right? What if my emotions were not shared? What if all of my hopes and dreams were never meant to be?
You won’t ever know until you make something happen, Siwon…
That much I knew was true.
But until that day, I would continue to gaze upon his face in yearning.
This man---an overseas guest into my country…
…but a foreign invader into my heart.