11. This Song
이노래 / This Song
Junsu/Female; PG; Angst.
"I want to give you everything, but I can't."
a/n: based on 2am's song "이노래" (This Song). I was inspired.
He walks lonesome on the busy streets passing by stores displaying rings, watches, and other types of jewlery. He passes another store filled with suits, perfectly pressed and hung according to size, style, and color. The other side replicating the exact parrel for women, dresses line the store, sparkling under florescent lights.
He eyes them hungrily. He slows down passing each store, letting the air conditioning flowing from the room onto his battered skin. He slips his hands into his pocket and sadly pulls out a few coins and some lint.
He sighs. The sun slowly retreating, he walks pass the crowded sidewalk.
He opens the door to the roof of an apartment silently and watches a smaller figure, crouched down, hugging her legs as the sun paints a silhouette around her.
"Oh, Junsu yah! You're here! Come, come!" She turns her head as the door clicks shut. Junsu smiles and hurries his way towards her.
They sit together, watching the sun. Both in clothes they must've worn a hundred times, they smile in silence. He turns to her, admiring her physique, her presence.
He wants so much more for her. A good education, a family, a carreer, a great life. He wants to decorate her with shiny jewlery of gold and silver. Sparkles on her ears and bands of wealth around her wrists.
"Hey..." His voice is soft and raspy as if he hasn't spoke for days.
"Mm?" She turns to him. Her face full of happiness, eyes shinning for the world, hope gleaming as bright as the setting sun.
He holds her hands tightly and guides her to face him. He gets down on one knee and looks at her deep her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"I want to give you everything, but I can't." he drops his head. She runs her fingers through the side of his hair assuring him that it's nothing.
"You're the only one in my world, I'm sorry." He pulls her to her feet and he follows. He stands a short distance, an arm length away. Please accept this. He was born with a voice and that's all he could give her. He takes a deep breath and pours his heart. He sings, clenching his chest, eyes surrendering shut, shifting his weight from side to side. His neck straining to obtain each and every note for perfection. It was all he had, please...
Junsu/Female; PG; Angst.
"I want to give you everything, but I can't."
a/n: based on 2am's song "이노래" (This Song). I was inspired.
He walks lonesome on the busy streets passing by stores displaying rings, watches, and other types of jewlery. He passes another store filled with suits, perfectly pressed and hung according to size, style, and color. The other side replicating the exact parrel for women, dresses line the store, sparkling under florescent lights.
He eyes them hungrily. He slows down passing each store, letting the air conditioning flowing from the room onto his battered skin. He slips his hands into his pocket and sadly pulls out a few coins and some lint.
He sighs. The sun slowly retreating, he walks pass the crowded sidewalk.
He opens the door to the roof of an apartment silently and watches a smaller figure, crouched down, hugging her legs as the sun paints a silhouette around her.
"Oh, Junsu yah! You're here! Come, come!" She turns her head as the door clicks shut. Junsu smiles and hurries his way towards her.
They sit together, watching the sun. Both in clothes they must've worn a hundred times, they smile in silence. He turns to her, admiring her physique, her presence.
He wants so much more for her. A good education, a family, a carreer, a great life. He wants to decorate her with shiny jewlery of gold and silver. Sparkles on her ears and bands of wealth around her wrists.
"Hey..." His voice is soft and raspy as if he hasn't spoke for days.
"Mm?" She turns to him. Her face full of happiness, eyes shinning for the world, hope gleaming as bright as the setting sun.
He holds her hands tightly and guides her to face him. He gets down on one knee and looks at her deep her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"I want to give you everything, but I can't." he drops his head. She runs her fingers through the side of his hair assuring him that it's nothing.
"You're the only one in my world, I'm sorry." He pulls her to her feet and he follows. He stands a short distance, an arm length away. Please accept this. He was born with a voice and that's all he could give her. He takes a deep breath and pours his heart. He sings, clenching his chest, eyes surrendering shut, shifting his weight from side to side. His neck straining to obtain each and every note for perfection. It was all he had, please...
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