One-shot ; HIWAY (Ride With Me)
This has become my writing journal, sort of. ^^;
Started long time ago, finished it some months back, posting it only now.
R.I.P Lee Eon (Park Sang-min): 2008.08.21
&
R.I.P Michael Jackson: 2009.06.25
R.I.P Frank McCourt: 2009.07.19
~*~*~*
One-shot ; HIWAY (Ride With Me)
Start: 2008.09.08
End: 2009.04.28
끝도 볼 수 없지만, 내가 가는 이 길이
정말 내가 원해왔던 길일까
셀 수 없는 갈등과 내 현실 앞에 끝없이 싸워야만해
모두 이겨낼 수 없겠지, 난 가야만해
가진 것도 없고, 믿는 것도 없지만
내 안엔 나를 믿어주는 친구도 있어
날 일어설 수 있게 해줘
I can't see the end
But is the road that I'm on,
really the road that I want?
I have countless difficulties
And things that must be fought in my reality
I probably wont be able to win over all of them
But i must go on
I have nothing, i believe in nothing
But i have friends that believe me
Help me to get up
- SHINHWA, [HIWAY (Ride With Me)]
Credits; aheeyah.com
The night was unusually quiet. Hyesung had wanted to continue his practice, but something tugged at his heart. In two days, he would be holding his own stage again, a promised comeback to his ever supporting fans. Yet it was not what bothered him. He failed to put a finger to it, uneasiness filled his being.
The gush of wind tried to awash him as he stepped out of the car his manager drove. He was quite taken at how cold it felt despite the humidity of summer. Tightening his worn-out hoodie around his lean frame, he waved goodbye and made his way up to his apartment. The surrounding seemed to be frozen and he was the only one moving.
The sight of home relieved him a little. He stood before the door, about to punch the PIN number, when he noticed something was amiss. It was too.. peaceful. He flicked open his handphone. No new messages. Very odd. His legs started without waiting for his thoughts to settle, swiftly jogging down the stairs in an automated ignorance towards the elevator.
The lights were off. 'Isn't the wrap-up party supposed to end by now?' Hyesung wondered, by now he could not help to conceal his worry. He quickened his pace, this time purposely heading for the elevator, #1 key on speed-dial already making connection. Fingers wrapped around his mobile in a tight grip as he listened to the electronic tone.
Nothing.
Hyesung fought the feeling of dejavu. The last time this happened, he nearly bought an impromptu airfare to Jeju-do. Hating the restlessness in his heart, he walked off briskly to his car, a spare key succesfully fished out from his fling bag. He closed his eyes briefly, flashing various places in his mind. The engine was barely heated when he geared up and zoomed off into the early morning.
~*~*~*
He could not remember for how long he had sit there. On his own. Heart getting numbed, eyes staring into space, ears muting his surrounding. Did he cry? He could not recall. It was as though he had used up all of his energy resources. He even lost the will to smoke.
He felt that he needed to do something, so he tried to focus. He regretted it the moment he did as the rush of awful images came. Clear, unfiltered, real. He shut his eyes instinctively and covered his head with his arms, willing the sinking feeling to disappear. "No," he pleaded softly, teeth biting his lower lip, refusing to succumb to the pain.
A comforting warmth enveloped him, a total contrast to what he was feeling towards the world at the moment. He did not need to guess who it was, how he found him or why did he come. He remembered what he had wanted to do, but now it was not necessary. He let go of the forgotten handphone in his hand, its screen still blaring the name of the person hugging him right then.
~*~*~*
"Eric," Hyesung spoke gently, a lump in his throat, feeling the loss he knew his friend was suffering from. Expecting the silence, he slowly patted him in a soothing pattern. Having done this ritual for countless times, Eric fall into the rhythm and finally let his guard down, allowing the tears to fall freely. Both of them rocked with his constrained sorrow, Hyesung continuing to hold him steadfast as he crumbled off his star persona and become just Eric.
"The funeral-" he started, voice hoarse from grief.
"It's okay, I'll send you there. We'll stay a bit," Hyesung replied, smiling through his tears.
Excerpts:
How do you catch the flu during the summer?
I went to the Han River together with my friends a few days ago. I guessed I caught a cold after blowing too much of the breeze during the night.
- Hyesung on 3rd album SIDE1 comeback interview
Started long time ago, finished it some months back, posting it only now.
R.I.P Lee Eon (Park Sang-min): 2008.08.21
&
R.I.P Michael Jackson: 2009.06.25
R.I.P Frank McCourt: 2009.07.19
~*~*~*
One-shot ; HIWAY (Ride With Me)
Start: 2008.09.08
End: 2009.04.28
끝도 볼 수 없지만, 내가 가는 이 길이
정말 내가 원해왔던 길일까
셀 수 없는 갈등과 내 현실 앞에 끝없이 싸워야만해
모두 이겨낼 수 없겠지, 난 가야만해
가진 것도 없고, 믿는 것도 없지만
내 안엔 나를 믿어주는 친구도 있어
날 일어설 수 있게 해줘
I can't see the end
But is the road that I'm on,
really the road that I want?
I have countless difficulties
And things that must be fought in my reality
I probably wont be able to win over all of them
But i must go on
I have nothing, i believe in nothing
But i have friends that believe me
Help me to get up
- SHINHWA, [HIWAY (Ride With Me)]
Credits; aheeyah.com
The night was unusually quiet. Hyesung had wanted to continue his practice, but something tugged at his heart. In two days, he would be holding his own stage again, a promised comeback to his ever supporting fans. Yet it was not what bothered him. He failed to put a finger to it, uneasiness filled his being.
The gush of wind tried to awash him as he stepped out of the car his manager drove. He was quite taken at how cold it felt despite the humidity of summer. Tightening his worn-out hoodie around his lean frame, he waved goodbye and made his way up to his apartment. The surrounding seemed to be frozen and he was the only one moving.
The sight of home relieved him a little. He stood before the door, about to punch the PIN number, when he noticed something was amiss. It was too.. peaceful. He flicked open his handphone. No new messages. Very odd. His legs started without waiting for his thoughts to settle, swiftly jogging down the stairs in an automated ignorance towards the elevator.
The lights were off. 'Isn't the wrap-up party supposed to end by now?' Hyesung wondered, by now he could not help to conceal his worry. He quickened his pace, this time purposely heading for the elevator, #1 key on speed-dial already making connection. Fingers wrapped around his mobile in a tight grip as he listened to the electronic tone.
Nothing.
Hyesung fought the feeling of dejavu. The last time this happened, he nearly bought an impromptu airfare to Jeju-do. Hating the restlessness in his heart, he walked off briskly to his car, a spare key succesfully fished out from his fling bag. He closed his eyes briefly, flashing various places in his mind. The engine was barely heated when he geared up and zoomed off into the early morning.
~*~*~*
He could not remember for how long he had sit there. On his own. Heart getting numbed, eyes staring into space, ears muting his surrounding. Did he cry? He could not recall. It was as though he had used up all of his energy resources. He even lost the will to smoke.
He felt that he needed to do something, so he tried to focus. He regretted it the moment he did as the rush of awful images came. Clear, unfiltered, real. He shut his eyes instinctively and covered his head with his arms, willing the sinking feeling to disappear. "No," he pleaded softly, teeth biting his lower lip, refusing to succumb to the pain.
A comforting warmth enveloped him, a total contrast to what he was feeling towards the world at the moment. He did not need to guess who it was, how he found him or why did he come. He remembered what he had wanted to do, but now it was not necessary. He let go of the forgotten handphone in his hand, its screen still blaring the name of the person hugging him right then.
~*~*~*
"Eric," Hyesung spoke gently, a lump in his throat, feeling the loss he knew his friend was suffering from. Expecting the silence, he slowly patted him in a soothing pattern. Having done this ritual for countless times, Eric fall into the rhythm and finally let his guard down, allowing the tears to fall freely. Both of them rocked with his constrained sorrow, Hyesung continuing to hold him steadfast as he crumbled off his star persona and become just Eric.
"The funeral-" he started, voice hoarse from grief.
"It's okay, I'll send you there. We'll stay a bit," Hyesung replied, smiling through his tears.
Excerpts:
How do you catch the flu during the summer?
I went to the Han River together with my friends a few days ago. I guessed I caught a cold after blowing too much of the breeze during the night.
- Hyesung on 3rd album SIDE1 comeback interview