[ENG] Changmin - .le silence qui est en moi (english version)
Title: .le silence qui est en moi (english version - french version below)
Fandom: DBSK/TVXQ!
Couple: Changmin/?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own him
Beta: silent_twin. Thank you!
.le silence qui est en moi*
He wants to tell him how much he despises
(loves) him and can’t stand his face and voice anymore. He wants to spit his hatred
(confess), hit him
(touch him), hurt him
(kiss him), only to see him falter
(smile) and crumble like a dislocated doll on the ground
(finally be his).
So he doesn’t say anything. It’s a daily routine. He’s always on the verge of spilling the words, and waits until the last moment to swallow them whole, gulping them down. It was his hidden secret, his darkest dream. He suffocates with jealousy; drowns in distrust; cultivates his fear - like a weed growing in his stomach and invading his entrails, slow and vicious, until he feels ill and nauseous; he’s nothing more than a child who has grown too fast
(who’s calling for help).
He wants to tell him how much he wants him to disappear
(of his heart) and how much he will get better without him. Make him know how bad he feels
(because of love), and how he’s loosing this battle against himself
(his desire). So he doesn’t say anything. It’s the same routine.
Silence is a deaf and compassionate friend; and Changmin doesn’t need more.
(He knows he doesn’t have the right to hate him this much, but Changmin can’t help it - can’t help it, because it hurts so much.)
*the silence inside me
Fandom: DBSK/TVXQ!
Couple: Changmin/?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own him
Beta: silent_twin. Thank you!
.le silence qui est en moi*
He wants to tell him how much he despises
(loves) him and can’t stand his face and voice anymore. He wants to spit his hatred
(confess), hit him
(touch him), hurt him
(kiss him), only to see him falter
(smile) and crumble like a dislocated doll on the ground
(finally be his).
So he doesn’t say anything. It’s a daily routine. He’s always on the verge of spilling the words, and waits until the last moment to swallow them whole, gulping them down. It was his hidden secret, his darkest dream. He suffocates with jealousy; drowns in distrust; cultivates his fear - like a weed growing in his stomach and invading his entrails, slow and vicious, until he feels ill and nauseous; he’s nothing more than a child who has grown too fast
(who’s calling for help).
He wants to tell him how much he wants him to disappear
(of his heart) and how much he will get better without him. Make him know how bad he feels
(because of love), and how he’s loosing this battle against himself
(his desire). So he doesn’t say anything. It’s the same routine.
Silence is a deaf and compassionate friend; and Changmin doesn’t need more.
(He knows he doesn’t have the right to hate him this much, but Changmin can’t help it - can’t help it, because it hurts so much.)
*the silence inside me