BreakShot ch.2
Title: BreakShot
Author: florzhia
Pairing: Jason x Jinguk [Wooyoung x Taecyeon]
Rating: No idea, man.
Genre: Cool story, broh
Disclaimer: JYP is my husband~ so i do OWN 2PM's bodies and souls =]
Summary: I said it's my turn already?
NOTE: Listening "ONE WAY"
Chapter two
“Why you didn’t want to go to the audition?” His best friend is asking all questions his parents would ask if they were by his side. “You have potential. Jinguk, we both know you can dance better than half of those people”. He says pointing the rest of the crew practicing in the old garage.
“Whatever” He’s asking the same question to himself, but his mind is divided in two; the past and present. His past has dragged him to be ordinary and do what normal people do. Sometimes he can hear the past, talking about his fails, and his mistakes as his heart breaks into pieces. If he doesn’t get over of what happened, he will never have a future and he is sure about this.
“Dude, stop it”
“Stop what?”
“You’re beating your lip. Don’t do it or your lip will bleed”
He left the garage, sick of all. Even if he runs away out the city, he can’t run away from himself. His steps heading him to the park at 10PM. The weather is following his feeling by being cold as his heart. He puts his hands inside jacket’s pocket; a sharped thing hit his finger. Jinguk takes the thing out of his pocket, its Jason’s paper.
Even if he looks it for more than half hour he can’t figure out what it says. There are two lines with curves, trying to be words but Jinguk can’t read it. The words were written down in English, Jinguk got two “F” in that signature when he was in High School. Now he regrets playing with his friend in the street when he could spend his free hours studying English.
Music, he can hear music playing somewhere far but yet close from him. It was a mix between hip hop and rock, the beat starting to caress his frozen skin as the lyrics rises up to yell at his hear. His right feet move ahead, following by his left one. Basic steps, he thought he had forgotten but his body is proving him wrong.
His shoulders move as his waist goes down and up, from side to side. He bites his lip, trying to avoid the odd sensation of pain over his knee. The doctor told him in after the surgery and months, he could dance again like he normally did. Even if he knows it, his brain can’t forget the pain of overworking his knee by dancing and he feels the need to stop moving.
The music ended, Jinguk stops moving. Someone is applauding behind him, he feels the shame getting inside him as he turns around.
“Well done, I guess”
Author: florzhia
Pairing: Jason x Jinguk [Wooyoung x Taecyeon]
Rating: No idea, man.
Genre: Cool story, broh
Disclaimer: JYP is my husband~ so i do OWN 2PM's bodies and souls =]
Summary: I said it's my turn already?
NOTE: Listening "ONE WAY"
Chapter two
“Why you didn’t want to go to the audition?” His best friend is asking all questions his parents would ask if they were by his side. “You have potential. Jinguk, we both know you can dance better than half of those people”. He says pointing the rest of the crew practicing in the old garage.
“Whatever” He’s asking the same question to himself, but his mind is divided in two; the past and present. His past has dragged him to be ordinary and do what normal people do. Sometimes he can hear the past, talking about his fails, and his mistakes as his heart breaks into pieces. If he doesn’t get over of what happened, he will never have a future and he is sure about this.
“Dude, stop it”
“Stop what?”
“You’re beating your lip. Don’t do it or your lip will bleed”
He left the garage, sick of all. Even if he runs away out the city, he can’t run away from himself. His steps heading him to the park at 10PM. The weather is following his feeling by being cold as his heart. He puts his hands inside jacket’s pocket; a sharped thing hit his finger. Jinguk takes the thing out of his pocket, its Jason’s paper.
Even if he looks it for more than half hour he can’t figure out what it says. There are two lines with curves, trying to be words but Jinguk can’t read it. The words were written down in English, Jinguk got two “F” in that signature when he was in High School. Now he regrets playing with his friend in the street when he could spend his free hours studying English.
Music, he can hear music playing somewhere far but yet close from him. It was a mix between hip hop and rock, the beat starting to caress his frozen skin as the lyrics rises up to yell at his hear. His right feet move ahead, following by his left one. Basic steps, he thought he had forgotten but his body is proving him wrong.
His shoulders move as his waist goes down and up, from side to side. He bites his lip, trying to avoid the odd sensation of pain over his knee. The doctor told him in after the surgery and months, he could dance again like he normally did. Even if he knows it, his brain can’t forget the pain of overworking his knee by dancing and he feels the need to stop moving.
The music ended, Jinguk stops moving. Someone is applauding behind him, he feels the shame getting inside him as he turns around.
“Well done, I guess”