[Super Junior] Timeless -Part 2-
TIMELESS
-Part 1- -Part 2-
- [Thirst for love, I'm always in hunger
I even miss the tip of your fingers
Undermined our interest, love seems like a luxury]-
Just like his thoughts before he started, he did spend the whole summer away cleaning the warehouse, to the family’s amusement. They keep thinking that he will quit sooner or later, only seeing each day flutters by with him at the warehouse, carefully sorting out all the old stuffs.
Truth to be told, he was amused himself.
But when he remembered all the things he learnt -albeit secretly- from the treasure inside, he can confidently say that it is all worth it. To his pleasant surprise, too, his body also holds on well this time, he was up and about each day, to the delight of the family.
The best thing has to be the black box, though.
The box is surprisingly heavy for its size, which is comparatively smaller compare to others, and now, as he eyes it across the room, he cannot help but twitches, there is definitely something about it, maybe the content is dangerous stuffs or something, for it was sealed with a stronger spell compare to other things inside the warehouse.
It also seems that nobody but him can see it, let alone touch it.
The box has been in his room for awhile now, at the corner by the stacks of books, and it definitely stands out as the only box there, but nobody ever seems to notice its existence there. When he flat-out asked the family about it, they give him a blank stare, and ushers him to sleep earlier that night, the usual pattern whenever they have no idea what he is talking about.
He is used to that much, and he knows that nobody can match his level of power in terms of the supernatural in the family, so he just happily keeps the matter from them, despite some nagging here and there to spill the beans, in which he simply smile as the answer.
What they do not does not hurt them after all, he thinks.
Outside, the sky is clear and the moon is full, the light crawls across the room. He steals a glance at the clock; there are some minutes left to midnight. He closes his eyes, breathes deeply and listening to the constant move of the clock’s arms, which stops sharp at midnight.
He exhales slowly, and stands up, glancing at the box from the corner of one eye as he takes the surroundings around him. A fallen autumn leaf hangs mid-air and the air is still. A flying bird pinned on the sky, like in a picture and it all dawns on him.
That the time has stop, bringing everything into a still of motion, except for him.
And the cherry blossom tree.
He watches as the flower of the tree flies across the sky, even when it is kilometers away here, even at moment like this, and some of the petals even lands on him, gracefully caressing his cheek as it flutter by.
It gives him a mixed feeling for some reason and suddenly he feels so out of place, being the only one there and all, until he hears rustling behind him, or to be more specific, from the direction of the box.
He turns around and-
The sound of glass crash wakes him to a start and he is back in the room, the sun shines down and slowly the door opens, one of the younger boys smiles apologetically for the trouble and he simply smiles, gets up to clear the pieces, it will be dangerous if somebody steps on it after all. He glances at the clock and it is almost noon now.
When he gets back into the room later, the sky is dark again and he has a hard time holding back a sigh, he ignores the urge to look at the clock, knowing time is no longer relevant at the moment.
“Just come out now, will you?”
There is a click and there is a sharp pain in his head before he feels himself falling.
- [I need your interest, I need your conversation
I need your hand, I need even small love
Please light the fuse that's fading away]-
He watches as everything crumbles down around him; more than half of the population in the town had succumbed to the epidemic by now, and the person is getting paler each day, which he thought was not possible before, considering the face is already so white, like the falling snow.
They said that it was almost a miracle actually, for the person to be able to hold on until winter, but he knows he cannot rely on it, no.
The chance is still there, for the person to fall, like others, and he cannot risk it.
He had been studying harder now, when everyone is busy looking for antidote or whatnot, just to keep holding on. He had been creating more and more spells, seeking for something, anything, to save the person. He had even almost been tricked by random ayakashi, who he later exorcised out of rage.
He had become more and more powerful each day, and the person noticed it.
“You should stop.”
He turns around, facing the person, who is leaning by the tree.
“This is not doing us any good.”
He can feel his eyes widen at that, the body shaking.
“In fact, I’m somewhat grateful.”
Something snapped inside him, and he screamed.
“NO!”
- [Broken from the love of chains, I sing to find the one
Following the wind and the cloud, I wander the world]-
They said that a long, long time ago the country was caught in a famine, and epidemic strikes, taking lives of hundreds of people, and of course the town is not an exception. By the time the epidemic ceased, it is believed that there are barely any people left there. The ones left behind wrote down the tragedy, and the stories passed on as history to the people today. Of course, there is no solid proof on the credentialed of all this stories, as there are different versions of what really happened at that time, but all of them described the epidemic, so at least it was all in the same timeline.
Also, all of them described a cherry blossom tree on the cliff by the sea.
There is no acute explanation on how the tree comes to be as the way it is now, but almost all account said that it happened so suddenly, and the tree is already in full bloom when the epidemic ends and the snow starts to melt away.
But one story, which might as well be the closest to the truth due to the almost vivid detail of description, mentioned a man in the writer’s family, one with an attachment to the tree. The story tells from the writer’s perspective, how one by one the family member died, until the whole town is almost void of people, yet the man is always by the tree throughout the time, the man who the writer describes as somewhat different than the rest of the family. And for some reason, the story ends halfway, and there is no telling what happened after the tree blooms.
The man, who was mentioned in the story, is nameless.
To the rest of the world, that is.
- [Powdered snow, in front of us, eternity, too fragilely
Becomes a stain upon rough asphalt]-
They say, be careful what you wish for, for sometimes they often come true.
He also remembered they say, if you wish with all your heart, it will come true.
But at that moment, he forgot one more thing.
He forgot words are the most unbreakable chain men invented.
“I want you to stay forever!”
The person smiled softly, though he can see the sadness in the dark eyes.
“How foolish.”
He at that time has no way of knowing, how selfish those words are.
For the price used to pay for it, the sacrifice is too much.
Forever, is not something beautiful, and never is.
- [Passion of life, such thing as hope, it doesn't exist
I'm breathing simply out of life]-
He exhales, putting the book, which is still in good condition despite the passing time, thanks to the strong spell inflicted on it, back into the black box. He had been bedridden for a week before, having been found lying in the room with high fever, and he wake up with a heavy heart and full memory in the head.
He repelled the spell so easily and opened the black box in the midnight, the fall wind blows softly and the moonlight crawls across the room, taking the book and holding it so tight it might break. He steals a glance at the mirror across of him and taking in the brown eyes, light colored hair and the dimple at the left cheek. It is the same as he remembered; his face, whether it is now or centuries ago.
The face that is visible clearly in his memories now, the one he knew he often dreamt about along with the man at the tree since last winter, despite his apparent ability of not remembering them in the morning before, the one from the past.
The one that is actually the man in the legend, called ‘Jungsu’.
The man by the tree is actually called ‘Kibum’.
He remembered everything now, that there is no need to read the diary in his hands.
He remembered everything.
It hurts.
- [We can't live at the same time without trivial fights
If I can't be honest, then rapture and sorrow are meaningless]-
By the time he knows it, the person is already a part of the tree, and above him the tree grows magnificently, branches extended away. He watches in horror as the person makes a hasty move, and stops just an arm away from him, the woods and thin branches halts the step.
And for a moment, there is silence. He is too stunned to speak, tongue-tied and confused; the person’s expression mirrored his own. And that is when he realized that the person is no longer alive, at least not in a normal sense, and it is his fault.
His legs gives up on him and he falls on the knees, tears streaming down the face, his lips incessantly chattering, ‘I’m sorry, Kibum-ah, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’
There is a snap of twig and he twitched, effectively stops his mumbling and he looks up to see Kibum smiling at him, softly, shaking his head.
“It is okay, Jungsu. It’s okay.”
His heart twitched this time, and he can barely stop himself before screaming.
“HOW CAN THAT BE OKAY?! TELL ME!!”
The dark eyes are staring, and the hand reaches out halfway.
“Because this time, you can fly, Jungsu.”
The first petal of flower flies down his cheek and he holds his head up. The tree is blooming, in all its glory and he can see Kibum beaming at him. His wishes did come true, finally, but he lost his heart to feel happy.
Not when it happened like this.
No.
He went back with a heart so heavy he might as well buried it under the iron sea. Wait, maybe he already did, for he cannot feel a thing anymore. Everything is sealed away, in the diary in which he writes down the truth, and placed in the black box he inherited from his father. He wished for the time within the box to stop, so that the book will remain as it is. He had totally forgotten Kibum’s wish for him to be free, and chains himself away, so that he would not forget.
The regret is too deep; it kills him every time he remembered.
It happened every single time, over and over again, without fail, without exception.
No matter how many times he is reborn, the pain never leaves.
For he always remembers at one point of time, and never forgets.
-Part 3-
-Part 1- -Part 2-
- [Thirst for love, I'm always in hunger
I even miss the tip of your fingers
Undermined our interest, love seems like a luxury]-
Just like his thoughts before he started, he did spend the whole summer away cleaning the warehouse, to the family’s amusement. They keep thinking that he will quit sooner or later, only seeing each day flutters by with him at the warehouse, carefully sorting out all the old stuffs.
Truth to be told, he was amused himself.
But when he remembered all the things he learnt -albeit secretly- from the treasure inside, he can confidently say that it is all worth it. To his pleasant surprise, too, his body also holds on well this time, he was up and about each day, to the delight of the family.
The best thing has to be the black box, though.
The box is surprisingly heavy for its size, which is comparatively smaller compare to others, and now, as he eyes it across the room, he cannot help but twitches, there is definitely something about it, maybe the content is dangerous stuffs or something, for it was sealed with a stronger spell compare to other things inside the warehouse.
It also seems that nobody but him can see it, let alone touch it.
The box has been in his room for awhile now, at the corner by the stacks of books, and it definitely stands out as the only box there, but nobody ever seems to notice its existence there. When he flat-out asked the family about it, they give him a blank stare, and ushers him to sleep earlier that night, the usual pattern whenever they have no idea what he is talking about.
He is used to that much, and he knows that nobody can match his level of power in terms of the supernatural in the family, so he just happily keeps the matter from them, despite some nagging here and there to spill the beans, in which he simply smile as the answer.
What they do not does not hurt them after all, he thinks.
Outside, the sky is clear and the moon is full, the light crawls across the room. He steals a glance at the clock; there are some minutes left to midnight. He closes his eyes, breathes deeply and listening to the constant move of the clock’s arms, which stops sharp at midnight.
He exhales slowly, and stands up, glancing at the box from the corner of one eye as he takes the surroundings around him. A fallen autumn leaf hangs mid-air and the air is still. A flying bird pinned on the sky, like in a picture and it all dawns on him.
That the time has stop, bringing everything into a still of motion, except for him.
And the cherry blossom tree.
He watches as the flower of the tree flies across the sky, even when it is kilometers away here, even at moment like this, and some of the petals even lands on him, gracefully caressing his cheek as it flutter by.
It gives him a mixed feeling for some reason and suddenly he feels so out of place, being the only one there and all, until he hears rustling behind him, or to be more specific, from the direction of the box.
He turns around and-
The sound of glass crash wakes him to a start and he is back in the room, the sun shines down and slowly the door opens, one of the younger boys smiles apologetically for the trouble and he simply smiles, gets up to clear the pieces, it will be dangerous if somebody steps on it after all. He glances at the clock and it is almost noon now.
When he gets back into the room later, the sky is dark again and he has a hard time holding back a sigh, he ignores the urge to look at the clock, knowing time is no longer relevant at the moment.
“Just come out now, will you?”
There is a click and there is a sharp pain in his head before he feels himself falling.
- [I need your interest, I need your conversation
I need your hand, I need even small love
Please light the fuse that's fading away]-
He watches as everything crumbles down around him; more than half of the population in the town had succumbed to the epidemic by now, and the person is getting paler each day, which he thought was not possible before, considering the face is already so white, like the falling snow.
They said that it was almost a miracle actually, for the person to be able to hold on until winter, but he knows he cannot rely on it, no.
The chance is still there, for the person to fall, like others, and he cannot risk it.
He had been studying harder now, when everyone is busy looking for antidote or whatnot, just to keep holding on. He had been creating more and more spells, seeking for something, anything, to save the person. He had even almost been tricked by random ayakashi, who he later exorcised out of rage.
He had become more and more powerful each day, and the person noticed it.
“You should stop.”
He turns around, facing the person, who is leaning by the tree.
“This is not doing us any good.”
He can feel his eyes widen at that, the body shaking.
“In fact, I’m somewhat grateful.”
Something snapped inside him, and he screamed.
“NO!”
- [Broken from the love of chains, I sing to find the one
Following the wind and the cloud, I wander the world]-
They said that a long, long time ago the country was caught in a famine, and epidemic strikes, taking lives of hundreds of people, and of course the town is not an exception. By the time the epidemic ceased, it is believed that there are barely any people left there. The ones left behind wrote down the tragedy, and the stories passed on as history to the people today. Of course, there is no solid proof on the credentialed of all this stories, as there are different versions of what really happened at that time, but all of them described the epidemic, so at least it was all in the same timeline.
Also, all of them described a cherry blossom tree on the cliff by the sea.
There is no acute explanation on how the tree comes to be as the way it is now, but almost all account said that it happened so suddenly, and the tree is already in full bloom when the epidemic ends and the snow starts to melt away.
But one story, which might as well be the closest to the truth due to the almost vivid detail of description, mentioned a man in the writer’s family, one with an attachment to the tree. The story tells from the writer’s perspective, how one by one the family member died, until the whole town is almost void of people, yet the man is always by the tree throughout the time, the man who the writer describes as somewhat different than the rest of the family. And for some reason, the story ends halfway, and there is no telling what happened after the tree blooms.
The man, who was mentioned in the story, is nameless.
To the rest of the world, that is.
- [Powdered snow, in front of us, eternity, too fragilely
Becomes a stain upon rough asphalt]-
They say, be careful what you wish for, for sometimes they often come true.
He also remembered they say, if you wish with all your heart, it will come true.
But at that moment, he forgot one more thing.
He forgot words are the most unbreakable chain men invented.
“I want you to stay forever!”
The person smiled softly, though he can see the sadness in the dark eyes.
“How foolish.”
He at that time has no way of knowing, how selfish those words are.
For the price used to pay for it, the sacrifice is too much.
Forever, is not something beautiful, and never is.
- [Passion of life, such thing as hope, it doesn't exist
I'm breathing simply out of life]-
He exhales, putting the book, which is still in good condition despite the passing time, thanks to the strong spell inflicted on it, back into the black box. He had been bedridden for a week before, having been found lying in the room with high fever, and he wake up with a heavy heart and full memory in the head.
He repelled the spell so easily and opened the black box in the midnight, the fall wind blows softly and the moonlight crawls across the room, taking the book and holding it so tight it might break. He steals a glance at the mirror across of him and taking in the brown eyes, light colored hair and the dimple at the left cheek. It is the same as he remembered; his face, whether it is now or centuries ago.
The face that is visible clearly in his memories now, the one he knew he often dreamt about along with the man at the tree since last winter, despite his apparent ability of not remembering them in the morning before, the one from the past.
The one that is actually the man in the legend, called ‘Jungsu’.
The man by the tree is actually called ‘Kibum’.
He remembered everything now, that there is no need to read the diary in his hands.
He remembered everything.
It hurts.
- [We can't live at the same time without trivial fights
If I can't be honest, then rapture and sorrow are meaningless]-
By the time he knows it, the person is already a part of the tree, and above him the tree grows magnificently, branches extended away. He watches in horror as the person makes a hasty move, and stops just an arm away from him, the woods and thin branches halts the step.
And for a moment, there is silence. He is too stunned to speak, tongue-tied and confused; the person’s expression mirrored his own. And that is when he realized that the person is no longer alive, at least not in a normal sense, and it is his fault.
His legs gives up on him and he falls on the knees, tears streaming down the face, his lips incessantly chattering, ‘I’m sorry, Kibum-ah, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’
There is a snap of twig and he twitched, effectively stops his mumbling and he looks up to see Kibum smiling at him, softly, shaking his head.
“It is okay, Jungsu. It’s okay.”
His heart twitched this time, and he can barely stop himself before screaming.
“HOW CAN THAT BE OKAY?! TELL ME!!”
The dark eyes are staring, and the hand reaches out halfway.
“Because this time, you can fly, Jungsu.”
The first petal of flower flies down his cheek and he holds his head up. The tree is blooming, in all its glory and he can see Kibum beaming at him. His wishes did come true, finally, but he lost his heart to feel happy.
Not when it happened like this.
No.
He went back with a heart so heavy he might as well buried it under the iron sea. Wait, maybe he already did, for he cannot feel a thing anymore. Everything is sealed away, in the diary in which he writes down the truth, and placed in the black box he inherited from his father. He wished for the time within the box to stop, so that the book will remain as it is. He had totally forgotten Kibum’s wish for him to be free, and chains himself away, so that he would not forget.
The regret is too deep; it kills him every time he remembered.
It happened every single time, over and over again, without fail, without exception.
No matter how many times he is reborn, the pain never leaves.
For he always remembers at one point of time, and never forgets.
-Part 3-