Heal
pg // gwiboon/taemin // ~600
-- wherein gwiboon is trying to get
by on her own.
i'm just going to pretend this is taekey :D
gif credit japanlove from the movie kimi no todoke
music near to you by a fine frenzy
The world did this to her, colored her in different shades of pain.
That was why it didn't matter how bare she was on stage. It wasn't that she was in love with the light that shined on her skin or the hot breaths hovering around her. It was because she was familiar with it. With this familiarity came the miniscule permit of security.
Was it as tragic as she read out loud, that she was safe in the light, wired in lace, pallid skin, muscle stretch; this, remorsefully, was home.
Black traced the curve of her eyes, turning them to crisp lines, the powder on her skin slacked with perspiration. An empty apartment waited for her after every shift at the club.
Outside of her door was a figure draped with a sheet. Her head spun from side to side then back down at the form. She toed the side and stepped back at the sign of movement.
The figure sat up, blanket falling from its-- his shoulders.
This gangly boy was swallowed by coats and scarves, gloved hands working to rub his eyes, hair curling in and out from his soft cheeks.
She thought that he could not have been homeless like the other people who ended up inside the apartment complex. He didn’t encompass that needy surrender, except an innocence that spoke volumes in his quiet yawn.
"Here," She fished a few crumpled bills from her bag and reached it out to him in a fist. "Take this money and leave. I don't have anymore."
Listless, he stared at the fist, inquisitive, he stood up. The ill lit hall provided shadows more than light, but from the black and white clinging to the boy's face she felt a cross of emotions counter her insides. She didn't know him, but she sensed that she should be punished for that. Why?
He was taller than her in his straightened stance, common as anyone else but at the same time not so much. She tilted her head to the side.
"I found you." Complexities converged into three simple words said by the boy in a humble and straining declaration. His eyes could not blink any faster, the tip of his nose slightly red. "I finally found you, Gwiboon."
She held her head back up as her eyes took the shape of saucers. No one called her by her real name in years, not ever since she left the hospital, a trail of memories falling behind her like bread crumbs as she ran away to the circus. "Do I know you?"
"It's me. It's me, Taemin." The drastic drop of her heart to ground at the sound of his name, of his voice, is painfully exquisite.
Suddenly, she was hell and he was heaven, 2 inches too far.
"Taemin." To say his name again meant more than saying his name before when they first met at the hospital.
They were both young. They were both dying.
She was Kim Gwiboon back then, and he was and forever will be Lee Taemin, the curly haired boy with the cautious stare, too frightened to stare but too curious to look away.
He said she was an angel.
And in her time of treatment, she felt nothing but her chest bursting, her heart learning what it meant to fly each time they collided.
As quickly as they met, Taemin was sent away for his operation, to a better facility because he was getting worse. She feared the possibility of death for him more than she feared it for herself.
He promised he would find her again-- "I don't care how, if it's in this life or the next, I will find you."
He did. He found her. Underneath the layers of destruction set on her, underneath the calloused touches invisibly embracing her skin, between then and now, finally, he found her.
*masterficlist | tumblr | comment here to be added
-- written really quick just now
and kind of out of nowhere.
i don't even know what to say about this.
uhm, i miss taekey? :3
-- wherein gwiboon is trying to get
by on her own.
i'm just going to pretend this is taekey :D
gif credit japanlove from the movie kimi no todoke
music near to you by a fine frenzy
The world did this to her, colored her in different shades of pain.
That was why it didn't matter how bare she was on stage. It wasn't that she was in love with the light that shined on her skin or the hot breaths hovering around her. It was because she was familiar with it. With this familiarity came the miniscule permit of security.
Was it as tragic as she read out loud, that she was safe in the light, wired in lace, pallid skin, muscle stretch; this, remorsefully, was home.
Black traced the curve of her eyes, turning them to crisp lines, the powder on her skin slacked with perspiration. An empty apartment waited for her after every shift at the club.
Outside of her door was a figure draped with a sheet. Her head spun from side to side then back down at the form. She toed the side and stepped back at the sign of movement.
The figure sat up, blanket falling from its-- his shoulders.
This gangly boy was swallowed by coats and scarves, gloved hands working to rub his eyes, hair curling in and out from his soft cheeks.
She thought that he could not have been homeless like the other people who ended up inside the apartment complex. He didn’t encompass that needy surrender, except an innocence that spoke volumes in his quiet yawn.
"Here," She fished a few crumpled bills from her bag and reached it out to him in a fist. "Take this money and leave. I don't have anymore."
Listless, he stared at the fist, inquisitive, he stood up. The ill lit hall provided shadows more than light, but from the black and white clinging to the boy's face she felt a cross of emotions counter her insides. She didn't know him, but she sensed that she should be punished for that. Why?
He was taller than her in his straightened stance, common as anyone else but at the same time not so much. She tilted her head to the side.
"I found you." Complexities converged into three simple words said by the boy in a humble and straining declaration. His eyes could not blink any faster, the tip of his nose slightly red. "I finally found you, Gwiboon."
She held her head back up as her eyes took the shape of saucers. No one called her by her real name in years, not ever since she left the hospital, a trail of memories falling behind her like bread crumbs as she ran away to the circus. "Do I know you?"
"It's me. It's me, Taemin." The drastic drop of her heart to ground at the sound of his name, of his voice, is painfully exquisite.
Suddenly, she was hell and he was heaven, 2 inches too far.
"Taemin." To say his name again meant more than saying his name before when they first met at the hospital.
They were both young. They were both dying.
She was Kim Gwiboon back then, and he was and forever will be Lee Taemin, the curly haired boy with the cautious stare, too frightened to stare but too curious to look away.
He said she was an angel.
And in her time of treatment, she felt nothing but her chest bursting, her heart learning what it meant to fly each time they collided.
As quickly as they met, Taemin was sent away for his operation, to a better facility because he was getting worse. She feared the possibility of death for him more than she feared it for herself.
He promised he would find her again-- "I don't care how, if it's in this life or the next, I will find you."
He did. He found her. Underneath the layers of destruction set on her, underneath the calloused touches invisibly embracing her skin, between then and now, finally, he found her.
*masterficlist | tumblr | comment here to be added
-- written really quick just now
and kind of out of nowhere.
i don't even know what to say about this.
uhm, i miss taekey? :3