I Need Him / G
I Need Him
01: Wind // Taekyeon / Taekyeon & Taekyeon / Jaebum // G
A/N: Told in Taekyeon’s point of view. This is written sorta like how someone would think to themselves.
Staying in New York City. Bright lights, cars honking, dogs barking. The people here are different. I grew up on the east coast of America but staying in Korea for so long changes the way some people think. I’m wired differently now; kinder, more reserved, respectful. Coming back is different. Strangely different.
After Jay left, I felt like coming to America would be a way to be with him, without actually being with him. There’s no where I go where I can be fully alone and quiet. It’s quiet in the apartment now; but there are still noises coming from outside. All I want is some true peace and quiet.
Heading out, it’s too stuffy in the apartment alone. People talking, people pushing, I want to get away. A convenient store is on the corner. It’s no quieter in here. Buy a drink and head out. There’s a young couple talking in front of me. “Let’s go to the park. There’s got to be a wide open space to do our project.” A park? Why didn’t I think of that?
The subway ride towards Central Park is loud, crowded, and annoying. Getting off, pushing people, hurrying to my destination. The park is crowded on the sidewalks. I hope it’s not this bad throughout. People skating, walking dogs, riding bikes. Busy, busy, busy. Walking around, things seem quieter. I turn to my right and there’s a huge field. There’s some children running around, some dogs, but there’s an area that seems nice. No one is there. Everyone seems to be avoiding this space. I head for it.
I can hear the people talking and yelling around me. Tuning them out was easier than I thought. Standing in the open space, looking around, everyone wants to go somewhere, do something; I just want to sit here in the quiet. Shrugging the jacket off my shoulders, I place it on the ground for me to have a place to rest my head.
Closing my eyes, everything drowns out, everything besides the wind. The wind blowing against my face, pushing my shirt in different directions, pulling away my frustration and irritation. I listen to the wind, it’s soft at times, but can get aggressive. Small, but a major presence is known. Sweet blowing against my skin, and at times, sharp whips.
The wind reminded me of Jaebum. He himself could so soft and reserved, but when needed, he didn’t mind being loud, taking control, being a leader. He knows how to be soft and sweet, like when sweet talking a girl, calling a family member, or trying to get Wooyoung to bed. He was always so aggressive in the practice room, backstage, and around the house. He always wanted everything to be done and done right. I miss that aggressiveness that kept us all going.
Jay is such a small person, physically. Only standing at about five foot six inches, most people towered over him, but his image, his presence, he personality could be seen from anywhere he was. Always making people laugh, always being known, always giving everyone attention, but still getting attention. His personality always made my day.
Jay’s sweet voice is something that made my heart flutter each and every time I heard it. Singing was something that he probably never thought he would be doing that and loving it so much. He sang everywhere he went, he said it helped him finish his task and it would help everyone around him. But his voice could be something that made people cringe or laugh. When he would yell at us, his voice would crack, or raise an octave. Junho would be the first to laugh, causing us all to laugh, and only making Jay more mad which in turn made his voice so much funnier. I miss his laugh and sweet melodies.
The wind was still blowing. Finally opened my eyes and realized that it was getting dark. I need food, but I need something else more. Subway is ten times worse now, but I don’t mind it now; thoughts of Wild Bunny are running through my head drowning out any other noise.
The apartment is quiet and still. I miss everyone back home. Wooyoung being cuddled up on the couch, Junsu cooking, Chansung eating, Khun studying, and Junho watching TV. But there was someone I missed more.
Packed my bags and headed out to the airport. I wanted an earlier flight than the one I had next week. “Can I trade my ticket in for one that is flying soon? Well, actually I’m flying to Seattle instead, for now. Thank you.” I needed to see Jay. It’s been too long. How long as it been? One month? Two months? I didn’t even know anymore. It’s been way too long. I remember one day he was on my bed, and the next he was gone. From then between now, everything else has been a blur.
“Flight 148 to Seattle now boarding.” Time to go. In a few hours, I’ll be with him. Late or not, I’ll be with him. One hour or one minute, I’ll be with him. I want to be with him. I need to be with him.
Seattle airport is quiet. Everything has been quiet. Get in a cab. Tell him the address. 20 more minutes and I’ll be with him.
His house is coming into view, getting larger and more focused. I see lights on. I hope he’s home. Pay the driver, and grab my bags. Walking to the door, my heart is pounding. Palms are sweaty. Mouth is dry. Deep breath in and I’m knocking on the front door.
Locks are turning; someone is behind the door, letting me in. I see Jay’s face. His shocked face staring at me. “What, what are you doing here?”
“What time is it now?”
“It’s 2PM baby.” Jay cracked a smile and a tear ran down his face.
A/N: I don't know. I wrote this differently than I planned. D: Is it still good?
01: Wind // Taekyeon / Taekyeon & Taekyeon / Jaebum // G
A/N: Told in Taekyeon’s point of view. This is written sorta like how someone would think to themselves.
Staying in New York City. Bright lights, cars honking, dogs barking. The people here are different. I grew up on the east coast of America but staying in Korea for so long changes the way some people think. I’m wired differently now; kinder, more reserved, respectful. Coming back is different. Strangely different.
After Jay left, I felt like coming to America would be a way to be with him, without actually being with him. There’s no where I go where I can be fully alone and quiet. It’s quiet in the apartment now; but there are still noises coming from outside. All I want is some true peace and quiet.
Heading out, it’s too stuffy in the apartment alone. People talking, people pushing, I want to get away. A convenient store is on the corner. It’s no quieter in here. Buy a drink and head out. There’s a young couple talking in front of me. “Let’s go to the park. There’s got to be a wide open space to do our project.” A park? Why didn’t I think of that?
The subway ride towards Central Park is loud, crowded, and annoying. Getting off, pushing people, hurrying to my destination. The park is crowded on the sidewalks. I hope it’s not this bad throughout. People skating, walking dogs, riding bikes. Busy, busy, busy. Walking around, things seem quieter. I turn to my right and there’s a huge field. There’s some children running around, some dogs, but there’s an area that seems nice. No one is there. Everyone seems to be avoiding this space. I head for it.
I can hear the people talking and yelling around me. Tuning them out was easier than I thought. Standing in the open space, looking around, everyone wants to go somewhere, do something; I just want to sit here in the quiet. Shrugging the jacket off my shoulders, I place it on the ground for me to have a place to rest my head.
Closing my eyes, everything drowns out, everything besides the wind. The wind blowing against my face, pushing my shirt in different directions, pulling away my frustration and irritation. I listen to the wind, it’s soft at times, but can get aggressive. Small, but a major presence is known. Sweet blowing against my skin, and at times, sharp whips.
The wind reminded me of Jaebum. He himself could so soft and reserved, but when needed, he didn’t mind being loud, taking control, being a leader. He knows how to be soft and sweet, like when sweet talking a girl, calling a family member, or trying to get Wooyoung to bed. He was always so aggressive in the practice room, backstage, and around the house. He always wanted everything to be done and done right. I miss that aggressiveness that kept us all going.
Jay is such a small person, physically. Only standing at about five foot six inches, most people towered over him, but his image, his presence, he personality could be seen from anywhere he was. Always making people laugh, always being known, always giving everyone attention, but still getting attention. His personality always made my day.
Jay’s sweet voice is something that made my heart flutter each and every time I heard it. Singing was something that he probably never thought he would be doing that and loving it so much. He sang everywhere he went, he said it helped him finish his task and it would help everyone around him. But his voice could be something that made people cringe or laugh. When he would yell at us, his voice would crack, or raise an octave. Junho would be the first to laugh, causing us all to laugh, and only making Jay more mad which in turn made his voice so much funnier. I miss his laugh and sweet melodies.
The wind was still blowing. Finally opened my eyes and realized that it was getting dark. I need food, but I need something else more. Subway is ten times worse now, but I don’t mind it now; thoughts of Wild Bunny are running through my head drowning out any other noise.
The apartment is quiet and still. I miss everyone back home. Wooyoung being cuddled up on the couch, Junsu cooking, Chansung eating, Khun studying, and Junho watching TV. But there was someone I missed more.
Packed my bags and headed out to the airport. I wanted an earlier flight than the one I had next week. “Can I trade my ticket in for one that is flying soon? Well, actually I’m flying to Seattle instead, for now. Thank you.” I needed to see Jay. It’s been too long. How long as it been? One month? Two months? I didn’t even know anymore. It’s been way too long. I remember one day he was on my bed, and the next he was gone. From then between now, everything else has been a blur.
“Flight 148 to Seattle now boarding.” Time to go. In a few hours, I’ll be with him. Late or not, I’ll be with him. One hour or one minute, I’ll be with him. I want to be with him. I need to be with him.
Seattle airport is quiet. Everything has been quiet. Get in a cab. Tell him the address. 20 more minutes and I’ll be with him.
His house is coming into view, getting larger and more focused. I see lights on. I hope he’s home. Pay the driver, and grab my bags. Walking to the door, my heart is pounding. Palms are sweaty. Mouth is dry. Deep breath in and I’m knocking on the front door.
Locks are turning; someone is behind the door, letting me in. I see Jay’s face. His shocked face staring at me. “What, what are you doing here?”
“What time is it now?”
“It’s 2PM baby.” Jay cracked a smile and a tear ran down his face.
A/N: I don't know. I wrote this differently than I planned. D: Is it still good?