reflections / invisible
15mins each. Unrelated. Grace Fallen.... coming soon. ^^;
.yunho
You know that when he touches you, it’s not you he sees. It’s probably anyone else but you. But you can’t stop him, can’t move away from his touch, because when he touches you, it’s the only time you feel alive.
You watch him when he sleeps, because then you don’t have to look away. You can watch and look and drink him up unabashedly, only shrinking into your self loathing and pity when you curl into your own bed, alone.
You catch his warped image in the glass pane, his reflection captivating you. You reach out at touch the glass, pressing your finger against his cold, translucent cheek and wishing you could dive into the world on the other side, where everything is backwards and where he would love you.
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More then anything, Jaejoong is afraid of being invisible.
He’s afraid of fading into the background, of being unmemorable.
He loves his job, because it forces people to see him. He loves it because it, he, will leave a mark on this world that will last past his final breath and on, as far as fans will take it.
He’s been so desperate to be seen and remembered by anyone, everyone… but now that he’s finally achieved it, he still feels hollow. Still feels afraid.
He’s afraid of fading in memory. And not just from those nameless, faceless people out there that know of Youngwoong Jaejoong, Hero and Dong Bang Shin Ki, Tohoshinki… he’s afraid that he’ll become invisible, irrelevant to the people that actually matter.
He didn’t used to have people that actually mattered, but now he does, and he’d do anything to be seen by them. By him. Because these days, more then anything…
He’s afraid of being unloved.
.yunho
You know that when he touches you, it’s not you he sees. It’s probably anyone else but you. But you can’t stop him, can’t move away from his touch, because when he touches you, it’s the only time you feel alive.
You watch him when he sleeps, because then you don’t have to look away. You can watch and look and drink him up unabashedly, only shrinking into your self loathing and pity when you curl into your own bed, alone.
You catch his warped image in the glass pane, his reflection captivating you. You reach out at touch the glass, pressing your finger against his cold, translucent cheek and wishing you could dive into the world on the other side, where everything is backwards and where he would love you.
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More then anything, Jaejoong is afraid of being invisible.
He’s afraid of fading into the background, of being unmemorable.
He loves his job, because it forces people to see him. He loves it because it, he, will leave a mark on this world that will last past his final breath and on, as far as fans will take it.
He’s been so desperate to be seen and remembered by anyone, everyone… but now that he’s finally achieved it, he still feels hollow. Still feels afraid.
He’s afraid of fading in memory. And not just from those nameless, faceless people out there that know of Youngwoong Jaejoong, Hero and Dong Bang Shin Ki, Tohoshinki… he’s afraid that he’ll become invisible, irrelevant to the people that actually matter.
He didn’t used to have people that actually mattered, but now he does, and he’d do anything to be seen by them. By him. Because these days, more then anything…
He’s afraid of being unloved.