UNTITLED
TITLE: Untitled (3/3).
AUTHOR: rustyrabbit
PAIRING: JoonJun
SUMMARY: Why do you save me when I have no clue who you are?
DISCLAIMER: BEAST belongs to Play Cube!
01 | 02
The next few months could be the best days of my life. The late night meet-ups, the long drive on unknown routes, the holding hands under a sky full of stars are just the many few activities we did. We grew really fond of each other though he makes the occasional complaint of feeling suffocated with me around him all the time. You cannot blame me really; he’s my everything, the fragile world I am fighting so hard to keep.
Though his emotion is gradually on the rise, I cannot say the same for him physically. His once fleshy cheeks slowly getting taut making you wonder whether that was his cheekbone, how his radiant skin becomes paler and how small he feels every time you hugged him. I would make the occasional white lie, telling him that I am alright and he would always reply with a hug and said, “Don’t worry babe, I know you’re not…”
He was admitted into the hospital four months later but that did not stop me from visiting him regularly. I feel the sudden need to stay by his side, fearing that my world may come to a stop at any time. He assured me that he is going to be okay and that I should not prioritize him but how could I be selfish? I did not bother arguing but promised to make more time for myself even though we both knew that I was lying.
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I received a sudden call from his mother saying that Doojoon is in a very bad condition and urged me to come as quickly as possible. My heart thumped so hard I wondered if it could burst out of my chest. My body was coated with a thin layer of cold sweat as anxiety filled my chest. I prayed that today is not his last, especially on a special day like this.
Unfortunately, I arrived at his death bed a second too late. I walked into the room full of heavy atmosphere, dragging my feet as if it was being chained to an object. He looks really cheerful even in death as if telling me that he is finally freed from this cursed fate of his. I cupped his face, smiled and left him a kiss on his forehead as I slowly took in the memories of our relationship for the past two years.
I grabbed his hands and placed it onto my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart. Tears that I fought back not to let him see began gushing out my eyes. I tried to stifle my sob but my effort was in vain. It has been a long fight for him yet I seem to stand by doing nothing, convinced that my existence is useless for his survival. I watched in pain as the men in white began to remove the life support system from his body. This is goodbye my love.
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I wondered again if fate really played a constant sick joke on me. After all, it took the life of the one I love on the day I tried to take my own. Perhaps it is one of life’s lessons? It has been so long since Doojoon left but his memories are always embedded in my soul, constantly teaching me how beautiful life truly ended.
A/N: Like I emphasized two days ago, you have been warned for the terrible ending! Sorry but I don't have any mood to edit this because I finished a whole new fic!!! Haha, I really loved it so I hope you guys will be anticipating the new one! Here's a hint if you could figure out! "どうして…君を好きになってしまったんだろう?" Thanks for reading the last chapter of UNTITLED & I hope you enjoyed it!
AUTHOR: rustyrabbit
PAIRING: JoonJun
SUMMARY: Why do you save me when I have no clue who you are?
DISCLAIMER: BEAST belongs to Play Cube!
01 | 02
The next few months could be the best days of my life. The late night meet-ups, the long drive on unknown routes, the holding hands under a sky full of stars are just the many few activities we did. We grew really fond of each other though he makes the occasional complaint of feeling suffocated with me around him all the time. You cannot blame me really; he’s my everything, the fragile world I am fighting so hard to keep.
Though his emotion is gradually on the rise, I cannot say the same for him physically. His once fleshy cheeks slowly getting taut making you wonder whether that was his cheekbone, how his radiant skin becomes paler and how small he feels every time you hugged him. I would make the occasional white lie, telling him that I am alright and he would always reply with a hug and said, “Don’t worry babe, I know you’re not…”
He was admitted into the hospital four months later but that did not stop me from visiting him regularly. I feel the sudden need to stay by his side, fearing that my world may come to a stop at any time. He assured me that he is going to be okay and that I should not prioritize him but how could I be selfish? I did not bother arguing but promised to make more time for myself even though we both knew that I was lying.
-
I received a sudden call from his mother saying that Doojoon is in a very bad condition and urged me to come as quickly as possible. My heart thumped so hard I wondered if it could burst out of my chest. My body was coated with a thin layer of cold sweat as anxiety filled my chest. I prayed that today is not his last, especially on a special day like this.
Unfortunately, I arrived at his death bed a second too late. I walked into the room full of heavy atmosphere, dragging my feet as if it was being chained to an object. He looks really cheerful even in death as if telling me that he is finally freed from this cursed fate of his. I cupped his face, smiled and left him a kiss on his forehead as I slowly took in the memories of our relationship for the past two years.
I grabbed his hands and placed it onto my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart. Tears that I fought back not to let him see began gushing out my eyes. I tried to stifle my sob but my effort was in vain. It has been a long fight for him yet I seem to stand by doing nothing, convinced that my existence is useless for his survival. I watched in pain as the men in white began to remove the life support system from his body. This is goodbye my love.
-
I wondered again if fate really played a constant sick joke on me. After all, it took the life of the one I love on the day I tried to take my own. Perhaps it is one of life’s lessons? It has been so long since Doojoon left but his memories are always embedded in my soul, constantly teaching me how beautiful life truly ended.
A/N: Like I emphasized two days ago, you have been warned for the terrible ending! Sorry but I don't have any mood to edit this because I finished a whole new fic!!! Haha, I really loved it so I hope you guys will be anticipating the new one! Here's a hint if you could figure out! "どうして…君を好きになってしまったんだろう?" Thanks for reading the last chapter of UNTITLED & I hope you enjoyed it!