The Present that was given too late
Summary: we get many presents in our lives, for birthdays, for congratulations....but sometimes it's the gifts that aren't given that holds the most meaning.
Pairing: Jaehan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don't own =(
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THE PRESENT THAT WAS GIVEN TOO LATE
The wrapping paper was faded now, the bright gold stars and soft silver clouds drained by the unrelenting glare of the sun. The shiny blue ribbon, once glossy, now hung limp and a pale shadow of itself.
The box sat on the top of the box shelf, squished in between a forgotten Chinese-Korean dictionary and some CDs. It was beautiful once, glorious, just like its intended owner was. He didn’t know how long it has been there, it was a forgotten present. Yet he knew he could recite exactly how many hours it has been sitting there if he tried to remember. But he didn’t try; there was no point in opening old wounds.
Though it was faded, it still somewhat stood out from the rest of the shelf, and indeed the room. His room was clean, tidy, modern. The present was old, covered with a layer of dust. He had always been unwilling to go near or think too much about it. He had tried to throw it away many times. After all what was the point of keeping an old present that he didn’t get around to giving. A present that was given too late.
A year later, he had finally gotten the courage to go and take it down. To clean it and try to put some volume and beauty back into it. In the end, he had given up on the later. The tears had left streaks like claw marks. Not that there was much point to it anyway.
Now he opened it, long fingers digging into crisp paper and tearing, tearing along and slicing the fragile paper brokenly, to reveal its contents. The same long fingers touched the treasure inside, with slightly shaking fingers. They clenched into a tight fist around the gift as its owner struggled to breathe. “Hyung…” A tear slid down fine cheekbones, as he moved forwards slowly. His hand reached out and touched fine marble. The cold surface searing his skin. He stared for a long, long moment and stood abruptly, walking away without turning back. A tremble in his shoulders, as he made his way down the green slope with white rows.
A long fine silver chain hung against the marble. It moved slightly in the breeze, the inscription still as bright and clear as if it was new- Hankyung, my angel. The cross chain draped like a warm embrace across the stone, mixing it with other warm, heartfelt messages forever engraved- dearest friend…loving son…best hyung… Forever remembered… The flowers fade with time, although it seems to always be fresh here at the foot of this stone. But his presence in their hearts and their lives…it lasts forever.
Jaejoong had finally given his gift to an angel.
Pairing: Jaehan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don't own =(
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THE PRESENT THAT WAS GIVEN TOO LATE
The wrapping paper was faded now, the bright gold stars and soft silver clouds drained by the unrelenting glare of the sun. The shiny blue ribbon, once glossy, now hung limp and a pale shadow of itself.
The box sat on the top of the box shelf, squished in between a forgotten Chinese-Korean dictionary and some CDs. It was beautiful once, glorious, just like its intended owner was. He didn’t know how long it has been there, it was a forgotten present. Yet he knew he could recite exactly how many hours it has been sitting there if he tried to remember. But he didn’t try; there was no point in opening old wounds.
Though it was faded, it still somewhat stood out from the rest of the shelf, and indeed the room. His room was clean, tidy, modern. The present was old, covered with a layer of dust. He had always been unwilling to go near or think too much about it. He had tried to throw it away many times. After all what was the point of keeping an old present that he didn’t get around to giving. A present that was given too late.
A year later, he had finally gotten the courage to go and take it down. To clean it and try to put some volume and beauty back into it. In the end, he had given up on the later. The tears had left streaks like claw marks. Not that there was much point to it anyway.
Now he opened it, long fingers digging into crisp paper and tearing, tearing along and slicing the fragile paper brokenly, to reveal its contents. The same long fingers touched the treasure inside, with slightly shaking fingers. They clenched into a tight fist around the gift as its owner struggled to breathe. “Hyung…” A tear slid down fine cheekbones, as he moved forwards slowly. His hand reached out and touched fine marble. The cold surface searing his skin. He stared for a long, long moment and stood abruptly, walking away without turning back. A tremble in his shoulders, as he made his way down the green slope with white rows.
A long fine silver chain hung against the marble. It moved slightly in the breeze, the inscription still as bright and clear as if it was new- Hankyung, my angel. The cross chain draped like a warm embrace across the stone, mixing it with other warm, heartfelt messages forever engraved- dearest friend…loving son…best hyung… Forever remembered… The flowers fade with time, although it seems to always be fresh here at the foot of this stone. But his presence in their hearts and their lives…it lasts forever.
Jaejoong had finally given his gift to an angel.