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g - jaemin
summary: i don't even know. something random, just typing, inspired by "bolero". my first ever dbsk fic posted. :D
"where are you?"
a hand in the darkness, a whisper of a voice. a hand reaching out- falling back- reaching out-
hesitating.
"i'm right here."
confidence and laughter and warmth (everything you've always longed for) and love.
love love love-
"i can't find you."
"because you're not really looking, are you?"
you're always a step behind. you try your hardest to be as bright as he is, but sometimes you just don't make it. sometimes the stars are just a little too out of reach and you're straining, reaching out, pulling your bones apart and just when you're ready to fall back to earth-
-he grabs you and lifts you up and burns you with the light he doesn't even seem to realize he has.
"please, just-"
a light.
he smiles at you, standing beside the doorway, hand on the light switch he's just turned on. "don't be such a baby, hyung. the room wasn't that dark."
how do you tell him that without him, everything is black?
you can't, because the words are much too (sappy corny words out of paperback romance novels on gift store shelves) so instead you reach for him, again, press yourself close.
he laughs but its okay-
-he takes your hand and you walk out together.
g - jaemin
summary: i don't even know. something random, just typing, inspired by "bolero". my first ever dbsk fic posted. :D
"where are you?"
a hand in the darkness, a whisper of a voice. a hand reaching out- falling back- reaching out-
hesitating.
"i'm right here."
confidence and laughter and warmth (everything you've always longed for) and love.
love love love-
"i can't find you."
"because you're not really looking, are you?"
you're always a step behind. you try your hardest to be as bright as he is, but sometimes you just don't make it. sometimes the stars are just a little too out of reach and you're straining, reaching out, pulling your bones apart and just when you're ready to fall back to earth-
-he grabs you and lifts you up and burns you with the light he doesn't even seem to realize he has.
"please, just-"
a light.
he smiles at you, standing beside the doorway, hand on the light switch he's just turned on. "don't be such a baby, hyung. the room wasn't that dark."
how do you tell him that without him, everything is black?
you can't, because the words are much too (sappy corny words out of paperback romance novels on gift store shelves) so instead you reach for him, again, press yourself close.
he laughs but its okay-
-he takes your hand and you walk out together.