I'll Be There
I’ll Be There
Taeyang/Bom
au | g | 1145
um, let’s just pretend that Bommie was the girl in the mv, yeah? yeah. I wrote this with lovelight_x in mind, because I love her. consider this a horribly late birthday present, bb. I’m like YG, I can’t keep deadlines D:
She’s always been a fitful sleeper, she blames the dreams for it. She can’t really remember when the dreams (nightmare is a better word) first started. She’s had them as long as she can remember.
She’s walking through a graveyard - the one right by her house, actually - thunder rumbles in the distance and a bird croaks somewhere nearby. A wolf-like dog darts past her, but doesn’t scare her. She’s not really sure why she’s in the graveyard, but she continues to walk forward. The graves are placed haphazardly around and she zigzags her way to the middle. There’s a tall, old tombstone directly in the middle of the graveyard and she wants to see who it belonged too.
But she always wakes up before she can see the name.
~ ~ ~
It starts with whispers in the night.
you are so beautiful beautiful
She’s never sure if she dreams them or not, but the voice - oh lord - the voice sounds like pure heaven to her ears.
wonderful wonderful
She never hears the words while she’s awake, only in the middle of the night when she’s in between slumber and consciousness.
~ ~ ~
She doesn’t scream the first time she sees him.
She was walking down the hall and the window was open. A strong wind has picked up with the approaching storm and the curtains were falling around wildly. And there - in the midst of the curtains - she caught a glimpse of a man’s face gazing intently at her. She blinks and he’s gone.
She doesn’t see him again for some weeks. Not until the next storm rolls in.
She’s laying in her bed, window open as she listens to the wind and rain batter the old house. She glances to the window and sees his outlined shadow against the curtain. The curtains shift with the wind, and she sees his face.
He’s young, early twenty’s maybe, and gorgeous. And it seems almost natural to her that she should see him against her window like this.
Thunder crashes outside, and she’s blinded for a moment by the lightening’s flash. He’s gone.
~ ~ ~
She has different dreams now. She sees the man in the window and she hears his voice (because immediately upon seeing him, she knew the whispers in the night belonged to him).
you are so beautiful beautiful
She still sleeps fitfully, but she welcomes the sleep now. Anything to see the man’s face and hear his voice.
wonderful wonderful
He never leaves his refuge behind the curtains, but sometimes the wind in her dreams blows them out of the way and she can see his face clearly.
~ ~ ~
The tranquility of her dreams are short-lived.
She’s outside her body, she can see it - there, below her. Tossing and turning. But then a movement on the far wall catches her eye, something moved by the window. She watches as a shadow creeps from beneath the window to her bed.
She shouts, she yells, trying to wake herself, but she can’t. She watches helplessly as the shadow stealthily moves closer to her.
The shadow falls across her sleeping body, and suddenly there’s a man to go along with the shadow. She immediately feels at ease, it’s only the man she’s seen in her window. He’s harmless, she thinks, he has the voice of an angel.
She watches as his lips move quickly, mumbling softly as he looks over her.
you are so beautiful beautiful
Her heart flutters, it’s more than a mere whisper now.
wonderful wonderful
And then he violently slams his palm into the pillow beside her head.
and it’s killing me
~ ~ ~
His words reverberate around her head, even in waking hours.
and it’s killing me
She doesn’t want to kill him, she doesn’t want to cause him pain. She doesn’t know who he is, but she doesn’t want any of this.
~ ~ ~
The last storm of the year is always the biggest. She knows this, and opens her window before going to sleep. Listening to the wind and rain always helps her sleep (she’s lying to herself, she wants a glimpse of the man).
She falls asleep as the wind howls and the rain starts to fall.
She’s outside her body once again, she’s had this dream before. She see a movement on the far wall, something moving by the window. She watches as a shadow creeps from beneath the window to her bed.
She doesn’t shouts or yell, because she knows what’s going to happen.
love is dangerous dangerous
Her heart drops.
and it’s killing us
And then he violently slams his palm into the pillow beside her head.
She wakes with a start, his words still ringing in her ears. She sits up as a particularly strong gust blows through the window. She glances down at her lap and sees a black rose.
love is dangerous dangerous
She hears his voice as clearly as she hears the thunder outside. She picks up the black rose with an unsteady hand - it’s real. It’s really there, in her hand. She’s not imagining it.
and it’s killing us
She gets up and walks to the window. The rain has stopped momentarily, but the wind continues to howl and lightening continues to light up the sky. She glances to the graveyard graveyard near her house.
~ ~ ~
She walks through the graveyard, thunder rumbling in the distance and a bird croaking somewhere nearby. A wolf-like dog darts past her, but doesn’t scare her because she’s been here before. She was never sure before, but she knows why she’s here now and she continues to walk forward. The graves are placed haphazardly around and she zigzags her way to the middle. There’s a tall, old tombstone directly in the middle of the graveyard and she knows who it belongs to.
She approaches the massive tombstone slowly. She rests her hand on the cool, wet stone and stands there. A flash of lightening lights up the sky and she can read the name on the tombstone.
Dong Youngbae 1988-2010
She finally had a name to go with the face and the voice. Another fork of lightening, and she catches a glimpse of words beneath his name. She waits for another flash to be able to read it.
Park Bom 1984-2010
She steps back, eyes wide and hand clutching he heart. Her eyes dart away from the tombstone, up to the hill behind the graveyard and she sees him. He makes eye contact with her and extends his hand towards hers.
She hesitatingly raises her hand - and then he collapses away from her view. Her heart stops and her breath catches in her throat. She falls to the ground with her hand still stretched out towards the hill.
The last thing she hears is his voice.
you are so beautiful beautiful, wonderful wonderful - and it’s killing me