Tomorrow's memories
Title: Tomorrow’s memories
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, angst
Pairing: 2min
Wordcount: 2667
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summary: Kizuna means ‘bond’ in Japanese. Memories of their kizuna for a couple that is unable to move forward together any longer- one loves the other too much; the other can only regret what is lost to him. For challenge 010@ shawol_haven.
A/N: Angst; since I’ve been recently slightly depressed D: I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. Also, this is weird. I feel as if I’m writing a jpop fic instead! Warning for gratuitous use of Japanese lyrics. The order of this fic is also sort of strange and not my usual style (god, I have no idea what I’m doing T.T).
どうして君の手をつかみ奪えなかったんだろう
どんなに時が流れても
君はずっと僕の横にいるはずだった
(Why didn’t I hold on to your hand?
No matter how much time has passed
You should’ve always been by my side)
“Fuck off Minho. I’m never ever letting you near Taemin again.”
Key’s eyes were harsh; anger mixed with grief, something that Minho had never quite witnessed before.
Minho wanted to snap back- ‘but I want to see him, damn it, I need to see him’- but Jonghyun had just sighed and squeezed Key’s bicep before looking at Minho firmly and leading him away forcefully. Jonghyun may have been a good lot shorter than him but the older was strong as he shoved him into the wall authoritatively.
“Don’t give Kibum anymore grief. He can’t take it.”
Jonghyun’s eyes were weary; there was no doubt he stayed up worrying with Key. Minho leaned back deeply into the wall and breathed in the clean, sterile smell of antiseptic. He closed his eyes and clenched his right hand before he slammed it hard into the wall behind him.
It didn’t hurt; not as much as his heart did anyway.
Somedayいつか会える 運命のsomeone you love(Someday, someday you’re fated to meet someone you love)
He was beautiful from the first day he met him as a trainee. The boy was older than he was; taller and bigger, but so undeniably gorgeous. His beauty was the thing that struck Taemin the first day they met. Cheesy as it was; he actually really did feel the world stop spinning on its axis and as if something sucked all the sound out as his eyes lingered on the figure that walked into the room. Something told him that this person would someday be his raison d’être but also his downfall. It would have been logical to walk away but to Lee Taemin, it was like a train wreck he couldn’t avoid.
Minho had always known Taemin had feelings for him. The small smiles and surreptitious sideway glances and feathery touches and lingering hugs confused him. At first he thought it was just normal skinship and reacted to them with grins but later when he realized they were genuine, he’d pushed him away; afraid. He had no idea how to face the emotions that were bubbling in him.
He wanted to love him back; but he couldn’t.
He ignored the crestfallen younger, pretended that he couldn’t care less about how he felt, acted as if he didn’t feel the same way. Key’s ever protective streak surfaced; evident in the hostile way he acted towards him.
He had heard them whispering in hushed tones in the kitchen one very early morning.
“He’s not worthy of you, Taeminnie. Forget him; you’re going to hurt yourself even more in the long run.”
“Hyung. I’m just happy being by his side. Nothing matters more.”
Minho could imagine Taemin’s bittersweet smile as he said that. He simply closed his eyes and wrapped himself in his blankets tighter. He was a coward and he knew it. There was nothing in his way but everything was holding him back.
Yet, nothing could have stopped him from wrapping the maknae in his arms when he returned post-recovery from the swine flu. Minho had been worried sick; despite the stoic exterior he showed on music shows- the members getting the dreaded flu took a toll on him. Taemin being diagnosed with it had him going crazy. He knew then the younger meant something to him, whether he liked it or not.
Onew had worriedly looked at Key who had a disapproving expression. Taemin himself had been surprised by the display of emotion but said nothing, preferring to relish in whatever he could get. Despite the thawing of their previously frozen relationship, they’d remained in limbo that way after the hug.
It was Taemin who confessed first.
Right before Lucifer promotions Minho had injured his ankle on Dream Team. When he was finally discharged from hospital and taken back to the apartment by the frazzled manager; the first thing that met him was an armful of sobbing maknae. He patted his back gently.
“He thought you were badly injured.” Key had said pointedly before shooing the rest out.
Taemin chewed at his lower lip and Minho knew what Taemin wanted to say. His heart hammered in his chest but he realized that he didn’t mind it one bit.
“Hyung, do you believe in destiny?”
Minho had been tired and amused at his words as he shook his head- no, he’d never been a believer of destiny. Taemin pouted but turned serious in a heartbeat.
“I do. I believe I was destined to fall in love with you.”
His words were crystal clear and completely sincere.
Minho would never have doubted those words. He smiled and got up, hobbled to his room (after pointedly staring at the three older members who were eavesdropping at the door) and pulled out a small white box with a grey satin ribbon which he presented to the maknae who trailed behind him.
Taemin’s eyes were a bit misty when he realized what they were- a pair of plain silver rings, the smaller of which fit on his finger perfectly.
tell me whyどうして 僕たちはこんなに愛を求めるのかな？(Tell me why… why do we long for love like this?)
It was bound to happen since they’d been treading on thin ice. A packed schedule meant little time for each other, they were still in the midst of fourth album promotions- being hot property on every single show meant insane hours. Minho knew Taemin was insecure-the maknae always had been when it came to how the older felt for him; Minho had never really been expressive about how he felt- but he was too exhausted to bother. They quarreled over the smallest things and cold wars occurred back to back within days of each other. Taemin was too clingy, Minho cared too little.
If Taemin was a passionate raging inferno, Minho (despite or maybe, true to his nickname) was more of a steady but flickering candle flame.
The last straw had been when the pictures of him with a female trainee (incidentally, an acquaintance from a long time ago) ended up on every tabloid and all over the internet. The photographs and accompanying articles were incriminating in the worse way possible there was no use trying to explain.
When he finally returned to the apartment- Jinki had looked calm but the occasional glimpse of disappointment fleeted across his visage, Kibum had simply curled his lip in disgust at Minho as he and Jonghyun were on the either side of a pokerfaced Taemin coaxing him into speaking.
He simply looked as if someone had slapped him soundly across the face as he slowly stood up and looked at the older man.
“I’m sick of being the one who’s desperately in love all the time.”
Taemin had ripped the ring off his finger and hurled it out their dorm window.
“I don’t want this if it means nothing to you.”
Taemin had paused right before the door as if wishing; hoping that Minho would stop him. His heart had told him to go after him, but his pride refused.
“Sometimes, I wish I’d never met you.”
The last expression Minho saw of Taemin before he stormed out of the dorm was one of pain, of rage and of disappointment.
あの時のあの場所 消えないこの絆(That time, that place, it will never disappear - this bond)
There were many things that his career as an idol had given to Choi Minho. Apart from the usual ‘fame, glory and riches’, it had also brought to him brothers and sisters; family to replace the one which he could not see often. Whether hyungs, noonas, dongsaengs or shawols; all these helped him gain strength through the pain and less glamorous parts of being an idol.
Yet the most important thing that being at SM and being an idol was that he got to meet Lee Taemin. He’d never really realized it but Taemin was possibly the best thing in his life. Maybe because the younger had always been there (like oxygen); he’d taken him for granted as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Why was it that one realized what one cherished the most only when one lost it?
It was three days after the fight had happened- they had separate schedules and both had moved back to their homes temporarily-when the accident happened.
Minho was on Sebakwi alone after some changes were made to the scheduling. From the corner of his eye he’d noticed his manager answering a call and his face becoming ashen immediately after. He had an uncomfortable sinking feeling that gnawed at him but nothing could prepare him for what his manager said right after filming.
“Taemin-sshi… was involved in a very serious filming accident at the drama site about five hours ago. He’s currently in intensive care unit at SNUH.”
傷つき壊れた昨日が 過ちだったとしても
手遅れではないから 何度も初めからやり直してゆけばいい
(Even if the hurtful, broken yesterday was my fault
It is not too late, no matter how many times I have to start over from the beginning)
He had remained at the hospital after Key had chased him away. After he had begged the details out of a tight-lipped Jonghyun who eventually softened his stance, he had slumped into a hard plastic seat.
“… and even the last thought he had before his lost consciousness was of you. According to Jihyun-noona, he was clutching at this, which he had on a necklace, the whole way.”
Jonghyun had lost his temper, pulling at Minho’s hand to indicate the silver ring on his finger.
He buried his face in his hands and got up. He had to see him.
Minho could see the leader wrapping Key in his arms as the younger sobbed.
“At… at least he’s alive, Kibum-ah.”
There really was nothing Jinki could say.
Kibum made a strangled sound and pushed himself away from Jinki.
“That’s not called alive, hyung.” He pointed in the direction of where Taemin lay and cried harder. Jinki sighed and just pulled him back into his arms.
Minho walked closer and Jinki shook his head furiously when the older spotted him. Key turned around when he felt the older man move and his bloodshot eyes shot him an icy gaze.
And he deserved every bit of this hostility. He reasoned it out; he wouldn’t even forgive himself.
He dropped to his knees in front of the two; the proclaimed ‘umma and appa’ of the group; of Taemin.
“Hyung. Please.”
Kibum looked away, his hand trembling at his side.
Minho thought he misheard the thin whisper that was the leader’s voice.
“Go.”
His head snapped up to confirm. Kibum still refused to look but he gave a single nod.
He dashed into the room and finally understood why Kibum had said those words.
Taemin wasn’t alive. Not really, anyway.
His porcelain skin was marred with still-healing cuts from how the window pane had shattered; his slender arms had a multitude of tubes going through it. He was deathly white and fragile and lifeless- like a doll; a pale, colorless imitation of his actual self.
He wanted to scream and shake him awake.
Instead, he took the ring at the bedside table and slipped it on back to Taemin’s finger where it belonged and just held his hand tightly.
(ひとりじゃない; you’re not alone.)
“I’m sorry; we’ve done everything we could.” The doctor’s voice sounded strangely cold and detached. Minho pulled at the man’s arm and practically kneeled as he pleaded.
“N-no. This can’t be… doctor, there must be some way.”
Save him.
He could hear Jonghyun sobbing hysterically behind him. He didn’t have to turn to see Key and Jinki’s completely shattered expressions.
The doctor just pulled him up and patted his shoulder- ‘I’m sorry for your loss’- as he and the nurse left the room.
Minho looked at his closed eyes; there was no way he… was gone. He looked so peaceful, like he was in deep slumber. Yet, the machine he was hooked up on indicated an unerring straight line.
No.
He felt a wave of fury and indescribable agony tear through him as he kneeled next to the lifeless body.
Why? Why did it have to end like that?
Minho felt himself being jolted awake. Panting madly; he sat up to realize his entire t-shirt was soaked in his own tears. He sprinted over to the next room and pressed his face against the glass. His breathing calmed only when he saw the line move.
(“I love you.” He whispered repeatedly, his breath fogging up the glass slightly.)
His phone buzzed silently but urgently. Minho leaned over to cancel the call but flew up with a start when he saw the display screen.
Him.
Heart pounding madly; he immediately rushed outside of the green room- completely ignoring the PD altogether- to answer.
“Tae…”
“This is Key.” Kibum’s unwilling voice sounded over the phone. The mad pounding in his chest paused only for a millisecond before continuing its erratic beat.
“Did something happen to him… Is he…” He hated the way he sounded and, he realized, he was crying. His cheeks were wet and his vision blurred.
“Taemin is awake.”
The journey to the hospital was a blur. Minho only remembers that he practically yelled at his manager to get him to the hospital as fast as possible- fuck the show-and sitting in the company car completely antsy.
He had completely disregarded his manager and tore through the hospital building towards Taemin’s room only to be held back by Jinki.
“Minho-ah, wait…”
He looked into the room where the blinds were only half drawn.Taemin was sitting up.
“I want to talk to him! Hyung, let go of me. I’ve got so much to tell him… I…”
Jonghyun shook his head and exhaled softly, but it could be heard clearly in the tense silence. Key only looked at him with those imperceptible eyes. Onew turned to look at him, unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
“Jinki-hyung. Let him go.”
Minho burst into his room once the older man released his arm.
“Taemin. I…”
Taemin was leaning against the headboard, propped up by pillows and looking outside. In his small hands he was fiddling with his ring. At the sound of Minho’s voice he whipped his head around and smiled. The beautiful, innocent smile which Minho now knew he loved more than anything in the world.
“Taemin.” Minho reached out to touch the side of the younger man’s face but he moved away as if his touch burnt him. Taemin gave him an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
めぐりめぐる時代の途中で
何度 人を好きになれるのだろう?
深く深く支え合えたなら
君のために何ができるのだろう?
As the eras turn and turn
I wonder how many times I will
be able to fall in love?
If we deeply, deeply support each other
I wonder what I can do for you?
Sorry. I’m so fucking melodramatic idefk D:
Fyi/Note- Songs in order of appearance:
1) Doushite kimi wo suki ni natte shimattandarou by DBSK/Tohoshinki
2) Precious One by KAT-TUN
3) Kizuna by Kamenashi Kazuya(of KAT-TUN)
4) Ashita no Kioku by Arashi- of which title of fic is a literal translation of as well.
Go listen! Pretty songs are pretty; plus see if you can spot the lyrics. I didn’t translate them myself; got them from various places but they are accurate, to my knowledge. Also, remember to please help_japan ! my thread here(pimps shamelessly), more info here. tyfyt.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, angst
Pairing: 2min
Wordcount: 2667
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summary: Kizuna means ‘bond’ in Japanese. Memories of their kizuna for a couple that is unable to move forward together any longer- one loves the other too much; the other can only regret what is lost to him. For challenge 010@ shawol_haven.
A/N: Angst; since I’ve been recently slightly depressed D: I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. Also, this is weird. I feel as if I’m writing a jpop fic instead! Warning for gratuitous use of Japanese lyrics. The order of this fic is also sort of strange and not my usual style (god, I have no idea what I’m doing T.T).
どうして君の手をつかみ奪えなかったんだろう
どんなに時が流れても
君はずっと僕の横にいるはずだった
(Why didn’t I hold on to your hand?
No matter how much time has passed
You should’ve always been by my side)
“Fuck off Minho. I’m never ever letting you near Taemin again.”
Key’s eyes were harsh; anger mixed with grief, something that Minho had never quite witnessed before.
Minho wanted to snap back- ‘but I want to see him, damn it, I need to see him’- but Jonghyun had just sighed and squeezed Key’s bicep before looking at Minho firmly and leading him away forcefully. Jonghyun may have been a good lot shorter than him but the older was strong as he shoved him into the wall authoritatively.
“Don’t give Kibum anymore grief. He can’t take it.”
Jonghyun’s eyes were weary; there was no doubt he stayed up worrying with Key. Minho leaned back deeply into the wall and breathed in the clean, sterile smell of antiseptic. He closed his eyes and clenched his right hand before he slammed it hard into the wall behind him.
It didn’t hurt; not as much as his heart did anyway.
Somedayいつか会える 運命のsomeone you love(Someday, someday you’re fated to meet someone you love)
He was beautiful from the first day he met him as a trainee. The boy was older than he was; taller and bigger, but so undeniably gorgeous. His beauty was the thing that struck Taemin the first day they met. Cheesy as it was; he actually really did feel the world stop spinning on its axis and as if something sucked all the sound out as his eyes lingered on the figure that walked into the room. Something told him that this person would someday be his raison d’être but also his downfall. It would have been logical to walk away but to Lee Taemin, it was like a train wreck he couldn’t avoid.
Minho had always known Taemin had feelings for him. The small smiles and surreptitious sideway glances and feathery touches and lingering hugs confused him. At first he thought it was just normal skinship and reacted to them with grins but later when he realized they were genuine, he’d pushed him away; afraid. He had no idea how to face the emotions that were bubbling in him.
He wanted to love him back; but he couldn’t.
He ignored the crestfallen younger, pretended that he couldn’t care less about how he felt, acted as if he didn’t feel the same way. Key’s ever protective streak surfaced; evident in the hostile way he acted towards him.
He had heard them whispering in hushed tones in the kitchen one very early morning.
“He’s not worthy of you, Taeminnie. Forget him; you’re going to hurt yourself even more in the long run.”
“Hyung. I’m just happy being by his side. Nothing matters more.”
Minho could imagine Taemin’s bittersweet smile as he said that. He simply closed his eyes and wrapped himself in his blankets tighter. He was a coward and he knew it. There was nothing in his way but everything was holding him back.
Yet, nothing could have stopped him from wrapping the maknae in his arms when he returned post-recovery from the swine flu. Minho had been worried sick; despite the stoic exterior he showed on music shows- the members getting the dreaded flu took a toll on him. Taemin being diagnosed with it had him going crazy. He knew then the younger meant something to him, whether he liked it or not.
Onew had worriedly looked at Key who had a disapproving expression. Taemin himself had been surprised by the display of emotion but said nothing, preferring to relish in whatever he could get. Despite the thawing of their previously frozen relationship, they’d remained in limbo that way after the hug.
It was Taemin who confessed first.
Right before Lucifer promotions Minho had injured his ankle on Dream Team. When he was finally discharged from hospital and taken back to the apartment by the frazzled manager; the first thing that met him was an armful of sobbing maknae. He patted his back gently.
“He thought you were badly injured.” Key had said pointedly before shooing the rest out.
Taemin chewed at his lower lip and Minho knew what Taemin wanted to say. His heart hammered in his chest but he realized that he didn’t mind it one bit.
“Hyung, do you believe in destiny?”
Minho had been tired and amused at his words as he shook his head- no, he’d never been a believer of destiny. Taemin pouted but turned serious in a heartbeat.
“I do. I believe I was destined to fall in love with you.”
His words were crystal clear and completely sincere.
Minho would never have doubted those words. He smiled and got up, hobbled to his room (after pointedly staring at the three older members who were eavesdropping at the door) and pulled out a small white box with a grey satin ribbon which he presented to the maknae who trailed behind him.
Taemin’s eyes were a bit misty when he realized what they were- a pair of plain silver rings, the smaller of which fit on his finger perfectly.
tell me whyどうして 僕たちはこんなに愛を求めるのかな？(Tell me why… why do we long for love like this?)
It was bound to happen since they’d been treading on thin ice. A packed schedule meant little time for each other, they were still in the midst of fourth album promotions- being hot property on every single show meant insane hours. Minho knew Taemin was insecure-the maknae always had been when it came to how the older felt for him; Minho had never really been expressive about how he felt- but he was too exhausted to bother. They quarreled over the smallest things and cold wars occurred back to back within days of each other. Taemin was too clingy, Minho cared too little.
If Taemin was a passionate raging inferno, Minho (despite or maybe, true to his nickname) was more of a steady but flickering candle flame.
The last straw had been when the pictures of him with a female trainee (incidentally, an acquaintance from a long time ago) ended up on every tabloid and all over the internet. The photographs and accompanying articles were incriminating in the worse way possible there was no use trying to explain.
When he finally returned to the apartment- Jinki had looked calm but the occasional glimpse of disappointment fleeted across his visage, Kibum had simply curled his lip in disgust at Minho as he and Jonghyun were on the either side of a pokerfaced Taemin coaxing him into speaking.
He simply looked as if someone had slapped him soundly across the face as he slowly stood up and looked at the older man.
“I’m sick of being the one who’s desperately in love all the time.”
Taemin had ripped the ring off his finger and hurled it out their dorm window.
“I don’t want this if it means nothing to you.”
Taemin had paused right before the door as if wishing; hoping that Minho would stop him. His heart had told him to go after him, but his pride refused.
“Sometimes, I wish I’d never met you.”
The last expression Minho saw of Taemin before he stormed out of the dorm was one of pain, of rage and of disappointment.
あの時のあの場所 消えないこの絆(That time, that place, it will never disappear - this bond)
There were many things that his career as an idol had given to Choi Minho. Apart from the usual ‘fame, glory and riches’, it had also brought to him brothers and sisters; family to replace the one which he could not see often. Whether hyungs, noonas, dongsaengs or shawols; all these helped him gain strength through the pain and less glamorous parts of being an idol.
Yet the most important thing that being at SM and being an idol was that he got to meet Lee Taemin. He’d never really realized it but Taemin was possibly the best thing in his life. Maybe because the younger had always been there (like oxygen); he’d taken him for granted as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Why was it that one realized what one cherished the most only when one lost it?
It was three days after the fight had happened- they had separate schedules and both had moved back to their homes temporarily-when the accident happened.
Minho was on Sebakwi alone after some changes were made to the scheduling. From the corner of his eye he’d noticed his manager answering a call and his face becoming ashen immediately after. He had an uncomfortable sinking feeling that gnawed at him but nothing could prepare him for what his manager said right after filming.
“Taemin-sshi… was involved in a very serious filming accident at the drama site about five hours ago. He’s currently in intensive care unit at SNUH.”
傷つき壊れた昨日が 過ちだったとしても
手遅れではないから 何度も初めからやり直してゆけばいい
(Even if the hurtful, broken yesterday was my fault
It is not too late, no matter how many times I have to start over from the beginning)
He had remained at the hospital after Key had chased him away. After he had begged the details out of a tight-lipped Jonghyun who eventually softened his stance, he had slumped into a hard plastic seat.
“… and even the last thought he had before his lost consciousness was of you. According to Jihyun-noona, he was clutching at this, which he had on a necklace, the whole way.”
Jonghyun had lost his temper, pulling at Minho’s hand to indicate the silver ring on his finger.
He buried his face in his hands and got up. He had to see him.
Minho could see the leader wrapping Key in his arms as the younger sobbed.
“At… at least he’s alive, Kibum-ah.”
There really was nothing Jinki could say.
Kibum made a strangled sound and pushed himself away from Jinki.
“That’s not called alive, hyung.” He pointed in the direction of where Taemin lay and cried harder. Jinki sighed and just pulled him back into his arms.
Minho walked closer and Jinki shook his head furiously when the older spotted him. Key turned around when he felt the older man move and his bloodshot eyes shot him an icy gaze.
And he deserved every bit of this hostility. He reasoned it out; he wouldn’t even forgive himself.
He dropped to his knees in front of the two; the proclaimed ‘umma and appa’ of the group; of Taemin.
“Hyung. Please.”
Kibum looked away, his hand trembling at his side.
Minho thought he misheard the thin whisper that was the leader’s voice.
“Go.”
His head snapped up to confirm. Kibum still refused to look but he gave a single nod.
He dashed into the room and finally understood why Kibum had said those words.
Taemin wasn’t alive. Not really, anyway.
His porcelain skin was marred with still-healing cuts from how the window pane had shattered; his slender arms had a multitude of tubes going through it. He was deathly white and fragile and lifeless- like a doll; a pale, colorless imitation of his actual self.
He wanted to scream and shake him awake.
Instead, he took the ring at the bedside table and slipped it on back to Taemin’s finger where it belonged and just held his hand tightly.
(ひとりじゃない; you’re not alone.)
“I’m sorry; we’ve done everything we could.” The doctor’s voice sounded strangely cold and detached. Minho pulled at the man’s arm and practically kneeled as he pleaded.
“N-no. This can’t be… doctor, there must be some way.”
Save him.
He could hear Jonghyun sobbing hysterically behind him. He didn’t have to turn to see Key and Jinki’s completely shattered expressions.
The doctor just pulled him up and patted his shoulder- ‘I’m sorry for your loss’- as he and the nurse left the room.
Minho looked at his closed eyes; there was no way he… was gone. He looked so peaceful, like he was in deep slumber. Yet, the machine he was hooked up on indicated an unerring straight line.
No.
He felt a wave of fury and indescribable agony tear through him as he kneeled next to the lifeless body.
Why? Why did it have to end like that?
Minho felt himself being jolted awake. Panting madly; he sat up to realize his entire t-shirt was soaked in his own tears. He sprinted over to the next room and pressed his face against the glass. His breathing calmed only when he saw the line move.
(“I love you.” He whispered repeatedly, his breath fogging up the glass slightly.)
His phone buzzed silently but urgently. Minho leaned over to cancel the call but flew up with a start when he saw the display screen.
Him.
Heart pounding madly; he immediately rushed outside of the green room- completely ignoring the PD altogether- to answer.
“Tae…”
“This is Key.” Kibum’s unwilling voice sounded over the phone. The mad pounding in his chest paused only for a millisecond before continuing its erratic beat.
“Did something happen to him… Is he…” He hated the way he sounded and, he realized, he was crying. His cheeks were wet and his vision blurred.
“Taemin is awake.”
The journey to the hospital was a blur. Minho only remembers that he practically yelled at his manager to get him to the hospital as fast as possible- fuck the show-and sitting in the company car completely antsy.
He had completely disregarded his manager and tore through the hospital building towards Taemin’s room only to be held back by Jinki.
“Minho-ah, wait…”
He looked into the room where the blinds were only half drawn.Taemin was sitting up.
“I want to talk to him! Hyung, let go of me. I’ve got so much to tell him… I…”
Jonghyun shook his head and exhaled softly, but it could be heard clearly in the tense silence. Key only looked at him with those imperceptible eyes. Onew turned to look at him, unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
“Jinki-hyung. Let him go.”
Minho burst into his room once the older man released his arm.
“Taemin. I…”
Taemin was leaning against the headboard, propped up by pillows and looking outside. In his small hands he was fiddling with his ring. At the sound of Minho’s voice he whipped his head around and smiled. The beautiful, innocent smile which Minho now knew he loved more than anything in the world.
“Taemin.” Minho reached out to touch the side of the younger man’s face but he moved away as if his touch burnt him. Taemin gave him an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
めぐりめぐる時代の途中で
何度 人を好きになれるのだろう?
深く深く支え合えたなら
君のために何ができるのだろう?
As the eras turn and turn
I wonder how many times I will
be able to fall in love?
If we deeply, deeply support each other
I wonder what I can do for you?
Sorry. I’m so fucking melodramatic idefk D:
Fyi/Note- Songs in order of appearance:
1) Doushite kimi wo suki ni natte shimattandarou by DBSK/Tohoshinki
2) Precious One by KAT-TUN
3) Kizuna by Kamenashi Kazuya(of KAT-TUN)
4) Ashita no Kioku by Arashi- of which title of fic is a literal translation of as well.
Go listen! Pretty songs are pretty; plus see if you can spot the lyrics. I didn’t translate them myself; got them from various places but they are accurate, to my knowledge. Also, remember to please help_japan ! my thread here(pimps shamelessly), more info here. tyfyt.