# 17. BLIND- Chapter One.
Title: BLIND
Chapter: 1/10
Author: EarnestInBerlin or cock_a_hoop69
Band/Pairing: DBSK
Theme: Sometimes the world is kind when it stops spinning
"Don't be sad, next time I'll wind you up"
Rating: PG-NC-17
Comments: I’ve been reading a lot of horror stuff recently and then seeing’s haru_ran’s work just got me inspired. This story was inspired by the movie, Mirrors. ~ Such a good movie actually even though pretty cliché.
Warnings: As much as I love Joongie, he’ll not be very pretty here.
Summary: 10_encounters: You refuse to acknowledge that it was your sin that killed him.
Une anxiété indéfinie dans une nuit solitaire
C'est triste , quelqu'un vient à moi
Donne-moi ton amour, juste encore une fois
Je t'aime, un souhait indéfini
You’re always known you were the one at fault, yet even at the funeral you stood your ground. And even though you saw the faint traces over his body when you looked inside the casket, you tell you yourself it couldn’t be helped. You never did wrong, and that is the same lie you tell yourself every night before you go to sleep. That is the same lie that keeps the machinations of your tired mind to keep moving forward despite the weight of guilt pushing your body back. Because the fact is, you refuse to acknowledge that is was your sin that killed him.
And like every cliché, your fingers shake as you try to touch his face- but the damned glass kept you from saying sorry. Nobody will ever know about it, what you did to him, no matter what you do or say, this secret will only belong to you and him. Problem was, he takes it with him to the grave, silent and uncaring- like every corpse out there, except his is still that handsome man you have always loved and will always love. You carry this burden like a turtle and his shell, bear with it. Your stigma, for the rest of your life.
☆☆☆
Yoochun eyed Jaejoong carefully through the red wine and glass. He’s always known there was something off. Yet he couldn’t find it, no matter how hard he tries to pierce through those pristine quiet eyes of Kim Jaejoong, there was a never a hint. And that secret was trapped between the tears and the façade, and out of worry Yoochun needs to know. Just in case, because he will never allow Jaejoong to follow the same route as Yunho. Never.
If only he knew.
“How are you, Jae?”
It’s been two weeks since the funeral; Yoochun has never abandoned Jaejoong’s side. Every midnight phone call and hourly cry out session, count on Yoochun to be there. He knows the love affair that exists between Jaejoong and Yunho, their hideaway passion that nobody knows yet the whole world can tell it’s there.
But it’s a secret, so please don’t tell?
And as the silence settles over them like a horrible cover of unseen dusts, Jaejoong rattles. Just like the day at the funeral, his heart crumbles and his shoulders follow. At the funeral, he cried the hardest, because he meant every tear that falls out of his eyes. Guilt and love all mingled together in a horrible concoction that danced like a sweet a tango in his heart. Breaking it and tearing apart.
My fault, Chunnie
“It’s so hard” and he says this with the same tears that was caused by the guilt, his heart pouring out to this friend as he tries to tell him without saying a word how he did it. His cheeks glisten, shinning almost proudly as if in some perverse world, there was a pride in showing off such sadness. But despite such thoughts, Jaejoong’s sadness was genuine and for every time he goes crazy it was because he couldn’t understand and he couldn’t tell anyone and he was going ma-
“I know it’s been hard” Yoochun agreed fully but he didn’t understand fully. He knows his heart was broken but he wasn’t sure how and why. He tells Jaejoong the things he’s been telling Jaejoong for the past two weeks, Yunho was a good man and, “That you love him. We all know that but you have to try to move on”
Once more, Jaejoong breaks into a million pieces. His breath hitches and the tears they just keep falling without stopping.
“I miss him so much”, I am so sorry Yunnie he keeps forgetting to add. Yoochun is sympathetic and he holds out his arms for the man to keep, and Jaejoong falls into the pit once more.
☆☆☆
And a mark in the mirror, the one directly in front of Jaejoong’s line of sight leaves itself. But his face was buried in Yoochun’s shoulder. He didn’t see the soft imprint.
Note: I hope people won’t hate me! I’m sorry for not writing a sequel to my other fic but I’ve decided to leave it as it is. Please don’t hate me too much!!
Chapter: 1/10
Author: EarnestInBerlin or cock_a_hoop69
Band/Pairing: DBSK
Theme: Sometimes the world is kind when it stops spinning
"Don't be sad, next time I'll wind you up"
Rating: PG-NC-17
Comments: I’ve been reading a lot of horror stuff recently and then seeing’s haru_ran’s work just got me inspired. This story was inspired by the movie, Mirrors. ~ Such a good movie actually even though pretty cliché.
Warnings: As much as I love Joongie, he’ll not be very pretty here.
Summary: 10_encounters: You refuse to acknowledge that it was your sin that killed him.
Une anxiété indéfinie dans une nuit solitaire
C'est triste , quelqu'un vient à moi
Donne-moi ton amour, juste encore une fois
Je t'aime, un souhait indéfini
You’re always known you were the one at fault, yet even at the funeral you stood your ground. And even though you saw the faint traces over his body when you looked inside the casket, you tell you yourself it couldn’t be helped. You never did wrong, and that is the same lie you tell yourself every night before you go to sleep. That is the same lie that keeps the machinations of your tired mind to keep moving forward despite the weight of guilt pushing your body back. Because the fact is, you refuse to acknowledge that is was your sin that killed him.
And like every cliché, your fingers shake as you try to touch his face- but the damned glass kept you from saying sorry. Nobody will ever know about it, what you did to him, no matter what you do or say, this secret will only belong to you and him. Problem was, he takes it with him to the grave, silent and uncaring- like every corpse out there, except his is still that handsome man you have always loved and will always love. You carry this burden like a turtle and his shell, bear with it. Your stigma, for the rest of your life.
☆☆☆
Yoochun eyed Jaejoong carefully through the red wine and glass. He’s always known there was something off. Yet he couldn’t find it, no matter how hard he tries to pierce through those pristine quiet eyes of Kim Jaejoong, there was a never a hint. And that secret was trapped between the tears and the façade, and out of worry Yoochun needs to know. Just in case, because he will never allow Jaejoong to follow the same route as Yunho. Never.
If only he knew.
“How are you, Jae?”
It’s been two weeks since the funeral; Yoochun has never abandoned Jaejoong’s side. Every midnight phone call and hourly cry out session, count on Yoochun to be there. He knows the love affair that exists between Jaejoong and Yunho, their hideaway passion that nobody knows yet the whole world can tell it’s there.
But it’s a secret, so please don’t tell?
And as the silence settles over them like a horrible cover of unseen dusts, Jaejoong rattles. Just like the day at the funeral, his heart crumbles and his shoulders follow. At the funeral, he cried the hardest, because he meant every tear that falls out of his eyes. Guilt and love all mingled together in a horrible concoction that danced like a sweet a tango in his heart. Breaking it and tearing apart.
My fault, Chunnie
“It’s so hard” and he says this with the same tears that was caused by the guilt, his heart pouring out to this friend as he tries to tell him without saying a word how he did it. His cheeks glisten, shinning almost proudly as if in some perverse world, there was a pride in showing off such sadness. But despite such thoughts, Jaejoong’s sadness was genuine and for every time he goes crazy it was because he couldn’t understand and he couldn’t tell anyone and he was going ma-
“I know it’s been hard” Yoochun agreed fully but he didn’t understand fully. He knows his heart was broken but he wasn’t sure how and why. He tells Jaejoong the things he’s been telling Jaejoong for the past two weeks, Yunho was a good man and, “That you love him. We all know that but you have to try to move on”
Once more, Jaejoong breaks into a million pieces. His breath hitches and the tears they just keep falling without stopping.
“I miss him so much”, I am so sorry Yunnie he keeps forgetting to add. Yoochun is sympathetic and he holds out his arms for the man to keep, and Jaejoong falls into the pit once more.
☆☆☆
And a mark in the mirror, the one directly in front of Jaejoong’s line of sight leaves itself. But his face was buried in Yoochun’s shoulder. He didn’t see the soft imprint.
Note: I hope people won’t hate me! I’m sorry for not writing a sequel to my other fic but I’ve decided to leave it as it is. Please don’t hate me too much!!