Dream
Title: Dream
Author:decembersummer
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 610
Prompt: "Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow."
-Grey's Anatomy // Now or Never
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Summary:Dancing was his dream.
This is it.
His heart beating wildly.
This is really it.
He closed his eyes and prayed.
You worked so damn hard for this.
Someone held his hands and gave a comforting squeeze.
Thanks minho.
Words and warmth spread across his heart.
He walked onto the dark stage and positioned himself. The single spot light shined on him suddenly, presented to the audience - a tiny and frail figure. In the lime light, a tiny non-visible shiver made it's way across his skin.
The boy made smooth waves and danced freely to the music. It was enchanting and it captured every audiences' mind. Who knows a tiny little boy could dance so gracefully? The performance ended with a thunderous applause and the curtains rolled down.
Behind, the little boy gave a weak smile as his world spun around him, sucking him deep into darkness...
-
He could hear the faint sounds of a heartbeat coming from a machine, like those sounds you'd hear in the hospital. Then he heard some shuffling of a few people's feet. They seems to be in a hurry - he could tell from the sounds. Still, he couldn't really tell what was happening because he felt groggy and reluctant to open his eyes.
"Taemin! Are you awake?!" Someone faintly called, that someone sounding like minho.
Go away minho, let me sleep somemore. However, the bed felt quite stiff when he moved a little, he knew it was definitely not his cosy bed. He slowly opened his eyes, but to shut them again because of the blinding lights. He lifted his eyes lids a little , allow some light to pass through as he got used to it.
"Minnie, how are you feeling?!" Minho sounded a mixture of anxious, worry and concern. "I'm good minho, but where am I?" He questioned at the white surroundings.
-
And for the next few months, he treasured every single moment whenever he was dancing. At times when the throbbing pain in his head made him nauseous, he would stubbornly press to carry on knowing that time was limited.
During those times when he felt too weak to move his muscles, he would play videos of his favourite dancers. He would admire their strength and talent, he would remember every step and move they make. He would deeply engrave every memory of dancing into his memory before his fear starts haunting him.
-
There was an instance he was admitted into the hospital because he fainted from an intensive headache. He was afraid his time was really running out, he wanted to cry but he acted strong. He wanted to be strong and damn, he wanted so badly to be healthy. That night in the hospital he insisted not to go to sleep, he is afraid of tomorrow - the frightening future. How much more grief would tommorrow bring?
Tomorrow, how many more tomorrows?
And during this time, like all victims in a story, his hero would be there holding his hand. Walking with him till the end.
-
He once had a dream - to be a world class dancer.
It would have sounded unrealistic now compared to back then when there was still hope in being one.
Sometimes, he would talk to the people in the hospital telling them to always strive towards their dream, to make that effort towards their goal, to enjoy every of moment, for they would never know what could happen next. He told his story to both the sick and the recovering. He told them lee tae min's story - a 18 year old dancer, fainting after a performance to find himself suffering from brain cancer.
A/N: I thought the prompt was really interesting so I wrote this out. Vote for me kay? (voting only starts on the 16 april. And I'll be updating that jongkey series fic soon.)
Author:decembersummer
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 610
Prompt: "Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow."
-Grey's Anatomy // Now or Never
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Summary:Dancing was his dream.
This is it.
His heart beating wildly.
This is really it.
He closed his eyes and prayed.
You worked so damn hard for this.
Someone held his hands and gave a comforting squeeze.
Thanks minho.
Words and warmth spread across his heart.
He walked onto the dark stage and positioned himself. The single spot light shined on him suddenly, presented to the audience - a tiny and frail figure. In the lime light, a tiny non-visible shiver made it's way across his skin.
The boy made smooth waves and danced freely to the music. It was enchanting and it captured every audiences' mind. Who knows a tiny little boy could dance so gracefully? The performance ended with a thunderous applause and the curtains rolled down.
Behind, the little boy gave a weak smile as his world spun around him, sucking him deep into darkness...
-
He could hear the faint sounds of a heartbeat coming from a machine, like those sounds you'd hear in the hospital. Then he heard some shuffling of a few people's feet. They seems to be in a hurry - he could tell from the sounds. Still, he couldn't really tell what was happening because he felt groggy and reluctant to open his eyes.
"Taemin! Are you awake?!" Someone faintly called, that someone sounding like minho.
Go away minho, let me sleep somemore. However, the bed felt quite stiff when he moved a little, he knew it was definitely not his cosy bed. He slowly opened his eyes, but to shut them again because of the blinding lights. He lifted his eyes lids a little , allow some light to pass through as he got used to it.
"Minnie, how are you feeling?!" Minho sounded a mixture of anxious, worry and concern. "I'm good minho, but where am I?" He questioned at the white surroundings.
-
And for the next few months, he treasured every single moment whenever he was dancing. At times when the throbbing pain in his head made him nauseous, he would stubbornly press to carry on knowing that time was limited.
During those times when he felt too weak to move his muscles, he would play videos of his favourite dancers. He would admire their strength and talent, he would remember every step and move they make. He would deeply engrave every memory of dancing into his memory before his fear starts haunting him.
-
There was an instance he was admitted into the hospital because he fainted from an intensive headache. He was afraid his time was really running out, he wanted to cry but he acted strong. He wanted to be strong and damn, he wanted so badly to be healthy. That night in the hospital he insisted not to go to sleep, he is afraid of tomorrow - the frightening future. How much more grief would tommorrow bring?
Tomorrow, how many more tomorrows?
And during this time, like all victims in a story, his hero would be there holding his hand. Walking with him till the end.
-
He once had a dream - to be a world class dancer.
It would have sounded unrealistic now compared to back then when there was still hope in being one.
Sometimes, he would talk to the people in the hospital telling them to always strive towards their dream, to make that effort towards their goal, to enjoy every of moment, for they would never know what could happen next. He told his story to both the sick and the recovering. He told them lee tae min's story - a 18 year old dancer, fainting after a performance to find himself suffering from brain cancer.
A/N: I thought the prompt was really interesting so I wrote this out. Vote for me kay? (voting only starts on the 16 april. And I'll be updating that jongkey series fic soon.)