All my dreams
Title: All my Dreams
Pairing: Kibum/Jinki (onkey)
Genre: romance
length: Drabble
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: He hides, he hides himself from others; never opens up the real Jinki, and not the onew everyone adores.
A/N: I prefer to call them by their real names if you don't mind.
Jinki has trouble sleeping. It doesn't take him long for him to come to kibum's room at night and despite
being the leader, and the eldest, Jinki can't help but to drown him in his sorrows, because no. Being the
leader and holding all the responsibilities for all four boys is never relieving. Its more than exhausting.
It makes him sad and angry, even desperate that no one seems to understand what it's like.
He hides, he hides himself from others; never opens up the real Jinki; the 'onew' everyone adores.
Thats not him.
Kibum is the only one that sees the fake smiles and forced laughs; he notices the way Jinki's shoulder's tense when he's
too close, and he thinks that maybe he has a chance, just a chance to make things right again.
He knows its never been like this.
Kibum doesn't know how to fix things, thats Jinki's job, and all he ever does is just stand by his side and be his support when things
don't go right.
But he's smart enough to know he can't do that now.
The nighmares never end, and all that he can ever do is hold him. Hold him close until his sobs die down and his shakes come to an end.
As he tightens his hold on his waist, he comes to a terrifying truth.
He loves him.
Its always been more than friendship, even though he damns himself from truly loving him, maybe it'll be better this way.
Loving him is easier than trying to hate him. It hurts less.
He doesn't care if he's a poor, pathetic excuse for dirty rag used to absorb pain and tears.
Does he care?
No.