t-shirt by shontelle (YOOSU ver.)
Title: T-Shirt by Shontelle (Yoosu ver.) - Sequel to TAXI
Author: Jelleus
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst -dab
Length: One shot
Summary: ‘Nothing feels right when I'm not with you…’
A/N: Some random thoughts. I didn’t expect that I could put another end to TAXI a not so happy ending fic though.
To you guys who felt depressed after reading TAXI, hope you’ll give this a try and be re-‘enlightened’ with the whole story of Yoosu. I think this will give them a permanent closure! >.<
A reminder, it’s better to listen to the song while reading this fic!
This story is in Junsu’s POV.
Tryna decide, tryna decide if I
Really wanna go out to night I
I’m not used to going out without you
I’m not sure I remember how to.
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It felt itchy.
To my wonder, my suit felt incredibly itchy.
Looking in front of my mirror, I re-did my tie.
For the nth time this night, I abruptly loosen it again only to tie it back.
With one last glance, I cast a look on my overall attire, somehow it doesn’t feel right.
Like, I feel there’s something wrong with the way I look.
Sighing, I drag my feet towards the door.
At the back of my mind, I really don’t wanna go out.
Sadly, I have to…
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Gonna be late, gonna be late but,
All my girls gonna have to wait cause
I don't know if I like my outfit
I’ve tried everything in my closet.
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Time is ticking,
My phone’s ringing
I looked upon the messed I’ve made.
Fidgeting on the clothes I’m wearing, I stared tiredly on my closet.
Unbuttoning my white long sleeves, I carelessly throw it on top of my bed along with the pile of clothes that remain discarded after I’ve tried it on.
Guess my so-called friends have to wait.
And so I grab another attire and tried it on only to be thrown on top of that messy pile again and again.
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I gotta be strong, I gotta be strong but I'm
Really hurting now that you’re gone, I
Thought maybe I'd do some shopping
But I couldn't get past the door and
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They said it would help me to meet some new friends, to go to other places, to attend parties but fuck!
Are they kidding me?
Are they underestimating my feelings?
I’m hurting… inside…
I’m not some fucking girl that can be cooed by shopping, by some fancy dress on that store, by some glitzy jewelry on my neck!
I tried… I tried so hard to move on, to go on with my life as if nothing happened.
Don’t they know how many times I’ve thought of going out to have some fun, to fly and travel around the world, to meet other people that would make me forget about everything?
If they care, they would have never forced me.
If they really care, they would have never separated me from him.
If they do care, they would have never taken away the only happiness that made me feel truly alive.
Every time I muster all my courage to go out and have a good time, but when I’m already in front of the door, I just felt tired and all the strength that I’ve thought I had was now entirely gone.
How many times have I touched that door knob without ever thinking of him.
His face, his smile, that wide forehead of his that I always showered with kisses just to tease him.
The thought that even if I opened that damn door and that I couldn’t see him anymore makes me think twice, makes me doubt about myself, makes me think that I don’t want to go to any other place without him.
Because now I realized, without him, my life’s worth nothing.
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Now I don’t know, now I don’t know if I,
Ever really gonna let you go,
And I couldn't even leave my apartment
Stripped down torn up about it
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I heard my phone continuously ring, but then I still ignore it.
Feeling exhausted of all the fittings I’ve done, I glanced at my closet.
Well, all the clothes are entirely gone, all thrown out on top of his bed.
Looking at my wall clock it’s already 11 o’clock in the evening.
‘Too late’ I thought.
Maybe attending a party is not really a good choice.
Not when I really don’t want to go in the first place.
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Nothing feels right when I'm not with you,
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's
Taking them off cause I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missing you.
Ima step out this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
And there I lay
With nothing but your t-shirt on (I'm all by myself with)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
With nothing but your t-shirt on (cause I miss you, cause I miss you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on (said I missed you baby)
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Sighing I took off my slacks.
If I couldn’t attend the party, then I’ll just sleep and dream of him tonight. That’s what I thought.
Grabbing a pajama from my drawer, I wear it on and search for my Micky Mouse shirt.
Finding it beneath the heap of clothes on my bed, I snuggled it and took it on.
Though it’s starting to smell due to continues usage, I will not go wash it and let Micky’s scent be gone.
It’s his shirt, the only thing that made me remind of him.
Kind of stole it without him knowing.
As I lie on my bed, curled up like a little baby inside his mother’s womb, I tried to sleep, tried to escape from this world.
But then I caught a glance of that frame from my bedside table.
I saw a younger version of myself and a girl with lots of icings from my 18th birthday cake.
I looked happy.
The girl looked happy.
We all looked happy.
But now, I don’t feel happy that I toss the picture down.
Seconds turned to minutes,
Minutes turned to hours,
With a sigh, I flip out of the bed and grab a drink from the kitchen.
That’s when I heard my phone ring again.
Not feeling all too well to talk to anyone, I just sat on the couch and wait for that person calling me to just leave me a message or drop the call.
Gulping the water all in one swig, I listened to the caller as she leaves me a message.
*BEEP*
“Junsu-ah, I’m letting you go.”
*BEEP*
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Tryna decide, tryna decide if I
Really wanna go out to night I
Couldn't even leave my apartment
I'm stripped down torn up about it.
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My mind went hazy as I hear those words.
I rushed to my door grabbing the keys with me.
Never did I notice that I was under dress.
Never did I notice that I was only on my feet.
Never did I notice that I didn’t even lock that damn door.
All I know is that I’m free!
Free to have my life on me again!
Free to decide to be with whom I’ll be with again!
I didn’t expect for this day to come!
My body felt light and giddy!
I feel light as though I feel like flying.
Turning the engine on, I stepped on the gas immediately.
I don’t care what the speedometer says.
I don’t care if I’m breaking the law! For god’s sake, its middle of the night, if I know that darn police men are somewhere sleeping and missing their post!
For once, let me break all the rules that were set upon me ever since my mother gave birth to me.
It’s just that I want to see my happiness so badly.
So God can you please close your eyes for a moment and let me do something reckless tonight.
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Nothing feels right when I'm not with you,
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's
Taking them off cause I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missing you.
Ima step out this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
And there I lay
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It’s in front of our use to be house that I felt out of breath.
It’s as though my heart wants to go out on my chest.
Placing one hand on top of it, I silently calm myself.
Sliding out my tongue to wet my lips, a habit that I get on Yoochun whenever he’s nervous, I knocked on the door.
To my dismay, no one opened the door.
And so I knocked harder.
I feel like crying, so many thoughts float in my mind.
‘Is he not here?’
‘Does he change house already?’
‘Is he living with somebody else by now?’
‘Did he forget all about me?’
And then I thought that maybe he’s sleeping over to his friend’s house, to Jaejoong’s to be exact.
I was about to make run for my car when I hear the door creaked and there stood a young man, the man whom I missed so much.
“Who’s there?” the guy behind the door asked.
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Nothing feels right when I'm not with you,
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's
Taking them off cause I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missing you.
Ima step out this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
And there I lay
With nothing but your t-shirt on (I'm all by myself with)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
With nothing but your t-shirt on (cause I miss you, cause I miss you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on (said I missed you baby)
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I stood perfectly on to where I’m standing, still amazed that I was able to see him again.
And there he was, also standing in the front door with his wide eyes set upon me.
It’s getting chilly and so I gulped and said, “That’s my robe.”
I saw him smile and muttered, “That’s my shirt.”
And then I run to him, tears freely flowing out of my eyes.
I hug him as though we’ve never seen each other for decades.
“I miss you.” I whispered.
“I miss you more.” I heard him say.
Noticing that he stares hard on my car, I then loosen my hug and asked him what’s wrong.
“I hate taxis.” My lover muttered.
Clueless as to what he’s trying to say, I was about to ask him more questions when he began talking again.
“Don’t make me hate cars too.”
And there I saw his teary eyes, hurt clearly evident from his face.
Now it dawned to me what this is all about.
I just grinned and uttered,
“No, never will that happen again.”
As I say those words, I cupped his face and kiss him hard on the lips, wanting to make my lover feel how much I yearned for him for in all those months I was away from him.
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(Cause I wanna be close to you)
With nothing but you t-shirt on (I remember when you liked to see me with
With nothing but your t-shirt on
Nothing but your t-shirt on
Hey, lemme tell ya now
Nothing but your t-shirt on
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A/N: Wah! Feeling a bit happy now! So for those who read taxi and t-shirt, can you decode the whole story behind all of this?
As usual comments are love!