"Stuck in between time/Head into the ground/I'm found falling through fault lines"
Comp downstairs still doesn't have internet D:' I've been stealing time on my mom's comp, but hopefully the other will be working again soon. -_-;
Cramps and a stomach ache today, and the chapter (druggie dbsk xD;) fic I've been working on is being a bitch, so have some Jaesu that I probably won't might x-post? (I finally wrote some,
eviel_bubbleD:' )
The Fear of Being Found (Jaesu)
I'll begin to change my mind
When you can explain why I feel see through
It's a toss up between the beginning and the end, when you know you could close one door (shut in the secrets) and open the other, leading out into fresh, clear air. But your heart's trapped in that stale room - piled on top of words and phrases, memories and love. You're caught on a fragment (an emotion).
Jaejoong is watching you, and you wonder if he's expecting you to choose, if he turned around and read straight into your soul. Maybe he sees the doors in front of you (choose, choose, choose) the same way they loom in your own mind - maybe he knows the feelings you've locked inside.
So all you can do is smile at him (be normal, normal, happy) and twist his questions into the notes pouring out of your throat. Sing, and hope he'll join you with that intangibly beautiful voice of his - and he'll forget. He'll stop forcing you to choose with those sharp eyes; he'll stop making you want to rush and grab your heart (from the pile of secrets, of words, of memories) and bear it to the world.
You sing with him, to distract (yourself) him, so he can't catch you.
It doesn't matter - you're already caught.
Cramps and a stomach ache today, and the chapter (druggie dbsk xD;) fic I've been working on is being a bitch, so have some Jaesu that I probably won't might x-post? (I finally wrote some,
eviel_bubbleD:' )
The Fear of Being Found (Jaesu)
I'll begin to change my mind
When you can explain why I feel see through
It's a toss up between the beginning and the end, when you know you could close one door (shut in the secrets) and open the other, leading out into fresh, clear air. But your heart's trapped in that stale room - piled on top of words and phrases, memories and love. You're caught on a fragment (an emotion).
Jaejoong is watching you, and you wonder if he's expecting you to choose, if he turned around and read straight into your soul. Maybe he sees the doors in front of you (choose, choose, choose) the same way they loom in your own mind - maybe he knows the feelings you've locked inside.
So all you can do is smile at him (be normal, normal, happy) and twist his questions into the notes pouring out of your throat. Sing, and hope he'll join you with that intangibly beautiful voice of his - and he'll forget. He'll stop forcing you to choose with those sharp eyes; he'll stop making you want to rush and grab your heart (from the pile of secrets, of words, of memories) and bear it to the world.
You sing with him, to distract (yourself) him, so he can't catch you.
It doesn't matter - you're already caught.