His Eyes
I posted this on Hug, but figured I needed to keep track of it too, so you can ignore this if you've already read it! :D
Title: His Eyes
Pairing (or BandFic): Anyone
Rating: PG
Form: Drabble
Content:
Genre: Angst and Romance
[A/N] I wrote this so that you could pair yourself with any of them. Though, if you must have a DBSK pairing, I did contemplate Yoosu - I'll let you figure out who's POV this could be. Blame my lack of sleep and music class for driving me to write this. I only revised a little bit while typing it up, so I'm sorry if it's not too well-written. Stream of consciousness ftw...
He's there and it stops. Everything. The questions and the doubts, the worries and the words you refused to contemplate or acknowledge, that had choked you and held you relentlessly, unyieldingly, ever present behind every action you took and sentence you formed, dominating everything, controlling you...they're gone. They fled under the gaze of someone who knew, who saw you drowning under their weight and wanted to help you, to save you. Who understood. Those eyes that saw you and heard you and knew. Knew you.
The relief you felt was immeasurable, tremulous. Those horrors that had plagued every hour, that had plagued you for so long, their loss was so sudden and unexpected that you staggered, swayed, newly burdened by the ability to control your role, your fate. You had forgotten so much of what filled you before, what was a part of you...before. Before the questions and the doubts, the worries and the words. They had replaced everything. Everything.
They’re gone, and all that's left is an empty shell no longer filled with hidden chaos, but no longer filled with the peace you had once cherished either. The peace you had before the rest of the world changed you, made you, replaced all that you knew with the questions and the doubts, the worries and the words.
Bereft of everything, you overcompensate. Panic fills you, because who are you now? Gone are those inner shadows, yes, but gone too is the structure. Gone are the questions and the doubts, the worries and the words that had transformed you, created your lifestyle. You broke through to the surface, he saw to that. You have all the air that everyone else has, you can breathe as everyone else does. The fight is finally over, and there's nothing left to do other than breathe and be you. Only you've forgotten how.
But your inner turmoil and racing thoughts are interrupted again by him, by his warmth. He takes your hand and his eyes bore into yours. They command you, force you back into this world, his world, your world. And in his eyes you see the understanding, and you're suddenly overcome with the knowledge that he'll help you. Shape you. Teach you and show you everything you want to see, learn, and do. Make you whole again. Fill you, fill the emptiness.
Because there's time now, and there's room. So much room, in your life and in yourself. You, who are no longer battling chaos, who has no questions or doubts, worries or words but those you willingly accept. There's you, only you.
He saw you and wanted you. Only you. He brought you here, he brought you back. And you want him, too. Only him and all of him. Him, with those eyes that rescued you, saw you. Him, with those eyes that understand.
Those eyes whose gaze you never want to leave. Those eyes that know you.
Title: His Eyes
Pairing (or BandFic): Anyone
Rating: PG
Form: Drabble
Content:
Genre: Angst and Romance
[A/N] I wrote this so that you could pair yourself with any of them. Though, if you must have a DBSK pairing, I did contemplate Yoosu - I'll let you figure out who's POV this could be. Blame my lack of sleep and music class for driving me to write this. I only revised a little bit while typing it up, so I'm sorry if it's not too well-written. Stream of consciousness ftw...
He's there and it stops. Everything. The questions and the doubts, the worries and the words you refused to contemplate or acknowledge, that had choked you and held you relentlessly, unyieldingly, ever present behind every action you took and sentence you formed, dominating everything, controlling you...they're gone. They fled under the gaze of someone who knew, who saw you drowning under their weight and wanted to help you, to save you. Who understood. Those eyes that saw you and heard you and knew. Knew you.
The relief you felt was immeasurable, tremulous. Those horrors that had plagued every hour, that had plagued you for so long, their loss was so sudden and unexpected that you staggered, swayed, newly burdened by the ability to control your role, your fate. You had forgotten so much of what filled you before, what was a part of you...before. Before the questions and the doubts, the worries and the words. They had replaced everything. Everything.
They’re gone, and all that's left is an empty shell no longer filled with hidden chaos, but no longer filled with the peace you had once cherished either. The peace you had before the rest of the world changed you, made you, replaced all that you knew with the questions and the doubts, the worries and the words.
Bereft of everything, you overcompensate. Panic fills you, because who are you now? Gone are those inner shadows, yes, but gone too is the structure. Gone are the questions and the doubts, the worries and the words that had transformed you, created your lifestyle. You broke through to the surface, he saw to that. You have all the air that everyone else has, you can breathe as everyone else does. The fight is finally over, and there's nothing left to do other than breathe and be you. Only you've forgotten how.
But your inner turmoil and racing thoughts are interrupted again by him, by his warmth. He takes your hand and his eyes bore into yours. They command you, force you back into this world, his world, your world. And in his eyes you see the understanding, and you're suddenly overcome with the knowledge that he'll help you. Shape you. Teach you and show you everything you want to see, learn, and do. Make you whole again. Fill you, fill the emptiness.
Because there's time now, and there's room. So much room, in your life and in yourself. You, who are no longer battling chaos, who has no questions or doubts, worries or words but those you willingly accept. There's you, only you.
He saw you and wanted you. Only you. He brought you here, he brought you back. And you want him, too. Only him and all of him. Him, with those eyes that rescued you, saw you. Him, with those eyes that understand.
Those eyes whose gaze you never want to leave. Those eyes that know you.