Losing sleep
Title: Losing sleep
Pairing: Doojoon/Yoseob, Junhyung/Hyunseung, Kikwang/Dongwoon, or whatever pairing you want
Rating: G
Summary: Watching from afar is painful, but love always hopes.
Note: This has been in my mind for a long while, I decided to get rid of it because it was really bugging me. It's not Valentine's Day any longer so I hope you'll be okay with me ruining all the fluff and happy stuff with it...
There's only a "you" and a "I" so you can chose the pairing you want to read this with... If you comment let me know who you picked I'm curious!
LOSING SLEEP
This bar is dirty, loud, and full of creepy customers. I don’t understand how you ended up choosing those bars lately. This place is simply disgusting. You don’t seem to care though while you’re laughing holding onto that man’s neck. You’re pretty wasted tonight, but then again you’re too busy to giggle at what he’s whispering into your ear to even care about it. I wonder sometimes, if you really know that it’s me watching you from afar because it’s all I can do. I down my glass in one shot not knowing what kind of alcohol it is. All I know, all I need is the bitter taste it leaves on my tongue, the burning it causes in my throat and then rolling down in my chest. Do you drink so much because as it does for me, alcohol reminds you the bittersweet feeling of being together ?
His arm snakes around your waist pulling you closer as you lean in this stranger’s embrace and I order another drink. His hand brushes your butt while the translucent liquor travels down my body and I loudly set the glass back on the counter but then, you shake your head pushing his hand away. It always amaze me, how you succeed in hooking them before you throw them away, leaving them unsatisfied. He says something to you that I can’t hear and he leaves but you don’t even watch. You pour yourself another drink and keep on drinking eyes closed as if you’re trying to mentally get away from here.
About an hour later you’re asleep. As usual, I empty my glass. The last one, and I stand up leaving some cash on the table before I reach yours. Your breathing is calm and soft as it always is. My hand rests on your forehead, it’s warm and moist due to all the dancing and flirting you did, due to all the alcohol you absorbed. I stare while my fingers traces your beautiful features and I’m pretty sure I could draw them, by heart. This one thing you can’t lie about. Your mouth knows every word that hurts and your hands on those bodies know every move that makes me feel like you had stabbed me but by the end of the night, when alcohol has won and you’re asleep, your mouth is shut and your palms flat against the table, it doesn’t lie. The friends I lost a while ago used to tell me that I was a fool. Well, I might be blind but I can hear. My hand makes its way to your chest, and right there, underneath the thin fabric is your heart. It suddenly beats faster. Did you know that ? Your heart races up when I’m near. I place your arm around my neck and I lift you up, everyday you seem lighter and lighter. Do you eat properly ? Or maybe I’m just used to it. I carry you outside and you shiver when the cold breeze meets your skin so I just make a stop shifting positions until I hold you in my arms to keep you warm. I wait. You don’t even wake up but you cuddle against me, is it a sweet dream you’re in ? You mumble something and your arms wrap around me. It’s hard for me that you just don’t seem to see. Both of our worlds can’t melt into one.
And then, right on cue, the black car arrives. It stops in front of us and the same guy in black suit walks towards us.
‘I’ll take care of it now’ he says, that’s the only sentence he’s ever said to me.
I silently nod and he takes you away from me, making you half sit half lay at the back of the car before he closes the door. He turns around but before stepping in the car he turns and faces me.
‘Master, wouldn’t like that you know’ he pauses ‘but thank you for taking care of him’
I shrug. As if I’ve ever done anything to please your father anyway. As if one of my actions could actually please him. The man slightly bows to me and the engine starts. I look at you again before the car disappears in the night and I sink on the pavement. You’ll always be at the top, where you belong. But remember looking down. I’m here watching a picture of us, it seems like it’s been ages. It was before all that, and before the bottle found you. I walk back home to have a shower and then I’ll head for work early. Somehow being with you that way is better than living without you at all. I keep believing things can change. So tell me when you get here, tell me when you hit that ground.
Until then, I’ll be watching you through those shallow drinks and social games.
Yes, I’m losing sleep but for all the right reasons.
A/N : So, what pairing did you put in? I wrote it with Kiwoon in mind, Dongwoon centric but I didn’t want to make it obvious because I was curious about who you would pick...
Also, I’ll stop writing Mending broken hearts for a while because I’ve got this feeling that if I write something, they’ll just die or... Happy things don’t find their way out for now but I’ll try to make it better soon I’m sorry :(
Pairing: Doojoon/Yoseob, Junhyung/Hyunseung, Kikwang/Dongwoon, or whatever pairing you want
Rating: G
Summary: Watching from afar is painful, but love always hopes.
Note: This has been in my mind for a long while, I decided to get rid of it because it was really bugging me. It's not Valentine's Day any longer so I hope you'll be okay with me ruining all the fluff and happy stuff with it...
There's only a "you" and a "I" so you can chose the pairing you want to read this with... If you comment let me know who you picked I'm curious!
LOSING SLEEP
This bar is dirty, loud, and full of creepy customers. I don’t understand how you ended up choosing those bars lately. This place is simply disgusting. You don’t seem to care though while you’re laughing holding onto that man’s neck. You’re pretty wasted tonight, but then again you’re too busy to giggle at what he’s whispering into your ear to even care about it. I wonder sometimes, if you really know that it’s me watching you from afar because it’s all I can do. I down my glass in one shot not knowing what kind of alcohol it is. All I know, all I need is the bitter taste it leaves on my tongue, the burning it causes in my throat and then rolling down in my chest. Do you drink so much because as it does for me, alcohol reminds you the bittersweet feeling of being together ?
His arm snakes around your waist pulling you closer as you lean in this stranger’s embrace and I order another drink. His hand brushes your butt while the translucent liquor travels down my body and I loudly set the glass back on the counter but then, you shake your head pushing his hand away. It always amaze me, how you succeed in hooking them before you throw them away, leaving them unsatisfied. He says something to you that I can’t hear and he leaves but you don’t even watch. You pour yourself another drink and keep on drinking eyes closed as if you’re trying to mentally get away from here.
About an hour later you’re asleep. As usual, I empty my glass. The last one, and I stand up leaving some cash on the table before I reach yours. Your breathing is calm and soft as it always is. My hand rests on your forehead, it’s warm and moist due to all the dancing and flirting you did, due to all the alcohol you absorbed. I stare while my fingers traces your beautiful features and I’m pretty sure I could draw them, by heart. This one thing you can’t lie about. Your mouth knows every word that hurts and your hands on those bodies know every move that makes me feel like you had stabbed me but by the end of the night, when alcohol has won and you’re asleep, your mouth is shut and your palms flat against the table, it doesn’t lie. The friends I lost a while ago used to tell me that I was a fool. Well, I might be blind but I can hear. My hand makes its way to your chest, and right there, underneath the thin fabric is your heart. It suddenly beats faster. Did you know that ? Your heart races up when I’m near. I place your arm around my neck and I lift you up, everyday you seem lighter and lighter. Do you eat properly ? Or maybe I’m just used to it. I carry you outside and you shiver when the cold breeze meets your skin so I just make a stop shifting positions until I hold you in my arms to keep you warm. I wait. You don’t even wake up but you cuddle against me, is it a sweet dream you’re in ? You mumble something and your arms wrap around me. It’s hard for me that you just don’t seem to see. Both of our worlds can’t melt into one.
And then, right on cue, the black car arrives. It stops in front of us and the same guy in black suit walks towards us.
‘I’ll take care of it now’ he says, that’s the only sentence he’s ever said to me.
I silently nod and he takes you away from me, making you half sit half lay at the back of the car before he closes the door. He turns around but before stepping in the car he turns and faces me.
‘Master, wouldn’t like that you know’ he pauses ‘but thank you for taking care of him’
I shrug. As if I’ve ever done anything to please your father anyway. As if one of my actions could actually please him. The man slightly bows to me and the engine starts. I look at you again before the car disappears in the night and I sink on the pavement. You’ll always be at the top, where you belong. But remember looking down. I’m here watching a picture of us, it seems like it’s been ages. It was before all that, and before the bottle found you. I walk back home to have a shower and then I’ll head for work early. Somehow being with you that way is better than living without you at all. I keep believing things can change. So tell me when you get here, tell me when you hit that ground.
Until then, I’ll be watching you through those shallow drinks and social games.
Yes, I’m losing sleep but for all the right reasons.
A/N : So, what pairing did you put in? I wrote it with Kiwoon in mind, Dongwoon centric but I didn’t want to make it obvious because I was curious about who you would pick...
Also, I’ll stop writing Mending broken hearts for a while because I’ve got this feeling that if I write something, they’ll just die or... Happy things don’t find their way out for now but I’ll try to make it better soon I’m sorry :(