A chance to believe
Pairing : Yoosu
Author : OnlySu
Rating : PG-13
Genre : Tiny winy Angst, fluff...
Summary : Yoochun didn't have any faith
Word count : 1513
un-betaed... contains of fail english and grammatical error... forgive me.. *bow*
I need to improve my english.
And...
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERY ONE...
Hope you have a prosperous and wonderful year ahead... ^_____^
When you were six years old, you saw an old man with bloody red coat and white fur through your window in a small and dirty apartment. He didn’t look so big from your room, which was at the fourth floor of the building. However, you could see the whiff of white smoke that was coming from his mouth. He was smoking at the snowy white street. The snow fell slowly, painting all the scenery with white and lonely color, which was contrasted with the cheery sound of ‘Jingle Bell” song. A little dirty small beggar boy ran along the street and bumped him. You saw the old man with the white beard, who you always saw at the mall, who brought the secret promise of happiness and joy, pushed the little boy until his little frail body met the cold street floor and kicked him.
Not only once.
He kicked him four times, before leaving the poor boy alone in the harshness of the chilling wind.
You could do nothing but stare at the scenery with wide eyes.
You were only six years old boy. You haven’t understood about the world yet. Your world was still revolving to football and some silly game with children around your age. However, You lost your faith on Santa since then.
You lost your faith on your own father when you were only a boy with skinny body and wounds at your knees. You had your first love, which moved to another town that year. Your skin was brown from the sunburn and you would become thirteenth that year.
You slowly hated him as he became some worse than some kind of monsters that you feared when you were a little. First, he spent less and less time with you, your brother, and your mother. Then, he didn’t come home at all. Sometimes he would go missing for a day, sometimes for weeks, and slowly it grew to almost a month. At the beginning you were glad when he came home, but slowly you liked it better when he didn’t.
More over, he started to abuse your mother, replacing your lullaby with shrieks of pain and shouts of terror. He started to hurt you too and your brother. Your mother called police to arrest him when everything became too much too handle. They got divorced, he was sent for help and some punishment as the consequences of what he did, and your family moved to another town to start a new. However, your soft heart had already hurt. You didn’t believe with the word ‘father’ ever again.
Your high school was a struggle, you were skipping almost all of your class or attending it to sleep and snore like there was no tomorrow. In instant you were known as an annoying rebel student with broken pitiful past and fail family. After tears and arguments, your mother gave up on you, leaving you alone to light another cigarette to smoke. You heard her conversation with on of your aunt, telling you that she regretted it so much. This entire situation made her sick. She was tired of you, and your brother, and your family economic struggle. You were tired to believe in her again as your mother when she started to become a whiny alcoholic bitch with no responsibility at all.
You used to believe in God. Your grandmother taught you about Him. She taught you how to folded your hand before you eat or sleep. She taught you to ask Him for something through a prayer. You started to pray before you sleep since then, whispering a jumble of words as you kneeling in your bed with tears when she was sick. One week later, you stood in front of the cold gray tombstone. She couldn’t teach about Him again. So, You stopped believe in God. You didn’t have any faith in prayer; since He didn’t hear you even you poured your heart out and begged Him for saving your grandmother. God took the only person you loved with all of your heart at the moment.
You doubted love too. Having so many persons you loved betray you… Or abusing you… Or leaving you… It made you closing your eyes for it. You decided to lock your heart inside a cage and threw away the key so no one could enter your heart ever again. No one could add another wound to your already battered and broken one.
You thought your plan was perfect.
However, you forgot one fact about real life.
When love came into someone life, it came so hard like a crashing wave, forcing and breaking every locked doors and walls. Without your realization, you had given your heart to him.
Kim Junsu.
You found him when you were twenty-one years old, already a top composer, and had the whole world down on your feet. You were visiting a new restaurant at the town because your bother was bugging you about the perfect dish there. Fate was poking at you when you saw him there, singing his heart out. You were enchanted by the emotion he carried with every tone from the song. He was so carefree, not afraid to show the world his heart, not afraid about someone who would take it and destroy it. You helplessly drowned to him at the very moment.
It was love at the first sight.
Your first date with him was at Christmas. He told you that he still believed in Santa and you scoffed, wanting to spit at the bitter memory that crushed your childhood dream. However, the way his eyes lighted up when the said creature with white beard and white red coat passed both of you at the street was making you smiled. You chuckled and held his hand, trying to believe in the old folk as long as it made him happy.
You thought that money could buy everything, but he shook his head in annoyance and told you that you were wrong. He gave you a perfect example, family. You froze at his choice, making him asked you what was wrong. You decided to keep your mouth shut and smiled. As long as you kept your heart content to yourself, nothing could hurt you, right. You couldn’t. You spilled everything in front of him. You told him about your past, about your father, your mother, and everything. You were naked in front of him. He had seen the deepest you, the kicked puppy Yoochun who was nothing but a poor and pitiful creature. You were more than ready to be left again, since he knew about all you flaw. You weren’t the perfect one in front of him anymore.
However, he didn’t. He stayed there and lifted your head to see him. When you met the eyes, you could see all the warmth that you hadn’t found before. They were there just for you beneath the chocolate brown orbs. He pinched your cheeks, smiling sweetly, and told you that it would be okay because he would always be there for you. From that moment, you swore that you were going crazy because you wanted to start believing again.
You wanted to believe him.
Your memories of childhood were filled with nothing but sorrow and the darkness. It was a phase that you would never want to look again. It made you became a present person who didn’t want to waste your time for reminiscing the past. However, there you are, sitting at your balcony with you arms circling the love of your life, talking about the memories you shared together. You huffed in annoyance as he told you his first impression about you. He thought that you were a creepy pervert because you stared at him all the time in the restaurant. You pinched his cheek, making him squealed in some cute dolphin like sound.
You kissed him under the dark blue night sky, as the stars and the moon above you became your silent witnesses.
“I love you…” He whispered to you after breaking the lip lock. He tasted like the hot chocolate he drank before, so sweet and addicting.
You didn’t have faith in everything.
Your life screwed you so bad until it destroyed your ability to believe.
However, through him, you knew you could do it again.
Slowly…
But surely…
You start to pray again. You whisper your words through a prayer faithfully. You pray for another chance, another minutes, another days and another everything to be passed with him until forever.
You believe in him and his promise to be there with you forever. You have given your heart, the one you cradled so preciously with such a guard, for him unconditionally. You believe his hand to take care of it, trusting him to handle it with such a care, knowing he would never betray you.
“I love you too…”
And you thank him for giving you a chance to believe in what you didn’t before. He gave you faith and a reason to keep it forever.
Author : OnlySu
Rating : PG-13
Genre : Tiny winy Angst, fluff...
Summary : Yoochun didn't have any faith
Word count : 1513
un-betaed... contains of fail english and grammatical error... forgive me.. *bow*
I need to improve my english.
And...
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERY ONE...
Hope you have a prosperous and wonderful year ahead... ^_____^
When you were six years old, you saw an old man with bloody red coat and white fur through your window in a small and dirty apartment. He didn’t look so big from your room, which was at the fourth floor of the building. However, you could see the whiff of white smoke that was coming from his mouth. He was smoking at the snowy white street. The snow fell slowly, painting all the scenery with white and lonely color, which was contrasted with the cheery sound of ‘Jingle Bell” song. A little dirty small beggar boy ran along the street and bumped him. You saw the old man with the white beard, who you always saw at the mall, who brought the secret promise of happiness and joy, pushed the little boy until his little frail body met the cold street floor and kicked him.
Not only once.
He kicked him four times, before leaving the poor boy alone in the harshness of the chilling wind.
You could do nothing but stare at the scenery with wide eyes.
You were only six years old boy. You haven’t understood about the world yet. Your world was still revolving to football and some silly game with children around your age. However, You lost your faith on Santa since then.
You lost your faith on your own father when you were only a boy with skinny body and wounds at your knees. You had your first love, which moved to another town that year. Your skin was brown from the sunburn and you would become thirteenth that year.
You slowly hated him as he became some worse than some kind of monsters that you feared when you were a little. First, he spent less and less time with you, your brother, and your mother. Then, he didn’t come home at all. Sometimes he would go missing for a day, sometimes for weeks, and slowly it grew to almost a month. At the beginning you were glad when he came home, but slowly you liked it better when he didn’t.
More over, he started to abuse your mother, replacing your lullaby with shrieks of pain and shouts of terror. He started to hurt you too and your brother. Your mother called police to arrest him when everything became too much too handle. They got divorced, he was sent for help and some punishment as the consequences of what he did, and your family moved to another town to start a new. However, your soft heart had already hurt. You didn’t believe with the word ‘father’ ever again.
Your high school was a struggle, you were skipping almost all of your class or attending it to sleep and snore like there was no tomorrow. In instant you were known as an annoying rebel student with broken pitiful past and fail family. After tears and arguments, your mother gave up on you, leaving you alone to light another cigarette to smoke. You heard her conversation with on of your aunt, telling you that she regretted it so much. This entire situation made her sick. She was tired of you, and your brother, and your family economic struggle. You were tired to believe in her again as your mother when she started to become a whiny alcoholic bitch with no responsibility at all.
You used to believe in God. Your grandmother taught you about Him. She taught you how to folded your hand before you eat or sleep. She taught you to ask Him for something through a prayer. You started to pray before you sleep since then, whispering a jumble of words as you kneeling in your bed with tears when she was sick. One week later, you stood in front of the cold gray tombstone. She couldn’t teach about Him again. So, You stopped believe in God. You didn’t have any faith in prayer; since He didn’t hear you even you poured your heart out and begged Him for saving your grandmother. God took the only person you loved with all of your heart at the moment.
You doubted love too. Having so many persons you loved betray you… Or abusing you… Or leaving you… It made you closing your eyes for it. You decided to lock your heart inside a cage and threw away the key so no one could enter your heart ever again. No one could add another wound to your already battered and broken one.
You thought your plan was perfect.
However, you forgot one fact about real life.
When love came into someone life, it came so hard like a crashing wave, forcing and breaking every locked doors and walls. Without your realization, you had given your heart to him.
Kim Junsu.
You found him when you were twenty-one years old, already a top composer, and had the whole world down on your feet. You were visiting a new restaurant at the town because your bother was bugging you about the perfect dish there. Fate was poking at you when you saw him there, singing his heart out. You were enchanted by the emotion he carried with every tone from the song. He was so carefree, not afraid to show the world his heart, not afraid about someone who would take it and destroy it. You helplessly drowned to him at the very moment.
It was love at the first sight.
Your first date with him was at Christmas. He told you that he still believed in Santa and you scoffed, wanting to spit at the bitter memory that crushed your childhood dream. However, the way his eyes lighted up when the said creature with white beard and white red coat passed both of you at the street was making you smiled. You chuckled and held his hand, trying to believe in the old folk as long as it made him happy.
You thought that money could buy everything, but he shook his head in annoyance and told you that you were wrong. He gave you a perfect example, family. You froze at his choice, making him asked you what was wrong. You decided to keep your mouth shut and smiled. As long as you kept your heart content to yourself, nothing could hurt you, right. You couldn’t. You spilled everything in front of him. You told him about your past, about your father, your mother, and everything. You were naked in front of him. He had seen the deepest you, the kicked puppy Yoochun who was nothing but a poor and pitiful creature. You were more than ready to be left again, since he knew about all you flaw. You weren’t the perfect one in front of him anymore.
However, he didn’t. He stayed there and lifted your head to see him. When you met the eyes, you could see all the warmth that you hadn’t found before. They were there just for you beneath the chocolate brown orbs. He pinched your cheeks, smiling sweetly, and told you that it would be okay because he would always be there for you. From that moment, you swore that you were going crazy because you wanted to start believing again.
You wanted to believe him.
Your memories of childhood were filled with nothing but sorrow and the darkness. It was a phase that you would never want to look again. It made you became a present person who didn’t want to waste your time for reminiscing the past. However, there you are, sitting at your balcony with you arms circling the love of your life, talking about the memories you shared together. You huffed in annoyance as he told you his first impression about you. He thought that you were a creepy pervert because you stared at him all the time in the restaurant. You pinched his cheek, making him squealed in some cute dolphin like sound.
You kissed him under the dark blue night sky, as the stars and the moon above you became your silent witnesses.
“I love you…” He whispered to you after breaking the lip lock. He tasted like the hot chocolate he drank before, so sweet and addicting.
You didn’t have faith in everything.
Your life screwed you so bad until it destroyed your ability to believe.
However, through him, you knew you could do it again.
Slowly…
But surely…
You start to pray again. You whisper your words through a prayer faithfully. You pray for another chance, another minutes, another days and another everything to be passed with him until forever.
You believe in him and his promise to be there with you forever. You have given your heart, the one you cradled so preciously with such a guard, for him unconditionally. You believe his hand to take care of it, trusting him to handle it with such a care, knowing he would never betray you.
“I love you too…”
And you thank him for giving you a chance to believe in what you didn’t before. He gave you faith and a reason to keep it forever.