Listening in the Rain.
Title: Listening to the Rain
Author: pyonpyonpyaa (Oh yes. Clearly a name you can trust.)
Length: One-shot?
Rating: G? LMAO I’m such fail!
Pairing: LOL it’ll give it away but YooMin.
Genre: Angst maybe?
Warnings: This is what happens when its raining, and I let my brain run away with me. It’s a whole load of crap. Be prepared. Kinda depressing too~ xDDD Enjoy.
A/N: Er…This is my first fic really…Aish, and I choose to write this crap? Rather than attempted fail!humour? Oh dear. Well, its fail either way. & Let’s see if I can work out livejournal ahahahahaha. Oh, I’m almost afraid to post this. xDDDD Its so bad.
The shadows swallowed the room. They allowed things to be hidden which were permanently in view when light streamed through the floor length windows. Things which he didn’t want to see all the time - but would never get rid of. They were too important.
It was cold.
He felt cold.
The rain falling echoing off the roof, made him feel completely and utterly alone. The kind of alone, where you’re left with your thoughts - be them pleasant ones or less-pleasant ones.
Sometimes, when the rain was stifling, he wondered.
Wondered how different his life would be if he hadn’t chosen this path.
If he hadn’t been in that place at that time. But then, he’d realise that his life had no place for those kind of thoughts.
They wouldn’t bring him back.
Nothing would bring the one he needed back.
The one who’s smile could make or break him.
The one who’s laugh was usually muted by others, but which held an almost colour or flavour to him.
He could taste his laugh.
His eyes, which expressed so much more than his outward appearance gave.
How he missed it.
How he missed him so fucking much.
You know, Changmin always believed that people who thought they couldn’t live without another person, where the other person was like air to them - necessary to their survival. They were weak. He’d always believed them weak. He was a survivor.
They even sang a fucking song about being a survivor - so, why the fuck couldn’t he survive now?
A brief thought flashed through his head - he was acting like fucking Bella from Twilight. God. What a tragic thought. He at least hoped his acting wasn’t as transparent as hers...It would be just his luck if Yunho made a comment like that - Changmin would act like he hadn’t seen the film (twice.) and plead ignorance.
Two eyes in the darkness. Watching and waiting.
Laying there staring at the ceiling, listening to the falling rain and remembering.
Always remembering and pretending there weren’t tear tracks down his face.
It was worse now, he knew he was in the same city as him.
Yet, he still hadn’t come to him - or called him - or given any impression that he cared and missed him just as much.
That hurt.
That was what hurt the most. Watching his drama (he had to. ) and seeing emotions and expressions he was sure others missed (like the fucking netizens who called him ‘emotionless’. Who the fuck were they watching?!).
He wasn’t strong enough, he couldn’t… He just couldn’t take it anymore.
‘Yoochun…It’s me.’
A/N: I think...I'm probably going to continue this. With Changmin's conversation with Yoochun's answering machine...But when that is, who knows. xD Um...Comment?
Author: pyonpyonpyaa (Oh yes. Clearly a name you can trust.)
Length: One-shot?
Rating: G? LMAO I’m such fail!
Pairing: LOL it’ll give it away but YooMin.
Genre: Angst maybe?
Warnings: This is what happens when its raining, and I let my brain run away with me. It’s a whole load of crap. Be prepared. Kinda depressing too~ xDDD Enjoy.
A/N: Er…This is my first fic really…Aish, and I choose to write this crap? Rather than attempted fail!humour? Oh dear. Well, its fail either way. & Let’s see if I can work out livejournal ahahahahaha. Oh, I’m almost afraid to post this. xDDDD Its so bad.
The shadows swallowed the room. They allowed things to be hidden which were permanently in view when light streamed through the floor length windows. Things which he didn’t want to see all the time - but would never get rid of. They were too important.
It was cold.
He felt cold.
The rain falling echoing off the roof, made him feel completely and utterly alone. The kind of alone, where you’re left with your thoughts - be them pleasant ones or less-pleasant ones.
Sometimes, when the rain was stifling, he wondered.
Wondered how different his life would be if he hadn’t chosen this path.
If he hadn’t been in that place at that time. But then, he’d realise that his life had no place for those kind of thoughts.
They wouldn’t bring him back.
Nothing would bring the one he needed back.
The one who’s smile could make or break him.
The one who’s laugh was usually muted by others, but which held an almost colour or flavour to him.
He could taste his laugh.
His eyes, which expressed so much more than his outward appearance gave.
How he missed it.
How he missed him so fucking much.
You know, Changmin always believed that people who thought they couldn’t live without another person, where the other person was like air to them - necessary to their survival. They were weak. He’d always believed them weak. He was a survivor.
They even sang a fucking song about being a survivor - so, why the fuck couldn’t he survive now?
A brief thought flashed through his head - he was acting like fucking Bella from Twilight. God. What a tragic thought. He at least hoped his acting wasn’t as transparent as hers...It would be just his luck if Yunho made a comment like that - Changmin would act like he hadn’t seen the film (twice.) and plead ignorance.
Two eyes in the darkness. Watching and waiting.
Laying there staring at the ceiling, listening to the falling rain and remembering.
Always remembering and pretending there weren’t tear tracks down his face.
It was worse now, he knew he was in the same city as him.
Yet, he still hadn’t come to him - or called him - or given any impression that he cared and missed him just as much.
That hurt.
That was what hurt the most. Watching his drama (he had to. ) and seeing emotions and expressions he was sure others missed (like the fucking netizens who called him ‘emotionless’. Who the fuck were they watching?!).
He wasn’t strong enough, he couldn’t… He just couldn’t take it anymore.
‘Yoochun…It’s me.’
A/N: I think...I'm probably going to continue this. With Changmin's conversation with Yoochun's answering machine...But when that is, who knows. xD Um...Comment?