opaque [one]
jaejoong/changmin.
r.
343 words.
it hadn't really been your intention. this really hadn't been what you planned to do, circumstances brought you here, enticed you and had you never wanting to leave. it's your home.
the white walls are your home.
- - - -
you wake up and see black-the sun having not risen yet. quickly you throw on your uniform, then immediately walk down to see what they have in store for you today.
you smile as she passes the paper to you from her desk. swiftly you skim through it, hiding your anticipation and nervousness as your eyes travel across the paper.
you've been assigned.
- - - -
your even more anxious than before, the minutes ticking away as you grow nearer. you almost miss the door, backtracking your way until you see it.
301
김재중
Kim Jaejoong. you swallow, shutting your eyes and breathing deeply before you grasp the doorknob and turn.
locked.
you chuckle at your clumsiness, fishing for the key and inserting it into the lock. the soft click reverberates through your ears as you push the door open.
a mop of black hair greets you, limbs huddled together with arms wrapped around his knees. you can't see his face, as he's taken to hiding behind them. thin-striped pajamas hang off his slight form, the light material nothing compared to the paleness of his skin. an opaque ivory colour. you have this sudden need to touch it, feel the softness of his skin against the tips of your fingers.
you shake the thought away, questioning and confused but decide it better to be dealt with later. shutting the door, you make careful steps towards him, sit yourself on a stool and place the clean clothes beside him. you wait, say nothing and keep steady eyes on him.
he doesn't move. you wait a few minutes more, find him nonreactive and believe it best to leave. you silently open the door and step out, before taking a quick glance and watch as he reaches over for the clothes.
you smile, unknowingly.
>>→▬←
hello. well i've got quite the strange idea here, not sure where it will go, but i do hope you enjoy wherever the hell it does go. anyway, how do you guys feel about it? also, thank you all so much for your previous comments! some gave good advice i'll take to heart with all this dark and twisted that i'm very poor at. thank you for reading this now, too. oh and to clarify, changmin works at the mental asylum, and is assigned to take care of jaejoong. i have no idea how this all works exactly so this is all going to stem from everything i've learned about mental asylums, which means i'll be depending on shutter island and random documentaries i've happened upon on tv. well that's about it good-bye for now.
r.
343 words.
it hadn't really been your intention. this really hadn't been what you planned to do, circumstances brought you here, enticed you and had you never wanting to leave. it's your home.
the white walls are your home.
- - - -
you wake up and see black-the sun having not risen yet. quickly you throw on your uniform, then immediately walk down to see what they have in store for you today.
you smile as she passes the paper to you from her desk. swiftly you skim through it, hiding your anticipation and nervousness as your eyes travel across the paper.
you've been assigned.
- - - -
your even more anxious than before, the minutes ticking away as you grow nearer. you almost miss the door, backtracking your way until you see it.
301
김재중
Kim Jaejoong. you swallow, shutting your eyes and breathing deeply before you grasp the doorknob and turn.
locked.
you chuckle at your clumsiness, fishing for the key and inserting it into the lock. the soft click reverberates through your ears as you push the door open.
a mop of black hair greets you, limbs huddled together with arms wrapped around his knees. you can't see his face, as he's taken to hiding behind them. thin-striped pajamas hang off his slight form, the light material nothing compared to the paleness of his skin. an opaque ivory colour. you have this sudden need to touch it, feel the softness of his skin against the tips of your fingers.
you shake the thought away, questioning and confused but decide it better to be dealt with later. shutting the door, you make careful steps towards him, sit yourself on a stool and place the clean clothes beside him. you wait, say nothing and keep steady eyes on him.
he doesn't move. you wait a few minutes more, find him nonreactive and believe it best to leave. you silently open the door and step out, before taking a quick glance and watch as he reaches over for the clothes.
you smile, unknowingly.
>>→▬←
hello. well i've got quite the strange idea here, not sure where it will go, but i do hope you enjoy wherever the hell it does go. anyway, how do you guys feel about it? also, thank you all so much for your previous comments! some gave good advice i'll take to heart with all this dark and twisted that i'm very poor at. thank you for reading this now, too. oh and to clarify, changmin works at the mental asylum, and is assigned to take care of jaejoong. i have no idea how this all works exactly so this is all going to stem from everything i've learned about mental asylums, which means i'll be depending on shutter island and random documentaries i've happened upon on tv. well that's about it good-bye for now.