Without a heart
Title: Without a heart
Start Date/End Date: 20 March
Author: theeastsea//supergeneration
Pairing: Jungsoo/Yuri
Genre: angst
Word Count: 1276
Disclaimer: I don't own them, only the story is mine. and i'm not english native, please be understanding.
A/N: request by seagull_life! i hope you enjoy it~
Feeling the wind in my now pretty long hair was refreshing. I've missed feeling the wind blow on my cold body, Standing in the dark, waiting for something to happen, I see a figure walking past me. The figure had this wonderful smell, a sweet yet strong smell.
While following this person with the extraordinary smell,I hadn't noticed that she actually noticed me. I hadn't noticed myself walking to fast, walking just behind her, not noticing how she started to move uneasly. Didn't notice myself smelling her, didn't notice myself laying my cold hands on her soft shoulders. Not until I heard a weak scream from her mouth, I noticed myself almost killing her.
Scared I backed, I wanted to run away, but when she looked at me with those tearful eyes, the eyes full of sadness, I couldn't help but stay with her.
She stared at me, with scared and tearfull eyes. She started like she wanted to burn a hole trough my body. Finally she stood up on her feets, looking carefully at me, turning her back against me, and slowly taking step by step away from me.
Laying still, waiting for the sun to dissapear, thinking of the girl who I had met 5 years ago. Slowly standing on my two feets, walking around in the big house. Finally I came to the room where I hadn't been in 100 years. Slowly opening the dusty doors, feeling a smile crawling up on my face when seeing the wonderful organ.
And fastly walking to the organ, sitting down on the dusty piano chair. Putting my fingers into a playing position. I could hear myself play ”Für Elise”. It had been such a long time, still I knew excacly where to put my fingers. While playing the organ, I hadn't noticed how someone had opened the outdoor. Not noticing how someone was watching me. But then hearing someone think loudly, I fastly turned around and saw that girl from 5 years ago. She watched me with those pained eyes. Watching me with a smile.
”You're really good at playing.” I didn't know what to say, I wanted to ask why she had come. But then rememberd how some kids had walked into your house 14 years ago thinking it was a ghosthouse. I didn't have the time to answer until she spoke again.
”You know... When I was six years old, I was walking into this house with some friends... How old was I? 6 years maybe..... I remember thinking it was some kind of ghost house. And now, when I was walking past this same house, I couldn't help myself from invite myself. And then I heard your beautiful playing.”
She still looked at me with pained eyes, but still with that bright smile on her face. Slowly she walked up to me and sat beside me. ”You're that guy from 5 years ago right?” without waiting for an answer she continued ”Even since I was a child I've believed in vampires and that kind of stuff... Silly huh... But my mom was the best story teller, she always told me stories about this house, told me about the beautiful vampire who lived her. I was young and stupid, of course I belived her.” she looked down on the floor, I joined her in 'staring-down-on-the-floor'. ”But then my mom died, nobody knew how. She died when I was 13 years old. She left me alone in this world. Since then I've lived at my grandmothers house. I started to sneak out late at night, doing bad things. My grandmother knew all about it, but since her heart was to weak she couldn't scold me. All she did was praying for me late at night. I remember hearing her pray for me, remember her talking with mom in heaven. She told mom I'm a good grandchild, she told her I was just confused. By hearing that I also cried silenty. Still I sneaked out.” she paused, looked up with tears in her eyes and a pained smile on her lips. ”My grandmother died when I was 14.”
She stopped, looked at my face, and once again smiled that pained smile. ”That was when I stopped depending on the world.” She looked down, looked up again, looked straight into my eyes. She laughed half-heartily. ”I thought I didn't have any luck, it was like I threw my heart away. Like it just dissapeard.” this time it was my turn to look down, I could feel myself slowly starting to play a little serenade. She smiled at me. Then once again she stood up and walked away from me. I decided myself to not follow her, to let her cry out her sorrow. To let her be.
Every night she would come. I would play for her. Always different melodies. And always she always sat there, humming along.
Every night I waited for her. When I heard her thoughts, when I felt her smell, I started to play.
For a year. A whole year. Without talking to each other.
One night, she never came. Next night the same thing. But I shouldn't care right. For a week she never showed up. But then she showed up. Acting like nothing. But I knew something was wrong. But I didn't want to read her thoughts. I didn't want to disturb, because I knew it would hurt her. But one night she showed up with a suitcase and a backpack. She didn't have to say anything. She knew I would know, that I would understand.
The same night as she sat beside me, she didn't space out in her thoughts or look at my fingers play on the organ. I turned around to her, as she looked at me with a blank expression. Then she slowly came closer, and closer. Not knowing what to do I was dumbfounded when I felt her soft lips touch my cold lips. She pulled me into a deeper kiss, embraced me lightly. Then I felt my arms embrace her, as I got to excited, it felt like I would suck out her soul. Before it could've got dangerous I pulled away my head from her, still letting my hand embrace her. That was when I was tears streaming down on her face, as she started to sob and laid her head against my hard thorax.
I was stupid who thought she would change her mind and not go. I was wrong. Once again she left me, she left me while crying.
If I say that I'm in pain, I'm scared that I'll really be in pain
If I say that I'm sad, I'm scared that I will shed my tears
I thought I would never love without a heart. I thought that this called pain never would come too me.
That girl. I still don't know her name. But it was the best this way. The only way.
The playing house.
Some people living in Seoul have said they've heard someone play a sad melody reapealty on an organ in this old house. One of the stories is that it's a ghost playing sad melodies. Some say it's the old story about the vampire. No one really knows. 'cause everytime someone has tried to get in there it has been possible. Some people has talked about demolish the old house. But so many people has protested against it, as the old house is beautiful and something you should take care of.
Nobody knows what to do. But for know, the goverment has decided to let the house stay where it is.
Future updates will come.
Start Date/End Date: 20 March
Author: theeastsea//supergeneration
Pairing: Jungsoo/Yuri
Genre: angst
Word Count: 1276
Disclaimer: I don't own them, only the story is mine. and i'm not english native, please be understanding.
A/N: request by seagull_life! i hope you enjoy it~
Feeling the wind in my now pretty long hair was refreshing. I've missed feeling the wind blow on my cold body, Standing in the dark, waiting for something to happen, I see a figure walking past me. The figure had this wonderful smell, a sweet yet strong smell.
While following this person with the extraordinary smell,I hadn't noticed that she actually noticed me. I hadn't noticed myself walking to fast, walking just behind her, not noticing how she started to move uneasly. Didn't notice myself smelling her, didn't notice myself laying my cold hands on her soft shoulders. Not until I heard a weak scream from her mouth, I noticed myself almost killing her.
Scared I backed, I wanted to run away, but when she looked at me with those tearful eyes, the eyes full of sadness, I couldn't help but stay with her.
She stared at me, with scared and tearfull eyes. She started like she wanted to burn a hole trough my body. Finally she stood up on her feets, looking carefully at me, turning her back against me, and slowly taking step by step away from me.
Laying still, waiting for the sun to dissapear, thinking of the girl who I had met 5 years ago. Slowly standing on my two feets, walking around in the big house. Finally I came to the room where I hadn't been in 100 years. Slowly opening the dusty doors, feeling a smile crawling up on my face when seeing the wonderful organ.
And fastly walking to the organ, sitting down on the dusty piano chair. Putting my fingers into a playing position. I could hear myself play ”Für Elise”. It had been such a long time, still I knew excacly where to put my fingers. While playing the organ, I hadn't noticed how someone had opened the outdoor. Not noticing how someone was watching me. But then hearing someone think loudly, I fastly turned around and saw that girl from 5 years ago. She watched me with those pained eyes. Watching me with a smile.
”You're really good at playing.” I didn't know what to say, I wanted to ask why she had come. But then rememberd how some kids had walked into your house 14 years ago thinking it was a ghosthouse. I didn't have the time to answer until she spoke again.
”You know... When I was six years old, I was walking into this house with some friends... How old was I? 6 years maybe..... I remember thinking it was some kind of ghost house. And now, when I was walking past this same house, I couldn't help myself from invite myself. And then I heard your beautiful playing.”
She still looked at me with pained eyes, but still with that bright smile on her face. Slowly she walked up to me and sat beside me. ”You're that guy from 5 years ago right?” without waiting for an answer she continued ”Even since I was a child I've believed in vampires and that kind of stuff... Silly huh... But my mom was the best story teller, she always told me stories about this house, told me about the beautiful vampire who lived her. I was young and stupid, of course I belived her.” she looked down on the floor, I joined her in 'staring-down-on-the-floor'. ”But then my mom died, nobody knew how. She died when I was 13 years old. She left me alone in this world. Since then I've lived at my grandmothers house. I started to sneak out late at night, doing bad things. My grandmother knew all about it, but since her heart was to weak she couldn't scold me. All she did was praying for me late at night. I remember hearing her pray for me, remember her talking with mom in heaven. She told mom I'm a good grandchild, she told her I was just confused. By hearing that I also cried silenty. Still I sneaked out.” she paused, looked up with tears in her eyes and a pained smile on her lips. ”My grandmother died when I was 14.”
She stopped, looked at my face, and once again smiled that pained smile. ”That was when I stopped depending on the world.” She looked down, looked up again, looked straight into my eyes. She laughed half-heartily. ”I thought I didn't have any luck, it was like I threw my heart away. Like it just dissapeard.” this time it was my turn to look down, I could feel myself slowly starting to play a little serenade. She smiled at me. Then once again she stood up and walked away from me. I decided myself to not follow her, to let her cry out her sorrow. To let her be.
Every night she would come. I would play for her. Always different melodies. And always she always sat there, humming along.
Every night I waited for her. When I heard her thoughts, when I felt her smell, I started to play.
For a year. A whole year. Without talking to each other.
One night, she never came. Next night the same thing. But I shouldn't care right. For a week she never showed up. But then she showed up. Acting like nothing. But I knew something was wrong. But I didn't want to read her thoughts. I didn't want to disturb, because I knew it would hurt her. But one night she showed up with a suitcase and a backpack. She didn't have to say anything. She knew I would know, that I would understand.
The same night as she sat beside me, she didn't space out in her thoughts or look at my fingers play on the organ. I turned around to her, as she looked at me with a blank expression. Then she slowly came closer, and closer. Not knowing what to do I was dumbfounded when I felt her soft lips touch my cold lips. She pulled me into a deeper kiss, embraced me lightly. Then I felt my arms embrace her, as I got to excited, it felt like I would suck out her soul. Before it could've got dangerous I pulled away my head from her, still letting my hand embrace her. That was when I was tears streaming down on her face, as she started to sob and laid her head against my hard thorax.
I was stupid who thought she would change her mind and not go. I was wrong. Once again she left me, she left me while crying.
If I say that I'm in pain, I'm scared that I'll really be in pain
If I say that I'm sad, I'm scared that I will shed my tears
I thought I would never love without a heart. I thought that this called pain never would come too me.
That girl. I still don't know her name. But it was the best this way. The only way.
The playing house.
Some people living in Seoul have said they've heard someone play a sad melody reapealty on an organ in this old house. One of the stories is that it's a ghost playing sad melodies. Some say it's the old story about the vampire. No one really knows. 'cause everytime someone has tried to get in there it has been possible. Some people has talked about demolish the old house. But so many people has protested against it, as the old house is beautiful and something you should take care of.
Nobody knows what to do. But for know, the goverment has decided to let the house stay where it is.
Future updates will come.