Network escape
Title: Network escape
Author:
swallow_nest
Pairings: 2Jun
Rating: PG-15
Summary: you're my escape; and I don't even know you.
Type box:
I tell myself I won't and yet I do it. I get attached too easily. It's nothing, we just talk. It's a game. I'm bored. Yet, I wait for you so we can talk. It's not love, it's not like, it's not even close to friendship. It's just attachment. And as easily I get attached as easily I hurt.
But you're not to blame.
I'm the idiot here. I wait for your replies; I write you and wait, because that’s all I can do. I wait for the black letter to display on my screen. Even if I go out - out to the cruel world, I want to run… I want to run to you, because you’re my escape. It’s funny, don’t you think?
I don’t know you. For all I know you’re some 50 years old geezer who is after some young, naïve 12 years old who says he’s legal. But you’re my escape. You’re the first person I see if it’s online; if it replied to my message after you went offline… You let me breath.
Maybe it’s because I don’t know you; maybe it’s because you don’t know me. I feel like I can tell you whatever I want; I feel like I can act however I want because we don’t know each other. For half a year we haven’t even shared our names. It’s because I don’t care what you will think of me, what your opinion will be of the person who I am. It’s because you don’t care either. We just talk about everyday life, we tease each other, we play games, we say goodnight. Maybe it’s because of that.
But sometimes I feel hurt. Seeing you won’t write me even if you’re online, waiting for me to write first.
But you’re really not to blame.
It’s me; I let my walls fall, just because it was a game; because I was bored; because it was nothing. I blindly let you pass, because I didn’t expect anything from you and you grew to me. Your words grew to me… But no - this is not like, this is not love. You’re just my escape and….
dj-of-life says: hey, dumbass; you here?
joker’s mask says: what do you want, idiot?
dj-of-life says: I was looking at that pen indicating you are writing
dj-of-life says: for 20min now
dj-of-life says: don’t tell me you were writing me a love letter, dear
joker’s mask says: Oh, you wish you would receive one, dickhead
joker’s mask says: 20min - wow
joker’s mask says: and were you stalking me?
dj-of-life says: but of course
dj-of-life says: not
joker’s mask says: caring as always
joker’s mask says: I love you too
dj-of-life says: It’s mutual then
dj-of-life says: <3
dj-of-life says: someday I will hear it live, kitty
joker’s mask says: dream on, freak
dj-of-life says: but I’m betting my ass on it, princess
dj-of-life says: anyway - how was your day
joker’s mask says: like any other
joker’s mask says: yours?
dj-of-life says: you know, I missed ya a little
joker’s mask says: are you drunk or something?
joker’s mask says: or are you not the dickhead I usually talk to?
dj-of-life says: I’m trying to be serious for once
dj-of-life says: I’m not kidding
dj-of-life says: dude, for real.
joker’s mask says: wait a minute
dj-of-life says: yea, go and block me
dj-of-life says: joker’s mask says: I told you to wait a minute
joker’s mask says: weren’t you being serious?
dj-of-life says: … okay
joker’s mask says: I tell myself I won't and yet I do it. I get attached too easily. It's nothing, we just talk. It's a game. I'm bored. Yet, I wait for you so we can talk. It's not love, it's not like, it's not even close to friendship. It's just attachment. And as easily I get attached as easily I hurt.
But you're not to blame.
I'm the idiot here. I wait for your replies; I write you and wait, because that’s all I can do. I wait for the black letter to display on my screen. Even if I go out - out to the cruel world, I want to run… I want to run to you, because you’re my escape. It’s funny, don’t you think?
I don’t know you. For all I know you’re some 50 years old geezer who is after some young, naïve 12 years old who says he’s legal. But you’re my escape. You’re the first person I see if it’s online; if it replied to my message after you went offline… You let me breath.
Maybe it’s because I don’t know you; maybe it’s because you don’t know me. I feel like I can tell you whatever I want; I feel like I can act however I want because we don’t know each other. For half a year we haven’t even shared our names. It’s because I don’t care what you will think of me, what your opinion will be of the person who I am. It’s because you don’t care either. We just talk about everyday life, we tease each other, we play games, we say goodnight. Maybe it’s because of that.
But sometimes I feel hurt. Seeing you won’t write me even if you’re online, waiting for me to write first.
But you’re really not to blame.
It’s me; I let my walls fall, just because it was a game; because I was bored; because it was nothing. I blindly let you pass, because I didn’t expect anything from you and you grew to me. Your words grew to me… But no - this is not like, this is not love. You’re just my escape and…
joker’s mask says: this is what I wrote for 20min
joker’s mask says: but you know what?
joker’s mask says: Fuck it. I do want to get to know you.
joker’s mask says: I want someone out there who I can act like I act now
joker’s mask says: and now you block me and run.
dj-of-life says: I’m Yoon Doojoon and I’m not a 50 years old perverted geezer after 12 years old kid; I’m 23 and if you’re 12 years old I swear I’m going to kick your ass.
dj-of-life says: I’m a senior in management too.
joker’s mask says: ....I’m Yong Junhyung and I’m 23, don’t worry. Senior in arts department.
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No, this is not what I've been writing to take my mind of...
It just got out of my head, because I'm in some shitty mood. I don't know.
Something's just bothering me and I started typing and yea... you have this here.
Actually it get's a little further, but I'm cutting it to here,
Not to mention I had another ending in mind.
Author:
swallow_nest
Pairings: 2Jun
Rating: PG-15
Summary: you're my escape; and I don't even know you.
Type box:
I tell myself I won't and yet I do it. I get attached too easily. It's nothing, we just talk. It's a game. I'm bored. Yet, I wait for you so we can talk. It's not love, it's not like, it's not even close to friendship. It's just attachment. And as easily I get attached as easily I hurt.
But you're not to blame.
I'm the idiot here. I wait for your replies; I write you and wait, because that’s all I can do. I wait for the black letter to display on my screen. Even if I go out - out to the cruel world, I want to run… I want to run to you, because you’re my escape. It’s funny, don’t you think?
I don’t know you. For all I know you’re some 50 years old geezer who is after some young, naïve 12 years old who says he’s legal. But you’re my escape. You’re the first person I see if it’s online; if it replied to my message after you went offline… You let me breath.
Maybe it’s because I don’t know you; maybe it’s because you don’t know me. I feel like I can tell you whatever I want; I feel like I can act however I want because we don’t know each other. For half a year we haven’t even shared our names. It’s because I don’t care what you will think of me, what your opinion will be of the person who I am. It’s because you don’t care either. We just talk about everyday life, we tease each other, we play games, we say goodnight. Maybe it’s because of that.
But sometimes I feel hurt. Seeing you won’t write me even if you’re online, waiting for me to write first.
But you’re really not to blame.
It’s me; I let my walls fall, just because it was a game; because I was bored; because it was nothing. I blindly let you pass, because I didn’t expect anything from you and you grew to me. Your words grew to me… But no - this is not like, this is not love. You’re just my escape and….
dj-of-life says: hey, dumbass; you here?
joker’s mask says: what do you want, idiot?
dj-of-life says: I was looking at that pen indicating you are writing
dj-of-life says: for 20min now
dj-of-life says: don’t tell me you were writing me a love letter, dear
joker’s mask says: Oh, you wish you would receive one, dickhead
joker’s mask says: 20min - wow
joker’s mask says: and were you stalking me?
dj-of-life says: but of course
dj-of-life says: not
joker’s mask says: caring as always
joker’s mask says: I love you too
dj-of-life says: It’s mutual then
dj-of-life says: <3
dj-of-life says: someday I will hear it live, kitty
joker’s mask says: dream on, freak
dj-of-life says: but I’m betting my ass on it, princess
dj-of-life says: anyway - how was your day
joker’s mask says: like any other
joker’s mask says: yours?
dj-of-life says: you know, I missed ya a little
joker’s mask says: are you drunk or something?
joker’s mask says: or are you not the dickhead I usually talk to?
dj-of-life says: I’m trying to be serious for once
dj-of-life says: I’m not kidding
dj-of-life says: dude, for real.
joker’s mask says: wait a minute
dj-of-life says: yea, go and block me
dj-of-life says: joker’s mask says: I told you to wait a minute
joker’s mask says: weren’t you being serious?
dj-of-life says: … okay
joker’s mask says: I tell myself I won't and yet I do it. I get attached too easily. It's nothing, we just talk. It's a game. I'm bored. Yet, I wait for you so we can talk. It's not love, it's not like, it's not even close to friendship. It's just attachment. And as easily I get attached as easily I hurt.
But you're not to blame.
I'm the idiot here. I wait for your replies; I write you and wait, because that’s all I can do. I wait for the black letter to display on my screen. Even if I go out - out to the cruel world, I want to run… I want to run to you, because you’re my escape. It’s funny, don’t you think?
I don’t know you. For all I know you’re some 50 years old geezer who is after some young, naïve 12 years old who says he’s legal. But you’re my escape. You’re the first person I see if it’s online; if it replied to my message after you went offline… You let me breath.
Maybe it’s because I don’t know you; maybe it’s because you don’t know me. I feel like I can tell you whatever I want; I feel like I can act however I want because we don’t know each other. For half a year we haven’t even shared our names. It’s because I don’t care what you will think of me, what your opinion will be of the person who I am. It’s because you don’t care either. We just talk about everyday life, we tease each other, we play games, we say goodnight. Maybe it’s because of that.
But sometimes I feel hurt. Seeing you won’t write me even if you’re online, waiting for me to write first.
But you’re really not to blame.
It’s me; I let my walls fall, just because it was a game; because I was bored; because it was nothing. I blindly let you pass, because I didn’t expect anything from you and you grew to me. Your words grew to me… But no - this is not like, this is not love. You’re just my escape and…
joker’s mask says: this is what I wrote for 20min
joker’s mask says: but you know what?
joker’s mask says: Fuck it. I do want to get to know you.
joker’s mask says: I want someone out there who I can act like I act now
joker’s mask says: and now you block me and run.
dj-of-life says: I’m Yoon Doojoon and I’m not a 50 years old perverted geezer after 12 years old kid; I’m 23 and if you’re 12 years old I swear I’m going to kick your ass.
dj-of-life says: I’m a senior in management too.
joker’s mask says: ....I’m Yong Junhyung and I’m 23, don’t worry. Senior in arts department.
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No, this is not what I've been writing to take my mind of...
It just got out of my head, because I'm in some shitty mood. I don't know.
Something's just bothering me and I started typing and yea... you have this here.
Actually it get's a little further, but I'm cutting it to here,
Not to mention I had another ending in mind.