[One-shot] Miracle
Title: Miracle
Rating: PG-13 for Language (otherwise... totally G)
Pairing: Can you guess? ._.
A/N: This is a slash fic, so for those who KNOW they can't handle even the thought of it, prease to click the button with a little 'x' mark at the upper right hand corner of your screens. :D
580+ words… Anyway, sorry for the spacing. I prefer it like that because I like accentuating everything… well, almost. This was actually a challenge for me… When I saw the JaeJoong contest thing AGES AGO (and I mean AGES), I decided to write one. I knew that I wouldn’t be entering it though; (sinceI’msuchaloser) I just wanted to try it out since it’s for Joongie. SO! That is why the time when this is set has passed 5674378486 years ago. Sorry~ Anyway, DOZO~
“Aww… Jaejoong don’t be sad. We won, didn’t we?” The prick offered a sincere smile, topped off with his trademark wink.
But I wanted not a smile.
I wanted not a wink.
I wanted a miracle.
A miracle to get me off this fucking couch.
But NOTHING came.
Because a miracle…
It seemed like no one here offered.
“Jaejoongie~ We did it~”
Annoying. Little. Fucker. That is what you are.
“Aish. You’re too noisy. Go away… to where you’re wanted.”
“Omo… does that mean I’m not wanted here?”
“Go figure.”
“Ooh… the crippled is still feisty.”
Fuck you. Here I am, soaking in self pity, and you do nothing but rub it in? When you die, I can assure you you’ll rot in hell. Just look and try to see if anyone would care.
“That hit below the belt, you bastard.”
“Glad to know my aim’s still good.”
Largest prick that ever stuck to me.
“Oh my God. Shoot me now.”
“Well, gladly.”
I glared.
He glared back.
I bared my fangs.
He bared his too.
“God, why won’t you just leave me alone?”
Sick. Tired. Unhappy. Lonely. Worthless... I felt.
“Because I don’t want to.”
“That is the most immature thing I’ve EVER-” But still he wouldn’t leave me be.
He was cruel like that. Or so I thought.
“BECAUSE I CAN'T LET YOU SLIP OUT OF MY GRASP.” His voice was loud and clear, stunning me into silence. “If you let yourself drown… you might not make it back. So I got to hold on tight, if I ever want to see you smile again.” He looked straight into my eyes telling me this, while I fretfully averted my gaze.
“...”
“It’s precious… you know? You’re smile. It’s the only thing I ever want to see for the rest of my life.” He smirked. He fucking HAD the audacity to smirk after seeing me flustered.
He was a man of few good words. And even of fewer comprehensible English. So to be the one he directs his good words to… was highly disturbing.
I could do nothing but look down on my injured knee.
I was speechless.
“I want out.” I started, retreating.
Lock your feet in place JaeJoong. Try to stand up. Steady… steady. Shit.
I fell down.
Try… try again.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I want to go as far as this damned knee can take me away from where you are.”
He stood and walked up to my side.
“Sorry, no can do.” He bent down, securing his arms under my bent knees and on the upper half of my back.
“No shit you fucktard get your hands off.”
He shrugged.
He just shrugged. But it was enough to piss me off.
“Told you, I can’t.”
“WHY THE HELL IS THAT?! WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO SAY, ‘OH, JUST BECAUSE?!’ HUH?”
He was silenced.
And for the first time…
I thought I had won.
But then, he thoughtfully replied.
“Gotta pratice my grip… you know, exercise. I’ve told you already I wanna hold on forever and I just can’t afford to accidentally let go.” He finally straightened himself, and plucked me off the couch.
It took me a couple of seconds to actually realize that…
He got me out of it.
He got me OFF the couch.
His grip was quite good.
The prick offered a sincere smile, topped off with his trademark wink.
So I wanted not a smile.
I wanted not a wink.
I wanted a miracle.
A miracle to get me off this fucking couch.
And then HE came.
He was my miracle.
Yes.
That was exactly what he was.
And if it were possible, he was actually more.
Getting this out of my system ACTUALLY felt good. :x This has been rotting in my HD for a looonnnnggg time.
DO you know who the other guy is? It's a giveaway already, meh. :x
Rating: PG-13 for Language (otherwise... totally G)
Pairing: Can you guess? ._.
A/N: This is a slash fic, so for those who KNOW they can't handle even the thought of it, prease to click the button with a little 'x' mark at the upper right hand corner of your screens. :D
580+ words… Anyway, sorry for the spacing. I prefer it like that because I like accentuating everything… well, almost. This was actually a challenge for me… When I saw the JaeJoong contest thing AGES AGO (and I mean AGES), I decided to write one. I knew that I wouldn’t be entering it though; (sinceI’msuchaloser) I just wanted to try it out since it’s for Joongie. SO! That is why the time when this is set has passed 5674378486 years ago. Sorry~ Anyway, DOZO~
“Aww… Jaejoong don’t be sad. We won, didn’t we?” The prick offered a sincere smile, topped off with his trademark wink.
But I wanted not a smile.
I wanted not a wink.
I wanted a miracle.
A miracle to get me off this fucking couch.
But NOTHING came.
Because a miracle…
It seemed like no one here offered.
“Jaejoongie~ We did it~”
Annoying. Little. Fucker. That is what you are.
“Aish. You’re too noisy. Go away… to where you’re wanted.”
“Omo… does that mean I’m not wanted here?”
“Go figure.”
“Ooh… the crippled is still feisty.”
Fuck you. Here I am, soaking in self pity, and you do nothing but rub it in? When you die, I can assure you you’ll rot in hell. Just look and try to see if anyone would care.
“That hit below the belt, you bastard.”
“Glad to know my aim’s still good.”
Largest prick that ever stuck to me.
“Oh my God. Shoot me now.”
“Well, gladly.”
I glared.
He glared back.
I bared my fangs.
He bared his too.
“God, why won’t you just leave me alone?”
Sick. Tired. Unhappy. Lonely. Worthless... I felt.
“Because I don’t want to.”
“That is the most immature thing I’ve EVER-” But still he wouldn’t leave me be.
He was cruel like that. Or so I thought.
“BECAUSE I CAN'T LET YOU SLIP OUT OF MY GRASP.” His voice was loud and clear, stunning me into silence. “If you let yourself drown… you might not make it back. So I got to hold on tight, if I ever want to see you smile again.” He looked straight into my eyes telling me this, while I fretfully averted my gaze.
“...”
“It’s precious… you know? You’re smile. It’s the only thing I ever want to see for the rest of my life.” He smirked. He fucking HAD the audacity to smirk after seeing me flustered.
He was a man of few good words. And even of fewer comprehensible English. So to be the one he directs his good words to… was highly disturbing.
I could do nothing but look down on my injured knee.
I was speechless.
“I want out.” I started, retreating.
Lock your feet in place JaeJoong. Try to stand up. Steady… steady. Shit.
I fell down.
Try… try again.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I want to go as far as this damned knee can take me away from where you are.”
He stood and walked up to my side.
“Sorry, no can do.” He bent down, securing his arms under my bent knees and on the upper half of my back.
“No shit you fucktard get your hands off.”
He shrugged.
He just shrugged. But it was enough to piss me off.
“Told you, I can’t.”
“WHY THE HELL IS THAT?! WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO SAY, ‘OH, JUST BECAUSE?!’ HUH?”
He was silenced.
And for the first time…
I thought I had won.
But then, he thoughtfully replied.
“Gotta pratice my grip… you know, exercise. I’ve told you already I wanna hold on forever and I just can’t afford to accidentally let go.” He finally straightened himself, and plucked me off the couch.
It took me a couple of seconds to actually realize that…
He got me out of it.
He got me OFF the couch.
His grip was quite good.
The prick offered a sincere smile, topped off with his trademark wink.
So I wanted not a smile.
I wanted not a wink.
I wanted a miracle.
A miracle to get me off this fucking couch.
And then HE came.
He was my miracle.
Yes.
That was exactly what he was.
And if it were possible, he was actually more.
Getting this out of my system ACTUALLY felt good. :x This has been rotting in my HD for a looonnnnggg time.
DO you know who the other guy is? It's a giveaway already, meh. :x