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Title: Keep Breathing
Author: Amanda
Rating: PG (wow, props to me meng)
Pairing: Taengsic
Author Note: Inspired by this song Ingrid Michealson- Keep Breathing Listen to it, otherwise you might not understand this.
Disclaimer: It's all bullmodashit
Keep Breathing
the storm is coming,
Scarlet Letter written to Taecyeon,
Kpop star arrested for having sex with a minor,
2PM Jaebeom not coming back,
2PM fans go crazy, bashing 2PM
As you scroll down the news site the headlines stare at you, asking you to comment about it,
daring you to do so even though you're a kpop star yourself. When did it become this way you wonder. When did you become so much more then just an entertainer? Why would people worry about trivial things like this, it's not like the world is ending.
You click on the last headline and look at the comments, the hateful comments and your heart aches. You may not be best friends with 2PM, but you too are an entertainer. Your head spins, it shouldn't be like this, this is not what you wanted when you came into this world. You feel numb as you type the words out, arguments why the fans shouldn't leave their fandom, that what they were doing is quite well, dumb. The cursor is on the send button but something stops you, something always stops you, so you end up clicking the red cross instead. You stand up, pick up the book next to the laptop, plop on the bed and start reading even though the words don't register in your head.
but I don't mind.
people are dying,
You see the other members struggle with fame, they're slowly being consumed by all the media attention that they get. Even though they take everything with a smile you can see what's beneath the thick surface, you're being consumed too after all. With every negative article they see about themselves they die a little, you all die a little. But you're an entertainer, you are supposed to entertain them with smiles, not frowns. You suck it all up, like you should and try to ignore everything that is swung to your head, to their heads as well.
I close my blinds.
I want to change the world,
Change, whole mankind has agreed that there has to be change. There are too many bad things in this world, everyone knows it. From big things like AIDS, poverty to (what you believe) small things like having crazy fans that worry over to people having the same necklace or ring.
Since you're an entertainer you have more 'power' than 'normal' people, you want to voice out. About the right and the wrongs about this world, you want to change it. Instead your voice gets stuck in wae nuhman nuhman moreuni* and nothing else seems to come out anymore other than Oh oh oh oh oppareul saranghae*.
As the day ends (way too late) you slip underneath your blanket and close your eyes.
Nothing was said today, nothing will be said tomorrow.
instead, I sleep
I want to believe,
Leaning forward you press your forehead against the window. It's cool in comparison to your burning head. The door creaks, footsteps are heard and someone lays their hand softly on your shoulder and whispers in your ear.
“you should rest.”
You nod but do nothing. She huffs and you see in the reflection of the glass that she smiles.
“I made you chicken soup.”
You give a weak grin as you turn around to face her.
“you shouldn't have Taengoo”
Even though it doesn't sound like it, it's a sign of gratitude, being like this is the way you function.
Cold lips are pressed onto your hot ones. After the kiss a meek “I did it anyway Sica” is whispered as she stares deeply in your eyes.
You want to push her away, you want to believe that she's holding you down from doing things you should. But in reality the only thing the leader does is catch you when you slip and fall. Yet you want to believe in more than love.
As she stares in your eyes with so much affection that you're quite overwhelmed, you wonder why you ever thought that way.
in more then you and me
all we can do is keep breathing,
all we can do is keep breathing,
all we can do is keep breathing,
now...
The end
Lolkay, leave comments or imma cut you~
Also I'm probably going to start an ongoing Jungcest fic, but I'm not really sure, since it's an eh, 'forbidden' topic and
I was wondering, who's up for it? Tell me in your comment please, so I can know if I really should write or not.
Author: Amanda
Rating: PG (wow, props to me meng)
Pairing: Taengsic
Author Note: Inspired by this song Ingrid Michealson- Keep Breathing Listen to it, otherwise you might not understand this.
Disclaimer: It's all bullmodashit
Keep Breathing
the storm is coming,
Scarlet Letter written to Taecyeon,
Kpop star arrested for having sex with a minor,
2PM Jaebeom not coming back,
2PM fans go crazy, bashing 2PM
As you scroll down the news site the headlines stare at you, asking you to comment about it,
daring you to do so even though you're a kpop star yourself. When did it become this way you wonder. When did you become so much more then just an entertainer? Why would people worry about trivial things like this, it's not like the world is ending.
You click on the last headline and look at the comments, the hateful comments and your heart aches. You may not be best friends with 2PM, but you too are an entertainer. Your head spins, it shouldn't be like this, this is not what you wanted when you came into this world. You feel numb as you type the words out, arguments why the fans shouldn't leave their fandom, that what they were doing is quite well, dumb. The cursor is on the send button but something stops you, something always stops you, so you end up clicking the red cross instead. You stand up, pick up the book next to the laptop, plop on the bed and start reading even though the words don't register in your head.
but I don't mind.
people are dying,
You see the other members struggle with fame, they're slowly being consumed by all the media attention that they get. Even though they take everything with a smile you can see what's beneath the thick surface, you're being consumed too after all. With every negative article they see about themselves they die a little, you all die a little. But you're an entertainer, you are supposed to entertain them with smiles, not frowns. You suck it all up, like you should and try to ignore everything that is swung to your head, to their heads as well.
I close my blinds.
I want to change the world,
Change, whole mankind has agreed that there has to be change. There are too many bad things in this world, everyone knows it. From big things like AIDS, poverty to (what you believe) small things like having crazy fans that worry over to people having the same necklace or ring.
Since you're an entertainer you have more 'power' than 'normal' people, you want to voice out. About the right and the wrongs about this world, you want to change it. Instead your voice gets stuck in wae nuhman nuhman moreuni* and nothing else seems to come out anymore other than Oh oh oh oh oppareul saranghae*.
As the day ends (way too late) you slip underneath your blanket and close your eyes.
Nothing was said today, nothing will be said tomorrow.
instead, I sleep
I want to believe,
Leaning forward you press your forehead against the window. It's cool in comparison to your burning head. The door creaks, footsteps are heard and someone lays their hand softly on your shoulder and whispers in your ear.
“you should rest.”
You nod but do nothing. She huffs and you see in the reflection of the glass that she smiles.
“I made you chicken soup.”
You give a weak grin as you turn around to face her.
“you shouldn't have Taengoo”
Even though it doesn't sound like it, it's a sign of gratitude, being like this is the way you function.
Cold lips are pressed onto your hot ones. After the kiss a meek “I did it anyway Sica” is whispered as she stares deeply in your eyes.
You want to push her away, you want to believe that she's holding you down from doing things you should. But in reality the only thing the leader does is catch you when you slip and fall. Yet you want to believe in more than love.
As she stares in your eyes with so much affection that you're quite overwhelmed, you wonder why you ever thought that way.
in more then you and me
all we can do is keep breathing,
all we can do is keep breathing,
all we can do is keep breathing,
now...
The end
Lolkay, leave comments or imma cut you~
Also I'm probably going to start an ongoing Jungcest fic, but I'm not really sure, since it's an eh, 'forbidden' topic and
I was wondering, who's up for it? Tell me in your comment please, so I can know if I really should write or not.