Without You (GRi drabble)
There is no such thing as wrong love.
You told me those exact same words and made me possibly the happiest, most confident man in the world. Happy, because I knew you’d understand what I’d been hiding for so long; confident, because I knew you’d accept it and make my biggest dream come true.
But I was wrong.
I told you the words my heart had been screaming for so long. I told you the words I muttered in my sleep night after night. I had finally told you, “Kwon Ji Yong, I love you,” with high anticipation of a good reception.
Except I didn’t receive that.
In turn, the words you said were, “I’m the wrong person, Seung Ri. This is the wrong time, and simply the wrong place for this. I’m sorry but this relationship is wrong.”
With that said, is wrong love still impossible?
There’s just love that’s a little dangerous.
I didn’t want to believe it, but you proved yourself correct once again. You didn’t say in what way it was dangerous, and it attacked me in every way possible.
I stopped eating, because I never had the appetite. I stopped dancing, because I knew I couldn’t impress you any more. I stopped singing, because I felt my voice never needed to be heard again.
I became very clumsy. I’d burn myself while cooking-not to mention burn the food as well. I’d trip over air, tumble down stairs, faint without warning, and I had to be sent to hospitals over and over again.
I had been suffering this much, and you didn’t make things better by bringing her along. You two would go on dates, make your contact, and whisper your sweet words-all before my eyes. Dammit, hyung! Don’t you have any mercy?
I couldn’t sleep any more. Each night I’d be haunted by the thoughts of you and your girl. I grew thinner, paler than I was to begin with. The dark circles around my eyes grew more prominent, and I looked like a fuckin’ zombie!
“Pull yourself together,” you’d tell me. Cut the crap, hyung! I looked awful, I felt horrible, because of you, and you still had the urge to tell me to stop acting this way? Shut up and fuck off.
Do you want further proof of the monster you’ve created?
Love is eleven meters,
Eleven meters-the height of fear. Love is frightening, especially from a guy that’s been beaten and battered to his extremes. And you know very well what eleven meters can do to a heartbroken man.
You’ve driven me crazy, and insanity can make a person do some pretty harmful stuff, did you know? A man can commit suicide, commit murder, shoot people all because he’s been pushed to his limits. I could do all these very well.
I could hunt down your girl. I could abuse her the same way you made me abuse myself. I could give her the same bruises that covered my own body. I could show her the hell of the life you put me through. I could do all these and finally break you two apart.
I could do these, why? Because you broke my heart. Because you made my life a living nightmare. Because you didn’t care about me at all, so why should I care about your girlfriend? But I won’t do anything, just because despite what you’ve caused, I still love you.
Eleven meters. That’s nothing compared to what I’ve been going through.
When you’re missing 2%
2% is such a small value, yet how could it mean so much to one person? Two percent, that’s hardly seen, but how did missing that break my life into a million tiny pieces?
Two percent is more than two percent. Two percent is my life. Two percent is you, Kwon Ji Yong. My life is a wreck without my two percent. Can’t you see? My life is nothing when I’m missing you.
You are the two percent that keeps me alive, the small value that is my lifeline. How did a love so big and so true disguise itself as one of such smallness and unimportance?
You were the two percent I woke up to each morning, the person I couldn’t bear not to see each day. You were the meaning of my existence, and you crushed my heart.
Kwon Ji Yong, you had introduced me to your girlfriend, and I felt my heart stop beating once and for all. You told me you two had been together for some time now, and my life became permanently dark after that day. You had her when you told me that wrong love was impossible. You had her when you said love could only be a little dangerous. You had her all that time, and you never bothered to tell me sooner-that would have helped me even in the tiniest bit.
Now because of your mistake, I’m living in the shadows of the past, cowering in the hopes of having you back. You tore apart my heart and shattered my life, and I can’t understand how you still deserve to be called my two percent.
What went wrong, hyung? Where did I go wrong? What mistake did I commit? I loved you from the very start, but you didn’t see that. You overlooked me, simply because you thought I was just a silly boy. You never bothered to think that I had feelings, too.
Why did you have to give me up for her? Wasn’t I good enough for you? I could love you more than anyone else in the world could. I could give you the good feeling of being in love. I could be the happiness you’d wake up to every morning. I could sacrifice my life for you, but you never gave me the chance.
Tell me, how could I still love you, hyung? How could I still feel the same for you, even after all you did to me? Tell me, how could I still make you my two percent, when you simply left me to lie in the pain of heart break?
There is no such thing as wrong love, just a relationship not well planned out. Then there’s love that’s dangerously out of control. Love is my day to day hell, when I’m without you, Kwon Ji Yong.
AN: Yeah, this is a fresh take on Ji and Ri's 2% CF--I know it's late. Anyway, this is for dear haelin unni! I hope you enjoyed it.
You told me those exact same words and made me possibly the happiest, most confident man in the world. Happy, because I knew you’d understand what I’d been hiding for so long; confident, because I knew you’d accept it and make my biggest dream come true.
But I was wrong.
I told you the words my heart had been screaming for so long. I told you the words I muttered in my sleep night after night. I had finally told you, “Kwon Ji Yong, I love you,” with high anticipation of a good reception.
Except I didn’t receive that.
In turn, the words you said were, “I’m the wrong person, Seung Ri. This is the wrong time, and simply the wrong place for this. I’m sorry but this relationship is wrong.”
With that said, is wrong love still impossible?
There’s just love that’s a little dangerous.
I didn’t want to believe it, but you proved yourself correct once again. You didn’t say in what way it was dangerous, and it attacked me in every way possible.
I stopped eating, because I never had the appetite. I stopped dancing, because I knew I couldn’t impress you any more. I stopped singing, because I felt my voice never needed to be heard again.
I became very clumsy. I’d burn myself while cooking-not to mention burn the food as well. I’d trip over air, tumble down stairs, faint without warning, and I had to be sent to hospitals over and over again.
I had been suffering this much, and you didn’t make things better by bringing her along. You two would go on dates, make your contact, and whisper your sweet words-all before my eyes. Dammit, hyung! Don’t you have any mercy?
I couldn’t sleep any more. Each night I’d be haunted by the thoughts of you and your girl. I grew thinner, paler than I was to begin with. The dark circles around my eyes grew more prominent, and I looked like a fuckin’ zombie!
“Pull yourself together,” you’d tell me. Cut the crap, hyung! I looked awful, I felt horrible, because of you, and you still had the urge to tell me to stop acting this way? Shut up and fuck off.
Do you want further proof of the monster you’ve created?
Love is eleven meters,
Eleven meters-the height of fear. Love is frightening, especially from a guy that’s been beaten and battered to his extremes. And you know very well what eleven meters can do to a heartbroken man.
You’ve driven me crazy, and insanity can make a person do some pretty harmful stuff, did you know? A man can commit suicide, commit murder, shoot people all because he’s been pushed to his limits. I could do all these very well.
I could hunt down your girl. I could abuse her the same way you made me abuse myself. I could give her the same bruises that covered my own body. I could show her the hell of the life you put me through. I could do all these and finally break you two apart.
I could do these, why? Because you broke my heart. Because you made my life a living nightmare. Because you didn’t care about me at all, so why should I care about your girlfriend? But I won’t do anything, just because despite what you’ve caused, I still love you.
Eleven meters. That’s nothing compared to what I’ve been going through.
When you’re missing 2%
2% is such a small value, yet how could it mean so much to one person? Two percent, that’s hardly seen, but how did missing that break my life into a million tiny pieces?
Two percent is more than two percent. Two percent is my life. Two percent is you, Kwon Ji Yong. My life is a wreck without my two percent. Can’t you see? My life is nothing when I’m missing you.
You are the two percent that keeps me alive, the small value that is my lifeline. How did a love so big and so true disguise itself as one of such smallness and unimportance?
You were the two percent I woke up to each morning, the person I couldn’t bear not to see each day. You were the meaning of my existence, and you crushed my heart.
Kwon Ji Yong, you had introduced me to your girlfriend, and I felt my heart stop beating once and for all. You told me you two had been together for some time now, and my life became permanently dark after that day. You had her when you told me that wrong love was impossible. You had her when you said love could only be a little dangerous. You had her all that time, and you never bothered to tell me sooner-that would have helped me even in the tiniest bit.
Now because of your mistake, I’m living in the shadows of the past, cowering in the hopes of having you back. You tore apart my heart and shattered my life, and I can’t understand how you still deserve to be called my two percent.
What went wrong, hyung? Where did I go wrong? What mistake did I commit? I loved you from the very start, but you didn’t see that. You overlooked me, simply because you thought I was just a silly boy. You never bothered to think that I had feelings, too.
Why did you have to give me up for her? Wasn’t I good enough for you? I could love you more than anyone else in the world could. I could give you the good feeling of being in love. I could be the happiness you’d wake up to every morning. I could sacrifice my life for you, but you never gave me the chance.
Tell me, how could I still love you, hyung? How could I still feel the same for you, even after all you did to me? Tell me, how could I still make you my two percent, when you simply left me to lie in the pain of heart break?
There is no such thing as wrong love, just a relationship not well planned out. Then there’s love that’s dangerously out of control. Love is my day to day hell, when I’m without you, Kwon Ji Yong.
AN: Yeah, this is a fresh take on Ji and Ri's 2% CF--I know it's late. Anyway, this is for dear haelin unni! I hope you enjoyed it.