ONESHOT | Why?
Why?
pg-13 | angst, romance | oneshot
aitakutemo
then why? why can't you like them like you like them?
Why?
Why can’t you see them like you see them?
Those hands are soft, just like them… those strands are straight and silky, just like them… those eyes are big and round, just like them… those gestures are graceful and elegant, just like them…
Then why? Why can’t you like them like you like them?
Why can’t you touch them like they are precious to you? Why can’t you gaze over them like you are in a thirst that would never be satisfied?
Geez, the answer is simple, right?
She is not him. Not him. Not once, and will never be. Heck, she’s not even close to him.
She could pout and sulk all she wants but you would never have the urge to kiss her pink lips as a way to silence her, before pulling her into your embrace and wait until those annoyed curls disappear.
She could prepare the most delicious food in the world; international food that you can’t even pronounce the name right, and you would still crave for his too-spicy homemade kimchi, although it might take all your guts to taste even a lick of it.
She could brush dirt from your shoulder as many times as she wants, pretending or not, real dirt or just an imaginary one, but you would only think of his once in a lifetime act as something so special that should be memorized.
She could synchronize her body with you as you both hit the dance floor and beat your bodies to the loud and fast rhythms of the song, but it wouldn’t beat even a slow-mo (and a little bit dorky) dance he and you did in the dark and empty studio that the two of you sneak in to after practice. Unlike her, he can’t dance that good, but you actually like guiding him through the steps.
She could kiss you like there’s no tomorrow; kiss your mouth, lick your lips, suck your tongue, and mewl or purr in return. All packed in one passionate move. She could even use those lip glosses to sweeten the taste of her lips, but it wouldn’t be sweeter than those secret kisses you shared together in between the little breaks you could sneak to.
Her eyes could look gloomy, teary and all those things that would make people cringe when seeing her in the verge of tear, but nothing would break your heart more than the look he has whenever he’s sitting alone in those rainy days. Gazing to the crystal clear window, eyeing every single drop of rain as it hit glass surface.
Or when he’s searching for something that he couldn’t find in your eyes, as you told him your, no wait, it was more like your parents’ decision, of marrying her;
“Yunho-ya… why…?”
Why?
“Why?”
You pause,
Why did you do that to him? To you?
Wait,
So then… what exactly are you doing here?
Why are you here doing all these things for them? Why are you here while your mind, your soul, your body, your simply being long to be in his side? To stay close to him? To breathe the same air as he does?
Doubts, thoughts, faces, memories, all those things start filling your brain, but your mind is already set into one conclusion, and one only;
Him.
You reach for your car key and dash towards the door, ignoring the confuse look your best man gives when he sees you running to the parking area.
You know your father would be furious with your act, and your mother would only hopelessly hangs her head and cries over how you have ashamed your family. But for this once, just this once…
To let you choose your own decision…
You plug the key and step the gas pedal,
“Jae… wait for me…”
originally posted here.
pg-13 | angst, romance | oneshot
aitakutemo
then why? why can't you like them like you like them?
Why?
Why can’t you see them like you see them?
Those hands are soft, just like them… those strands are straight and silky, just like them… those eyes are big and round, just like them… those gestures are graceful and elegant, just like them…
Then why? Why can’t you like them like you like them?
Why can’t you touch them like they are precious to you? Why can’t you gaze over them like you are in a thirst that would never be satisfied?
Geez, the answer is simple, right?
She is not him. Not him. Not once, and will never be. Heck, she’s not even close to him.
She could pout and sulk all she wants but you would never have the urge to kiss her pink lips as a way to silence her, before pulling her into your embrace and wait until those annoyed curls disappear.
She could prepare the most delicious food in the world; international food that you can’t even pronounce the name right, and you would still crave for his too-spicy homemade kimchi, although it might take all your guts to taste even a lick of it.
She could brush dirt from your shoulder as many times as she wants, pretending or not, real dirt or just an imaginary one, but you would only think of his once in a lifetime act as something so special that should be memorized.
She could synchronize her body with you as you both hit the dance floor and beat your bodies to the loud and fast rhythms of the song, but it wouldn’t beat even a slow-mo (and a little bit dorky) dance he and you did in the dark and empty studio that the two of you sneak in to after practice. Unlike her, he can’t dance that good, but you actually like guiding him through the steps.
She could kiss you like there’s no tomorrow; kiss your mouth, lick your lips, suck your tongue, and mewl or purr in return. All packed in one passionate move. She could even use those lip glosses to sweeten the taste of her lips, but it wouldn’t be sweeter than those secret kisses you shared together in between the little breaks you could sneak to.
Her eyes could look gloomy, teary and all those things that would make people cringe when seeing her in the verge of tear, but nothing would break your heart more than the look he has whenever he’s sitting alone in those rainy days. Gazing to the crystal clear window, eyeing every single drop of rain as it hit glass surface.
Or when he’s searching for something that he couldn’t find in your eyes, as you told him your, no wait, it was more like your parents’ decision, of marrying her;
“Yunho-ya… why…?”
Why?
“Why?”
You pause,
Why did you do that to him? To you?
Wait,
So then… what exactly are you doing here?
Why are you here doing all these things for them? Why are you here while your mind, your soul, your body, your simply being long to be in his side? To stay close to him? To breathe the same air as he does?
Doubts, thoughts, faces, memories, all those things start filling your brain, but your mind is already set into one conclusion, and one only;
Him.
You reach for your car key and dash towards the door, ignoring the confuse look your best man gives when he sees you running to the parking area.
You know your father would be furious with your act, and your mother would only hopelessly hangs her head and cries over how you have ashamed your family. But for this once, just this once…
To let you choose your own decision…
You plug the key and step the gas pedal,
“Jae… wait for me…”
originally posted here.