Fragile
Title: Fragile
Pairings: Jongkey
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG Genre: Angst
Author : decembersummer
Summary: He is fragile.
A/N: A short sad drabble.
You know that pale face guy.
He's fragile.
A part of him is falling apart. At least he still kept his composure, his hair was still style and his cooking was still delicious. But his words were no longer there. His silence wasn't very welcoming and it made everyone worried. Whenever they asked him, he would emphasizing that he is alright, only preferring the silence. A big part of them didn't believe but nothing could be done either.
He is fine but not that fine. His head is jumbled up in a big mess. His screams are stuck at his throat. They are so many thing he need to catch up with; dance, singing, English and so many others. He tired actually, damn fuck up tired. Both physically and mentally.
Some silent tears did help. He would lie down on bed late at night and wait for it. Wait for those tears to start streaming down his cheeks, silence streaming ones. He isn't crying because no sound could be heard, he was just tearing, maybe. And that process would repeat every single day. He would hug himself very tightly and fall asleep early in the morning , cheeks wet.
The story didn't end here though. In every morning his cheek would be tear free. And he would be surrounded by a familiar warmth. Two strong hands hanged loosely around his waist after cleaning off those heartbreakers tears with his bare hands.
No warm would ever replace his. He knew that so damn clearly. No matter how much warmth and tightness the other members gave him, he didn't feel complete.
Kim Ki Bum couldn't be complete without Kim Jong Hyun.
Pairings: Jongkey
Word Count: 273
Rating: PG Genre: Angst
Author : decembersummer
Summary: He is fragile.
A/N: A short sad drabble.
You know that pale face guy.
He's fragile.
A part of him is falling apart. At least he still kept his composure, his hair was still style and his cooking was still delicious. But his words were no longer there. His silence wasn't very welcoming and it made everyone worried. Whenever they asked him, he would emphasizing that he is alright, only preferring the silence. A big part of them didn't believe but nothing could be done either.
He is fine but not that fine. His head is jumbled up in a big mess. His screams are stuck at his throat. They are so many thing he need to catch up with; dance, singing, English and so many others. He tired actually, damn fuck up tired. Both physically and mentally.
Some silent tears did help. He would lie down on bed late at night and wait for it. Wait for those tears to start streaming down his cheeks, silence streaming ones. He isn't crying because no sound could be heard, he was just tearing, maybe. And that process would repeat every single day. He would hug himself very tightly and fall asleep early in the morning , cheeks wet.
The story didn't end here though. In every morning his cheek would be tear free. And he would be surrounded by a familiar warmth. Two strong hands hanged loosely around his waist after cleaning off those heartbreakers tears with his bare hands.
No warm would ever replace his. He knew that so damn clearly. No matter how much warmth and tightness the other members gave him, he didn't feel complete.
Kim Ki Bum couldn't be complete without Kim Jong Hyun.