[Fic] Chocies (formerly Silver Thread): Prologue (PG-13)
Title: Choices (previously titled Silver Thread)
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong/fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: character death (later), teenage pregnancy, mild language
Genre: friendship, drama
A/N: Hello, fellow writers! This is my first time posting here. Please enjoy my story, my pride and joy =)
Summary: Although rarely sought and found, they say the silver thread is the most beautiful among the two.
Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ;
Forewords
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There are two kinds of special bonds in this world: Two special kinds of strings that tie people together.
One of them is the red thread, the bond that signifies romantic love: True love, fated chance of two people destined to be together. It roots from the very core of a person’s heart. It is like an addicting drug, like fire igniting a passionate connection that can only be defined with hearts being bonded together. Most common but hardly ever unbroken, it is a bond that could either mean a person’s happiness or destruction. A piece of fragile string that will either stand out the test of time, or simply be cut.
The second one is the silver thread, the bond that symbolizes a different kind of love. It signifies friendship: true friendship that forms from the very roots of the soul. It connects two strangers together by the essence of their person. It is like water- calm, enriching, warm and easily molded, adjusted and shaped. Most rare but hardly ever broken, it is a bond that becomes the definition of a person. It is a piece of string that, once tied, remains timelessly strong.
The red and silver threads are the strongest bonds one could ever form in a lifetime…
But if you are forced to cut one to keep the other… which would you choose?
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Remember Me
"What are you doing here?" I asked- my voice sharp and icy even to my own two ears. I leaned on the doorway and started picking my nail, not even bothering to look at him, clearly showing that I have no interest whatsoever in what he had to say. I could hear him breathing heavily, as if he had just run a thousand miles.
"Jaejoong, I… I-"
"If you're here to say sorry again, then forget it," I snapped. "Go home, go away, go die, I don't care. Just don't show your face to me. You make me sick," I barked, anger and hate unmistakably evident in my voice. It had been months, but I still haven't forgiven him. I still haven't forgiven myself so I still can not forgive him. And I don't think I ever will.
I attempted to shut the door on his face, but he blocked it with his hand. My door slammed on his hand with definite force. I was sure it hurt like hell even though his expression did not visibly change. However, instead of feeling sorry, I grew angrier. Seething, I threw open the door full force, ready to throw him a punch on the face.
But as soon as I looked at his face- just a momentarily glance at his face- my fist stopped mid-way.
With my hate momentarily forgotten, confusion took over as I took a good look at the person in front of me- the person I once called my best friend. He just stood there, bracing himself for the impact of my strike. Unusually pale-faced and shivering, thinly wrapped with just a layer of an old jacket in the bitter cold of the night, fog coming out of every breath he took- He didn’t look the same as I last saw him. When the strike he expected from me didn't come, he breathed out and stared at me; the expression on his face was almost unreadable.
Fear. Pain. Confusion… Emotions that I never thought would ever reflect his face now seemed to radiate from his whole being. It was like he was afraid, as if he was in pain... lost, confused, and unknowing what to do next.
"Please, please... Hear me out, just this once... I don't know what to do...” his voice trembled; desperate and on the verge of crying instantly and it instantly shot alarm bells in my head. “I-I don’t… what… I… You're the only one I can talk to now... Please..."
Yunho- my best friend, my only friend, the strongest and proudest person I have ever met who never showed any sign of weakness in the past, and the person that I currently hate the most- started crying. Right in front of me, crying.
"I'm dying..."
My hands fell lifelessly to my sides.
[edited 05-03-10]