Blind
Title: Blind
Genre: Drabble (625 words)
Rating: G
Pairing: het!OnKey (Jinki/Gwiboon)
A/C: Ok, lately I've been reading a lot of Gwiboon fics with Jinki, or Minho and the other night I just felt inspired to write something about them. It just didn't turn out like I was hoping to, it never does anyway xD Thanks my lovely Rosa who beta'd this <3 But well, enjoy, I guess :P
'Gwiboon…. Why?’
The hushed sobs resounded in the dark room. They were the only sound that bathed the space with grief.
‘Gwiboon… C-Come back… Don’t… don’t leave me’
Tears rolled down the flushed cheeks. Eyes disappeared behind an expression of profound pain. He slid down against the door, curling up into a ball on the cold floor of his bedroom, tightly grabbing his mobile phone. His knuckles had turned white because of the pressure.
He was blinded. Blinded by tears, by pain, by his will to die. His chest hurt so badly, he thought it would explode and cover the whole room with tiny fragments of his shattered heart, with pieces of beautiful -but at the same time hateful- memories.
Next to him stood a picture with its glass frame broken. He looked at it out of the corner of his glistening eye. It was a picture of a pouting Gwiboon and a smiling Jinki. He still remembered that day. He remembered every day spent with her. How could he forget anyway? Even if, in that moment, he begged to just throw away every thought with her in it, he just couldn’t.
Merciless tears kept flowing while he just stayed there, unmoving, sitting on the hard floor, rubbing his own arms in a comforting manner, missing her warmth and her gentle laugh.
He heard strong knocks on the door accompanied by some shouts. He didn’t care. He only cared about Gwiboon, and by then she must have been on the plane on the way to Paris with her soon to be husband.
He heard some faint noises outside his apartment, which he completely ignored; he just wanted to feel bad for himself. For once in his lifetime, he wanted to pity himself.
‘Jinki! Jinki! Where are you?!’
Was he falling asleep? He didn’t want to dream of her. The last thing he wanted was to dream of her sweet voice. He shut his eyes tightly, furrowing his eyebrows. He wanted to dream of nothing. To dream only of a sunny meadow, a moonlit garden, a park in autumn. Was it that impossible?
‘Jinki…’ a soft whisper of a voice he knew far too well made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His eyes opened wide.
She. She was kneeling down in front of him.
She. With her flushed cheeks and her trembling lips.
She. With her scared eyes and soft hands caressing his moist cheeks.
‘I’m sorry… I’m so, so, so sorry’ Tears also started invading her eyes. ‘I should never have left you, I can’t believe I was so blind to not realise…’
Every part of her was trembling. Her hands, her lips, her eyes.
Everything was blurry for him. His sight, his feelings, that moment.
She ran her fingers through his wet hair. ‘…You’re the one, Jinki. I can’t go on with this… I’ve never loved Minho, I can’t believe I was going with it… I… I can’t be without you, Jinki.’ She whispered against his mouth.
Her hot breath was making him dizzy. Was this real? All of their memories were real? Her loving him the same way he did. He caressed her wet fair skin, and their lips met in a hungry kiss.
He was scared she would disappear from one moment to another.
She was scared he wouldn’t forgive her.
After savouring the taste of his chapped lips, the taste she would remember forever, she joined their foreheads while murmuring ‘I’ve always loved you… There’s no way I can stop loving you now’ and stared longingly into his eyes.
He felt his own lips curve into a barely noticeable smile and kissed her eagerly, after saying with a husky voice ‘Good, ‘cause I won’t let you go away again.'
Genre: Drabble (625 words)
Rating: G
Pairing: het!OnKey (Jinki/Gwiboon)
A/C: Ok, lately I've been reading a lot of Gwiboon fics with Jinki, or Minho and the other night I just felt inspired to write something about them. It just didn't turn out like I was hoping to, it never does anyway xD Thanks my lovely Rosa who beta'd this <3 But well, enjoy, I guess :P
'Gwiboon…. Why?’
The hushed sobs resounded in the dark room. They were the only sound that bathed the space with grief.
‘Gwiboon… C-Come back… Don’t… don’t leave me’
Tears rolled down the flushed cheeks. Eyes disappeared behind an expression of profound pain. He slid down against the door, curling up into a ball on the cold floor of his bedroom, tightly grabbing his mobile phone. His knuckles had turned white because of the pressure.
He was blinded. Blinded by tears, by pain, by his will to die. His chest hurt so badly, he thought it would explode and cover the whole room with tiny fragments of his shattered heart, with pieces of beautiful -but at the same time hateful- memories.
Next to him stood a picture with its glass frame broken. He looked at it out of the corner of his glistening eye. It was a picture of a pouting Gwiboon and a smiling Jinki. He still remembered that day. He remembered every day spent with her. How could he forget anyway? Even if, in that moment, he begged to just throw away every thought with her in it, he just couldn’t.
Merciless tears kept flowing while he just stayed there, unmoving, sitting on the hard floor, rubbing his own arms in a comforting manner, missing her warmth and her gentle laugh.
He heard strong knocks on the door accompanied by some shouts. He didn’t care. He only cared about Gwiboon, and by then she must have been on the plane on the way to Paris with her soon to be husband.
He heard some faint noises outside his apartment, which he completely ignored; he just wanted to feel bad for himself. For once in his lifetime, he wanted to pity himself.
‘Jinki! Jinki! Where are you?!’
Was he falling asleep? He didn’t want to dream of her. The last thing he wanted was to dream of her sweet voice. He shut his eyes tightly, furrowing his eyebrows. He wanted to dream of nothing. To dream only of a sunny meadow, a moonlit garden, a park in autumn. Was it that impossible?
‘Jinki…’ a soft whisper of a voice he knew far too well made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His eyes opened wide.
She. She was kneeling down in front of him.
She. With her flushed cheeks and her trembling lips.
She. With her scared eyes and soft hands caressing his moist cheeks.
‘I’m sorry… I’m so, so, so sorry’ Tears also started invading her eyes. ‘I should never have left you, I can’t believe I was so blind to not realise…’
Every part of her was trembling. Her hands, her lips, her eyes.
Everything was blurry for him. His sight, his feelings, that moment.
She ran her fingers through his wet hair. ‘…You’re the one, Jinki. I can’t go on with this… I’ve never loved Minho, I can’t believe I was going with it… I… I can’t be without you, Jinki.’ She whispered against his mouth.
Her hot breath was making him dizzy. Was this real? All of their memories were real? Her loving him the same way he did. He caressed her wet fair skin, and their lips met in a hungry kiss.
He was scared she would disappear from one moment to another.
She was scared he wouldn’t forgive her.
After savouring the taste of his chapped lips, the taste she would remember forever, she joined their foreheads while murmuring ‘I’ve always loved you… There’s no way I can stop loving you now’ and stared longingly into his eyes.
He felt his own lips curve into a barely noticeable smile and kissed her eagerly, after saying with a husky voice ‘Good, ‘cause I won’t let you go away again.'