Title: Darkness Eyes
Pairings: JaeHo
Length: Prologue + 2/?
Author: heartoffire03
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Angst
Summary: One man's sadness can bring him his ultimate happiness..
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

A/N: Ahh~ *waves* Hello everybody!! I'm very sorry for the lack of life and updates of my fics ><;; I've been in a hospital for health reasons (obviously) so yeah....Is that a good enough reason you guys?? T.T But thank goodness my mom finally brought my laptop here =D Now i can update!! ^^ Anyway! Enough babbling from me sooo ENJOY Chapter 2!! ^^
.:Prologue: Depressed, Deprived, Different:.
.:Chapter 1: I wished for you:.
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"Escaping death can turn out to be hell itself..."
.:Chapter 2: Second Chance or Punishment?:.
An endless darkness cloaked my eyesight, leaving me to an impression that I am most likely trailing between the lines of sleep and consciousness. I tried blinking but the sensation of my eyebrows brushing up and down never came. I tried moving my fingers but, yet again, I failed to do such a task. The realization soon dawned upon me that I was either already dead or paralyzed and about to die any minute now.
But no. I can't be dead. Despite the fact that I couldn't feel my heartbeat, I could still think and even tried to command my brain to move my muscles. Do people who're near death think before they could be engulf into nothingness for all eternity? But then again, if I am nearing my death, aren't I suppose to watch (helplessly) as my entire life flash right in front of my eyes? If that's so, how come all I see is darkness? But in my case, there really wouldn't be anything good to see before I go. I'd rather not see my lonely childhood once again; not with all the books and the walls that caged me before. How about the pale boy? The memory of that pale boy that somehow robbed a piece of his innocent and carefree childhood and kept it locked up deep within the memory, only to appear when he so badly wanted some joy in his life. I scrambled for that one memory; I know I've been a cruel person but I reall did not want to leave this world with such a sad and cold tone - for once.
Just as this dawned on me, my cruel faith played with me, for the last time. I could feel myself slowly getting pulled towards endless sleep. I fought against it, putting every ounce of my strength to desperately cling onto my consciousness. As more and more seconds ticked by, the push became unbearable for me to fight against. I sighed and let go of the last strands of life, letting darkness engulf my exhausted body. It consumed me quickly, so quickly it reached my mind in a second, forcing my eyes to close one last time. The precious image of that lithe, unknown boy slowly fading along with it.
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Voices. Different voices speaking at the same time were filling up my sensitive ears. They seemed to talk in hushed tones, with a tone of urgency in them. Who were they? Where am I? Questions raced along my mind as the many voices raised in volume, as if I was coming closer to them.
At that moment, I felt my brain switch back on to life, turning all the mechanics in it in order for me to move. I could now feel my body, my hands and my feet. Scared that this was just an illusion, I hesitantly moved my hand ever so gently, only to immediately feel a soft sheet against it. A burst of hope and joy erupted within me, only to come out as a loud gasp tearing through my throat.
The voices surrounding me abruptly stopped and I could feel diffrent sets of eyes resting upon me. I could feel worry in them too. Worry and, what's that, hesitation? In a blink of an eye, the voices erupted once again, this time coming louder than ever. They were too close to me. Too cose.
"Mr. Jung! How are you feeling?"
"Sir! Does anything hurt?"
"Does anything around your chest hurt?"
"Does your arm hurt too?"
"How about your head?"
"...Especially your eyes..."
I furrowed my eyebrow together and pushed against the bed that I was on. Hands immediately clasp around my arm and back, helping me to sit up and find a comfortable spot. Despite this, the questions continued to pour fromt their mouths. They all seemed to ask the same thing, desperately waiting for an answer from me. Raising my hand up, the voices quickly died down. Once again, I could feel their stares directed to me. I cleared my throat and slowly opened my eyes.
Darkness.
Pure darkness, not even a tint of light.
My eyebrows crossed together in confusion. I raised another hand and brushed my eyes, hoping that the darkness would fade away instantly. But to my dismay, the darkness covering my eyes did not diminish one bit. At this point my heart started to thump within me in fear of reality...There is no way I could be what I think I am...There's just no way....
"Sir? C-Can you see anything?"
That was the final blow for me. I never knew the words see and anything can tear down a persons life into crushed pieces. I was too scared to even reply back but I had to know and make sure that I was, despite the heartbreaking reality that now dawned upon me..
"N..No..I can't..." I throatily replied.
Sighs of dismay was what greeted my ears after my reply.
"I...I'm sorry sir...." A brave voice said. "...W-we couldn't do anything to save them...."
He ducked his head and pushed his back against his bed's headboard. He was over the brink of crying and trashing the whole room. He could've never imagine being in this sort of situation in a million years. What would become of Jung Yunho now? He had survived a car accident, he should be thankful right? But unfortunately, his precious eyes did not.
The great Jung Yunho has now been reduced to a blind man, living in a pitch black world. Escaping death and living in his new world now seemed like hell to him.
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A/N: OMG. Who saw that coming huh??? Eeeep, I'm so sorry to all Yunho fans T.T I had to do that cos well ... it's part of the plot ><;; I'll update soon! ^^ Comments make the hospitalized girl happy! =D
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Pairings: JaeHo
Length: Prologue + 2/?
Author: heartoffire03
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Angst
Summary: One man's sadness can bring him his ultimate happiness..
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

A/N: Ahh~ *waves* Hello everybody!! I'm very sorry for the lack of life and updates of my fics ><;; I've been in a hospital for health reasons (obviously) so yeah....Is that a good enough reason you guys?? T.T But thank goodness my mom finally brought my laptop here =D Now i can update!! ^^ Anyway! Enough babbling from me sooo ENJOY Chapter 2!! ^^
.:Prologue: Depressed, Deprived, Different:.
.:Chapter 1: I wished for you:.
----------------------------------------
.:Chapter 2: Second Chance or Punishment?:.
An endless darkness cloaked my eyesight, leaving me to an impression that I am most likely trailing between the lines of sleep and consciousness. I tried blinking but the sensation of my eyebrows brushing up and down never came. I tried moving my fingers but, yet again, I failed to do such a task. The realization soon dawned upon me that I was either already dead or paralyzed and about to die any minute now.
But no. I can't be dead. Despite the fact that I couldn't feel my heartbeat, I could still think and even tried to command my brain to move my muscles. Do people who're near death think before they could be engulf into nothingness for all eternity? But then again, if I am nearing my death, aren't I suppose to watch (helplessly) as my entire life flash right in front of my eyes? If that's so, how come all I see is darkness? But in my case, there really wouldn't be anything good to see before I go. I'd rather not see my lonely childhood once again; not with all the books and the walls that caged me before. How about the pale boy? The memory of that pale boy that somehow robbed a piece of his innocent and carefree childhood and kept it locked up deep within the memory, only to appear when he so badly wanted some joy in his life. I scrambled for that one memory; I know I've been a cruel person but I reall did not want to leave this world with such a sad and cold tone - for once.
Just as this dawned on me, my cruel faith played with me, for the last time. I could feel myself slowly getting pulled towards endless sleep. I fought against it, putting every ounce of my strength to desperately cling onto my consciousness. As more and more seconds ticked by, the push became unbearable for me to fight against. I sighed and let go of the last strands of life, letting darkness engulf my exhausted body. It consumed me quickly, so quickly it reached my mind in a second, forcing my eyes to close one last time. The precious image of that lithe, unknown boy slowly fading along with it.
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Voices. Different voices speaking at the same time were filling up my sensitive ears. They seemed to talk in hushed tones, with a tone of urgency in them. Who were they? Where am I? Questions raced along my mind as the many voices raised in volume, as if I was coming closer to them.
At that moment, I felt my brain switch back on to life, turning all the mechanics in it in order for me to move. I could now feel my body, my hands and my feet. Scared that this was just an illusion, I hesitantly moved my hand ever so gently, only to immediately feel a soft sheet against it. A burst of hope and joy erupted within me, only to come out as a loud gasp tearing through my throat.
The voices surrounding me abruptly stopped and I could feel diffrent sets of eyes resting upon me. I could feel worry in them too. Worry and, what's that, hesitation? In a blink of an eye, the voices erupted once again, this time coming louder than ever. They were too close to me. Too cose.
"Mr. Jung! How are you feeling?"
"Sir! Does anything hurt?"
"Does anything around your chest hurt?"
"Does your arm hurt too?"
"How about your head?"
"...Especially your eyes..."
I furrowed my eyebrow together and pushed against the bed that I was on. Hands immediately clasp around my arm and back, helping me to sit up and find a comfortable spot. Despite this, the questions continued to pour fromt their mouths. They all seemed to ask the same thing, desperately waiting for an answer from me. Raising my hand up, the voices quickly died down. Once again, I could feel their stares directed to me. I cleared my throat and slowly opened my eyes.
Darkness.
Pure darkness, not even a tint of light.
My eyebrows crossed together in confusion. I raised another hand and brushed my eyes, hoping that the darkness would fade away instantly. But to my dismay, the darkness covering my eyes did not diminish one bit. At this point my heart started to thump within me in fear of reality...There is no way I could be what I think I am...There's just no way....
"Sir? C-Can you see anything?"
That was the final blow for me. I never knew the words see and anything can tear down a persons life into crushed pieces. I was too scared to even reply back but I had to know and make sure that I was, despite the heartbreaking reality that now dawned upon me..
"N..No..I can't..." I throatily replied.
Sighs of dismay was what greeted my ears after my reply.
"I...I'm sorry sir...." A brave voice said. "...W-we couldn't do anything to save them...."
He ducked his head and pushed his back against his bed's headboard. He was over the brink of crying and trashing the whole room. He could've never imagine being in this sort of situation in a million years. What would become of Jung Yunho now? He had survived a car accident, he should be thankful right? But unfortunately, his precious eyes did not.
The great Jung Yunho has now been reduced to a blind man, living in a pitch black world. Escaping death and living in his new world now seemed like hell to him.
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A/N: OMG. Who saw that coming huh??? Eeeep, I'm so sorry to all Yunho fans T.T I had to do that cos well ... it's part of the plot ><;; I'll update soon! ^^ Comments make the hospitalized girl happy! =D
I'm feeling:
lazy
I'm listening to: Song For You - TVXQ
42 Tore Their Throats | Scream It Out
