Title: 미안해요 (I'm Sorry)
Pairing: YunJae
Length: Drabble
Author: heartoffire03
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Summary: What if a 'sorry' doesn't make the cut?
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Heartoffire's Say: Whoa. I haven't posted anything up for a week now huh? Ehh~ Sorry, I've been planning and writing my YunJae entries for the competition so I barely had time to post things up. But at least you guys now have two oneshots to look forward to! ^^ But anyway, yes, this is angst,my kingdom. I haven't written angst in awhile and I had an urge to do so after editing
anim22 's oneshot (which, mind you, made me cry for the 2nd time in a row T.T) This goes to unni (
foolishlovexo ) cos she'll be going off for vacation until next month...which means I won't have anyone to kill with my brain teasers and spazz out over pancakes. I'm going to miss you T.T But anyway, enough babbling from me and....I hope you guys enjoy? *gets whacked*
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The air around them was stale. No, actually, never mind, it wasn't just stale, it was suffocating. Strangling and suffocating the life out of both Yunho and Jaejoong. Upon entering the darkened room a few minutes ago, Jaejoong didn't dare mutter out useless words to explain the situation and break the solemn and painful silence that hung over them.
Yunho was standing in front of the window with both of his hands buried deep inside his pants pocket , hiding the tightly balled fists from the other, also broken, soul in the room. Jaejoong, on the other hand, sat motionlessly at the edge of the bed with his back facing Yunho's and his head bowed and resting upon his slightly shaking hands.
Usually, Yunho would've screamed out a stream of Korean words so rapidly even Jaejoong's ears would fail to aprehend what they were. But oddly enough, he was lost for words. Jaejoong, the usual babbler of the group, also stayed eerily quiet. A surprise for Yunho who expected the other to immediately jump into excuses and explanations and wave everything off with a loud laugh and carefree jokes...
'Aparently not...' Yunho bitterly thought to himself.
Yunho cleared his throat, breaking the silence between them for the first time. Jaejoong still did not look up from his position and remained immobile. Sighing, Yunho raised his hand and pressed it against the fog-glazed window, leaving an imprint of his hand. A hand that used to hold another...
"I'm sorry -"
He turned around with pained eyes to Jaejoong's spot, only to find noone there. Not even the slight creases on the bedsheet to indicate that someone had laid upon it.
Yunho shut his eyes and cursed inwardly. His eyes were playing games on him...
"I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me..."
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A/N: Puuuuuuuh. I haven't written angst in so long I think my skills are dieing >___> Anybody understood the 'twist' at the end? *gets shot for lameness* Comments? Yes? No? You don't know/ :|
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Pairing: YunJae
Length: Drabble
Author: heartoffire03
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Summary: What if a 'sorry' doesn't make the cut?
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Heartoffire's Say: Whoa. I haven't posted anything up for a week now huh? Ehh~ Sorry, I've been planning and writing my YunJae entries for the competition so I barely had time to post things up. But at least you guys now have two oneshots to look forward to! ^^ But anyway, yes, this is angst,
Yunho was standing in front of the window with both of his hands buried deep inside his pants pocket , hiding the tightly balled fists from the other, also broken, soul in the room. Jaejoong, on the other hand, sat motionlessly at the edge of the bed with his back facing Yunho's and his head bowed and resting upon his slightly shaking hands.
Usually, Yunho would've screamed out a stream of Korean words so rapidly even Jaejoong's ears would fail to aprehend what they were. But oddly enough, he was lost for words. Jaejoong, the usual babbler of the group, also stayed eerily quiet. A surprise for Yunho who expected the other to immediately jump into excuses and explanations and wave everything off with a loud laugh and carefree jokes...
'Aparently not...' Yunho bitterly thought to himself.
Yunho cleared his throat, breaking the silence between them for the first time. Jaejoong still did not look up from his position and remained immobile. Sighing, Yunho raised his hand and pressed it against the fog-glazed window, leaving an imprint of his hand. A hand that used to hold another...
"I'm sorry -"
He turned around with pained eyes to Jaejoong's spot, only to find noone there. Not even the slight creases on the bedsheet to indicate that someone had laid upon it.
Yunho shut his eyes and cursed inwardly. His eyes were playing games on him...
"I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me..."
A/N: Puuuuuuuh. I haven't written angst in so long I think my skills are dieing >___> Anybody understood the 'twist' at the end? *gets shot for lameness* Comments? Yes? No? You don't know/ :|
I'm feeling:
melancholy
I'm listening to: 미안해요 - Gummy ft. TOP
28 Tore Their Throats | Scream It Out
