Only You Can Hear
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,258
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Only You Can Hear
Disclaimer: I am not rich enough to own Dong Bang Shin Ki or any other people who'll be a part of this story. Much as I'd want to take Chang Min home, I'm afraid that'd remain a wishful thinking for now. I do own the story, however, and every single phrase that is included in this fiction"¦ Dare to steal it (the plot, the dialogues, the idea) and you'd experience my wrath"¦ believe me, it's even worse than hell.
Forewords:
Honestly, I'm having a hard time putting my thoughts together. I wonder why it took me this long to write my first YAOI fic considering how obsessed I am with the genre. But then again, this is more than just another yaoi story (it's a love story, actually). In fact, it will be my contribution to the whole gay community (ok, I'm getting cheesy now, it's making me sick)"¦ You see, this originally wasn't meant to be about DBSK but as I was thinking of the people to play my characters, I thought "Holy antzz!!! These guys are perfect!!! (Uknow and JJ)"
I haven't done a multi-chaptered fic before so I guess I'm quite excited and ous ous at the same time. Many thanks to my B2 (my CNB sis and the one who did the poster), my friends and the Beijing Comrade for the inspiration"¦ And oh, how can I forget Jay Chou?? Hahaha!! See yah, everyone!!!
crimson_soul
http://.pho.photobucket.com/albums/v27/kring/unfaithful/OYCH.jpg
(please copy the url to view the poster and to give you an idea how the guys look like. they're korean gasoos, by the way..)
WARNING: YAOI. NC-17 (especially towards the end). PROFANITY. If you're too young or just can't take the idea of guys loving other guys, then what the f*** are you doing here??? YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
Only You Can Hear
Chapter 1
His memories will forever haunt me.
The faint caramel smell of his hair, which used to linger on my pillow. The silent laughter he once filled the air with. Those strong yet gentle arms which, in the past, caressed my back whenever I felt miserable"¦
I still am in disbelief that it's been 8 years now. 8 years since I witnessed him go away, 8 years since I buried my heart. I have moved to America to somehow lessen the burden, the guilt and the pain, so fervent, it butchered me inside.
The changing colors of the seasons, like a movie, have played over and over before me, from the white of winter, to the green of spring; from the yellow of summer to the red of fall. Through all these, I was somehalfhalf expecting that he'll come back. But I guess my whispers of wishes for him to return are meant to vanish like melted glaciers"¦
The weather here in Texas is very much different from my hometown of Seoul. Back there, it was cool, dry, almost feathery the whole year round, except on harsh winters or on occasional storms. But the heat in Houston is suffocating. I do not even understand why I am in a park right now, by myself, pondering about my tormenting past.
I sit on a wooden bench and try to taste the scene surrounding me. The afternoon sun, glowing just enough light to coat the earth; the children, playing amongst themselves, shrieking and laughing as if no hardships exist; the young couples, relishing each others' presence as they kiss passionately in public. And the maple tree, sheltering me, singing me a lullaby each time the wind blows"¦
Everything is picture perfect, except for the troubled soul that is me. A writer who has finally learned to exist alone, and believes that happiness is too far from his grasp. I make a living out of the commentaries I make, which I contribute to a local paper. At times, I sell my art and my poetry for added income.
I am known in America as Hero Kim but back in Korea, I was called Jae Joong. Kim Jae Joong.
Yet, one person used to call me by a very special name- Boo Jae, and he's the reason why I am lonesome here right now"¦ why up to this time, I still refuse to move on. He was my best friend. He was my Yun Ho.
Forewords:
Honestly, I'm having a hard time putting my thoughts together. I wonder why it took me this long to write my first YAOI fic considering how obsessed I am with the genre. But then again, this is more than just another yaoi story (it's a love story, actually). In fact, it will be my contribution to the whole gay community (ok, I'm getting cheesy now, it's making me sick)"¦ You see, this originally wasn't meant to be about DBSK but as I was thinking of the people to play my characters, I thought "Holy antzz!!! These guys are perfect!!! (Uknow and JJ)"
I haven't done a multi-chaptered fic before so I guess I'm quite excited and ous ous at the same time. Many thanks to my B2 (my CNB sis and the one who did the poster), my friends and the Beijing Comrade for the inspiration"¦ And oh, how can I forget Jay Chou?? Hahaha!! See yah, everyone!!!
crimson_soul
http://.pho.photobucket.com/albums/v27/kring/unfaithful/OYCH.jpg
(please copy the url to view the poster and to give you an idea how the guys look like. they're korean gasoos, by the way..)
WARNING: YAOI. NC-17 (especially towards the end). PROFANITY. If you're too young or just can't take the idea of guys loving other guys, then what the f*** are you doing here??? YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
Only You Can Hear
Chapter 1
His memories will forever haunt me.
The faint caramel smell of his hair, which used to linger on my pillow. The silent laughter he once filled the air with. Those strong yet gentle arms which, in the past, caressed my back whenever I felt miserable"¦
I still am in disbelief that it's been 8 years now. 8 years since I witnessed him go away, 8 years since I buried my heart. I have moved to America to somehow lessen the burden, the guilt and the pain, so fervent, it butchered me inside.
The changing colors of the seasons, like a movie, have played over and over before me, from the white of winter, to the green of spring; from the yellow of summer to the red of fall. Through all these, I was somehalfhalf expecting that he'll come back. But I guess my whispers of wishes for him to return are meant to vanish like melted glaciers"¦
The weather here in Texas is very much different from my hometown of Seoul. Back there, it was cool, dry, almost feathery the whole year round, except on harsh winters or on occasional storms. But the heat in Houston is suffocating. I do not even understand why I am in a park right now, by myself, pondering about my tormenting past.
I sit on a wooden bench and try to taste the scene surrounding me. The afternoon sun, glowing just enough light to coat the earth; the children, playing amongst themselves, shrieking and laughing as if no hardships exist; the young couples, relishing each others' presence as they kiss passionately in public. And the maple tree, sheltering me, singing me a lullaby each time the wind blows"¦
Everything is picture perfect, except for the troubled soul that is me. A writer who has finally learned to exist alone, and believes that happiness is too far from his grasp. I make a living out of the commentaries I make, which I contribute to a local paper. At times, I sell my art and my poetry for added income.
I am known in America as Hero Kim but back in Korea, I was called Jae Joong. Kim Jae Joong.
Yet, one person used to call me by a very special name- Boo Jae, and he's the reason why I am lonesome here right now"¦ why up to this time, I still refuse to move on. He was my best friend. He was my Yun Ho.