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miri_uchihaPairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-split! I still sometimes turn the volume up just to spite you. Now, I just wish you were here to change it. Changmin's POV.
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People always said that time would heal all wounds and help you move on. I've been doing anything and everything to distract myself, throwing smiles and laughs here and there so no one knows that with each passing day, the reality of the situation didn't change a single bit.
I still did things unconsciously as if that person were here with me, smiling genuinely. At every stroke of midnight, as if it was programmed in me, I would turn on my stereo high enough so that if someone were to sleep in the bedroom at the other end of the hall, they would be woken up with no questions asked.
And every single time I sat listening with my stereo on high, I would wait anxiously for the sound of loud footsteps coming down the hallway towards my room. I would sit still until the door to my room slam open and a certain band member came in, ready to scold me before turning the volume low without my permission.
But now, as I hear those thundering footsteps out in the halls, the person that opens the door, they don't bring a smile to my face. They were the wrong person. It wasn't the person that I used to play this game with.
I don't even bother to hide my shame as I watch the person scold me with a disappointed glare. The words and smiles were for that person only. Not this person.
People say that time heals everything, but they should open their eyes to this misunderstanding because it's nothing but a false truth.
"Changmin, stop doing this every single night! It's enough that the landlord is letting us slide with the fans roaming outside the building, but if he continues to hear the complaints of the people living on this floor, it won't be long until we have to move."
"Sorry," I whispered, but the little voice in my head only laughed. How hollow my words have become.
I watched my leader, my hyung with a sad smile on my face as he turned the volume of my stereo down. When he finally left, closing the door behind him, not even a second later, I reached forward toward the knob and turned the music back up. I let my room be filled again with the angry beat of a song that he had failed to turn down for me all those years ago.
I stared at the wall when I heard those footsteps returning. I turned a blank stare at the fuming man who now stood at the entrance of my bedroom and all I could think was, how could I stop doing this if the person responsible for my actions, wasn't here to tell me to stop?
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-split! I still sometimes turn the volume up just to spite you. Now, I just wish you were here to change it. Changmin's POV.
-x-
People always said that time would heal all wounds and help you move on. I've been doing anything and everything to distract myself, throwing smiles and laughs here and there so no one knows that with each passing day, the reality of the situation didn't change a single bit.
I still did things unconsciously as if that person were here with me, smiling genuinely. At every stroke of midnight, as if it was programmed in me, I would turn on my stereo high enough so that if someone were to sleep in the bedroom at the other end of the hall, they would be woken up with no questions asked.
And every single time I sat listening with my stereo on high, I would wait anxiously for the sound of loud footsteps coming down the hallway towards my room. I would sit still until the door to my room slam open and a certain band member came in, ready to scold me before turning the volume low without my permission.
But now, as I hear those thundering footsteps out in the halls, the person that opens the door, they don't bring a smile to my face. They were the wrong person. It wasn't the person that I used to play this game with.
I don't even bother to hide my shame as I watch the person scold me with a disappointed glare. The words and smiles were for that person only. Not this person.
People say that time heals everything, but they should open their eyes to this misunderstanding because it's nothing but a false truth.
"Changmin, stop doing this every single night! It's enough that the landlord is letting us slide with the fans roaming outside the building, but if he continues to hear the complaints of the people living on this floor, it won't be long until we have to move."
"Sorry," I whispered, but the little voice in my head only laughed. How hollow my words have become.
I watched my leader, my hyung with a sad smile on my face as he turned the volume of my stereo down. When he finally left, closing the door behind him, not even a second later, I reached forward toward the knob and turned the music back up. I let my room be filled again with the angry beat of a song that he had failed to turn down for me all those years ago.
I stared at the wall when I heard those footsteps returning. I turned a blank stare at the fuming man who now stood at the entrance of my bedroom and all I could think was, how could I stop doing this if the person responsible for my actions, wasn't here to tell me to stop?
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Date: 2012-08-05 10:52 pm (UTC)Liked this:)
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Date: 2012-08-07 01:38 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2012-08-07 09:55 pm (UTC)