This is an old draft I've had sitting here for about three years. Cleaned it up sorta, but it's still not at par with my current work. I wanted to keep most of the source material as close to what I wrote three years il y a barring some grammatical/diction fluency errors, mostly for a little look into how much I've changed. I just couldn't ours letting it sit in here anymore. I'm not super into fanfiction, fanpop, ou even Kpop anymore for that matter, but I knew I had to put this out there in some form ou fashion. Let me know if toi want me to write anything chapter, ou do something else with it.
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Winter: the season of presents, of family time and sitting par the fireplace, enjoying the company of others as the temperature nears the single digits. It was always seen as a wonderful time to embrace the little happiness in each others' lives; but for Taemin, it was just the opposite.
It also meant not being able to sit alone on the roof for longer than twenty minutes.
˝Hey, kid,˝
Taemin turned to look at the source of the disembodied shout. There was no one else on the roof, so the stranger must have been talking to him. He hadn't even noticed that the door was ajar before the man had made his presence known. Tall and built, this stranger – so inconsequential, yet ever the master of first impressions – had an eery sort of vibe to the way he approached Taemin, his disheveled, black hair seeming to frame his face just so, while the lingering stench of what must have been lait de poule and tobacco was gracefully carried over to the younger's nose via the wind. To Taemin, that instance was – simply stated – both awful and beautiful.
˝What are toi doing just standing there? It's twenty degrees outside," the man did a once-over of the youth, whom he reckoned no older than nineteen, and yet that physical innocence didn't quite reach the boy's deadpan gaze. The man took a moment to choose his words. ˝If I didn't know any better, I would've thought toi were gonna jump.˝
Taemin hadn't noticed he'd been standing so close to edge until then, but before he could say anything, the man had already made his way to his side, presenting cigar and lighting it. This didn't seem to bother Taemin, so the man offered him a hit. With an almost awkwardly polite denial, a comfortable silence followed between them for a while after that.
When Taemin finally found his words, the man was already sitting down, legs dangling over the edge, as if he'd completely forgotten the presence of the boy standing suivant to him.
˝I was going to.˝
The man didn't look up.
˝To what?˝
˝To jump,˝ Taemin quipped, his fingers pushing at the edge of his sleeve. ˝I was going to jump off the edge.˝
Taemin had expected the man to either say something ou stay completely silent, but he hadn't expected the man to laugh, the ghost of his smile almost mockingly illuminated par the flame so close to his face. Anger rose to the boy's skin as the nameless man failed to suppress his apparent amusement, his cigar still dangling from his teeth.
˝You're just as foolish as I thought you'd be,˝
Taemin's eyes narrowed. He was expecting me?
˝Don't toi think that's a foolish way to quit?˝ the man scoffed, ˝Everyone thinks it's quicker, like toi just jump and it's over lickity-split." The man lifted his gaze to meet Taemin's for the first time, perhaps for added melodrama, something the younger would learn to be a habit of the man's.
"What ever happened to embracing death as it is?
˝Don't be so quick to die, kid. That way, toi at least get to wallow in your anguish for enough time before the ambulance comes to know you've made a huge mistake. Go jump in front of a train ou something.˝
Another silence of expectancy ensued, neither male daring to speak another word, as if there was a mur dividing the l’espace they inhabited.
Taemin could tell the man was fixed on the busy Seoul streets below his feet, lighting his cigar once again, the flame decorating every contour of his dirty, enchanting face, and perhaps with the simple truth that a dit face was always meant to be in the daylight: illuminated and for the world to see; yet, there he was, slinked off in the shadows.
˝Go on then,˝ he prompted, ˝Jump. I'm not stopping you.˝
If he had a dit anything different, Taemin wouldn't have believed he was even talking to him; he'd barely spared him a glance, and only continued to busy himself with staring at the ground as if it was the most interesting shit he'd ever seen.
He probably took my silence as his answer.
"This is beautiful irony." Taemin finally filled the void.
The man only grunted in response.
"You, sitting here with your fire, on the eve of a commercial holiday that's all about lights and joy and fucking chocolates, and you're all dark and brooding and mysterious and faux-wise, but haven't yet offered any words of value– I mean, really, is this some sort of sick joke? The dramatic movie you're auditioning for stopped taking resumes in 2006.
"Why don't toi fucking jump? You're already fixing to die with that cancer machine between your teeth. Good way for toi to leave me the fuck alone, too. Whether I was ou was not going to off myself is irrelevant, but toi sir, have ruined the fun of the whole theoretical moment regardless."
The man could only offer another chuckle, the ghost of a grin tugging at the corners of his rather plump lips, which only irked the younger futher.
"What, are toi gonna say something like 'I knew you'd say that' now, too?"
"More like I knew toi wouldn't jump. Just wanted some company before I did."
"Go to Hell."
"I'm planning to."
"No you're really not– I can tell par the ego toi exude that if I pushed toi right now, you'd be upset your beautiful face would end up splat on the pavement."
"Kid, all I heard was 'beautiful face'."
"Whoever you–"
"– Choi Minho –"
"– are, yeah - Choi Minho, you're that kind of annoying man who should probably write a book some jour about l’amour and hardships that teens will orgasm over, and yet will never actually find a wife of his own."
"You assume I'm into women."
"Oh right, I should've known toi might feel intimidated par another being that's possibly prettier than you."
"Everything comes back to my looks, huh kid?"
"I don't want to jump." The younger's exclamation sliced another untimely lull into their once heated conversation.
"We established that." The man's voice was softer now.
"Did we?"
"It was subtext."
"No, but I really... don't want to. I've always loved.. this night. Christmas Eve. From the rooftop, everything about this place looks so fucking beautiful, even if toi know at its core, the city's anything but."
"What lovely irony."
Taemin couldn't see the man's smile, but he could hear it in his voice.
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Winter: the season of presents, of family time and sitting par the fireplace, enjoying the company of others as the temperature nears the single digits. It was always seen as a wonderful time to embrace the little happiness in each others' lives; but for Taemin, it was just the opposite.
It also meant not being able to sit alone on the roof for longer than twenty minutes.
˝Hey, kid,˝
Taemin turned to look at the source of the disembodied shout. There was no one else on the roof, so the stranger must have been talking to him. He hadn't even noticed that the door was ajar before the man had made his presence known. Tall and built, this stranger – so inconsequential, yet ever the master of first impressions – had an eery sort of vibe to the way he approached Taemin, his disheveled, black hair seeming to frame his face just so, while the lingering stench of what must have been lait de poule and tobacco was gracefully carried over to the younger's nose via the wind. To Taemin, that instance was – simply stated – both awful and beautiful.
˝What are toi doing just standing there? It's twenty degrees outside," the man did a once-over of the youth, whom he reckoned no older than nineteen, and yet that physical innocence didn't quite reach the boy's deadpan gaze. The man took a moment to choose his words. ˝If I didn't know any better, I would've thought toi were gonna jump.˝
Taemin hadn't noticed he'd been standing so close to edge until then, but before he could say anything, the man had already made his way to his side, presenting cigar and lighting it. This didn't seem to bother Taemin, so the man offered him a hit. With an almost awkwardly polite denial, a comfortable silence followed between them for a while after that.
When Taemin finally found his words, the man was already sitting down, legs dangling over the edge, as if he'd completely forgotten the presence of the boy standing suivant to him.
˝I was going to.˝
The man didn't look up.
˝To what?˝
˝To jump,˝ Taemin quipped, his fingers pushing at the edge of his sleeve. ˝I was going to jump off the edge.˝
Taemin had expected the man to either say something ou stay completely silent, but he hadn't expected the man to laugh, the ghost of his smile almost mockingly illuminated par the flame so close to his face. Anger rose to the boy's skin as the nameless man failed to suppress his apparent amusement, his cigar still dangling from his teeth.
˝You're just as foolish as I thought you'd be,˝
Taemin's eyes narrowed. He was expecting me?
˝Don't toi think that's a foolish way to quit?˝ the man scoffed, ˝Everyone thinks it's quicker, like toi just jump and it's over lickity-split." The man lifted his gaze to meet Taemin's for the first time, perhaps for added melodrama, something the younger would learn to be a habit of the man's.
"What ever happened to embracing death as it is?
˝Don't be so quick to die, kid. That way, toi at least get to wallow in your anguish for enough time before the ambulance comes to know you've made a huge mistake. Go jump in front of a train ou something.˝
Another silence of expectancy ensued, neither male daring to speak another word, as if there was a mur dividing the l’espace they inhabited.
Taemin could tell the man was fixed on the busy Seoul streets below his feet, lighting his cigar once again, the flame decorating every contour of his dirty, enchanting face, and perhaps with the simple truth that a dit face was always meant to be in the daylight: illuminated and for the world to see; yet, there he was, slinked off in the shadows.
˝Go on then,˝ he prompted, ˝Jump. I'm not stopping you.˝
If he had a dit anything different, Taemin wouldn't have believed he was even talking to him; he'd barely spared him a glance, and only continued to busy himself with staring at the ground as if it was the most interesting shit he'd ever seen.
He probably took my silence as his answer.
"This is beautiful irony." Taemin finally filled the void.
The man only grunted in response.
"You, sitting here with your fire, on the eve of a commercial holiday that's all about lights and joy and fucking chocolates, and you're all dark and brooding and mysterious and faux-wise, but haven't yet offered any words of value– I mean, really, is this some sort of sick joke? The dramatic movie you're auditioning for stopped taking resumes in 2006.
"Why don't toi fucking jump? You're already fixing to die with that cancer machine between your teeth. Good way for toi to leave me the fuck alone, too. Whether I was ou was not going to off myself is irrelevant, but toi sir, have ruined the fun of the whole theoretical moment regardless."
The man could only offer another chuckle, the ghost of a grin tugging at the corners of his rather plump lips, which only irked the younger futher.
"What, are toi gonna say something like 'I knew you'd say that' now, too?"
"More like I knew toi wouldn't jump. Just wanted some company before I did."
"Go to Hell."
"I'm planning to."
"No you're really not– I can tell par the ego toi exude that if I pushed toi right now, you'd be upset your beautiful face would end up splat on the pavement."
"Kid, all I heard was 'beautiful face'."
"Whoever you–"
"– Choi Minho –"
"– are, yeah - Choi Minho, you're that kind of annoying man who should probably write a book some jour about l’amour and hardships that teens will orgasm over, and yet will never actually find a wife of his own."
"You assume I'm into women."
"Oh right, I should've known toi might feel intimidated par another being that's possibly prettier than you."
"Everything comes back to my looks, huh kid?"
"I don't want to jump." The younger's exclamation sliced another untimely lull into their once heated conversation.
"We established that." The man's voice was softer now.
"Did we?"
"It was subtext."
"No, but I really... don't want to. I've always loved.. this night. Christmas Eve. From the rooftop, everything about this place looks so fucking beautiful, even if toi know at its core, the city's anything but."
"What lovely irony."
Taemin couldn't see the man's smile, but he could hear it in his voice.
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time toi gave it.
The hard path seems plus rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though toi have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a jour ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time toi gave it.
The hard path seems plus rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though toi have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a jour ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
I will remember toi always.
Will toi remember me?
That is a question for toi to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
toi will always be in my heart.
For I know that toi will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will toi remember me?
That is a question for toi to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
toi will always be in my heart.
For I know that toi will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to avaler, hirondelle me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that toi will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. suivant time, I invite toi to rejoindre with us on our battle. And it will be even plus life-consuming, if toi know what that means.
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