[ONE SHOT]Yearning Soul
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this is one shot about JaeBo/ BoJoong couple (Jaejoong x BoA pairing) and this is also my first fanfic... I already posted it before at jaebo.co.nr
I'm sorry if there're so many grammatical error, hope u enjoy!
Foreword
Nobody's POV
"Jaejoong-ah! Stop it! When will you stop? Drinking can't solve anything!" Yunho said. But Jaejoong still not listen to him and keep drinking.
"I said stop it!!" Yunho shouts and take the glass away from Jaejoong.
“Now what? I just do what I want and you can’t let me do it? Is this what you call yourself my friend? Why all of you try to against me?” Jaejoong said.
“No, I’m not. I stop you because I’m you friend. This is just . . . not like you. Can’t you keep living like you did before?”
“How? Without her, everything changes. Nothing feels the same. She’s gone, I’m done. So my wish just simple. . . I want HER back !!”
Before Yunho said a word, Jaejoong’s already fall asleep. He sighs. And he take Jaejoong’s arm and put it around his neck. He always end up helping unconscious Jaejoong. “Jae, you owe me once again. . .”
At 12 o’clock, Night.
Jaejoong already felt in a deep sleep. Jaejoong lives alone at his apartment, nobody ever stay at his place except his best friends and . . . HER.
Even just less than 2 months passed without her by his side, his life already breaks into many pieces.
Jaejoong’s POV
‘What time is it now? Ouch, my head. . .’ I thought.
Suddenly I feel a little touch around my face, that touch really aware, feels like afraid if I can feel it. But still I can feel it. My head really hurt much. I can’t even open my eyes so I decided to ignore that touch and thought that it must be wind.
But it’s strange. From my hair, it goes down to my cheek. The weirdest is I can smell the scent, it smells like. . . mint, cold, relaxing. . . It’s. . . WISTERIA?
I open my eyes quickly. But there’s nothing. . .
“Huh? What am I just thinking about? It can’t be she. She can’t be here!” I said slightly.
I keep staring at the ceiling, there’s nothing around here. I just me, alone. . .
‘That’s why I keep drinking. Because when I’m unconscious, I can sense her. I really miss her, but still I hate her. Why did she have to leave me without words?’
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