#im already feeling a wonderful sensation of Dread for the characters

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If there are things in the windows do you think that over time like every update we will start see them more clearly. I have the idea of just, frank sitting at their window, staring at us, unable to do anything but knows we are there with a horrified expression.

i have a feeling that that has some Merit, yes! cause i remember before the update, when i was scrutinizing every little piece of the map, i don't recall seeing anything in the windows. i like to think i would have noticed (but there's a real possibility that they were already there, my eyes just skipped over it. or they were there but just too faint to Notice yet!)

but that would be really cool and i wouldn't put it past Clown to sneak that in... terrifying to think about! i love it!

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Through His Eyes - Part 3

Summary: Losing your sight after your accident was traumatic, and Jaebum’s guilt of knowing it should have been him instead creates an intricate bond between you both, as you overcome adversity and try to find your way in life again.

Genre: angst / romance

Characters: Im Jaebum x female reader

A/N: This story is emotional and raw compared to some of the content on my blog. It is in no way an attempt to glamourise or undervalue the lives of those who suffer from something similar. This story is purely fictional.

Through His Eyes will be posted every Tuesday at 10am NZST.

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 [M] | 13 - FINAL

“Where are you going?”

Jaebum turned and smiled at his manager Yong, jiggling the car keys in his hands. “I’m going to go out.”

“Where to?”

“Do I have to break down my every step?”

Yong rubbed his face tiredly and then stared at Jaebum. “Again?”

“What?” Jaebum shrugged nonchalantly as Yong gave him a knowing look. “We made plans, and I’ve already arranged Youngjae’s track for the OST as promised. I have no planned schedule for the rest of the day. Now can I go?”

“I won’t be able to stop you from going to Y/N, will I?”

Patting the manager’s shoulder playfully, Jaebum smiled again. “Why would you want to?”

“Your obsession with her needs to stop, you know this right? Fans aren’t dumb; they’ll start to think something is going on.” Yong waved him off all the same and Jaebum promised to be careful and resumed leaving the building.

Once in his car, Jaebum drove out into the sunny afternoon, heading towards your apartment complex. After parking in one of the car spots allocated to your apartment, Jaebum placed on his cap and mask before exiting the vehicle, locking it and going inside. The elevator ride to the fifth floor was its usual juttering self, and he wondered how scary it might feel to you to ride it now.

The doors sprang open after the jolting stop and Jaebum exited the potential death trap, going down the hall and then climbing the small set of stairs to your front door. Your apartment was larger than some of the others on the floor, but it also was in the corner and raised above its neighbour. Jaebum couldn’t quite understand how the building design worked, but it maximised as much of its space as possible. Pressing the doorbell, he waited for someone to answer, smiling as he could hear your voice nearing.

“Who is it?”

“Someone handsome,” Jaebum called out teasingly. The door opened and you peered around, as if you were trying to see. He smiled at the habit and then frowned. “Well, aren’t you going to let me in?”

“I’m searching for someone handsome, but I forgot I can’t see!”

He laughed and stepped into the apartment, removing his hat and mask whilst slipping out of his shoes and into the guest slippers. “You seem to be in a good mood.”

“I don’t know, this morning I fell over.” You fumbled for your leg and then winced as you pressed on an area near your knee. You then extended your leg out to Jaebum. “See, I apparently bruised myself.”

“You’re only adding to your bumps and bruises collection daily it seems.” You shook your head as you navigated over to the sofa. Jaebum sat down beside you and gazed around the room looking for your Mum.

“She’s not here,” you mentioned as if you read his mind and Jaebum blinked rapidly, somewhat amazed at the connection you both sometimes had. It wasn’t the first time you had managed to read him and he tapped you gently, investigating you curiously.

“How do you do it?”

“Since losing my eyesight, I’ve gained magical powers,” you explained, not missing a beat in the conversation. Your personality had come a long way over the past month. 

You then started to move your arms about. “They say when one sense dies off, the others pick up. I’m kind of special, you know.”

“You don’t say.” He eyed your arms, quietly avoiding them as they waved about too close to his face. “So, magical being, what are we doing today?”

Your arms dropped to your lap and you sighed. “It was you who contacted me first saying you could come visit, how was I meant to plan something?”

“You mean I just travelled here and you have no form of entertainment for me?” He laughed and then nudged you, in which you instantly nudged Jaebum back, your past flinching upon sudden contact nowhere in sight. He smiled again, enjoying the confidence that you had started to exude with lately.

“Stop evaluating me.”

“Stop reading me!”

You both laughed and then fell into a comfortable silence. Jaebum glanced around the small living area as an idea came to mind. He wondered how annoyed your Mother would be by the thought though, and sighed.

“What are you thinking?” you asked, your voice halting his thoughts.

Jaebum glanced at you and smirked. “You mean, you don’t know? What happened to being magical?”

“Har-har. Tell me?”

“When did you last go outside?”

Your expression grew nervous. “The other day. We went to my physio appointment.”

“I mean, just to get out, not for an appointment or task?”

“You know I don’t go out much.”

“So maybe we should?” Jaebum gauged your expression, hope and dread mixing as one. “We could just walk around a park?”

“You’ll get recognised,” you instantly replied, your eyes glued to the wall in front of you. Jaebum leaned forward, trying to break your stare. You blinked at his movement but didn’t falter.

“I have a hat, mask, and besides, you said no one handsome was at the door. So no one will be paying attention.”

“My Mum would never agree to this. It’s dangerous. I can’t see.”

“But I can. And I’ll be with you the whole way.” Jaebum could see your judgement changing, the hope out-winning any doubt. “And if it gets too overwhelming, we can just come straight back.”

“Mum is meeting with her friends for a few hours, so I guess it won’t be any harm to go in and out whilst she’s away.” You smiled and turned to him, making Jaebum shift back as he hadn’t realised how close he had been leaning. You also moved and stood up. Pressing down your tee, you then sighed. “I can’t believe I’m asking, but-”

“You look perfectly good to go for a walk around the park,” he assured and a light smile crossed your lips. Then you looked down. Jaebum followed your gaze to your feet and then got up. Heading to the shoe cupboard, he found some blue sneakers and came back to your side, guiding your hands to grab the right shoe. You slowly tied your laces up and then looked at him expectantly. Jaebum double knotted them for good measures and then stood back up.

“Shall we?” you asked, your voice lighter than it was before. Jaebum grabbed your hand and led you to the door.

“Wow, the air smells so crisp!” Twirling around, you grinned and stretched out your arms, experiencing all the new sensations as you walked along. Jaebum stayed near your side without holding onto you, allowing you the freedom to grow outside again. It was like watching a young bird getting ready to take flight after failing its first attempt, and he proudly walked along, soaking up as much of your energy as he could. The air did feel crisper, and not because it was heading into autumn. It was as if you were both breathing in new life together, and Jaebum smiled behind his mask as your steps grew bolder.

“There’s a tree just ahead, do you want to touch it?” he asked and you nodded excitedly, your arms already out and ready to collide with it. Jaebum gave you verbal directions, not wanting to hinder your temporary independence, and soon you were feeling the textures of the bark on the tall tree.

“Jaebum, this is so much fun!” He merely smiled and then your face lost all its colour. He tilted his head to the side at your sudden change in demeanour. “You’re still there, right? Jaebum!”

“I’m here.”

“You didn’t answer,” you mentioned with a grumble, pushing away from the tree and spinning around to find him. Jaebum quickly shifted into your path and you reached for his shirt, gripping it and then smelling tentatively. Relaxing when you realised it was him, you then hit him and Jaebum yelped at the sudden attack. “Too much freedom!”

“Alright, so that was wrong of me. But you were doing so well.”

“I’m still blind, you can’t expect me to understand and hear and smell everything in a foreign atmosphere.”

Jaebum nodded softly, placing his arm over your shoulders to pull you closer. You stiffened as he chuckled. “Is this good then?”

“Oh my god, what if someone recognises you? Get off!”

“You just said-”

“Your skinship is out of control for a new friend, Im Jaebum. Are you like this with all the girls you know?”

Jaebum chuckled and then grabbed your lower arm gently. You accepted this readily, your own hand slipping to grab onto the hem of his shirt again. “I don’t normally have girls rely on me so much.”

“No, because they’re not blind like me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jaebum groaned and you sighed. You both started to walk again in silence and Jaebum wondered what to say to excuse his poor wording yet again.

You beat him to it though, your head turning away from his direction as you spoke. “I like it, you know. Not because I’m a fan or anything. But your constant touch, it calms me.”

“It does?”

You nodded. For some reason, Jaebums’s heart started to beat irregularly at your statement and he too had to look away to calm down.

“That’s why I panicked. I couldn’t smell you or feel your touch. Don’t do it again okay? If you take me out somewhere, stick to my side so I don’t feel alone in this world.”

“You won’t ever be alone,” he told you firmly, your lips curling up into a shy smile.

“You promise?”

“Of course.”

He then nudged you and you returned the playful gesture, soon feeling confident again to walk without holding onto him. As Jaebum stared at you, he thought over his words to you just now. His promise was one thing he would always keep. It was his fault you couldn’t see the world anymore. However, letting you feel it as normally as you could was just as important to him as making music was.

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Your sanity. Part 2

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

Blondie couldnt believe his eyes anymore.

Inside that room there was someone. A man, just standing there, arms behind back, looking as if he was patiently waiting for the blonde boss to arrive here.

Blondie could have swore he saw him once before, that reminded him of that fishy sensation he felt on one of those days before the affairs toke place. there is a familiarity to him he just cant shake, echoes that call to his intuition. But why is there is a random man inside one of the studio rooms exactly?! He was trying hardly to recognize him, he do feel he saw him before once....after moments of confusion, he finally remembered. pointing a sharp finger to the man inside. "YOU!!! You Are The Man With The Smug aura Who Wanted To Visit Me For My Dad Business!!" "My name is monroe, and yes, its me again~" blondie was unaware of the many reasons leading him to be here, he stood at the room door enterance with eyes widened, why is he here again?! "B-But....H-How did you get inside here?..." "Next time, I suggest you to have better security guards~" blondie didnt understand monroe meaning at first, making him more confused than before, he started to contemplate a little in monroe words. then finally understood. "oh my god...Elowen!!!" He shouted under his breath, mentally facepalming himself at the guard fatuity. Then he sighed, it was a softly deflating one, but he felt that it left him with a melancholy instead of relief. Monroe isnt here for no reason, blondie just had a break down on stage and loat dominance over all the stuff, now he have to deal with whatever farcical proplem this arrogant guy in his face have. "*sigh*....so....what did my father do to you this time....I already talked with him ab-" "Im not here for your father blondie. " the young man lifted up his head in surprise. How could he possibly be here for another reason?! "What? Why are you here Then?!" Monroe didnt give any answer, with the same nefalious smile on his lips decoying the cold stone of his face, instead of speaking, he positioned one arm in front of him, beckoning the wheelchaired man as a sign to come over here. And for the third time, blondie was more confused. Again...monroe is really such a weird dude....he didnt know what exactly he should do, he just decided to move his wheelchair, entering the room to monroe way, but reaching him he heard a harsh "stop", forcing him to stop moving the wheelchair in a specific place, the distance between them is just very few meters. Blondie looked at him, eyebrows arched. Monroe chuckled strangely, then wickedly laughing over an unknown thing. when he finished, a devilsh grin splitted his face. Blondie blue eyes are muddled, his head is spining with more questions than answers, he doesnt comprehend a thing by any chance. Monroe smile curved like a scimitar, anchoring his attention on blondie again. "oooh little one~ have you Ever wondered how your father lost both his ring fingers?~ "that ask intrested blondie, his father didnt care a lot about how many fingers on his head, and wasnt scared to show or use them in front of anybody. Blondie didnt like to ask him how he lost them. But his curiosity pursued him to do so when he was younger. "Yes, he told me he lost them in a dreadful accident." That only made monroe laugh again, blondie havung no idea how is this funny to anyone, and that was really upsetting him. "Oh blondie...I cant believe that some dads have the heart to lie to their children~" "WHAT?! My Dad Never Lie To Me!!" Blondie affirmed, very raved with what the loathsome man just claimed about his dear father. "oooh But he did~ You have to know the bitter truth kid, didnt your father ever tell you about how he he recklessly sarficed his dumb fingers for the sake of you? However, you should be really grateful for that~" While blondie didnt understand a word, he refused to believe anything this cruel man spits, his father is rational man who knows more than this! Though this does sound like something he would do....NO! All of these are just absurd rumors! Monroe is just distorting the truth! He wished he could tell him to just stop and go away, to lock him in this room and leave him in isolation and regret, thats why he is here from the first place. but he cant help it now.

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Your sanity. Part 2

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

Blondie couldnt believe his eyes anymore.

Inside that room there was someone. A man, just standing there, arms behind back, looking as if he was patiently waiting for the blonde boss to arrive here.

Blondie could have swore he saw him once before, that reminded him of that fishy sensation he felt on one of those days before the affairs toke place. there is a familiarity to him he just cant shake, echoes that call to his intuition. But why is there is a random man inside one of the studio rooms exactly?! He was trying hardly to recognize him, he do feel he saw him before once....after moments of confusion, he finally remembered. pointing a sharp finger to the man inside. "YOU!!! You Are The Man With The Smug aura Who Wanted To Visit Me For My Dad Business!!" "My name is monroe, and yes, its me again~" blondie was unaware of the many reasons leading him to be here, he stood at the room door enterance with eyes widened, why is he here again?! "B-But....H-How did you get inside here?..." "Next time, I suggest you to have better security guards~" blondie didnt understand monroe meaning at first, making him more confused than before, he started to contemplate a little in monroe words. then finally understood. "oh my god...Elowen!!!" He shouted under his breath, mentally facepalming himself at the guard fatuity. Then he sighed, it was a softly deflating one, but he felt that it left him with a melancholy instead of relief. Monroe isnt here for no reason, blondie just had a break down on stage and loat dominance over all the stuff, now he have to deal with whatever farcical proplem this arrogant guy in his face have. "*sigh*....so....what did my father do to you this time....I already talked with him ab-" "Im not here for your father blondie. " the young man lifted up his head in surprise. How could he possibly be here for another reason?! "What? Why are you here Then?!" Monroe didnt give any answer, with the same nefalious smile on his lips decoying the cold stone of his face, instead of speaking, he positioned one arm in front of him, beckoning the wheelchaired man as a sign to come over here. And for the third time, blondie was more confused. Again...monroe is really such a weird dude....he didnt know what exactly he should do, he just decided to move his wheelchair, entering the room to monroe way, but reaching him he heard a harsh "stop", forcing him to stop moving the wheelchair in a specific place, the distance between them is just very few meters. Blondie looked at him, eyebrows arched. Monroe chuckled strangely, then wickedly laughing over an unknown thing. when he finished, a devilsh grin splitted his face. Blondie blue eyes are muddled, his head is spining with more questions than answers, he doesnt comprehend a thing by any chance. Monroe smile curved like a scimitar, anchoring his attention on blondie again. "oooh little one~ have you Ever wondered how your father lost both his ring fingers?~ "that ask intrested blondie, his father didnt care a lot about how many fingers on his head, and wasnt scared to show or use them in front of anybody. Blondie didnt like to ask him how he lost them. But his curiosity pursued him to do so when he was younger. "Yes, he told me he lost them in a dreadful accident." That only made monroe laugh again, blondie havung no idea how is this funny to anyone, and that was really upsetting him. "Oh blondie...I cant believe that some dads have the heart to lie to their children~" "WHAT?! My Dad Never Lie To Me!!" Blondie affirmed, very raved with what the loathsome man just claimed about his dear father. "oooh But he did~ You have to know the bitter truth kid, didnt your father ever tell you about how he he recklessly sarficed his dumb fingers for the sake of you? However, you should be really grateful for that~" While blondie didnt understand a word, he refused to believe anything this cruel man spits, his father is rational man who knows more than this! Though this does sound like something he would do....NO! All of these are just absurd rumors! Monroe is just distorting the truth! He wished he could tell him to just stop and go away, to lock him in this room and leave him in isolation and regret, thats why he is here from the first place. but he cant help it now.