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Through His Eyes - Part 1

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 wayan 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 starting 2nd April.

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

“JAEBUM!”

He jolted up, his breathing erratic as he darted his eyes around the darkened area searching for you. He didn’t see you anywhere and realised he was within his private studio and not on the stage that had almost killed you. Glancing to the calendar on the wall, Jaebum sighed, noting it to be almost three weeks since it happened. Shaking his limbs awake, he stared at the screen in front of him, still blank as it had been before his unwanted nap.

“Coffee,” Jaebum muttered to himself and got up, grabbing his wallet from the desk and then walking out of the small studio that he normally lived and breathed in. He took the automatic path to the exit of the entertainment building, unaware whether the people he passed were talking to him or not. Jaebum was relieved to see no one was waiting for him on the outside, and stopped, feeling that emotion turn into frustration. All the flashing lights and reporters that had been hounding him for a single sentence in the days after the accident had now forgotten about what happened; satisfied with the generic statements released by JYP’s media team, as well as from MBC Station. Jaebum wasn’t though, and he wanted to scream to the heavens, wondering how everyone could still move on. How anyone could forget about you lying in the hospital unconscious.

Failing to follow his original plan for the coffee shop across from his agency, Jaebum headed into the subway, soon finding the platform he required and waited for the train. He felt in his pockets for his mobile, wishing the normal jingle of his car keys were there as well. Jaebum knew given his state of mind, having them wouldn’t be of any help to him, but his rationale wasn’t exactly dictating how he was living right now.

It was almost ironic that no one seemed to notice who he was, given that when Jaebum most wanted to be invisible, he could never get any peace. Right now, more than ever, he wanted to hear it was going to be okay from someone on the street, anyone who could give him the comfort that he couldn’t seem to receive from all those close to him. Jaebum’s frazzled thoughts fell back onto you laying in the hospital and he sighed, wondering if only your comfort would settle him now.

Boarding the train, he took a seat near a door, tapping his foot mindlessly as he watched the stops fly by. Soon, the station he required came into sight and Jaebum followed the masses of afternoon passengers out and made his way to the nearby hospital, taking in a deep breath before going inside.

The hospital seemed to be his second home these days, and Jaebum was grateful that everyone was too busy being injured, sick or going about their business to realise how often he was walking the halls. Taking the elevator to the eleventh floor, he stepped out and greeted the nurses politely as he entered the ward, walking down to the room Jaebum knew every single detail of extensively. The door that was normally closed was uncharacteristically ajar and he peered around the corner, his eyes widening at the chaos happening within.

It was the first time in the last sixteen days that Jaebum had seen your eyes open. Without any regard for the medical staff or family, he shifted forward for a closer look, his chest tightening with a pain he couldn’t describe fully. Your body seemed to be wrestling against the others, and you were making odd gurgled screams, making tears well up in his eyes at your panic. Jaebum hesitated briefly before reaching for your right arm, connecting with your hand like he had so many times over recent visits. He smiled, feeling your hand grip onto his and then slowly relax.

Jaebum’s emotions overwhelmed him, and he wiped them aside, clearing his throat enough to splutter out a feeble apology, feeling his knees grow weak with relief. He fell to the ground beside the bed but didn’t let go of your hand, the staff working around him as you both remained connected with one another. Jaebum felt another hand upon his shoulder and glanced up to see your mother there, nodding her head softly. The chaos he walked into seemed to diffuse and soon there was only the three of you in there. He moved his head to look up at your pale complexion, your eyes still open and silently crying. He then stared at the difference, seeing the tube now away from your mouth.

You were finally awake.

Jaebum waited for an immeasurable time outside of your room, the doctors evaluating the damage. Your body was wheeled back and forth from the room, and as the sky outside changed from dusk to pure darkness, he wondered just how dark the world would be to you now.

He already knew that they hadn’t been able to save your eyesight, the faulty beam holding up the stage lights and sound system had swung the edge of a light shutter right into your face. But he had been hopeful all the same, right up until the stillness had come and the blank look within your eyes. He knew you couldn’t see anyone then, and his stomach had dropped lower than it had when he had seen you crumpled on the ground the day it happened.

Jaebum squashed down his self-hatred when he noticed your mother come out into the hallway, straightening up in the plastic seat. She smiled and sat down beside him, picking up his hand within hers.

“You promised me three days,” she said softly, and Jaebum couldn’t tell if she was exhausted or just being gentle with him.

He nodded, unable to speak.

“They said she will walk again. Her bone within her cheek has healed really well so far as well. She will be able to talk soon and return to normal activities too. You need to stop worrying so much.”

“Normal activities,” Jaebum repeated, but without the hopeful tone your mother had used. Looking at the woman, her eyes diverted and fell to her lap. “How can someone who is blind return to their old life?”

“With adjustments, Y/N will be able to do everything she used to do.”

“Except see,” he concluded and both of them sat there quietly, unsure of how to respond to each other anymore.

“You need to return to your normal activities too. I called your manager and-”

“It should have been me.” Her sharp inhale made Jaebum look towards the tired mother. He hadn’t spoken the words aloud to her yet, not having the courage before. Jaebum stared at her in earnest, grabbing her other hand as well. “Y/N shouldn’t be suffering like this. It was me who was in the firing line. It was my position to be up on that stage, not hers.”

She didn’t say anything and he got up, running a hand through his hair agitatedly and paced the hallway. Jaebum finally stopped and he held his gaze on the older woman. She was torn by the grief of her now disabled child, and the remaining shred of rationale that he had lost, telling her this was an accident. She sighed and finally shook her head, looking at him as his own mother had been during all of this.

“Y/N made her choice, Jaebum. Now we all need to live with it. Won’t you just accept it as it is? Her medical bills have all been paid for by MBC and they have paid us already for the faulty equipment. Y/N won’t have to suffer any more to get what she needs to help her return to living outside of this hospital. You can’t do any more than you have. Don’t you need to return to where you belong?”

Jaebum laughed hollowly, wondering where that was now. He looked in through the small window of your room, watching you sleep in amongst all the white. Jaebum had met thousands of fans in his line of work as an idol, and you were someone who he remembered over the years from fan signings and concerts. It wasn’t until recently that Jaebum had a name to the face, you had won an exclusive pass to follow GOT7 around for a day. Shaking his head, he wondered if you would feel that was a curse instead of a blessing now.

“Jaebum, please. Unless Y/N calls for you, can’t you move on now?” Your mother’s voice entered his thoughts and Jaebum snapped his focus to her plea. She smiled gently. “You’re only hurting yourself more.”

“Not until she speaks to me. Then I’ll go.”

Jaebum hesitated outside the door, peering inside the room before sliding the barrier open. The two people within the room were alerted to his presence, and he smiled weakly as he bowed, the older woman frowning lightly but expressing no desire to kick him out either. Jaebum took this as approval to move into the room further and smiled at you in the bed sitting up.

“Who is it?” your small voice asked, tilting your head towards your mother and then angling it as if your ear could decipher who he was.

“Who do you think?” the woman replied, clucking slightly under her breath and then got up. “Y/N, I’m just going to get some lunch. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. That’s all you’re getting too, young man.”

Jaebum nodded and bowed again, watching the woman leave the room, and then turned back to you. Your hands were fumbling to check that your hospital clothing was presentable and he grinned as they then moved to find your head.

“Your hair looks fine, and you’re not being indecent in any way. Do you want me to help you reach your head?”

“Didn’t my Mum tell you to stop visiting? I thought there was some rule you both agreed upon.”

“What was that?” Jaebum feigned innocence, sitting down on the vacated chair by the bed and looked at you. Your face seemed to brighten with his presence and Jaebum felt his own mood lighten. “Though maybe you need to clean your face.”

“What, why?!” you exclaimed, clumsily reaching for your face and smacking your chin in the process. “Ouch!”

Jaebum cringed and gently reached over to flick the small remnants of your breakfast from your face. He could tell his action seemed to infuriate you, and he sighed heavily by getting it wrong again. He just wanted to help you. All the same, Jaebum quietly retreated and cleared his throat. “When do you get to go home?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Are you excited?” You didn’t answer and so he watched your expression, having found over the last few days that it would showcase more than your words would. You seemed nervous. “I heard that your Mother has had a lot of handy things installed in your apartment.”

“Including herself,” you replied, defeated. Your head turned away from him and Jaebum looked away as well. He knew you were living with your university friends before the accident. Now you would have to return there but live with your mother instead, your friends politely making room for her by moving out entirely. Jaebum couldn’t tell whether they had gone only because of your mother though.

“You’ll have to give me your address sometime.”

You smiled lightly, tilting your head again towards his sentence. He was relieved to see you not look so troubled. “Why, so you can stalk me there too?”

“Stalk?!”

“How many other Ahgase’s out there could say they get visited by the leader of their favourite idol group, huh?”

Jaebum grinned. “Isn’t it nice to be special?”

“Special, that’s one way to put it.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he faltered, inwardly groaning at how his words had reminded you. You were right; Jaebum wouldn’t be so invested in a fan’s wellbeing like he was of yours naturally. You had become special in many ways, and you were both trying to find your way through this nightmare.

He watched as you completely retreated into your head, your blank stare letting him know there would be no more talking in today’s visit. Jaebum sighed, hoping that the journey you were both on now would not remain as undecided as each day went by.

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multifandom-kpop-scenarios · 7 years ago

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I love how you don't limit stuff and I want to see more groups written about so may I please have a story with (even a little scenarios thing or whatever) with Siwan of ZE:A when his girlfriend is a couple months older than him but he still wants to be called oppa since they are both born the same year...? Please, thank you and have a lovely day!!

Hello, Thank You for sending in your request!! It was an honor writing for a group that I really care about because they rarely get any love. Forgive me for any mistakes and N’joy!!

PAR T_T IME

Admin AJ

A phone sat away from its owner, as it vibrates on the table trying to get the attention of its owner who sat not two feet away. Its screen lit up as the messages popped up at an urgent pace.

New Messages:

Kwanghee:

Hey! You were suppose to be here already!

Kwanghee:

Remember Yongjin MBC Dae Jang Geum Park! 3 p.m!

Hyungsik:

(Y/N), you are still coming right?

Kwanghee:

You are late!

Kwanghee:

HELLO? WHERE ARE YOU?

“(Y/N), you phone keeps going off.” a coworker calls to you, pulling you out of your busy mind.

You were so engrossed into your work you didn’t even hear the continuous vibrations coming from your phone beside you.

You didn’t even read the messages, your eyes zeroing on the time displayed on your homescreen “Oh my God! I’m late!”

You panicked trying to gather your work supplies. Throwing basically everything from your desk into you bag.

‘Im can not believe this, I’m sooo late.’ you thought to yourself as you tried to quicken your pace.

Skipping the elevator, as constant motion felt better to you as opposed to waiting, you sprint down the stairs leading to the parking complex. Your phone continuously ringing, a constant reminder of your lateness, as you fumble for your keys to unlock your door.Plopping into the driver’s seat you attempt to catch your breath before answering the annoying device.

*Kwanghee

Pressing the answer button you hear Kwanghee firing questions at you before you even have the phone to your ear.“Finally! We’ve been messaging you! Where are you? Did you forget. You precious Oppa will be disappointed if you are not here.”

“I’m on the road.” You say, trying to get him to quiet down, however, you make the mistake of slamming your door.

“Lair,” he says as he catches your bended truth. You can see the smirk through the phone and in order to regain a little dignity you say, “Well now I’m on the road Kwanghee. I’ll see you soon.”

“YAH!! Don’t hang up, I’m not done with you yet!” You hear shuffling before you another voice, one much softer on the ears, comes through the phone. “Drive safe noona, see you soon. Bye.” You hear more shuffling and yelling as Kwanghee attempts to grab the phone back. “Bye Hyungsik, I’ll see you soon.”

Hanging up you pull out of the parking lot making your way to Yongjin MBC Dae Jang Geum Park.

Luck was on your side today with minimal traffic lights and after work traffic as you made it to the set in less than an hour.Exiting you car you pull out your phone ready to call the two Ze:a members, “Noona!”

You look up to see the tall lanky member from Ze:a running towards you lifting you off the ground with a hug.

“Hyunsik!”

“Come on Noona. Hyung is waiting for us” he said as he turned and walked in the direction in which he came from.You let him lead you through the set.

“The main palace is blocked with the filming crew so we have to take a side route.”

“Look who finally showed up” Kwanghee said in mock annoyance as he caught the both of you approaching from the side.

“I’m not the one here to study up on my acting” you teased back.

Saving you from hearing any more of Kwanghee’s nagging, a voice interrupted, “If you wanted pointers Kwanghee you could’ve just asked me.”

You didn’t even have to turn to see how had made that remark, you just knew. Like most things that involved him, you smiled and turned to greet him. He stood before you looking rather regal in his blue outfit as a scholar tutor.

“Aish y/n you should let his ego get any bigger. He’s still unknown compared to me. Everybody knows me, I am Kwanghee from Ze:a, number one visual, singer, and actor.” Kwanghee

rises from his chair his voice traveling across the set.

“Hyung, people are looking at us now.” Hyungsik timidly hides behind you as the stares of the staff focus on your small group.

“Anyway I’m glad you came.” Siwan says taking your hand “It means so much to me.”

“Oppa us too, right?” Kwanghee shoots in

Siwan rolls his eyes “Don’t call me that but yes, thank you everyone for your support.” As he does a mock bow to Kwanghee sitting in his chair. Pleased with Siwan’s gratification, Kwanghee nods in satisfaction. “No, thank you hyung for letting us come” the youngest of the group does a bow of his own.

“Im Siwan, we are ready for you on set.” the director called out in a monotone voice.

“Thank you, I’ll be right there.” Siwan replies to the staff before turning back to the group. Rubbing the back of his neck releasing a sigh. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was a little nervous. “I guess I’ll see you guys later.”

“Good luck Siwan.You’ll do great.” squeezing his hand in reinsurance. “Im Siwan Fighting!” shouted the two Ze:a members gaining the attention from the staff once again.

Siwan’s luck seemed great today. So great, in fact, that you were wondering if it had been that very same luck that got you to the set in a timely manner. Today’s scene required the cast to play a football match involving the Prince and his royal court.

“I feel as if we are watching the very first Idol Sports Championships not a historical drama.” Kwanghee sighs from his chair.

“Come on Kwanghee, this is Siwan’s big break in acting. This means alot to him.”

“Aish don’t get all sappy for your Oppa”

“Why do you call him that?”

“Call him what?”

“You know the opposite of hyung….”

Kwanghee stares at your expectedly

“Which is…?”

“Come on don’t make me say it Kwanghee!”

“The question is why don’t you?”

Your jaw went a little slack at Kwanghee’s comment, and you felt your ears getting warm. ‘No matter how many times I tell them, they never know when to just accept it,’ you thought before going on to vocalize the same thing you always say, “We already discussed it before. We are born born within the same year and I’m even a few months older than him.”

“And?”

Before you could answer cheers erupted through the playing field.You were amused to see that Siwan was still able to move with his outfit. His nerves must as settled as well since the scene didn’t demand much from him. He also started to get more involved with the game. He then received the ball making his way toward the goal, scoring a point. He turns to your group with the biggest smile as your group cheers from the sidelines.

“Okay that scene is finished” staff

The staff, crew, and actors all thank each other

Siwan makes his way over to your group.“You did great out there.” He throws his arms around you and pulls you in close for a hug. You smiled at the contact and almost laughed as Kwanghee gasped at the open display of affection.

“I did better knowing you were here.” Siwan said with a smile as he pulled away from the hug and looked at you.

“Well I need to get out of this,” looks to his outfit “thing. And I need to go over the script once more with the director.”

Siwan then turns his gaze to Kwanghee, gaining the others attention.

“Kwanghee care to help?”

“Me?”

“Yes I’ll give you those pointers you need.”

“I don’t need your help but after seeing you today, it’s obvious that you need some advice.”Kwanghee stated with an eye roll. Ignoring him Siwan turned and said to you,

“I’ll see you at the entrance then.” Siwan brings your knuckles to his lips before leaving with Kwanghee in tow.

You and Hyungsik wait at the entrance as you were asked to. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t long until they finally returned.

“y/n!” a voice yells, grabbing your attention immediately.

You turn to Kwanghee stomping toward the entrance with Siwan running to catch him.

“Your oppa wants to rehearse some lines! Apparently I’m doing an awful job and he can’t get into character! Fool who does he think he is blaming me!”

“Here! You deal with him!” Kwanghee shoved the script into your hands grabbing Hyungsik.

It took you a moment to process everything he had said, since he talks so fast. With one look at the script in your hand, it finally clicked, ‘You were no actress…’

In order to try and reverse what happened you called after the man attempting, and succeeding, escape.

“Hey Kwanghee wait!”

He just continued to drag Hyungsik down the walkway.

Siwan caught up to you

“Is he going to be okay?” y/n

“He’ll be fine.” Siwan

“I’m more worried about Hyungsik.” y/n

Both of you laugh

You turn your attention back to Siwan. “So you need to rehearse?”

With you implied agreeance to help his eyes light up and a smile soon follows, giving you a glimpse of how happy he was to receive your help.“You’ll help me” he said in a manner, that made your heart skip. “Of course.” you replied with a smile of your own, helping him do something he loved was the most rewarding for you after all.

You are unaware of the plot of the drama, but what is handed to you is similar to romance drama.

“Okay we’ll start here.”

“When the beautiful moon is shining. My mind is restless and throughout the night I toss and turn with most nights sighing.”

“You make this look easy” y/n

“Is it only when the moon shines that you are….” You stumble over the lines at first but as you progress you find yourself into character along with him.

“It is not just the moon but gazing at the stars brings me to tears.”

“And may I ask why the night causes you to ache with these emotions?”

“I miss you so much that I can not fall asleep. Traces of you linger around me. During those bleak nights where I am unable to hold onto you I long for your warmth. Whether it be the moon or the stars shining they are nothing in comparison to your eyes and your smile. I keep thinking of the you. I could always hear the soft sound of your breath in my ears. And when are apart I can not hear your voice.”

He steps closer and reaches out to grab your hand resting by your side. He pulls you close looking into your eyes, and you couldn’t help but feel that this was not just some script. ‘How can some script make my heart react like this’ you think as he continues with his line, “So I am just here alone and it drives me crazy”

His performance left you speechless. You just stare in his eyes for a moment before embarrassingly pulling yourself away rushing through the script.

“I can’t hold onto you anymore. Don’t say that you miss me. Don’t say it It hurts too much It makes it hard to forget you Oppa…”

The last word snaps you back to reality. You get flustered covering your face with the script.

“Oppa?” Siwan just smiles at you.

“Yay it worked!” you hear Kwanghee and Hyungsik clapping from behind you.

“You set this up?”

“No he was the one.” Shaking his head pointing at Kwanghee

“Yah you wanted this. You knew she was never going to say it willingly!”

You couldn’t believe that they had set up something so elaborate but you didn’t realize how much it meant to him.“I don’t like being tricked “oppa”.”

That silences the bickering members and brings Siwan’s attention back to you.

He tries to give you a hug but you are still mildly upset about the whole situation.

You playfully hit his arm but he just kept smiling “Please say it one more time.”

“Don’t count in it Siwan! But we’ll see.”

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