last dance ➔ sabrina x jaebeom
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❝ this tale is still unwritten ❘ Sabrina Lee & Jaebeom Park ❞
This was it.
She could hear the crowd chanting and the lights flickering, enchanted by one of the members. Sabrina forced a smile at them, as she looked down at her own bass, playing with the chords as if they were out of tune.
It was supposed to be something good for them, some kind of graduation, of growing up speech that muggles used to tell others all the time, but she felt drained, everything held that sense of dullness and the pit of her stomach dropped every time they called her name.
The group went to the stage for one last time and even though Sabrina smiled, making eye contact with the fans in the first rows, it didn’t reach her eyes, the songs tasted unfamiliar as she sang her lines, as if they belonged to someone else, as if the verses written by her didn’t come from her own feelings, her own experiences.
It was their last concert, the last time they would be enchanting the wizard community with their songs and charms, the last time the four of them would be there on a stage. She wanted to call her groupmates selfish for having their personal lives, but she would be the selfish one, she would be the one that never let someone get close to her, enough to create strong bonds that were wroth keeping.
Music was her only love and she should have seen it coming.
After all, she was a seer.
But Sabrina never saw it, she got herself blinded to the truth that was so obvious.
Everybody would leave. Sooner or later.
“Thank you! This is not the last time you’ll see us!”, she screamed to the crowd, the blatant lie hanging in the air, tasting disgustingly like sand as the four of them vanished in the thin air, by magic.
It was only when she was backstage and her soon to be former manager told them they would be getting some lucky fans backstage, she realized the grip on her bass was so tight, her fingertips were red, almost bleeding.
“You have two fans, Sabrina, it’s not gonna take too long.” she ignored him and just shrugged. It didn’t matter, it was still going to be painful.
One last time. She needed to endure.
Love-- there’s something so proverbial about the word that taught him how the world turns; around her, for sure. His best friend, his lover, the protagonist of his so called cliche love story; but the thing is, they never really had a happy ending.
The thing is, he never said goodbye.
The thing is, he just disappeared like dust.
The thing is, there’s an aching beat of his heart that tells him that it still beats for her-- a rapid rhythm he can’t seem to control until now.
It happened fast; blood tainted on the floor the seconds he kills evil, evil who brought him in the world in the first place-- it was the fist and last time he met his parents. And it wasn’t easy, to feel numb with nightmares; he’s a monster.
It’s a cowardly move, to not bring her to what he’s been going through; she doesn’t deserve this side of him, doesn’t need to know.
But secrecy turns into avoidance, and avoidance turns into a distant silence-- until there’s nothing more than two bodies turning around and leading a life separately.
But looking for her the second he comes back from Romania may be an ‘asshole’ move to do, but he can’t help it-- he longs for her, an ache he can’t seem to remove.
So, there he is, watching over the way she plays with the strings and know how much it hurts. She has always put her everything in what she does-- it has always been her charm. And she’s beautiful, her eyes are beautiful-- her skin looks sweet and Jay wonders how many kisses has been marking her skin after he did.
And he makes an extra effort to meet her; as a fan, he’d chant to himself over and over again. An everlasting rose in hand as he waits for her at the backstage, heart beating fast because he can’t seem to know what to do. ‘How are you? i’m the asshole who didn’t write back’ seems to not be the right thing to say. But then again, going here seems to not be the right thing to do in the first place; she’s happy without him. What a nerve for him to take that happiness away, anyway. So, he hears footsteps, then her voice, and he can’t seem to think straight as he gently places the rose on her table before hiding behind the theater wing.
“ah-- shit, i’m fucking stupid” he murmurs towards himself.
It’s been so long, he just wants to hear her voice.
